Boots

Fifteen

I haven't seen you in three days. Come over sometime before Saturday night, okay?
"Wow. Who does he think he is? My boyfriend or something?"
"Who are you talking to, Matthieu?" Francis poked his head into Matthew's open door.
"Myself."
"You've been on your phone all day..."
"Texting friends." Matthew answered, sending out a quick promise to come over. He wanted to smash again but he didn't want to come across as too desperate, too kinky. Give the guy a break.
"Friends huh?"
"Papa I swear to god that's not cute anymore." Matthew groaned.
"You're still my little baby, no matter how old you get. Wanna go Christmas shopping with me today?"
"Uh...sure. Yeah. I don't have a whole lot of money to spend."
"That's because you go out drinking all the time."
"Papa!"
"I'm just saying..."
"I'm allowed to have a little fun. I have a lot more free time now."
"Don't overdo it. Michelle is coming with us. I already bought her gift but you might need to distract her a few times. Daddy loves spoiling little girl."
"Uhm...could you maybe not...ever say that again."
"Why not?"
"It was gross as shit."
"Why?"
"You're so old and so innocent. I envy you."
"Don't call me old."
"On the way back I'm gonna stop by to visit a Friend." Matthew got out of his bed, slipping his phone in his pocket.
"A friend?"
"You're doing it again."
"Is this the friend you were cuddling with the other day?"
"Bros can do that too."
"That's what your father told me back in college."
"Ugh."
"Come on. Let's get going."
It didn't take long for them to get packed into the car. Matthew took the passenger seat and Michelle consumed the back.
The girl chatted with her father in French, like they usually did and like Francis had always done when he was alone with Matthew. The blond in the passenger seat wasn't listening very hard. He was busy texting.

Yo, Mattie, what are you wearing?

How cliche.

Don't be like that. I need to know...for research...

Does this research involve the touching of your penis?

Um...no???

Gilbert....

Okay. Yes. It mostly involves my Dick.

Well...I'm just glad it's me you want to think about while you do that ;)

Kesesesese~ so tell me what you're wearing. Be descriptive.

I'm wearing a pair of tight leather chaps, shining against the light of the sun, perfectly sculpted over my round derrière. On my nipples are sticky pasties and my neck carries the weight of a thick leather collar. I nuzzle you. "Owo what's this?"

Fuck I came just from reading that! Are you really wearing nipple pasties?

No, idiot. I'm wearing a hoodie and jeans. You fucking whacko.

That's still hot tho. ;)

Ugh!

So...can we continue the Roleplay?

Whut?

I enter the room, gasping at the sight of you. My groin hardens at the sound of your voice and I blush as you nuzzle me. "Hewwo OwO~"

I swear to god....

"What are you smiling at, Matthieu?" Francis asked in French.
"Nothing!!!" Matthew insisted.
Francis only smirked. Sure. Nothing ;).