Fangs and Claws [Boy X Boy]

Chapter 12 Games, Castles, and Sore asses

Chapter 12
Games, Castles, and Sore asses

(( SLIGHTLY MORE EDITED ))

PICTURE to the right (or top) ------> nothing

This chapter is dedicated to my sleep... May i eventually get some

DOMINIC •

         We spent the entire morning packing after Nic got his truck, phone, and clothes from the summit. Ryan arrived back at the house well after noon and decided to join us for packing, helping us look for plane tickets, too. She'd tried assisting Colton in looking for packages for the four of us but ended up spending more time teasing Nic and me for goofing off more than we were getting work done. Ultimately, Colton was left the only one doing anything productive.

         Nic and I had a system of him folding the laundry before handing it to me to pack until he'd started slingshotting underwear at the back of my head. The first few times made me laugh, then after a while, it turned into an all-out laundry war that Colton had to intervene in. And I got demoted from packer to Nic's babysitter. Almost literally.

         Colton sat me on Nic's lap, forcing Nic to continue folding the clothes as he took over my job as the packer, all while asking a laughing Ryan to continue looking for tickets without him. My new job; sit here and ensure Nic's folding, not flinging.

         Colton told Ryan where the family's castle was, invoking her to plunge into a Gooble Maps deep dive, trying to find it. Her ticket pursuit being placed on the back burner. My spot on Nic's lap seems to have appeased his earlier rowdiness since he's now folding diligently, rubbing my sides, or kissing my neck between different articles of clothes. His tender caresses, combined with my lack of a job, started to lull me to sleep as my eyes drooped. My back sinks deep into his chest, my head leaning against his shoulder as I feel his lips press to my temple, a low, content rumble bubbling from my throat as his hands rub my thighs. "Are you getting sleepy?" His husky voice whispers near my ear while his hands massage figure eights on my legs.

         The content mewl that escaped my breath as I opened my mouth to respond was entirely involuntary, "Yes... But I've been sleeping non-stop lately. I need to stay awake..." I yawn, trying to stretch through his grasp as his arms wrap around my stomach to hold me. They insisted I went shirtless, so they could see my mark whenever, but his warm palms pressed against my skin wasn't helping.

         His hot lips against my temple pecked down my cheek before he buried his face in my neck, showering my skin with kisses. "It's ok if you want to sleep. We'll finish packing," he mutters between soft kisses. His offer is tempting, especially having him lavish me with pecks, but I refuse, shaking my head. His kissing - as sweet and gentle as it was supposed to be - triggered a far different emotion than he intended, waking me up.

         Flipping my spot in his lap, turning to instead face him, I smirk as I use my back to block Ryan's view. He raises a brow in question as his hands settle on my hips, waiting to see what I do next. My fingers twist under the fabric on his shirt as my hands trace his toned stomach, feeling his muscles under his heated skin. His expression mirrors mine, a sly smirk creeping onto his lips as he catches onto the game I'm initiating. Still being sure my back is blocking the view, my hands travel further under Nic's clothes, feeling more of his chest and muscles while his hands grip my hips tightly. One of his hands travels to palm the front of my shorts as I lean closer to his ear. "You're supposed to be folding... unless you want us getting caught," I whisper faintly, pressing my lips against his ear as I speak. "First one caught loses," I finish, taking his earlobe between my teeth and biting down softly. My cheeks burn from my confidence, but I'm having fun teasing him, especially considering his reactions.