Brushstrokes of Obsession | BXB

Draw Two

The week progressed with Montey settling back into his normal schedule. He went to work, catching up on tasks and engaging with his coworkers. In the evenings, he and Amber spent time catching up on the latest gossip, sharing laughs and stories about their lives. Montey and Lebron communicated throughout the days, their conversations flowing easily. They often fell asleep with each other on the phone, a sense of comfort growing between them.

By Friday afternoon, the much-anticipated weekend had arrived. Montey found himself in Lebron's car, traveling to the cabins. The excitement of the getaway was very noticeable, and he glanced down at their hands locked together by the car's gear stick. It was a small gesture, but it filled him with appreciation.

Lebron, with one hand on the steering wheel, looked effortlessly cool. He leaned back in his seat, sunshades shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun. Montey couldn't help but admire him, stealing glances every now and then, taking in every detail of Lebron's appearance.

From where Montey sat, he observed Lebron's strong, chiseled jawline, the way his neatly trimmed beard framed his face perfectly. The sunshades added a hint of mystery, but Montey knew the warm, expressive eyes that lay behind them. Lebron's lips, full and inviting, were slightly parted as he hummed along to the music playing softly in the background.

Lebron's attire highlighted his muscular physique. He wore an orange tank top that showcased his powerful arms and broad shoulders. The tank top clung to his chest, hinting at the muscular frame beneath. Paired with the tank top, Lebron wore basketball shorts that displayed his powerful legs. The shorts highlighted his strong thighs and calves, every muscle defined and very noticeable.

Montey's gaze traveled down to Lebron's muscular legs, visible thanks to the shorts. The way Lebron's legs flexed as he maneuvered the pedals sent a shiver down Montey's spine. The smooth, confident way Lebron handled the car made Montey feel safe and arousal reflecting on their last encounter.

Every so often, Lebron would glance over at Montey in return, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "You keep looking at me like that, and we're gonna have to pull over," he teased, his voice low and playful.

Montey laughed softly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "Just can't help myself," he admitted, squeezing Lebron's hand gently.

Lebron chuckled, glancing at Montey with a playful glint behind his sunshades. "Let's get the mood right," he said, releasing Montey's grip to turn up the knob on the radio. Lil Jon's "Get Low" blasted through the speakers, the heavy bass thumping in their chest.

Immediately, Lebron started bobbing his head to the beat, his energy flowing through the car. Montey laughed, feeling the music take over him. Slowly, he started moving to the rhythm, his shoulders swaying and hands tapping against his thighs.

"You know you want to sing it," Lebron teased, glancing at Montey as he kept the beat.

Montey couldn't resist. He began singing the words, his voice growing louder and more confident with each line. "To the window, to the wall!"

Lebron joined in, his deep voice harmonizing with Montey's. They were both vibing, caught up in the fun and energy of the moment. Montey danced in his seat, his movements becoming more animated as he felt the music pulse through him. He glanced over at Lebron, who was fully into the groove, his head moving in sync with the beat and a wide grin on his face.

As they approached their destination after 30 minutes of turning up, Lebron sat up in his seat and turned the music down to a low level. Montey, still feeling the lingering excitement from their car concert, glanced out the window and saw the roofs of the cabins appearing through the dense woods.