Page 18 of Strictly Curious
“Oh, sweet fuck,” he mumbled as his cock pulsed against mine, warm cum spurting out over his hand and my length. The sight and the feel of it was enough to push me over the edge. Our releases mixed together as I collapsed over him. His chest heaved with the exertion it took to breathe.
I rolled off to the side in order to stop crushing him. We both lay staring at the ceiling for a few moments before I laughed. I couldn’t help the bubbles of giggles that worked their way out of me. No, it wasn’t funny. It all felt awkward and surreal that this was all happening with Tyler.
“Are you laughing at me?” He almost sounded insecure.
“No—no, I’m not laughing at you, Ty.”
In order to drive the sentiment home that I wasn’t laughing at him, I grabbed his sticky hand, bringing it to my lips to lick his fingers clean. He groaned as I released him. He rolled up onto his side and stared at me, gnawing at his bottom lip again.
“I think I’m done,” he sighed. He plopped back on the pillows. We probably looked ridiculous laying here on the bed half undressed and sticky. I needed to take care of him because this would get so much more uncomfortable if I didn’t.
Climbing from the bed, I walked bare-ass to the open bathroom door. I could feel Tyler’s eyes on me the entire way. Grabbing a rag, I warmed it under the tap and brought it back to the room to help clean us up. Tyler was dozing on the bed when I got there, but I wiped him down, causing him to jump.
I tossed the rag into the hamper and then turned to the dresser and pulled out a clean pair of briefs for him. Tyler wasn’t much help as the orgasm had zapped the rest of his energy, but I helped him pull them on.
As I got ready to leave, I heard it. “Please, stay.”
I’d never dreamt of making him sleep alone but I wasn’t about to risk our parents walking in on me sleeping half naked in his bed. “I’ll be right back. I need to grab something clean to sleep in.”
He yawned and curled into his pillow on his side. Before I checked to make sure the hallway was clear, I watched him for a while. I snuck into my room and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from the top drawer and slid them on, then I grabbed a clean T-shirt and slipped it on.
Slipping back into Tyler’s room, he was snoring softly. I crawled into his bed behind him and draped an arm around his waist, pulling him into me. Breathing in his sweet scent put me at ease. I wanted so badly for this to be more than it was. Could I really settle for being a messed-up and ill-advised experiment just to get a taste of him?
Before I thought about it too much, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off into sleep.
Garrett - Age Fifteen
Shit!
I blinked at the soft morning light filtering in through the window and rolled onto my side, praying Tyler hadn’t woken up. The soft breathing next to me eased my panic. It was a good thing, though. Dude didn’t need to wake up with my boner poking him in the back.
Pressing my palm into my groin, I whimpered and then cursed. This was becoming an issue, which happened more and more often when I’d wake up wrapped around him and turned on. It was only a matter of time before he noticed.
I crawled from the bed as quietly as possible and snuck into the adjoining bathroom to quickly take care of my problem. Biting my bottom lip to keep the noise down, I quickly rubbed one off before Tyler woke up.
I peeked my head out the door and found my stepbrother still sleeping. Resting against the wall, I ran a hand through my hair and took a deep breath. There was no way I’d be able to hide this from him forever. He was bound to find out.
The alarm on Tyler’s nightstand went off. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked around the room, pulling his eyebrows together, and looking confused.
“Garrett?” He called.
Biting my lip, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide much longer. I could easily use the excuse that I had to use the bathroom. He never needed to know that I woke up and needed to go jack off because his ass had felt too good pressed against me.
Slipping back into the room, Tyler instantly relaxed when he saw me.
“Where’d you go?” he asked as he stretched his arms above his head, exposing a small strip of skin as his T-shirt rose. I swallowed thickly. Maybe we shouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed so much, but it was second nature at this point. I didn’t sleep nearly as well when he wasn’t there.
I often worried about what Mom and Dad would think if they walked in and found us, but after five years, they’d never come in once. Tyler had become my best friend and a comfort since Mom and I had moved in. I had my own room, but I hardly used it for more than storage.
Recently, I’d started using it a bit more when I wanted to explore other things without Tyler’s knowledge. There was a very real reason for those morning boners as Tyler’s beautiful face owned my thoughts during quiet nights without him. I’d found him beautiful since the moment we met and moved in, and I’d been crushing on him ever since. Whenever I looked at him, he made my heart beat just a little faster.
“Are you just going to stand there?” He patted the bed next to him and I fought other urges inside of me. Ones that tackled him back to the bed and kissed him senseless. Tyler hadn’t ever expressed an interest in other guys. The only person he seemed interested in was our friend Maisy. It pissed me off every time they started flirting. I wanted him to be mine. Not hers.
I sat on the bed next to him and he rolled his eyes, scooting next to me and resting his head on my shoulder.
“Sorry, Ty. I didn’t sleep great last night,” I lied. “Maybe I should sleep in my own bed tonight?”
His hurt expression met my gaze as he lifted his head to look at me. He was every bit as attached to me as I was to him, which was another issue.
