Page 162 of Bad for Me

"Glad to help, son. I didn't realize you were nervous about it."

Michael shrugs, blushing a little.

"He reeeeeally likes her," Ian replies, offering the joint back to me. Or maybe it's a new joint. I don't know, but I take it willingly this time.

"She must be something special."

Michael doesn’t reply, just looks down at his feet dangling in the water, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Aww, look at him blush," Ian coos, and I can't help but chuckle along with him, because it's honestly pretty precious. I don't think I've ever seen my son so smitten over anything or anyone.

"Shut it," Michael says, kicking his foot to splash Ian. He's silent for a few moments before he stands. "I'm gonna go call her and tuck in for the night."

Ian and I snicker like idiots, and I hate to admit that I'm actually enjoying this. I'll blame it on the weed, despite being perfectly in control of my faculties. I am more relaxed than I've been in a long time, though. I'm ready to go to bed, except I don't want to get out of this water. There's a jet hitting me perfectly in the small of my back where I have so much tension built up. Too bad there isn’t a jet near my right hamstring.

I take a pull off the joint as Michael climbs out of the hot tub, thumping me on the shoulder as he walks past.

"Don't let Ian knock you up," he says jokingly, and I sputter.

Ian barks out a laugh. Before I can recover properly or even think about what I’m saying, I call out, "If anyone's getting pregnant, it's him."

Michael walks away, laughing and shaking his head, already with his full attention on his phone. I'm staring at the bubbling water, convincing myself that I didn't just say that.Jesus fucking Christ.Maybe I'm higher than I thought.

There's a moment of silence, where I look at the door as Michael shuts it behind himself. I stare until the porch light clicks off, and the only light is coming from the lights imbedded in the in-ground pool and jacuzzi.

The jets turn off and I look up to find Ian staring at me.

"Is that so?" he asks slowly, taking a drag from the end of the joint and flicking the roach away.

He glides over to me, and my entire body goes rigid as he leans over me, caging me in with one hand on either side of my head. He leans his face over me, his lips hovering just above mine, before I feel the brush of his exhale. My lips part, and I breathe in, sucking the smoke from his mouth, before his lips meet mine.

My lungs burn, but not as much as my lips do when I succumb to his scorching hot kiss. Before I know it, I'm pulling Ian down on my lap, and he straddles me, rolling his body into mine. The cotton of my boxer briefs does nothing to hold in my arousal. I can feel Ian's hardness against mine, but he's too confined in the tight shorts he's wearing. I pull at the waistband, wanting him free. I didn't get to feel him last night, and right this moment, my inhibitions are lowered enough that I decide I can pretend this isn't real later.

Ian pulls back enough to use one hand to pull his swim shorts off before climbing back into my lap. He returns his mouth to mine, and we're kissing feverishly, hands touching, roaming everywhere. I'm too nervous to touch his cock, watching with fascination as he sits back and strokes himself, rubbing his ass against my erection. My fingertips dig into his hips as I pull him against me, pushing my cock up against him as I tentatively wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. He's smaller than me, but still long, with a slight curve. I get a feel for him, how to hold him, and the way he groans when I squeeze as I stroke over the head. I play with the foreskin and marvel at the little pants that fall from his puffy, kiss bruised lips.

Ian reaches down to angle my cock, rubbing his ass cheeks against it. He pulls at the waistband of my boxer briefs and lifts my ass to pull them down and free my cock. He pumps me, slow and rough, enough to make me groan and buck into him.

"Stand up," Ian says against my mouth. I'm too far gone to second guess anything that's happening here, so I do, letting Ian move me so that I'm leaning in the corner of the hot tub. He kisses my neck and lifts one of my legs, rolling his hips into me before setting my foot down on the adjacent seat. It gives him a better angle to take both of us in his hand, wrapping his long fingers around us both and stroking us together. My pants and moans match his, and I alternate between watching our cocks together beneath the water and kissing him, licking into his mouth to get more.

With one hand wrapped tightly around our cocks, Ian leans over and presses the button for the jacuzzi. A burst of pressure blasts me in the ass, right between my cheeks, above my balls.

"Fuck," I gasp, feeling myself start to pulse, and Ian's hand grips us tighter together.

My orgasm hits, and sets off his, and he strokes us both through them, the water growing cloudy with our combined release before the bubbles hide the evidence. Ian's forehead leans against mine, and we pant, until the jet assaulting my balls becomes a little too much to bear.

I pull away from him, overthinking my next move. I don't want to get out and do the walk of shame, completely naked, across the deck into the house. Overheated and unsure what to do, I pull myself up to sit on the edge.

There's silence as we both absorb what just happened. Clearly, this isn't simply a knee jerk reaction to my overall anger towards him. And I don't think I can blame the weed, either, as much as I'd like to. If anything, it's given me an odd sort of clarity. There's something about Ian that gives my cock a mind of its own. He sets something off in me that I don't know I've ever felt.

We both speak at the same time.

"I'm straight."

"I'm a top."

The only reaction I'm capable of is a slow blink. We’re both so far off from what the other is thinking that all I can do is laugh. Once I start, I can't stop.

NowI feel high.

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