Want You (BoyxBoy)

-9-

*Just like in the other book, a little bit of mature content in this chapter.

-Ry-

It's not too much longer until I hear footsteps coming closer to the door. He hesitates outside before finally pushing it open. I lift my head up to see him better as he closes his door back.

"She leave?" I ask.

"Yeah. Looks like you've made yourself comfortable."

"Well, your bed is pretty soft, and it smells good. Sorry if I got a little relaxed." If he was gone just a few more minutes, I would've fallen asleep.

"Why are you still naked?" he asks, keeping his eyes off me.

"I'm not naked."

"Halfway. I thought you were cold."

"That was kind of just an excuse," I tell him.

I watch him stalk over to his closet it again and pull out a different shirt, tossing it beside me. "Well, your shirt just got put in the dryer, so it's going to be a minute. Put this on for now."

"Why? Is my body distracting you?" Just admit it. It's okay.

"No," he says, turning his back to me and taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"You're barely looking at me, so I think it is."

"Well, if that's what you think, then wouldn't it be nice of you to cover it?" he remarks. So sassy.

"What if I like distracting you?"

"Well, we're not even doing anything, so it's not really a distraction." Hmm, says the one that still refuses to look at me.

"If you look at my abs once, I'll put a shirt on."

"What? No."

"Just do it. I'm staying 'naked' if you don't." He hesitates, and I start to feel a little bad. I don't want to make him if he really doesn't want to. But as I'm about to sit up to grab the shirt, he lets a huff out.

"You're so annoying." He turns his head and meets my eyes momentarily before dropping them to my chest. His gaze slowly dragging down my torso makes me feel warmer all of a sudden. Fuck. I didn't even expect him to do it at all, but now he's letting his eyes linger, almost like he's not even ashamed to be doing it.

I lean up the slightest bit, too entranced by his blatant staring. His eyes meet mine at my sudden movement. "Do you... want to touch them?" I probably just fucked up, but when he doesn't immediately protest, I find myself reaching for his hand. I'm just giving him a small boost. He'll jerk his hand away if he doesn't want to.

I take his wrist in my hand and bring it closer to my torso. His lips part, and he sucks in a breath when his fingertips touch my abdomen. I release him, hoping he doesn't pull away but wanting him to do it himself. I lean back on my elbows and tense up a little when his whole palm makes contact with me. It's a little cold, but I'm definitely not about to complain. He suddenly slides his hand up some before moving down dangerously close to the button of my jeans. I bite down on my lip. Shit. This is hot. Really hot. The slight stir my dick does in my pants lets me know it agrees.

I move up to look at his face to see him already looking at me. His cheeks are red, and his eyes are wide like he's embarrassed yet he makes no move to take his hand off me. And actually, it might be bold to assume, but he looks like he's a little turned on, too.

A knock on the door ruins the moment, though. He rips his hand away, and I stay put, thinking moving might make it more suspicious. I kind of regret not putting his shirt on earlier when his mom opens the door.