Short Story

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

His voice trailed off, his shame rendering his speechless. How could he explain the fear and confusion he’d felt the first time his brother had stroked his penis through his gym shorts? There were no words to articulate the titillating sensation pulsating through his groin, his body’s awakening fighting for dominance over the guilt and shame screaming inside his head. Eventually, his inner voice won the battle, and his mind took him to his happy place so he wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment. But by shutting down, he’d given Will the green light to proceed, and by the time his prepubescent mind had sorted through his conflicting emotions, he had no idea how to rebuff Will’s advances. Time moved forward, and he remained trapped in a cycle of escalating abuse, unable or unwilling to speak out in case he hurt his brother’s feelings. But all that had changed the moment Booker called him a freak, and although he hadn’t realized it at the time, the public humiliation was the wake-up call he needed to take control of his life. He had found his voice and finally said no...not that it had done him any good. His audacious rebellion had resulted in him spending two days chained to sink, and the sexual

“Right sorry, babies. Even more reason I can’t be too stressed out. I told you I have a lot going on…” Louis stops mid-sentence. “How did you know I was having twins?” Louis gets up, backing away from Harry, genuinely creeped out. He remembers Zayn saying something about pepper spray in one of the kitchen drawers.

An affectionate hand stroked over the top of his head. “Are you okay, baby?” a voice whispered from beyond the realm of Tom’s thoughts. “Do you wanna

Booker’s head nodded up and down and smiling tenderly, he carefully inserted his finger. After several minutes of gentle probing, he inserted a second finger, and when he was happy that Tom was stretched enough to receive him, he withdrew his fingers. Tom’s eyes burned bright and wrapping his fingers around the base of Booker’s shaft, he positioned the tip against his anus and bore down.

Liam, trying to catch his breath, said,“Monty, I can’t believe you made us do that.”

"Oh wow, Avenelle Jérôme, wow." I snatched my hand away from him and hid both of them behind my back, knowing he couldn't tickle me on a

He holds her hand, closer to his crotch, snarling, “Mine for tonight, Leta.” Her smile fades a little as she walks away.

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

“Who’s gonna make me?” he smirked as he reached under my tanktop and squeezed a certain way. I gasped sharply and instinctively arched my back as I went from a playful seven year old to the constantly horny twenty-five year old I really am. Liam removed his hands from under my shirt and jerked away as I arched towards him. “Whoa, are you alright?” he asked, the playful look on his face instantly replaced with

JOE: I… want… to touch you. Can I please just touch you… um, here? (He puts his hand on one side of Louis’s face. He holds it there.) I’m going to Hell for doing this. (123)

Louis found his brows furrowing wondering what Harry could have meant by that, five seconds ago he was saying how much he mattered to him. He was about to say something else when Harry cut in.

"Sure why not?" he smiled keeping his eyes on the rode. Claire noticed his deep dimples turning away before she stared at him too long.

The blonde boy hugged him and rubbed his back, letting him release all of this pent-up emotion. He pressed his nose into dark hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his friend and kissing his scalp reassuringly. “I’ll come out of this, Leorio.”

Harry begrudgingly woke Louis up and helped him out of the car, and into Gemma’s office. He checked Louis in, and was unsure what to do with himself after. Louis sensed his unease, and patted the seat next to himself.