You're so Weird - 4. Chapter 4

Liam turns his back to me and drops his towel again. He has such a firm and sexy ass. I watch him hypnotized as he opens his wardrobe and picks his clothes. I shake out of it before he can catch me looking, and follow his lead. That’s it. We’re both naked, hanging out in his room. Of course, I’m the only one being weird about it and all boned up. Good thing he’s not looking. As we get dressed. I try to take in every detail, knowing I’ll be jerking off to this memory for weeks, if not months. Fuck, I would frame it and hang it over my bed if I could.

“Looking sharp,” Maggie says when she sees me. “Look, Mike, thanks so much for dealing with the boys today. I don’t know what you did, but you seem to have a magic touch.”

Yeah, if she only knew how close it was to a disaster and how I almost cried.

Maggie picks two twenty dollar bills she got ready at the kitchen counter and hands them to me. I try not to stare at scars covering her forearms. She covered the ones on her left arm with a beautiful rose tattoo, but for some reason she decided to leave the other arm intact. They’re a bit faded by time, but you can’t miss them.

“Here, have a good time at the arcade. And don’t spend it all in one place.”

“Maggie… It was really nothing… That’s too much,” I protest.

“Say no more. You have no idea how much easier my day was thanks to you. And I’ve got another proposal for you later. But for now, go and have fun, okay?

I smile, feeling tears coming to my eyes. “Thank you, for everything.”

"Aww, stop it now. I'll never be able to make it up to your mom, no matter how long I keep you around." She places her hands on my shoulders, gives me a gentle shake, and stares into my eyes so intensely I almost want to look away. "You're always welcome here, Mike. Don't forget that, okay? Now, go have some fun."

“Thanks...”

Liam comes down shortly after and I let out a dreamy sigh. This is so unfair. He looks great naked, he looks great with his clothes on. And, knowingly or not, he’s doing everything he can to tease me. And it works. If only he was single… and a little bisexual…

“Come on, bro, it’s getting late,” he calls me and I follow like on a leash. Am I a bro now? I can’t decide if it’s good or not.

As always, he walks fast and I struggle to keep up.

"Hey, could you ease up a bit? I know it's late, but I'm starting to sweat here."

“Sure.”

“Thanks. Listen,” I start after he’s slowed down. “Who’s that other girl we’re meeting with?”

"Just Olivia's friend, Abi. She's cool, you'll like her.”

I chew my tongue for a few seconds, trying to find a way to express my worries without sounding like a pussy. But Liam beats me to it.

“You’re worried she’s gonna try hitting on you?” he smirks and nudges me with his elbow.

“Why would that worry me?” I ask, going red all over my face. He got it so right. “I mean, even if, she’ll be disappointed when she sees me.”

“I doubt it,” Liam says and yawns. “But if you’re in trouble, I’ll come to the rescue.”

“You don’t have to, I think I’ll… uh… well, I guess, sure, okay. If you can. But I think I’ll handle that,” I smile at him gratefully. Why is he being so nice? I hope he’s not just leading me.

“Trust me, bro, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

This calms me down just a little bit. Not him calling me a “bro”. This could mean everything, or absolutely nothing. It’s probably better than “weirdo”.

Still, I’m a bit tense. I don’t like meeting new people and there’s nothing I can do about it. It doesn’t help that I keep glancing at my phone, expecting a call or a text from Mom. And when I’m not doing that, I keep thinking back to Liam’s towel tutorial. Can’t believe this really happened to me.

We arrive at the mall and stand near the entrance.

“They’re not here yet,” Liam says and checks the time on his phone. Just then, he gets a call and I recognize a familiar face on his screen. Don’t be jealous, Mike, it’s pathetic. He talks to her for just a few seconds, then turns to me. “They’re almost there.”

No one says anything, but we don’t need to wait too long

“It’s her brother’s car,” Liam points at a car pulling over into the parking lot not far away from us. I watch as the doors open and an older teen boy and two girls get out. Crap. Even from here I can tell they’re all very attractive. Kind of makes sense. Why would Liam waste his time hanging out with ugly people like me… unless he didn’t have a choice. Olivia’s brother hugs them quickly and goes straight to the mall, while she and her friend start walking in our direction. Here we go. Just need to wait it out.

“Heyyy!” Olivia greets us and hugs Liam, then me. “Abi, Mike, Mike, Abi.”

I shake hands with a really cute, if a little chubby blond girl who seems genuinely happy to see me. “Hey, I’m Mike.”

“Nice to meet you! I’m Abi. Liv told me about your Mom, it sucks.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I say, smiling at her choice of words. “She’s doing better now.” I wonder if I’ll start believing it myself if I say it enough times.

“She’s gonna be just fine,” Olivia says and this reassurance from a complete stranger is surprisingly comforting. “Anyway, Abi and I want to hit a few shops. Can you boys come along? It won’t take long. Then we can have some fun at the arcade, right?”

“It won’t take long,” Liam mocks her and she shows him her tongue.

“Shut up, I know you love being my assistant. I bet Mike will love it too, right Mike?”

“I’ll try not to be useless…” I smile sheepishly.

“So humble. Anyway, let’s go. We only have an hour to put our bags in my brother’s car before he leaves.”

We go into the mall and take the escalator to the second floor where all the clothes stores are. Olivia and Abi look like they know where they’re going and soon they dive into the racks of skirts, tops and whatnot. For a while, nothing seems to catch their attention, until Olivia’s eyes narrow like predator’s, and she comes holding up a floral blouse, looking at Liam for validation.

“The colors are great, but the cut?” Liam says scratching his chin. “I don’t know. Remember the green one you got last month? You wore it once and never again.”

“Ugh, why are you always right?” Olivia moans, puts the blouse away, and goes back to browsing. I give Liam a curious look but he doesn’t seem to notice. This was actually good advice. Too good. How long have they been together?

Meanwhile, Abi emerges from behind a rack with a pair of jeans. "And these? I can never decide on jeans."

“They look nice,” Olivia says. “Can I have them, too?”

But Liam squints his eyes, looking analytical. “These look a bit low-rise. High-waisted would work better, I think. Plus, I’d go for a darker wash if I were you.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Abi pouts, but clearly she’s just playing.

“Just big-boned.”

“Asshole!”

Feeling a little useless, I clear my throat. “What about the baggy ones you were checking earlier?”

“These?” Abi asks, holding them up.

“Yeah, they look nice.”

“My roomie’s right,” Liam chimes in. “Try them on. Not sure if they got your size, though.”

Abi pushes Liam away playfully. “That’s it! I'm never helping you choose your profile pic again!”

I look at the scene with a mix of surprise and amusement. It’s not what I expected it to look like. We visit a few more stores and Liam keeps offering his advice; I try to be at least somewhat helpful, but clearly Liam has done it before, over and over. Abi is nice, and luckily doesn’t seem interested in me whatsoever. Why all the talk about a double date then?

I can’t help but notice how much Abi and Olivia are spending, using what I assume is their parents’ credit cards. In under an hour, they spend more on clothes that I have my whole life. The time passes quickly and soon the girls leave us to take their bags to Olivia’s brother’s car.

Liam presses his index finger against my chest. “Ready to get your ass kicked in the arcades?”

“If you’re as good with games as with fashion, then I already give up.”

“Hah!” He laughs and rolls his eyes. I’m not sure if he’s more proud or uncomfortable.

Soon, the girls are back and we hit the arcades. It’s bigger than I expected, with a range of games from retro to modern titles. I get my ass handed to me on a plate. Liam and the girls are clearly regulars. I notice a nick maiLman appearing on some hi-scores tables and after a while, I click.

“Wait, is that you?” I nudge Liam and point at the screen.

“Wow! He got it!” Olivia holds up her thumb.

I feel a bit proud, even though it wasn’t the hardest riddle I ever had to solve. Liam doesn’t react and stays focused on the game.

I can’t believe I’m having a good time. Liam seems completely relaxed and the girls are an absolute blast to be around. I’d expect people like them to be snobbish and obnoxious, but they all feel like…

“Okay, bestie, I’m hungry,” Abi hugs Olivia and drags her away from a game machine.

“Me too, let’s go eat!”

We hit the food court next to the cinema complex and order hot wings and fries. We find a table - barely, because the place is bustling. Olivia and Liam sit next to each other and I expect them to start acting gross, but for some reason they keep their distance. Maybe they’re shy in public.

“So, how long do you think you’re staying with Liam?” Abi asks me as we wait for the food.

“Uhh… it was supposed to be two weeks until my mom comes out of the hospital.” I fidget nervously under the table. “I hope they don’t keep her much longer than that.”

“And then what?”

“We were supposed to move in closer to our home, but it looks like we’ll be renting a place here. So I don’t have to change schools again.” I feel a tight knot in my stomach, as if I’m talking about a fantasy scenario, not the actual future.

“That’s so cool, right dude?” Olivia smiles at Liam and wraps her arm around his shoulder. I raise my eyebrows at her calling him dude. It’s cute, I guess.

“Don’t you have too many friends already?” Liam asks her squinting.

“No one like Mike,” she winks at me and I flush, not quite sure what she meant. Maybe she’s onto me after all. “Do you have Instagram?”

“Yeah, but I barely use it,” I admit.

The girls take out their phones to follow me and just then our number comes up - our hot wings are ready.

“I’ll take them,” I say and stand up, wanting to make myself useful. The tray is packed with wings and fries. My mom would have a fit if she saw me eating this. She always cooked at home, even for birthdays and other occasions. I feel a bit naughty, but pretty excited, too.

Maybe a bit too excited, because I don’t notice a younger boy, about twins’ age, who runs into me and sends the tray flying onto the floor. The boy and I look at each other and he seems more shocked than me, watching the mess he made with a wide open mouth. Before I know it, Liam is next to me and pushes the poor kid.

“What the fuck have you done?” he yells at him. Magically, a tall dude who looks like the boy’s dad towers over him and pushes Liam away.

“Hands off my son, jerk!”

“Your son just knocked our food all over the floor!” Liam snaps back.

“I don’t care what he did, if you touch my son again, I’ll kick your ass.”

Liam and the man face each other like boxers before the fight and a few seconds later we’re surrounded by people.

“Liam!” Olivia pulls his arm but he won’t budge.

“What’s going on here?” a middle-aged security guard asks, stepping between them.

"Look, it was an accident," I say, aiming for a calm tone. "No one's hurt, we can just clean this up and order something else."

“And I know who’s paying for it,” Liam keeps looking the man in the eyes, not intimidated by his size.

"Liam!" Olivia yells again, and this time he looks at her. "Abi and I are going home," she says through clenched teeth and does a 180 before walking away.

Liam gives the guy one last angry look but then gives up and follows her. I slip away from there before someone makes us clean up.

"Why are you never on my side?" Liam complains when we catch up with Olivia. "They should be paying for our food, and suddenly I'm the bad guy?"

"Because you pushed that little kid."

"I was just trying to help Mike!"

Abi turns around and spreads her arms. "This was just a kid! Bad moment to play the alpha male."

"I don’t care, he should watch where he’s going."

"Maybe, but you overreacted."

The vibe is effectively killed, and Olivia calls her brother to pick them up. But she gives Liam a hug before they go. She doesn’t seem that mad. I’m thankful they don’t start kissing or anything like that, which I find a bit strange. They clearly vibe a lot, but they’re a weird couple.

Bad news for me, Liam is all pissed as we walk back home.

"You're on their side," he says suddenly, and I have to think about what he had in mind. I wasn’t joking; I’m a bit slow sometimes.

"I'm not taking sides," I say. "You did what you did."

"Did what?"

"You know. Maybe overreacted a little."

"So what do you think I should do? Thank that little shit for making you drop our food? Pat him on the back?"

"I mean… I appreciate you came to help, but maybe we could just talk to his parents and, I don't know, at least make them clean up the mess. Olivia’s right. By pushing him, you just made us look bad.

“So I should let anyone push and shove you, huh?”

“Dude, he was like twelve. I had this,” I say, deciding not to mention the assholes who did push and shoved me the other day at school while he was busy ignoring me.

“I’m sick and tired of twelve year olds running around and wreaking havoc all day at home. And now I can’t even have a moment to myself since you moved in!”

Wow. I'm speechless. I get it. Nobody likes it when your quality of life drops and there’s nothing you can say about it, but I seriously wish I could have his problems. They almost seem cozy in comparison to mine.

“Not gonna say anything?” he asks.

I shrug. “Sorry. I wish I could help you somehow.”

He sighs and we continue walking home in silence. Seriously, I don't know what else to say. It sure doesn't seem like the right moment to bring up my own problems. It feels so unfair but then again… why should he care? It's not like we're family or grown up together. He was barely aware of my existence for the most of my life, just like I was of his. He was one of those many names Mom would mention after having calls with her old friends or distant relatives. You know, the cousin that got to Harvard, the aunt that moved to India. She's always had a way of keeping in touch with all those people even though she never really meant to actually visit or invite them. I guess it paid off when one thing came to another, but I was never meant to materialize in Liam's world. I was to always stay just another recurring name attached to vague anecdotes told at dinner time.

I manage a smile as we update Maggie, conveniently leaving out the whole tray incident. It was a pretty fun day overall. We whip up some sandwiches to make up for the missed meal and head upstairs. Liam disconnects completely, and I slip back into my role of being practically invisible. I don't feel sleepy at all, and we end up staying up late, doing our own things. Liam watches a movie on his laptop with his earbuds in.That decides it for me. I brush my teeth first, and later, when Liam shuts himself in the bathroom for a shower, I quietly grab my blanket and pillow from my bed and sneak out of the room.

The TV is off. The house is quiet and asleep. In almost complete darkness, I make my way down the stairs. There, I go to the living room and make myself comfortable on the couch. I sigh with relief. If I can only come up with a good excuse for Maggie to let me sleep here every night, that would be awesome.

I open my phone and remember friend requests from Olivia and Abby on Instagram. Liam still wouldn't share any of his socials with me, and I almost feel bad for accepting and following them back. I go to check their photos but their profiles are private so I have to wait until they add me back. They'll probably be disappointed to see my whooping seven photos, all featuring sunsets, landscapes or pretty buildings. There's one with my reflection in the storefront of an antiques shop, intentionally moved and blurry. That's right, just another edgy kid on Instagram.

Then I check my call history, for probably the twentieth time today, just in case I missed a call from Mom. I've been trying to keep cool about it. This isn't the first time she's been in the hospital, and every other time, things turned out okay—well, okay enough for her to get in touch as soon as she could. But back then, I was only six bus stops away from being able to check in on her myself. I never did, but just knowing I could was comforting.

I let out a heavy sigh and start to type a message: “Hi Mom, I’m sure all is good and you’ll call when you get the chance. I just wanted to tell you I made some friends today and I wanted to…”

Before I can finish, I’m interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Someone's walking around the house as if looking for something. Maybe it's one of the twins hunting for a midnight snack. I turn off my phone and stuff it under my pillow, just before the footsteps come even closer and someone stops just next to me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Liam whispers.

“Sleeping,” I whisper back, trying to sound innocent.

“Why here?”

I shrug, though he probably can't see it. “Thought you might want some alone time in your room.”

He sighs and I see him clenching his fists. Great, I pissed him off again. “Dude. Come back to your bed,” he insists.

“I’m good here,” I say.

“Mom will kill me when she finds you here. What will she think?”

“I'll just say you were snoring.”

He sighs again and just stands there a moment. “Bro, she knows I don’t snore, and anyway… damn it!” he says and kneels down to be on my eye level as he lowers his voice. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn't mean to make you feel unwelcome. It's just everything else that’s been getting to me. Not you. Can you please come back to your bed now?”

I can feel his breath and see his eyes now that he's closer. Suddenly, I want to do anything he asks. It takes a lot of effort to resist.

“I'm staying here tonight. Maybe I need some alone time, too.”

He places his hand on my shoulder and gives me a gentle shake. "Dude... I'm not leaving until you go back to your bed. I mean it."

Fuck, he's so stubborn. Now he's starting to piss me off.

“Leave me,” I say with finality.

“No.”

“Just leave me.”

“No!”

"Fine, have it your way," I say and turn away from him.

I lay there with my eyes open and wait for him to go away. But instead, he sits down on the couch and starts to pull the blanket over himself too.

“What are you doing?” I hiss at him as he somehow crams himself onto the couch with me.

“Just what you see.”

“Jesus…” I sigh, trying to hide my excitement feeling his half-naked body.

“Will you go back to your bed now?” he asks.

“Nope,” I reply, shifting to relieve my arm that was twisted awkwardly. If anything, he reduced the chances of me going anywhere to zero.

“We’re never gonna manage to sleep like this. Just saying.”

“Maybe you,” I say and pinch his nipple just because my hand happened to be there.

“Ouch, what was that for?”

“Payback for earlier.” Technically, Liam squeezed my both nipples after the towel lesson, but I don’t see a point in rushing my vengeance. That is until he catches me off guard and pinches me back. “Hey, that’s not fair,” I giggle and tickle him right under his ribs.

“No tickling,” he grabs my hand and pushes it away. Then, for some reason, he buries his fingers in my hair and tugs gently, sending shivers down my spine.

“Mmmmm…” I purr and close my eyes.

“What?” he asks.

“Harder…”

“Like that?” he tightens his grip a bit.

“Mhmmmm…”

“You’re really weird.”

“No, you’re weird,” I say and dare to play with the soft wisps that I knew my fingers would find just below his belly button.

“Bro…” he whispers and his grip on me softens. A moment later, his hand goes down and I feel his fingers just above my briefs’ waistline. “Not fair, you’re all smooth there.”

“No I’m not,” I protest.

“Yes you are, I can feel it.”

“You just need to dig deeper,” I say with a smirk. Our faces are inches apart.

Liam keeps tickling my smooth underbelly for a second, but then I feel his fingertips take a little dive under the fabric. The only reason I’m not getting hard is that I’ve already had a boner for a few minutes. Luckily, it’s pointing left, so he touches my pubes instead, barely missing the root of my dick.

“Mhmmm…”

“You’re so weird,” he says but keeps his fingers inside my briefs.

“You are weird.”

“No, you.”

“No, you,” I say and let my own fingertips dive under his boxer briefs. “You’re so hairy. Like a gorilla.”

“You wish.”

“I bet your balls are all hairy, too,” I tease him.

“I bet yours haven’t even dropped.”

“Oh, they’ve dropped, all right. Just not into a jungle.”

“It’s not a jungle,” he says.

“I’m calling bluff.”

“Me too.”

My head spins when Liam yanks the blanket off us. The dim light coming from outside is enough for me to see every detail, including Liam’s tented boxers. I can’t believe it. Are we really doing this? I think we’re really doing this. But what exactly are we doing? It’s happening too fast.

“Ready?” Liam asks, hooking his fingers around the waistline. I do the same. It’s a bit difficult to move because I’m squeezed between him and the couch’s backrest. My heart’s pounding like crazy. “Okay, three, two, one…”

We lower them at the same time, our dicks bouncing a little as we set them free. Liam’s a little bigger in every dimension, but I don’t get to have a proper look because he bends forward and sits down, looking at my crotch.

“Move this monster away,” he says, and unceremoniously pushes my dick to the side. I hold my breath as he uses his other hand to feel up my balls, gently juggling them in his fingers. I curl my toes and whimper under his touch.

“I knew it. Bald as a cue ball,” he says, but his voice is weird, almost like a bad actor reciting lines from a script. He then lifts my dick so it points upwards, brushing the small dark patch growing from its root. “There’s something here, but not much. You should just shave it.”

“What? No!” my voice comes out hoarse through my dry throat.

“Snip, snip, snip,” he giggles as he pretends to cut my pubes with his fingers, totally ignoring that my dick is twitching and leaking in his other hand. “I can help with that, if you want. I want to be a barber one day. What do you call a barber for dick hair?”

“I’m not shaving it,” I hiss. “Let me see yours now.”

Liam lies back on the couch and I sit up, switching positions. He supports himself on his elbows to have a good view. There it is, his perfect cock, and he lets me touch it. I’m burning up. I take it in my hand and steer it away to check his balls. That’s what it all is supposed to be about after all.

“Not as hairy as I thought,” I say as I play with them in my fingers. Boy, they’re big. I feel them contracting and shifting under my touch. I innocently pull on the skin of his shaft and uncover his glans. I gulp. It’s really there. I can lean in and take it in my mouth whenever I want. I doubt he’d protest at this point. My dream would come true. But… isn’t that too gay?

I move his dick around to buy time and check his pubes. They’re much darker and curlier than his head hair, but not as dark as mine. They’re kinda fluffy and nice to touch. He’s just come out of the shower, after all.

“Careful,” he whispers.

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll make a mess.”

“Oh,” I say and give his dick another slow pull. “If I do this?”

“Yeah, better not do that or…”

It’s too late. I’m already in love with this feeling and I slowly stroke him, up and down, my other hand absentmindedly messing with his balls. Liam lies back and puts his hand behind his head. Then he exhales loudly, his chest strained and shiny. He looks so hot I almost want to cry. And he just lets me do whatever I want. If only he knew how much I wanted it. There’s not much space, so I reposition and sit on his knees to get a better grip.

Liam’s precum gathers on my fingers as I jack him off, going a little bolder and faster with every minute. His eyes are closed, and he looks focused. I really want to use my mouth but I don’t want to ruin the straight bros moment. Maybe next time.

I know we’re almost there when he clenches his prostate and his dick comes to life in my hand. I make a tight ring around the root with my right hand’s fingers, while my left is stroking him as fast as I can. His breathing is less even now. He keeps holding his breath for a few seconds before letting it out with a loud sigh. Just when my arm starts hurting, it happens. He tenses, then spasms and kicks his legs under my butt.

“Ummhh… ghhhaaaa…” he lets out and a cums in a way I've never seen. A strong jet shoots out like from a hose, followed by two more bursts, nearly as powerful. Then, it slows to a dribble in my fingers. I keep going, slower now, as he twitches and writhes. “Mhhhh… mhmmmhhhh…” he keeps moaning, and I almost want to laugh. This is the longest orgasm I've ever seen. And I made it happen!

I keep holding him, feeling him soften in my grip. We're both panting, and he finally opens his eyes.

“Uhhhh, bro…” he whispers. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure. I mean, you’re welcome.”

“You can cum on me, if you want. So there’s only one mess to clean.”

Fuck, is this paradise? I mean, my brain immediately translates it to “I’m not gonna return the favor,” but I can’t be happier. Before he changes his mind, I get on my knees on top of him, and start jerking off. I feel really self-conscious because he looks up at me with this small smirk that I’ve never seen before. And yeah, no one’s ever seen me masturbating, so this is all kinda new. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I’m jerking off, my fist slowly turning into a blur, and Liam is there, waiting for me to blow my load on his belly.

“Weren’t you a bit sensitive here?” he asks and pinches my nipples.

It’s like I was struck by lightning. I throw my head back and go blind for a few seconds while my dick explodes. I can’t even force myself to be quiet. I moan like a wounded animal. Then I open my eyes just in time to watch the last drops land on Liam’s skin, mixing up with his mess.

He giggles watching me lose my mind. “Sorry. But I think it worked.”

“Oh shit… oh shit…” I pant, the room spinning around me. My knees are weak, so I sit back on his legs trying to catch my breath.

“I’ve never fooled around with anyone before,” Liam whispers in the dark.

“Me neither,” I say.

I want to say something smarter, but just then I’m startled by someone walking upstairs. I duck, hovering just an inch over Liam to avoid getting messy.

“Mom?” a soft voice comes from upstairs. Liam and I look at each other like frightened rabbits. It's one of the twins.

“Mom, is that you?”

Liam catches his breath and whispers back. “It's me, go back to bed, Brody!”

“What are you doing there? I heard noises,” Brody squeals. How could Liam tell him apart?

Liam puts his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. “Everything’s fine. Now go back to bed before you wake up Mom.”

The twin must be sleep-walking because he doesn't respond, just shuffles away. We listen to his footsteps fade before I dare to breathe again.

Liam looks back at me, his chest still raising and falling fast. “Shit, that was close. Better go back to your bed.”

“Yeah, let's go,” I agree, trying to pull him up by his hand.

“No, just you. I'm sleeping here,” he shakes it free.

“But why…” I start but he interrupts.

“I need… just go. We'll talk tomorrow. I promise.”

“But you’ve got my blanket and pillow,” I say. Yeah, my brain isn’t working properly yet.

“Then you can sleep in my bed.”

I give him my best puppy dog eyes. It's not fair. It was cuddle time!

“I'm serious,” he says. “Just bring me some paper towels before you go.”

Figuring I shouldn’t push my luck further, I head to the kitchen naked and grab a roll of paper towels.

“Let me,” I say, starting to clean up without waiting for a reply. He just watches me work, and I spend extra time making sure his dick is nice and dry, not just from the inside. I use every chance to touch it. With Liam, you never know. This may never happen again.

“Thanks,” he says, making me feel like I could grow wings and fly. But I try to play cool.

I find my briefs and put them on, feeling his eyes on me. “Goodnight, I guess.”

“Goodnight.”

I go back up with mixed feelings. I can't believe what just happened. We did it. I made him cum. He made me cum - kinda. And we almost got caught. But what does that make us? Probably nothing, but to me it was more than just fooling around.

Back in our room, I take Liam's used tank top that I stuffed in a drawer earlier. Lying down on his bed, I push my briefs down to my knees and press the tank top to my face. I inhale. It still has his smell on it. Lots of it. I stroke myself and it only takes me a moment to get hard again. In just a couple minutes, I bring myself to another orgasm, muffling my moans with the shirt. Then I use the shirt to clean up the mess and throw it under the bed. Just a few moments later, I pass out.