Beneath The Surface (Barcode Tinnasit x Jeff Satur Boy's Love)

Do Dreams Last Forever? 🔞

Barcode

The bright fluorescent light of the bathroom pained Barcode's eyes as Jeff guided him to lean against the vanity sink.

"Phi," Barcode protests, pushing his palms meekly against Jeff's chest. "I can clean myself."

While the words slip defensively from his lips, he would be lying if he said he felt confident in the declaration. Even now, Barcode felt as though his legs had been transformed into gelatin. 

"Just relax, Code," Jeff coaxes, keeping his hand pressed firmly against the boy's waist as he unfolds a white washcloth from beneath the sink. "You can hardly even stand."

The blatant statement on his condition encourages yet another crimson blush to spread across the frustrated boy's cheeks. Did he really have to make him feel even more embarrassed than he already was? It wasn't as if he planned to fall into his chest after he stood up from the coffee table...it just happened. 

More frustrating than his newfound lack of balance, however, was that his flesh still burned feverishly beneath the graze of Jeff's fingers. Barcode wasn't completely naive to the pleasures of sex. After all, it was impossible to avoid the teenage gossip of testosterone-fueled high school boys. But even so, it wasn't a topic he had ever explored for himself...until tonight.

How can I still feel this sensitive? 

"Yeah, well that's your fault," he grumbles quietly, biting the inside of his cheek as Jeff leaned over him to gain access to the faucet. 

"It better be my fault," Jeff gruffs possessively in his ear, squeezing the excess water from the rag before bringing it down between Barcode's legs.

"P'Jeff, w-wait-" 

Even as he places his palm against the man's wrist to slow his movement, the warm cloth slides mercilessly beneath his underwear to engulf his aching manhood.

"Ugh-" Barcode winces. 

Despite his recent orgasm his member still twitches beneath the attention of Jeff's hand as he works to cleanse him. 

"Just a little more," Jeff sighs, his dark brows knitted as he focused on the task at hand. There was something sexy about the intensity of his focused gaze upon him.   

"Hu-hurry." Barcode whimpers, allowing his dark lashes to fall closed. He didn't want to embarrass himself by getting hard again.

Despite their shared confession, a part of him still couldn't believe the events that had transpired. After all, this morning he had awoken as nothing more than Jeff's close friend and acting partner. How had the night ended with Jeff's hand shoved underneath the rim of his underwear? It certainly wasn't the celebration Barcode envisioned whenever Jeff volunteered to stay behind to watch over him.

"P'Jeff," Barcode coos suddenly, opening his eyes to fixate on the man in front of him. 

I don't want to forget this moment.

The soft beckon of his name is answered by Jeff's dark eyes rising to meet his own. 

"What is it Code?" He whispers questioningly, pressing his soft lips to the side of his temple. 

"Am I dreaming?" 

The sudden question inspires another pained smile to paint across Jeff's handsome features. What thoughts ran through his mind to cause such a look? 

After a moment of silence, he responds.

"It would be better if you were."

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