MILE
I was wrong.
I'm rarely ever wrong about something and this is one of a rarity.
Barcode is important to me. As the youngest in our group, we all have different relationships with him, some of the guys are closer to him than I am but that never took away how much important to me he was.
Were it anyone else that asked to be with me, my answer would have been a firm "no".
I would have shook my head and walked away at the absurdity of it all but this is Barcode. He is precious to everyone and I thought...
I figured I could give him this...
I could give him a part of myself to sate his curiosity and then move on. I didn't want him to go looking elsewhere for attention and risk getting outed or worse, hurt.
I thought I was doing him a favor and yet, as he leans into me, his breath heaving hard against mine, his erection pressed against me... as I comb my fingers into his hair... I realize that this is for me too.
I want him.
It's confusing as it is frightening seeing I have never felt this way about him before but I can't help but wonder if he arose something in me with his touch, his words, his... innocence.
I drop my hand from his hair and to the back of his knees before lifting him into my arms without breaking the kiss. He moans as he wraps his arms around my neck, giving himself to me so freely.
So recklessly.
What we are doing is reckless and could get us in trouble but I can't bring myself to care about that as I carry him upstairs and to my master bedroom.
He follows me down when I settle on the bed, his finger dropping to my shirt and unfastens the buttons with haste and a need so strong it feeds into mine.
A low growl climbs out my chest when his cold hands finally close over my skin. They are hesitant at first but soon grow fevered as he runs them over my pecs, groaning deep when he finds them rock hard.
The soft caress over my skin sends need rushing to my core so I turn us around so he is lying on his back, placing a hand on his waist to break his fall.
My lips drop his neck and I lick a trail down his neck, each touch... each kiss sending a wave of sensibility through his body which in turn feeds into the beast in me.
Watching him laid bare on the bed, his body leaning needily into mine sends an ache to my throbbing cock.
"P'Mile," he whines, his neck arching as I trace my lips over the sensitive skin. I forget everything but him, leaning back up to look into his eyes, our lips only a few inches apart. I don't give into the need to kiss him, choosing instead to watch his face for the reaction my touch brings him.
My hand drops between us and I run it over the hard ridge of his pants and he tenses up, his eyes widening even as his lips part in a gasp and a tremor rocks his entire body.
He stares at me in horror and it takes a full minute of eye contact for me to make sense of what just happened.
"Did you just..."
"Oh," he whispers, turning his head to the side and avoiding my gaze.
I stare at him in shock, taking stock of his flushed cheeks and heaving chest. I should have expected this from someone who is about to turn nineteen but expecting it and it actually happening is one thing.
"I barely touched you," I whisper, humor taking place of the initial shock as I push back and see the wet spot on his jeans.
"Kill me now!"
A laugh bubbles up my throat but I don't want to embarrass him further. We have a ten year age gap between us and while I've had years to practice control, I never cum in my pants when I was eighteen.
"Has this happened before?" I ask, pushing back and sitting back, ignoring my unbottoned shirt.
"Don't ask me that," he says, grabbing a pillow and hiding under it.
I chuckle as I get up, figuring I might as well cut him some slack. He is a young man, of course his body would be overeager.
Even so, it doesn't take the humor out of the situation. I am still as hard as a rock but it's evident I am going to have to take care of that matter on my own.
"Why don't you grab a shower and I'll get you something to change into," I offer and he nods frantically without so much as looking up from the pillow he is hiding under.
I grin in his direction before heading to the closet to get him something to change.
There is no doubt in my head that this week is going to be an interesting one. One that is going to test on my restraint but unlike Barcode, I've had years of practice.
It's time to put all that to work.
