"So boys, how was school?" Lainie asks, taking a bite of her salad. Both boys shrug.
"Mom, the answer is never going to change, school is school, a miserable place to be," Clay said, tilting his head. Justin hums in agreement.
The dinner continues with mild chatter, and ending with Clay and his mother standing up, leaning against the table, arguing over something useless. Justin and Matt sit back in amusement.
Clay storms off to his room, while Lainie takes her plate to the kitchen. Matt crosses his arms over his chest and smiles. "We can tell where Clay gets it from," he says, making Justin laugh.
"Tell me about it. I couldn't tell if it was him or Mrs. Jensen yelling at me in school earlier," Justin said in turn, making Matt laugh.
"Hey. You've got your lady of the house, I've got mine," Matt says in understanding of how Clay and Justin's "relationship" works. Well, he doesn't know all of the details, but he knows who runs things, and how stubborn his son is.
"Couldn't have said it better," Justin said, excusing himself from the table. He makes his way upstairs, to find Clay brooding in his anger. Justin closes and locks the door, before walking to where Clay lays face down.
"Aww, baby, it's okay," Justin says in a baby voice, knowing that it pisses Clay off.
"Shut up, Justin," he huffs out, turning his head to face the wall instead. Justin sits down on the side of the bed, and places a hand on the back of Clay's thigh, knowing that it makes him go weak.
"What do you want?" Clay asks, only slightly annoyed now. Justin leans down, and kisses Clays cheek, making the younger boy unscrunch his face.
"I want to cuddle with my favorite boy in the world," Justin says with an innocent smile. Clay rolled his eyes, and scooted over more. Justin laid down next to him, and scooped Clay up, making him turn around.
"Gimme a kiss," Justin jokes, puckering his lips. Clay shook his head and rolled his eyes. Justin pouted. "Don't be like that."
Then, Justin got an idea. "Okay then, I guess the tickle monster is gonna have to pay a visit," he said, sitting up. Clay snickered.
"What are you, five?" He shot. Justin smirked, and brought his hands to Clay's sides. Clay squealed, and tried to escape Justin's hands, but Justin held him down, tickling him more.
"S-stop," Clay breathed out, and for the first time in a long time, he let out a genuine laugh. Justin smiled, and slowly ceased his actions. Clay was gasping to catch his breath, smiling as wide as he could.
Justin thought this was a beautiful moment, and couldn't stop himself from leaning down and capturing Clay's lips with his. Clay instantly brought his hands up to cup Justin's face, as Justin held Clay's hips.
Justin licked at Clay's bottom lip to deepen the kiss, and Clay let him slip his tongue in. Justin automatically took dominance, and explored Clay's mouth.
As the kiss started to get heated, Justin lifted Clay's shirt over his head, and let Clay remove his, before attaching their lips once more. Clay ran his hands over Justin's chiseled chest and stomach. Justin hiked Clay's legs up, and removed his pants, along with his own, discarding them on the floor.
Clay wrapped his legs around Justin's back, and pulled him in closer. Both boys moaned as their clothed groins came in contact. Justin ran his hands up and down Clay's slightly pudgy sides, appreciating his love handles.
Justin disconnected the kiss, and brought his head down to Clay's neck, lightly nipping and sucking the skin, before he found Clay's sweet spot, leaving the younger boy gasping for air.
"Justin, stop, you're gonna leave a mark," Clay panted out, although the tone of his voice told Justin to keep going. So he did.
Justin left small marks along Clay's neck, and Clay wondered how he was gonna hide them from everybody. Clay accidentally grinded up into Justin, making himself moan. And if only Clay knew what that sound did to Justin.
Although this whole thing was arousing, both boys knew not to go too far. Justin knows Clay isn't ready for sex yet, and when he is, Justin wants to make his first time special, that is, of course, if Clay wanted him to be his first time. So with one final kiss, Justin rolls off of Clay, and lets the boy catch his breath. Clay rests his head on Justin's chest, and Justin wraps his arm around the smaller boy.
Clay let out a yawn, and Justin looked down at him admiringly. "Goodnight," Clay whispered, closing his eyes.
"Goodnight Jensen."
