Haunted

Blurry

"Aren't you going to wish me a Happy Birthday?" The Singer asked. Maddox stared.

When Maddox had woken up that evening after flying back to Germany, Kylie handed him a note that said "come to room 570." She said someone from the hotel had brought it for him so she had no idea who it was from but that Maddox better tell her absolutely everything the second he got back.

It was perfect timing, really, because Justin and Clara were out doing whatever it was his parents did on their date nights and Kylie didn't really want to babysit Maddox anyway. His parents would never call it that, but Maddox knew what they meant when they said to "keep an eye on him."

"It's probably just Jackson," Maddox insisted. He'd been back in Germany for a few hours and had just enough time to eat and take a nap. Facing Jackson was going to suck but he figured he might as well get it over with. Maddox had fluffed his hair a little and wandered down to the 5th floor.

The door opened and Maddox hadn't known if he should laugh or just start crying when he saw The Singer was standing there in just a towel.

"Well?" The Singer asked.

"Happy Birthday?" Maddox knew the words had come out sounding like a question.

"Funny, I'm not sure you mean that," The Singer laughed, turning to walk further into his room. Maddox had to follow or he would have been left in the hall.

"How did I not know it was your birthday?" Maddox asked.

"I don't know," The Singer shrugged. "I know when your birthday is."

"Really?" Maddox hadn't expected that.

"August 19," The Singer said. "I won't say the year because it makes me sad."

"Right," Maddox sighed.

"Why do you sound so depressed?" The Singer demanded, turning around. "And why do you still have so many clothes on?"

"I don't know," Maddox looked down. "I'm really tired," he realized.

"You, baby boy, are too young to be too tired for sex," The Singer laughed as he closed the distance between them. "But if you're so tired I can help you out. Or you can help yourself to some of the treats I've been saving for a special occasion," he nodded toward the desk where Maddox could see a box. He didn't have to see inside it to guess.

"You get high?" Maddox asked after The Singer had pulled his shirt off.

"God, this is what I love about you," The Singer laughed as he started kissing Maddox's neck. "It's like everything is new for you."

"That's not new, I just didn't know," Maddox protested, stepping out of his sweatpants. He wished for a second that he'd put on nicer boxer briefs but The Singer barely looked at them before he yanked them off. "You're in a hurry," Maddox accused.

"I want you," The Singer dropped his towel. "And since it's my birthday I'm going to get what I want."

"Oh," Maddox didn't get to finish what he was saying before The Singer wrapped his hand around Maddox's cock. He gasped.

"Are you nervous tonight or can I really have fun?" The Singer asked.

"Um," Maddox wasn't sure what to say. He hadn't been nervous until The Singer asked.

"Just tell me to stop," The Singer grinned, kneeling down in front of Maddox. "If you can," he laughed before leaning forward to close his mouth.

"Oh my god," Maddox gasped. "Oh shit," he realized he was probably going to come really fast because it felt so good. He didn't want it to be over too soon but there wasn't much he could do to control that.