Don't Panic - B. Hargrove

FIVE

David lay sprawled across his bed, the afternoon sun streaming through the partially closed blinds, casting soft stripes of light across his room. Billy was half on top of him, his head resting on David’s chest, one arm draped lazily over his waist. His hair was slightly damp from a quick shower, the faint smell of his shampoo mixing with the clean linen scent of David’s sheets.

It was rare to have a quiet day like this—no kids, no pool, no drama. Just the two of them, tangled together and Billy loved every second of it.

“You wouldn’t believe the stuff I have to put up with,” Billy drawled, his voice low and languid. His fingers traced absent patterns along David’s side, his warm breath tickling his boyfriend’s collarbone. “The moms, man. Full on minxes, all of them."

"Minxes?" David asked and Billy hummed.

"Mrs. Clark actually pretended to trip near my chair. Full-on damsel in distress act. I had to catch her. She grabbed my arm like she was clinging to a life raft and she squeezed by biceps. Twice."
David shifted under him, a hand coming up to run through Billie's hair, casualy massaging his scalp.

"Does it bother you?" he asked softly and Billy chuckled, pacing a soft kiss to his collarbone.

"Not really. Does it bother you?"

"I don't like them harassing you," David said as his fingers glided down to stroke Billy's cheek. " It's not okay to touch you without permission."

Billy looked up at him, grinning wide, "You just want to be the only one touching me."

"You know I'm not like that," David responded in all honestly. "As long as it's fine with you, it's fine with me."

Billy huffed, highly amused as he propped himself up onto his hands, hovering over his boyfriend.

"But I'm the only one allowed to touch you, right? In that way, I mean."

David looked up at him, his gaze flickering between Billy's eyes and lips.  "Of course."

Billy smirked, as he leaned closer. "I like that," he announced. " I'm the only one who knows how to touch you right."

"Then why are you doing it already?" David asked, holding Billy's gaze. " I don't like teasing"

" I know," Billy chuckled softly as one of his hand finally found David's thigh and squeezed it firmly.

The other boy sighed in approval, clearly enjoying the sensation of Billy's fingers digging into his flesh. He was just wired like that and Billy still loved it.

His smirk widened as he lowered himself onto David's body, pressing the tiny boy into the mattress with his weight, knowing exactly how much he liked that.

"But I like teasing you,"Billy  drawled as he gently moved his hips, grinding against David's with mischievous intents.

"Stop that!" David protested, but there was no real.bite to his words and just after, a moan slipped his lips. It was just too easy.

"You're cute like that," Billy grinned. " Although you would be even cuter without those clothes."

As Billy kissed him hard, David reached up, both arms coming to rest on Billy's shoulders while his left leg curled around his hip. Billy immediately grabbed it again, adjusting David's angle perfectly, then his hand wandered upward, grabbing the waistband of the other boy's shorts, yanking them down.

David's little sounds of please told him to go on and Billy was more than happy to do so. His hands became more demanding, unbuckling his own jeans, getting every piece of clothing from David he could reach without rolling down while cherishing every new to piece of skin he had uncovered.