Smile For Me. [BoyxBoy]

His Body

"Ian, what are you doing?"

     The sound of Mark's confused voice had my heart galloping in its place. My mind was in a haze as I stepped away from the door and looked at my best friend, almost tripping on a shoe on the hallway.

Mark quickly ran to hold me and my breath got caught in my throat at his nearness. His hands caught my waist and he pushed against my chest to straighten me up. All I could think about at that time was the feel of his hands. I wanted them on me. I wanted my shirt off and I wanted him to touch me.

"Ian, are you okay? You look drunk."

"I am." I admitted when my legs wobbled and I almost fell if not for Mark's arm around my waist. "I need water."

"Got it."

     Taking me down the stairs, I let him pull my sluggish body to the kitchen counter and I leaned on it, letting him rush to the fridge to get a bottle of water. I almost expected him to hand me the bottle but he actually fed it to me. And no, not the mouth to mouth kind of feed, he forced my mouth open and poured the water in. Lame, right? I chocked on it.

Mark cleaned me off with a napkin then stared at me, rather intensely and I felt my stomach do a flip.

Vomit!

I was gonna vomit.

     Pushing him aside, I staggered toward the guest toilet then threw up everything I drank before I even made it to the seat. Keisha was going to kill me if she found out so I quickly washed my mouth- thank you Keisha, for your mouth wash- then left the washroom only to bump into Mark who was standing right outside.

"Jesus Christ! You are everywhere." I slurred, leaning on him when my body felt too heavy for me to carry.

"Let's go home."

"Miiine or yoursss?"

"Mine. I talked with Keith. He'll take us home."

I was glad when Mark didn't suggest going to my home. If he did, there would be a lot of questions he wouldn't be able to answer and I did tell my folks I would be at his place. Besides that, I was glad to be able to go to Mark's room again. Ever since the incident, I hadn't seen it and I missed being forced to watch shit I didn't like anime and horror. Then I could cuddle with him when he slept because hell, that was his most adorable moment. He would look like the little innocent kid he was when he used to come over to my place, when his family wasn't dysfunctional, when his dad hadn't left.

But when he woke up, it was gone and he was just a sad, angry boy forced to face reality every single day.

     A moan slipped past my lips at the smell of Mark's pillow and I pressed my boner against his soft comforter. I wanted to touch myself right there and then but someone came into the room and my eyes slid open.

I watched Mark rummage through his dresser with nothing on but a towel and I bit my lip to hold back a gasp when his towel fell to the ground.

"Shit." He cursed but didn't bother picking it up.

Mentally thanking him, I gapped at it, loving how perfect it was and how badly I wanted to take him. How badly I wanted to stand up from this bed, walk up to him and stick my tongue in there like I had seen Rengar do to Tyson. I wanted him so bad.

     Wearing his PJ bottom, I decided then was the best time to let him know I was awake. I turned completely to him after he was done and smiled when he looked at me. He cocked his head at me before coming closer to touch my forehead.

"How do you feel?" he asked, stroking my it softly.

"Terrible." ...and horny. But I wasn't going to tell him that.