Quarantine Bae

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
Saints POV

"Jared?"

He's not there when I walk in the room. I need to talk to him. I need to tell him that the kiss we had was a mistake. I need to tell him that if it came between him and my brother, that I chose my brother.

But I realize I'm talking to no one. It's strange that Jared isn't there. Ken and Tivonte we both in Tivonte's room. Soul and my son were in the kitchen. I get close to the bed and lay in it. I don't know why.

Where the hell were you Jared?

I grab onto his comforter and sniff them. They smell like Jared and for a moment I swear it turns me completely on.

And that's when I see it. Some of Jared's underwear. His underwear is just sitting there. I grab them. They are used. There is a slight scent of manly sweat on them. My dick is so hard that it presses up against the seams of my pants begging to be released. I don't know why he turns me on so much but he does. And right now I'm longing for him.

I had to stay away from him.

I throw the underwear down and start walking out of the room but I stop midway. What if I left this room and saw Jared. I would fuck him. No matter where he was or what he was doing, I would pull him in the nearest bathroom and make sweet love to him. The problem is was that I couldn't. I couldn't do that to my brother.

So I lay back down. I had to release somehow. I had to get this tension out.

"Fuck you, Jared," I state.

I hated him for making me feel this way. I hated him for drawing such a wedge between me and my brother. But the hate was all surface-level resistance to other emotions bubbling up. Other emotions that I didn't want to feel. Now wasn't the time for me to be getting feelings for Jared or anyone else for that matter, but especially Jared. Especially him.

I lay myself down, ready. I slip my underwear down my thighs to my ankles. My right-hand slides up cupping my balls and feeling the fullness ready for release. My left-hand rises up and runs up the back of my neck through my hair and caress my face on the way down. My right hand is massaging my balls, groping, grabbing. My left goes to my chest and rests there, feeling the already erect nipple.

My mind is lost in fantasy as I pretend these hands are not mine but of another.

"Damn Jared..." I imagine out loud.

Someone not here. Someone I want, long to be touched by. I feel his lips against mine as I raise my right hand and moisten my fingers. It's his hand, not my left that rises up and strokes my face tenderly. I can almost feel his warm body pressed against mine as my right-hand slips down between my legs and strokes lightly at me.

A quiet moan escapes my lips as I'm strummed just right down below. I can see him, his eyes looking into mine as he gently applies pressure and then a finger is in me. The warmness, the softness hugging tightly, never wanting to let go. I feel that slow trace of a finger, teasing my right nipple. Another finger joins the one down below, pressing its way into my fortress of solitude.

"Stop. I can't. I can't do this to Soul," I tell him.

"You can't resist me," I imagine Jared saying.

"There," I moan quietly, hitting that spot with precision, "there."

I fight the urge not to scream as my left hand is slowly tracing over my body with a soft feather touch. The fingers between my cheeks are thrusting with a slow steady rhythm, pressing and releasing that love button with a teasing grace. The left cups my balls, feeling the ache to release.