Playtime!! (boyxboy)

Chapter Thirteen

We woke up late the next day, it was really nice not to have an alarm blaring in my ear making me wake up before seven am. I didn’t move at first, the bed was very comfortable and Zak’s body was radiating heat making me so relaxed.

I checked the time and it was eleven thirty, if we were going to check out the area we would have to make a move soon, the hard part would be to budge Zak. He was so tired after the game and our own celebrations, I felt slightly cruel waking him up but he promised to show me around.

Don’t get me wrong I love to spend time with him especially in the bedroom but I have been in LA for a while now and I haven’t been anywhere other than home and the stadium. I would like to spend some time alone with Zak and have a lovely meal at the end of the day, then for the rest of the week we can do whatever he wants.

So I gently rolled over to him and climbed on top of him, I kissed him on the lips but he didn’t even stir. I tried to stroke his hair and I gave his nose a pinch but nothing, I pinched his nipples and palmed him through his shorts, I licked him and blew cold air on him but nothing worked. I was so busy trying to wake him up that I didn’t notice his breathing pattern change and just as I was about to climb up off of him, he grabbed me round the waist making me scream in shock.

After my highly embarrassing shriek, laughing he rolled me over so that he was now on top of me and began to repeat all of the things I had just done to him. Chuckling I tried to push him off but my efforts were wasted he was just too big, his brown eyes were full of mischief and I knew exactly what he was planning and I wasn’t going to like it.

He moved so that he was straddling me, making sure that I still couldn’t escape he began to tickle me from head to foot. I don’t know if you have ever seen a truly ticklish person being tickled but it’s not nice, it is pure torture! At first I couldn’t help but laugh but the further this went on the more desperate I was to escape it, he knew the exact places that would make me buck and squeal like a girl and I didn’t appreciate it. The horrible thing was my stupid brain kept making me laugh so he thought I was having fun and just continued, I was breathless and struggling to get him off.

“Zak get off me now please…… it tickles I can’t….STOP!” I tried to push him.

“It’s so much fun Billy are you sure?” He laughed.

“Yes! Get off me.” I squealed.

Contrary to popular belief not all gay men like to sound like a girl and I hate being made to squeal and squirm beneath him unless it’s in a sexual way. Even then I like to believe that I grunt and moan rather than squeal, I suppose my choice of career doesn’t help much either but being a choreographer is not gay!

I tried one more time with all of my strength to push him off but again I had no luck, so I held my breath pretending that he was cutting off my air. I could feel my face going red and I started to splutter which caught his attention and his eyes widened in shock, he jumped off my apologising that he took it too far.

“Sucker!” I mumbled jumping up but he heard me.