J.T.C | Twelve
It was almost 3am, Jon had barely gotten anywhere in preparing for the mid terms 2 weeks later. It didn’t help that whenever he tried to focus on his lecture notes, he would only see Tyler’s once-smiling face drifting in and out of his consciousness. Heaving a long sigh, he looked with dread at the stack of readings he’d yet to complete. Exhausted, cranky and frustrated, Jon pushed his books aside, succumbing to his musings, unable to push Tyler’s face from out of his mind… He couldn’t resist as his mind’s eye drifts to his hands… running down Tyler’s smooth lean muscled body, imagining his involuntary gasps of pleasure as they brush lightly across his nipples… Right down, to the strap of Tyler’s underwear, teasing him and reaching to pull….
“Fuck!” Jon exclaimed, staring at his hard on under his fbt shorts. Exasperated at himself for losing control yet again; guilt at pushing Tyler so far that night and hurting him on his first time… Yet Jon could barely hold back the pure unadulterated desire at the same time to plunge his already leaking cock deep into Tyler’s puckered virgin boyhole ever since he started crushing on him a year ago…
Alas amidst all that storm of emotions, he could not restrain himself. Eyes closed and deep in his musings, his hands reached down to slowly, almost reluctantly caress his already engorged and throbbing cock. Stroking it slowly just under the sheer material of the fbt, teasing the tip with his precum already beginning to soak thru the thin material… sending little spasms of pleasure through his body. Jon felt his nipples harden and brush against the confines of his tight fitting singlet as he imagines Tyler licking them as he rides on his cock. His waist instinctively bucking and thrusting his dick upwards, his whole body shuddering the throes of subdued pleasure eager for release… Drowning in the world of his imagination.
“Click!” the door opens and an intoxicated Tyler stumbles through shrouded with the heavy scent of whiskey. Both were stunned at the sight before them, their eyes finally meet. Another “Click!” as the door slides closing behind them.
Tyler still could not believe what he was seeing, it must have been the alcohol getting to his head. Tyler couldn’t tear his eyes away from admiring Jon’s beautiful pectorals straining to burst from his singlet, with his hands stroking his still pulsating cock under the fbt shorts. He could not have anticipated that heady rush of desire at the sight before him. With the sudden rush of blood elsewhere, Tyler felt his head lurch as his legs wobbled and buckled…
It seemed as though Tyler was falling for a long time but for some reason he never hit the floor. As he was struggling to clear his pounding head, Tyler opened his eyes only to find himself cradled in Jon’s warm embrace. “You are drunk” Jon said, but Tyler could barely register anything except Jon’s handsome angular features swimming into focus with a look of pure concern as their eyes met. In that moment Tyler knew he never felt safer anywhere else, “Kiss me”.
