Having worked his butt off at two jobs since he was sixteen, Taylor was finally able to invest to create his own company, and better yet, buy himself a small house. It had its kinks; needed some appliances, had a leaky water faucet, and what not, but it was his! He soon comes to find out that there are a few extra bits and pieces he needs to work on in the home besides just the basics. There's a constant clinking sound at night that he can never manage to pinpoint... and a houseguest he wasn't anticipating.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP