The King Brothers [BoyxBoy]

7. Cedric

Donyelle - MM

I couldn't stop laughing in the car. TJ and me in the back seat drunk as hell, and Zeph had to drive us back.

"You really fucked up huh?" Zeph said.

I couldn't even respond. I just kept laughing. TJ was about knocked out slumped over next to me.

"Hey... Hey!" I laugh again. "I ain't never doin this with you again." I giggled, and laughed out loud again. I let out a huge sigh as we pulled up to TJ's townhouse again. I hopped out of the truck and fell to the ground, messing up my white blazer. "Dammit!" I yelled, struggling to get off the ground. I stood by the front door, waiting on Zeph to help TJ get out of the car, and up on the stoop. TJ moaned, and gave Zeph his keys and I opened the door. As soon as TJ made it inside, he collapsed onto the sofa, causing it to squeak under his robust body. Zeph followed up and stretched out on the other couch and cut on the tv.

"Goodnight, I said as I walked up the stairs to his TJ's room. When I walked in, I pulled off my blazer and threw it down. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and my wife beater I'd been wearing under everything. TJ's room was huge. It was four black walls, with posters everywhere. Of cars, and women, memes. A lot of stuff. I looked at his snake who was curled up in a spiral form. I figured he was asleep. After analyzing the room, I climed into TJ's giant king sized bed. I stretched my whole body on his silk sheets and wrapped myself in the leopard print comforter. I grabbed his TV remote and cut on his TV. South Park was on, and I really didn't have the energy to change the channel, so I watched about five episodes before drifting into a dreamless slumber.

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I woke up in the middle of the night around three, cause I had to pee. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The room was completely dark. Someone had came in, and turned the television off. I looked around for the door to his bathroom and I found it. I busted through I search for a light switch. She. I found it, I turned it on and leaned against the wall. In relief, I took my leak and flushed. Then my head started to feel the aftermath of all those drinks I had, so I looked in TJ's mirror cabinet for some Advil or Tylenol. I saw some off brand Advil gels and I shook about four of them into my palm. I then ran some water in the sink, and popped the pills in my mouth along with a handful of water. I swallowed, and put the pill bottle back and closed the mirror cabinet to look at my reflection. But along with my reflection, I saw TJ's tall figure standing only inches behind me, staring into the mirror with a devilish grin. I gasped and it felt like my heart was about to come up into my throat-I couldn't even scream. I turned around to meet eyes with him. He wasn't wearing anything but boxers and house shoes. I couldn't help but admire his body.

"You scared the fuck out of me." I started panting as I felt my legs get wet, and my socks got soggy. I was standing in my own urine. "Fuck!" I whispered/yelled.

"I didn't mean to scare you." TJ said, his voice deep and booming, destroying the somewhat silence of the room.

"You literally scared the piss out of me." I said, looking at him. I spread my legs at the sight of warm piss flowing down them.

"You should take a shower." He smiled, exposing white teeth, and I frowned.

He walked past me, and cut on his shower. "Well get in." He said.

"Can't you leave?" I asked.

"Get in..." He looked at me blankly. I slowly took my wet socks off, and threw them in a corner.

"Can you please just-" I began before he cut me off again.

"Get. In." He commanded. I was scared of TJ now. His whole vibe changed. I couldn't run, he was standing right in front of the door. I sighed and closed my eyes and simultaneously pulled down my soaked underwear, exposing myself in shame. I hugged myself with my arms and walked past TJ and stepped into the shower. I kept my eyes closed as the hot water hit my tattoos, and soaked my hair, causing it to curl up and shrink. I also felt myself began to softly cry at what was happening. I flinched as the curtain opened, and I heard two wet feet touch the floor of the shower right behind me. This can't be real. This dude ain't in the shower with me. The tears flowed down along with the hot water. Hands lightly touched my waist line, and rubbed from there up to my armpits. Then a foamy wash rag scrubs my back, dripping soap down into the river of my buttcrack. I jumped at this weird feeling of a grown man bathing me. And once again-I don't know how he does it-I couldn't move. TJ continued to wash my body as I stood there, vulnerable to his manly touch.