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

The Calm Before The Storm 🔞

Barcode

Barcode inhaled anxiously as he watched Jeff remove his own shirt, revealing the beautiful expanse of his defined abdomen. Even now his eyes lingered down to gaze at the man's boxers still lightly speckled with the remnants of their previous deed. Despite his attempts to keep his lips nice and tight, a few droplets of Jeff's milky seed were still able to escape onto the man's clothes.

Jeff's hands move down to the rim of his boxers antagonizingly slow, carefully pulling the soiled fabric down to his thighs before pausing. Why was he pausing?

"Need some help getting undressed?" Jeff questions, playfully cocking his eyebrow at the younger man with a smirk.

"Oh!" Barcode gasps, realizing how long he had been staring. "I-I can do it, Phi." The boy musters feebly, quickly pulling his own shirt off.

Jeff chuckles softly, continuing to remove his own boxers.

"You can look, Code." The older man reminds him.

Barcode's heart flutters in his chest at Jeff's words, allowing his eyes to return to the man once again. This time though he ensures his gaze remains fixated on the other's face.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Barcode questions. Despite his attempts to make his voice sound confident his words come out in a whisper.

"Taking a shower together?" Jeff clarifies questioningly, taking a step closer to the boy to take the rim of his jeans. "I think it's a perfect idea."

Barcode inhales sharply at the sensation of Jeff's fingers stroking across the bare skin of his hips, one hand pulling their waists closer together.

"Mmmh-" An involuntary hum of pleasure escapes his lips as their groins bump together. Even with his boxers still on he could feel his member twitch impatiently.

The soft laugh evoked from Jeff's throat tickles his lips as the man presses a slow kiss against his mouth, causing the boy to melt into a puddle. The kiss is slow and yet hot, sending a chill down his body that went straight between his legs.

With the boy's body still trembling the man sinks slowly to his knees, planting a string of poisonous kisses down Barcode's throat, chest, and stomach. As his knees reach the floor his fingers grip the edges of both the boy's jeans and boxers, pulling them down in unison.

"It's like unwrapping my favorite present," Jeff coos, kissing over the boy's half-hard erection.

Fucking hell. How was he suppose to keep his cool when Jeff did that.

While Barcode relished in the attention of Jeff's mouth the man raises back to his feet, pressing another kiss against the boy's lips.

"Wait for me in the shower," Jeff whispers, raking his teeth over the younger boy's lower lip before pulling back.

"Okay," Barcode agrees breathlessly. While a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirled in his stomach the boy quickly enters the shower, turning the handle of the faucet.

While the water starts off cold, his skin still feels hot to the touch.

As the water begins to turn hot, Barcode hears the sliding glass door shift open.