Pretty Boy

8

"Hi, yes, I'd like to order one large pizza to be delivered," Phil said, talking to the pizza guy on the phone. "Yeah, all cheese, one half plain and the other half pepperoni...yes that is correct...okay, thank you," he smiled as he hung up. "It'll be here in 30 minutes. What do you wanna do til then?"
"What video games do you have?"
"Call of Duty, Halo, Mario Kart-"
"£20 says I can kick your ass at Mario Kart!"
"You're on!" Phil laughed as he tossed me the controller. "I can kick your ass anytime, anyday!"

Well...he tried. We kept replaying the same courses over and over again but I kept winning. Eventually we had to stop so we could eat, but as soon as we were done, we were right back at it.

"Okay," Phil sighed. "One more game and if I win, I get to kiss you," he said with a cheeky grin.
"And if I win?" I smirked.
"You can do whatever you want," he said, placing a hand on my knee.
"You're on, Lester."

We both stared intently at the TV, waiting for the race to start. Once it got going, we did everything in our power to distract one another. We started leaning on each other, nudging each others arms, and even trying to cover each others eyes. After a minute or two, we were on our last lap, and I was in first while Phil was in sixth. As I was about to cross the finish line, I felt Phil's hand on my upper thigh.

"Stop cheating Phil," I mumbled.
"I'm not doing anything," he grinned. "Now, this would be cheating," he whispered.

He kept inching his hand up my leg; before I knew it, he was palming me through my jeans. My breathing soon hitched as I nearly dropped my controller.

"Fuck you," I breathed out. "This is just low, Lester," I choked out, trying to hold back a moan.
"Yes!" he yelled. He quickly removed his hand from my crotch and threw his arms up as he cheered. "I win!"
"Only cause you cheated, asshole!"
"It's not my fault you have zero self control," he chuckled. "Now, where's my kiss?"
"You already touched my dick, that's prize enough," I spat.
"Oh come on! You can't do that!" he laughed. "If you didn't want my touching your dick you could've swatted me away,"
"Fuck you," I chuckled.
"So you liked my hand on your dick?" he said with a cheeky grin.
"Okay, what guy doesn't like it?"
"Very true," he laughed. "So Howell, where's my kiss?"
"Fine," I sighed, cracking a small smile.

We exchanged smiles as he placed a hand on my cheeks and planted a kiss on my lips.

"There, you got your kiss," I teased. "Still don't think you earned it,"
"Oh shut up," he laughed, kissing me again, but this time, he didn't pull away. He fell on top of me and started nibbling at my neck.
"Phil," I gasped.
"Yeah?" he whispered. "Is something wrong?"
"N-No," I stuttered.
"Don't lie to me Howell," he smiled as he sat up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I whispered, crashing my lips into his once more.
"Dan," he said, pulling away.
"What?" I sighed.
"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to,"
"But I want to..."
"Why don't I believe you?" He gave me a small smile and kissed my cheek.
"But Phil," I whined. "I wanna do this...I really do...it's just...I'm kinda nervous,"
"Why?"
"I don't wanna say," I pouted.
"Have you ever had sex with a guy?"
"I haven't had sex with anyone," I mumbled.
"Awe," he smiled as he gave me a hug. "It's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed. I still love you all the same,"
"You love me?" I whispered.
"Of course I do, you spork! I wouldn't be doing this otherwise," he smiled.
"I love you too..." I continued whispering.
"Do you really wanna do this Dan? It's perfectly fine if you don't,"
"I do..."
"Okay then...follow me."

He stood up and put my hand in his as we started walking upstairs. Once we were in his room, he sat me down in the bed and began walking around the room, picking up a few items.

"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Your first time shouldn't be a quick fuck in the dark," he said, lighting a few, nearly burnt out candles. "You like them? I get candles every year for Christmas," he smiled, tounge slightly poking out.
"They smell nice," I whispered.
"Okay, Dan, are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked once more.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life,"
"That was so lame," he laughed.
"Just shut up and fuck me," I laughed back.
"Gladly."