After grumbling and shouting and blaming and repeating the phrases, 'I hate you so much!' or 'You ruined my life!' or 'You are the biggest jerk!' again and again, Beam got tired and fell asleep in the car, exhausted by his own ranting. And Forth had to carry him to the bedroom tuck him into bed.
Next morning.
Forth was working on his laptop when Beam came down, clad in his boxer shorts and the white shirt he wore yesterday.
(How living room and kitchen were arranged)
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Beam rubbed his eyes to chase the sleepiness away and moved to the kitchen. He opened a pantry and took a cereal box. Then he opened the fridge and looked for milk, bending down a little.
Sitting in the living room, Forth had a very clear view of Beam's actions. He comes down wearing a shirt that barely reached his mid thigh. His boxer was also very short, which made it look like Beam was wearing nothing apart from that shirt.
Beam's legs were long and lean. And his thighs were milky white and looked as smooth as a velvet cloth. When he bent down Forth was presented with the mouth watering sight of his baby's ass.
Forth frowned. Does he even know that I'm here? Or is he doing that purposely?
Beam turned around and placed a the milk carton on the kitchen counter. Then he found a bowl from somewhere else.
Forth loved how Beam has because so familiar with his kitchen. He even rearranged some stuff. Since it looked like Beam was uncomfortable about being indebted because Forth was 'all give and non take', Forth asked Beam to cook for him and do chores. And that was a fair deal. Because damn...Beam can cook. Whether it's a fancy feast or a simple toast, it's delicious more than any meal he had. Beam was really spoiling his taste buds.
With a questionable look on his face, Forth keep staring at Beam who was eating the cereal. He was still standing, but leaning against the kitchen counter in such a beautiful manner with his hip jutting out. Staring at the window panes that were just behind where Forth was sitting.
Forth sighed.
Is he giving me a silent treatment?
Just like that, Beam ate three or four spoonful of cereal. After that without even finishing it, he pushed it aside.
Then his gaze landed on Forth.
And he didn't look surprised at Forth's presence, which proved that he has acknowledged Forth since he entered the kitchen.
Forth gulped. Beam's gaze was piercing. It chased away every thought in his mind. Like Beam was demanding him to only look at him. Only think of him.
After drinking water from the glass at his hand, he placed the glass back and started walking towards Forth in such an elegant manner. With his beautiful long legs and lean body, he looked like a runaway model. If you looked really closer you can even see the light swaying of his hips.
The mere sight of alluring Beam seemed to hypnotize the older man. His eyes were hard lidded and yet locked with Beam's. Beam's face was expression less. But his eyes were teasing and...challenging.
Without even him knowing, Beam was suddenly in front of Forth. Forth gulped again. He was sure that whatever Beam was going to do, can't be very good for him. He closed his laptop and placed it on the coffee table....just in case.
Before Forth could even say anything, Beam got onto the couch, straddling Forth. And reflectively, his arms moved to Beam's hips. Beam smirked, and hovered over Forth. He leaned down until their lips almost touched. Beam's lean fingers trailed on Forth's neck and jaw line, slowly and sensually, letting Forth feel the burn of his touches.
Forth's breathing was uneven. He closed his eyes enjoying the touch of Beam's burning fire fingertips on his lips. Beam slowly dropped on his lap, and started unbuttoning the black shirt Forth was wearing. When Beam started kissing his collar bone, Forth decided to let go of the every bit of self restraint he had. He slid his arms under his shirt and enjoyed the smooth skin on Beam's torso.
Forth felt Beam smirking to his skin. Beam looked up at him with a mischievous smile on his lips.
And Forth's heart literally stopped when Beam started moving his hips, grinding against his half hard clothed member.
Forth hissed. "F..fuck..." His nails dig into Beam's sides. Beam continued moving his hips, slowly and sensually and Forth was loosing his mind because man... Beam seemed more talented in this than a lap dancer. Without breaking the gaze with Forth's now lust filled eyes, he gripped his shoulders with both hands and slowed the rhythm. Forth's sweat broke and his pupils dilated.
Then he fastened the pace again.
Forth let out a breathy laugh, leaning down so he can capture Beam's those inviting rosy lips. "What are you doing...." He whispered in his raspy voice.
Beam smirked. He looked up at Forth under his eyelashes and kept moving his hips. "Don't you want it too..." he whispered in his seductive voice and moved his head up to lick Forth's lips. ".....daddy?"
