Costume Party by goatsy5,goatsy5 The leaves fall gently in the Fall-time breeze. The sky is a warm shade of pink, as the sun sets behind the horizon. A car cruises up the street stopping in front of a house in the suburbs. The headlights shut off, and the driver’s door opens with a creak. A young man steps out, head covered. They make their way up the driveway, leaves crunching underfoot. Light music can be heard outside the home as the figure steps, he passes by the closed blinds of the windows. Walking past a few cheap Halloween decorations, the young man steps up to the front door. Passing under a low hanging party store spiderweb, he reaches a hand up poised to knock. His fingers curl back hesitantly, taking a moment to brush off his outfit and straighten out any wrinkles.
Knock knock knocking sounds out as he pounds the door. A few moments later, footsteps can be heard approaching. The door opens, warm light pouring out onto the dark porch. A figure stands in the doorframe, pale gray skin, ripped clothes, tangled black hair, and a streak of red dripping down their chin.
“June? I hardly recognized you!” It squeals happily. “You made it!” She says inviting him inside.
“Nice costume, Alice.” June says, following her inside. The music is much louder now, a mellow yet catchy soundtrack.
“I’m a zombie.” Alice says, turning back to him. June is wearing a tight black outfit, with a mask covering all but his eyes.
“And you are…? A cat burglar?” She laughs.
“I-I’m a ninja” He corrects, his covered face blushing.
“Oh wow, you really went all out, huh?” She teases.
The party store didn’t have many options. Even fewer that actually fit him. This one was cheap and fit tight around his body. They walk through the hall towards the dining room. Decorations are scattered throughout the house, plastic pumpkins, spiders, and streamers in the shape of “boo!” or “spooky!” trailing around. Rounding the corner, June sees the other invites are all already here. There’s a fairy sitting on the sofa with a red plastic cup, her legs thrown over the lap of a wizard with a big fake beard on. A Pirate standing in front of the fridge, staring idly at the contents inside. A younger man wearing a jean jacket sitting at the table full of snacks. He had blonde hair, and green eyes. An athlete’s body, with the sleeve rolled up showing off his forearms.
“Everyone, this is June!” Alice says, a hand gesturing to the ninja standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“Hey, guys.” He says, his hand weakly raised in greeting.
The group all make various sounds of hellos and grunts of acknowledgement. Alice wanders off to the pirate busy plundering the fridge and shoos him off, while June takes a seat next to the young man sitting by the chips.
“Hey, how’s the party going?” June asks, pulling out a chair.
“Eh, it’s going.” He says, pushing aside a bag of chips. “I’m Peter.” He says pulling out a crumpled up Spiderman mask from his pocket. June stares at the mask and smirks lightly, pulling off his own. Peter’s frame is close to his own. Couldn’t be much older either. Running a hand through his hair, June looks around at the other costumed party goers. Peter’s eyes study his face for a moment before leaning back in his chair.
“Yeah, not too many people showed I guess. Alice was a bit disappointed.” He says. “But I think costume parties just scare some people off.”
June nods, crossing his legs. They both turn over to a commotion brewing in the kitchen.
“Get out of the kitchen, I already put out food!” Alice yells, pushing the pirate out into the dining room. He mumbles some half arguments before staggering over to the table, grabbing a bag of chips with more force than necessary. June flinches as the bag gets snatched from in front of him. He looks over to Peter who is smiling with his hand on his head.
“Jesus, Harvey. Calm down, you’ve had too much to drink already man.” He says, clearly finding the image of a drunken pirate crashing the party to be pretty entertaining. Harvey piles chips into his mouth, swaying side to side. His eyepatch dangling around his neck, a mustache that appears to be drawn on with sharpie mostly smeared away at this point.
“Well, it’s not my fault this party sucks!” He slurs. “There aren’t even any bitches here.”
June shifts in his seat uncomfortably. His lips curled into a smile as Peter and himself tried not to laugh.
“What’re you giggling about?” Harvey says, jabbing a finger into June’s chest. Raising his arms in mock surrender, June smiles and tries to defuse the situation.
“C’mon, I don’t even know you.” He laughs. The pirate scowls and staggers off to the couch. Plopping down right next to the wizard, sitting part way on him.
“Fuck off, Harvey!” The wizard howls as he attempts to shove him off. The fairy chimes in telling the Pirate off. Only being met with belligerent arguments.
“This is the only good seat in the house, stop hogging it!”
June and Peter watch the show, before Peter stands up and stretches, groaning in a cute way. His shirt creeps up as he does, if only for a moment. June notices, before averting his eyes embarrassedly. June couldn’t help but find Peter a bit attractive. How his green eyes peered behind his sandy blonde hair, and how he smiled when they laughed. Shaking off the thoughts, June stood up and walked over to the kitchen.
“Hey Alice, where are the drinks?” He asked.
“Oh, yeah. There’s an ice chest under the table by the snacks.” She says, her eyes watching the party. Clearly thinking about something else.
“Thanks,” June says, making his way to the table. Sliding the chest from under the table, he moves around the ice, grabbing a beverage.
“Want one, Peter?” He says, his head still in the ice box.
Peter’s eyes dart over to the drunken Pirate flailing around on the couch, antagonizing the couple.
“Sure, I’ll have one.” He says, shaking his head.
Popping back up from under the table, with two dripping cans, June sets them between the two of them. They pop them open and smile as they joke about ending up like Harvey if they aren’t careful. As they talked, he felt the way his costume hugged his chest tightly, showing his body clearly, showing where he curved and bulged. It wasn’t intentional, to get a costume that was so tight. But he wondered if anyone noticed, if Peter noticed. He continued chatting Peter up, who was chill and receptive. June felt like he might actually like him, but became terribly aware of the fact he was clinging to him… Socially at least. As the conversation died down and they sat idly looking at each other, June cleared his throat.
“Is there anything else going on here? Other than drinking and staring, I mean?” He says mustering up his voice.
Peter’s face lit up at the prospect, looking around until his eyes met Alice’s from across the room.
“Alice! June thinks your party is boring. Have anything more fun we could be doing?” He says. Alice’s face scrunches slightly, as though her fears are coming true.
“I didn’t say that!” June exclaims flustered, turning to Peter who looks all too proud of himself.
“Well, I don’t know. We could play some… Board games?” She says, thinking. The offer sits in the air an uncomfortably long time, before she chimes in again.
“We could play ‘spin the bottle’ or some shit?”
“That’s cliché, Alice.” The wizard calls out from the couch, deciding to join the conversation.
“You’re only saying that because you and your girlfriend are content to just drink and lounge on my couch all night!” She argues.
“If you have any better ideas then let’s hear ’em.” Alice adds.
Mixed reactions and half hearted options circle the conversation. Until Alice throws up her hands.
“You guys decide, figure it out. I’m going outside.” She grumbles, before storming outside through the back door of the kitchen.
“She seems upset.” June says quietly. “Maybe I should go talk to her?”
Peter sips on his drink, then shakes his head.
“She’s just stressed. You know how she wants things to be perfect. Best to just let her cool off.” Peter says, standing up.
“Want to go look for some board games?” He says looking down at June.
“Sure. Might as well do something.” June agrees.
They head down the hallway, the music fading out before kicking up with an intense rock song. Peter walks behind June, as they look for a closet or cabinet. He notices June’s legs being squeezed by his outfit, and the way it hugs his ass.
“Jeez, do they make that outfit in men’s?” He laughs.
“Wow. C’mon man…” June pouts, feeling more self conscious.
“I’m playing, you look… Comfortable.” Peter says, trying to verbally walk it back.
They find a closet in the hall, opening it up and turning on a light. Coats, shoes, and junk fill the closet. June notices a pile of boxes on the top shelf.
“We probably shouldn’t be going through Alice’s things… But, there are some boxes up there. Let me grab a chair so I can reach-”
“Want me to lift you up?” Peter interjects, grinning.
“Lift me? No I can just grab a-” He yelps as Peter snatches his waist, lifting him a few feet off the ground. His body tenses as Peter laughs. Quickly grabbing a box, he finds his feet touching the ground again. He spins around to face Peter, eyes wide and a fluttering feeling in his chest.
“Don’t look at me like that, June. I was just giving you a hand.” He says, his voice betraying his enjoyment.
“What’s in the box?”
June sets the box down and opens it up. Inside are stacks on stacks of old cassette tapes. He sifts through the cassettes, inspecting the labels.
“I think these are music tapes?” He says showing one to Peter. It has a handwritten label, mostly obscure titles.
“Oh. Well, unless there’s a tape player in there too, we’re out of luck with this box.”
As they look through the cassettes for albums they may recognize despite the custom labeling, June notices the smell of cigarettes.
“What are you doing in here?” Alice says frantically, her clothes smelling of cigarettes.
“Uh, Sorry Alice. We were just seeing if we could find those board games.”
“I don’t have any board games! Stop going through my shit you-” She stops herself, taking a deep breath and covering her face with her hands.
“Guys… I’m trying to not freak out on you right now. It’s not your fault, but this stupid party is stressing me out. Put those back, please. I-” She trails off, the distant sound of clattering causing her to clench her hands and storm down the hall back towards the rest of the party.
The two boys look at eachother like scolded children for a moment, before packing the box back up and putting it back. Elevated voices can be heard from down the hall, Harvey and Alice getting into it. Peter looks over to June, his lips pressed into a frown. He nods signaling they should go check it out.
“You ruined everything, Harvey! I don’t even- you can’t just- FUCK!” Alice yells, Harvey shouting in retort.
Alice storms to the front door, pulling it open. She turns to Peter then June as they cautiously approach the scene. A vase is shattered, wilted flowers scattered across the carpet. June meets her gaze, she’s staring daggers into them. Tears creeping on the edges of her eyes.
“Alice-” June says quietly, unsure of himself.
“I’m taking him home.” She croaks.
“I’ll go with you, it’s late after all.” June says.
“I’ll come too, Harvey can be a handful.” Peter chimes in.
Alice stares at them, her face softening.
“Alright.” She says, grabbing her keys.
“Can you two get him to the car?” she says, pulling a box of cigarettes from her pocket, stepping outside. As the door closes in a hurry, June and Peter walk around the shattered glass, trying to avoid stepping on any shards. Harvey sits on the floor, his face red and sweaty.
“C’mon big man. Let’s get you home buddy.” Peter says parentally, urging him to his feet with an outstretched arm. June turns to the others. The fairy is sitting on the sofa, her knees in her hands. She looks uncomfortable. The Wizard is on his feet and staring at the vase, in a trance.
“Can you guys at least clean this up while we’re gone?” June says with a sigh.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll take care of it.” The Wizard says, snapping back to reality before heading off to the kitchen. Peter has Harvey all the way to the door now, and his helping him stay on his feet. June jogs over to the front door to get it for him. Stepping out into the night air is refreshing, it washes over him like a cool blanket as it kisses his skin. The ninja costume does little to actually insulate him, and the night air quickly becomes more chilly than comfortable as it bites through the thin fabric. He skips past Alice as she stomps out a cigarette butt on the pavement.
Harvey complies all the way to the car, clambering into the back seat. Peter makes sure he gets buckled up and stays back there to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. June sits in the passenger seat, directly in front of Peter’s seat.
The ride there is quiet. Harvey dozing off, head slumped to the side. Peter looks forward watching as the street lights pass by.
June sits hands in his lap, watching his hands as he fiddles with his fingers. He thinks about the party and the way Alice blew up. He looks over, an apology on the tip of his tongue. Alice’s hand juts up, a single finger in front of his face, shushing him.
“June, don’t.” She sighs. Her face gets bathed in red light as the car slows to a halt.
“I’m sorry guys. I didn’t mean to yell at everyone tonight. I thought this would be good for me tonight. But I just…” She sits staring into the traffic light, trying to find the words.
The light’s hue changes to green, and the car jets off down the empty road.
“It’s alright, Alice. We understand.” Peter says from behind, his hand grabbing the shoulder of her seat. June nods, watching her expression. She wipes her eye, turning to June.
“It just sucks for you to see me like this, after all this time.” She says, a sad smile painted on her face. He turned away. Unable to find the words to say, he felt like this before. Too many times before.
“It’s fine. Really, Alice…” June says, trying his best to comfort her.
She nods, frowning. She rubs the steering wheel, taking a deep breath. Her eyes frantically watch the road, looking as if she’s waiting for something to jump out at her.
The car falls quiet, other than the hum of the engine and the gasping snores of Harvey. They continue driving. Leaves dance in the breeze, looking like ashes scattered by the night.
June leans back in his seat. Closing his eyes. He feels a light thumping on his seat behind him. He shifts lightly, listening to the rhythmic tapping. Then June feels a hand on his shoulder. His eyes fly open in surprise. He wants to leap from his skin, freezing up. It rubs him lightly, before retreating.
What was that? June asks himself. His mind racing. He feels his face flush slightly as he considers the feelings. Slowly, he lets his hand droop down the side of his seat. Drifting to the back seat. He feels a hesitant hand touch his fingertips. He stretches his fingers out. Reaching into the darkness, he feels Peter’s hand grab his softly. His fingers playfully lace between Junes, as they hold hands. June sits looking forward, feeling unsure of what exactly they are doing. But it feels right.
The car pulls into a dark street, slowing to a crawl.
“Okay, Harvey we’re home.” Alice announces, turning back to the slumbering Pirate. He stirs groggily, taking a look around him.
“Home, Harvey.” Peter repeats. Harvey looks at Peter, one eye squinting trying to get a better picture of the young man. His gaze drops lower, seeing him holding hands discreetly with June. His lips curl into a drunken smile.
“Haaha Gayy-” He slurs, as Peter helps him out of the car. Alice joining them on the short walk to the front door. June watches as they walk further and further, their forms blending into the dark of the house. Shortly after the porch light flickers to life. June watches the light, absorbed in his thoughts.
After a few agonizing minutes the pair exit the house, shutting the door and treading across the lawn. Car doors shut and tires squeal as they make a u-turn. Alice lets out a breath of relief, her posture straightening out. Clearly a burden has been lifted.
The car ride back was quiet, but more comfortable.
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June climbs out of the car, stretching his legs on the sidewalk. He feels the bite of the air again, and trots up to the front door. On hand on the knob, he turns behind. Peter is a few steps away, Alice still standing by the car.
“Go on boys, I’ll just be a minute. Get some fresh air.” Alice calls out, waving them off.
Inside, they find that the mess has been cleaned up, no traces of the flowers or glass to be seen. The Wizard is now beardless, as he and the Fairy makeout on the couch. June stares for a moment, contemplating announcing their return before they escalate anything. But before he does, Peter taps his shoulder.
“Wanna listen to music with me?” He offers an awkward yet genuine smile on his face.
“Sure.” June says. Following him to the kitchen, and out the back door. Outside, the moon glows in the garden. Shining a spotlight on a little corner with a bench. They make their way over to the bench, scooting the pillows aside taking a seat side by side. Peter sits close pulling out a pair of earbuds. He takes it, placing it in June’s ear hesitantly. June’s heart was aflutter at the gesture. He glances at Peter, watching as he opens his phone, navigating for a moment. June leans back on the bench tilting his head back and exhaling the nerves away. His breath billows up and drifts away in the cold air.
Suddenly, the sound of the music fades in. The volume slowly rises until the 80’s rock song is blasting away in his left ear. Peter leans forward slightly, his eyes focused on June.
“Did you want to listen to something in particular? What’re you into?” The blonde boy asks. His foot tapping on the pavement in rhythm.
Meeting his gaze, June takes a moment to respond, shaking his head lightly side to side. Before answering trepidatiously.
“I don’t mind this, whatever you want to listen to.” He responds, his arms tightly crossed in a light shiver.
“It’s fucken cold out here, huh?” June adds softly.
Peter’s foot stops tapping.
“That’s because you’re wearing spandex, Dummy.” He says looking proud of himself.
Peter thinks for a moment, his knee bouncing lightly. He wonders if he is doing this right. If June is into him, like he’s into June. He wouldn’t have held his hand earlier if he wasn’t. Right? He was never quite sure how to express his wants, when in situations like this. Peter stands up, taking off his jacket slowly. He offers it to June. Peter’s expression is soft, trying to send silent messages to June’s heart.
June looks somewhat flustered, hesitant to cause Peter to give him his own jacket. But he utters a soft thank you as he grasps the denim, wearing it over his sleek jumpsuit. They sit in the quiet night once more, listening to the next few songs that shuffle.
June sat arms still crossed, the denim doing little to actually stave off the chilly air. But inside, he felt warmth nonetheless. He scoots closer to Peter. Threatening to invade his space. Hoping that he’s wanted there.
Wordlessly, Peter moves closer as well. A silent affirmation.
Peter, now side by side with him. Bodies closer than just strangers would allow, he snakes his arm around June’s shoulders. Holding him in a gentle embrace.
“Is this okay with you?” He asks softly.
“Yes.” June whispers. His voice is no longer unsure.
Then, Peter leaned closer to June. Their hearts beating wildly as he steals a kiss. June feels himself melt into the kiss, closing his eyes. It only lasted moments, but it felt longer. June’s eyes flutter open and he smiles sheepishly. Peter is smiling back softly, the moonlight highlighting his hair. He breaks eye contact, his hand stroking June’s shoulder affectionately.
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment Peter swallows the lump in his throat, before speaking in a low voice.
“Y’know, when I saw you for the first time tonight. I thought you were a good looking guy.” He says, turning back to face June. “But, I couldn’t know if you were… Well. I guess I do now.” He says, his voice trembling slightly as he finishes.
“Do you want to go back home with me?” June asks, the question barely a whisper.
The question hangs in the air for a moment. Peter’s thoughts turn in his head. His hand retreating from June’s shoulder, leaving it feeling colder.
“I’d like that.” Peter says, his voice betraying his anxiousness.
The two sit in silence for a few moments, allowing the reality of their exchange to seep in. Then, they get up and make their way back inside. Back inside the much warmer house, things are quiet. June looks across the dining room into the hall, not seeing any sign of Alice. The music is no longer present either.
Peter and June continue through the house, a visible energy change between them. June stands about six steps behind Peter, feeling conscious of letting the rest of the party know how things are developing between them. Standing in the kitchen, he realizes that he is still wearing Peter’s jacket.
Around the corner, Alice’s voice sounds out from the living room. Peter, standing in the entryway jumps slightly, catching sight of her lounging on the couch.
“Oh, I thought you’d gone home Peter.” She says surprised.
June, feeling self conscious, peeks his head around the corner. Peter clears his throat, and laughs casually.
“Nah, I wouldn’t have left without at least saying goodbye.” He says, placing his hands in his pockets.
Alice looks at June then back at Peter. A slightly puzzled look peers through her tired eyes.
“Where were you guys?” She asks.
“Just getting some fresh air, enjoying the backyard.” June chimes in.
“Oh. Okay.” Alice says.
“But, y’know… This ‘get together’ has been fun. Thanks Alice. I’m going to actually be heading out now.” Peter says, walking over and giving her a friendly hug.
As Peter makes his way to the front door, June follows suit.
“Yeah, thank you Alice. It was nice seeing you tonight.” June adds, saying his goodbyes before making his way to the front door.
“Okay guys, have a good night.” She calls out to him as he reaches for the knob. June couldn’t help but to feel that she was spicing in an implication with that. Once outside, he feels a bit of relief and a tingle of excitement for whatever comes next for him.
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The pair walk up to June’s front door, Peter slowing down behind him. His keys jingle as he unlocks the door, opening it with a shove. He walks through the doorway, flicking on the lights and heading deeper inside. Peter’s shoes echo through the house as he walks inside. Reminding June how long it’s been since he’s had someone actually visit his home.
June stands in the hallway, leading to his bedroom. He holds his hands together uncomfortably. He hasn’t had anyone like Peter over, the circumstances of the night and their relationship stuck him with a wave of nervousness. He felt stuck inside his head for a moment, just watching Peter with a pattering heart as he knelt down to remove his shoes. Peter stands back up, looking around at the small apartment before noticing June standing beside the hallway.
Snapping back to reality, remembering that he should actually speak now, he smiles his sheepish smile. Looking somewhat embarrassed, yet sweet.
“So, um. Want to see my bedroom?” June says, laughing at his own words.
Peter laughs too, a lovely sound. He approaches June, a soft smile still painted on his lips.
“Sure, let’s check it out.” He says playfully.
June leads the way down the hall, right into the bedroom. June removes the jacket Peter lent him, draping it over a nearby chair. His hands linger on the fabric, clutching it firmly. He takes a deep breath and releases it, turning back to face Peter.
June strides over to the edge of his bed, sitting down. Peter stands motionless in the doorway, his thoughts race just as fast as his heart. June watches him, a look of admiration on his face. The cutest statue he’s ever seen. He pats the bed with a soft patter, causing Peter to jolt back to life. Meeting June on the edge of the bed, Peter sits beside him.
“So should we-” Peter gets cut off mid sentence by the sensation of June’s hot breath near his ear.
“It’s okay.” June whispers, kissing his neck.
Peter leans into the kiss, his body shivering with yearning. His hand found its way to June’s thigh, rubbing him sensually. Peter squishes his thigh, causing a playful squeak to escape the boy. The thin fabric covering June feels softer than silk in this moment, as He grasps him.
They kiss, feeling the apprehensions and concept of personal space fading into the background of their minds, as their hands explore each other. June’s hand petting Peter’s blonde hair, met by loving murmurs and smiles as they break their kiss.
Peter feels as June’s penis bulges against the tight fabric between his thighs, feeling the fire of his desire glow warmer inside his chest. His hand tenderly sliding further up his thigh, his finger grazing against June’s growing arousal. June kisses his cheek, wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulder as he climbs up on the bed sitting on his lap slowly.
Peter gasps lightly as June presses his body against his own. Kissing him back, Peter moves further back, closer to the center of the mattress. His hands instinctively placed on June’s ass, pulling him along with him. He feels his own erection pressing against his jeans. The sensation of June on his lap, the boy’s ass pressing against his cock only adding to the arousal.
June’s arms cling around his lover’s neck as he rests his head against Peter’s taking in the smell of his hair, mixing with the faint scent of cologne. His hips move against Peter, relishing in the feeling of his hands gripping his butt. Feeling Peter’s cock prodding at him below makes him more aware of his own, feeling as his precum dampens the crotch of his costume.
Peter’s breath plays against June’s ear as they sit in close embrace. His body shifts his back arching up lifting June slightly as He attempts to shimmy off the tight jeans. Only managing to remove them a fraction of the way, he groans softly feeling his cock press against June through his now exposed boxers. June giggles softly at his reaction, feeling a sense of relief at Peter’s expression. He releases Peter, climbing off his lap.
“Go ahead, take them off,” June reassures, giving him a chance to make himself more comfortable.
Needing no more encouragement Peter does. He fights with the jeans for a moment letting out a content sigh as they hit the bed, then land on the ground with a soft thud. June takes the opportunity to undress himself, reaching back in search of the zipper on his outfit.
After pulling of his shirt, Peter notices June as he struggles to find the zipper on his back. Crawling over the bed on his knees he places a hand on June’s shoulder steadying him.
“I’ve got it, June.” He coos.
June feels a pang of emotion at the way Peter said his name at this moment. Feeling as the zipper glides down exposing his back, June slides the bodysuit off his shoulders. Freeing himself of the confines of the tight costume. Before he can even let out a sigh of contentment, he feels Peter’s gentle touch on his exposed flesh for the first time. He shudders in delight as Peter helps him out of the second skin. He turns his head, seeing the tenderness in Peter’s face.
Peter admires June’s form for a moment, the way his shoulders move as he responds to being touched, the way his back curves down to his ass. He reinitiates their cuddle by holding him from behind in a gentle spoon. Peter holds him, holding June’s chest and pulling him closer. He can’t help himself to play with June’s nipple when his hand finds it, being rewarded by gentle moans. They collapse onto the pillows, bodies terribly close. June feels Peter’s erection between his ass, the little fabric they still have on doing little to block the sensation. Peter’s hips thrust gently as they spoon, he kisses June’s neck from behind. June’s own penis was fully erect now, the tip of his cock threatening to peek out the waistband of his tight black underwear.
June breaks apart the cuddle and turns to face Peter. They lay on their sides now facing each other, hair ruffled and heads sinking into the pillows. June’s hand reaches down below Peter’s waist, his fingers fondling Peter’s balls with care. Causing Peter to smile and press closer. It was clear that he wanted more.
June moves his fingers upward stroking Peter’s cock through his boxers, feeling a sticky spot towards the tip. This only spurred him on.
“Can I..? Uhm. Try sucking it?” June asks in passion, his voice somewhat fleeting at the question.
June didn’t even need to hear a verbal response. Peter’s face said it all, his body was begging for it. But he waited nonetheless, for his consent to take this further.
“Of course.” Peter finally utters, as though he had to remember how to speak.
Peter sits up, leaning against the headboard. Just as his hands reach down to pull down the edge of his boxers, June’s soft fingers interrupt his attempt.
“Allow me,” June says, his voice a purr.
June sits up on his knees, he positions himself between Peter’s spread legs. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of Peter’s boxers, pulling them down to his thighs. Peter’s dick springs up as it’s released, standing at attention. The tip glistening with evidence of his arousal. June’s eyes narrow, his lips curving into a smile.
“Look at you, you’re beautiful.” June says, his hand cupping Peter’s cheek while looking him in the eyes. Peter feels his face flush as he hears June’s words.
“So are you.” Peter mumbles, enamored by June.
June takes a moment to remove his underwear as well. Sliding them down his thighs and letting them tangle off his foot, flinging them off the side of the bed. Peter lays back, his chest breathing faster as he takes in the sight of June in full now. Nothing is hidden between them now.
He watches as June stumbles forward on his knees, the soft bed making moving gracefully impossible. June leans over Peter’s groin, on all fours. June’s erect dick dripping a stringy droplet of precum. He leans down to lick Peter’s cock, his breath hot against Peter’s sensitive flesh. His tongue darts out and glides up the shaft, before wrapping his soft lips around the tip. He tastes the salty precum as he gently sucks the tip, seducing out a soft sound from Peter. He awkwardly moves his tongue around trying to find some sense of rhythm. Feeling Peter’s hand find its way to his head playing with his hair and pressing gently downward, spurs June to take him deeper.
The sensation of Peter inside his mouth was everything he needed in the moment, he felt as though his senses were heightened. Feeling every twitch of his shaft as it slid along his tongue daring to press deeper, touching the back of his throat. Hearing every soft breathy noise Peter made. Seeing the expression of His face. It all made him want to perform his best.
As June bobbed his head, he felt Peter remove his hand from his hair and place it comfortingly under his chin. Guiding him up, Peter’s cock slides out of the boy’s mouth with a pop. Panting lightly, he looks up at Peter. Who wipes a trail of spit from Junes lips and with his hand still resting under his chin, steals a kiss. Deeper and more hungry than any kiss they had shared yet. Breaking the embrace of their lips, Peter guides June onto his back. His eyes half-lidded, a smug smile forming as he looks down at his lover laying on their back.
“Relax, I want to return the favor now.” He says quietly.
Peter then leans down, licking up, around, and confidently engulfing June’s dick. A playful gasp escapes June’s throat as he feels the warm wetness surrounding him. Peter’s cheeks hollow slightly as he sucks, his experience showing. Just as soon as he started, Peter slowly raises up. His lips tightly pull up to his sensitive tip, before letting June’s cock spring out, letting it slap against his belly, leaving it glistening.
Positioning himself, Peter’s cock moves to June’s. Their bodies pressing against each other. Peter holds June’s cock tenderly between his fingers, rubbing his own dick up into the embrace. The slippery mix of saliva and precum lubricates his fingers as he tightens around their sensitive flesh. Stroking June in time with himself, he feels June’s body arch off the bed slightly. June moves his hips slowly, adding to the sensation. Peter admires the half lidded gaze on June’s face, his soft lips parting as he fucks his hand. Their cocks press against each other in his palm, the friction sending shockwaves through him spurring him to move his hips too.
Peter leans down and captures June’s lips as they move their hips in tandem, causing a gentle moan from the boy. June breaks from the kiss pressing his cheek against Peter’s chest, he pants and whimpers lighty.
“I-I’m close, Peter…” He gasps. His hips increase in rhythm as he thrusts.
Peter plants a firm kiss on top of his head, tightening his grip slightly.
“That’s okay, let go.” Peter says tenderly, as he strokes faster.
Peter feels June’s body tense, the boy’s cock twitching in his hand. Followed by a warmth spilling through his fingers. June’s eyes are closed tight, his breaths ragged, and his hips slowing in tempo as his orgasm subsides.
This only makes Peter more aware of his out limit being reached, letting go of June’s exhausted dick he strokes himself with renewed vigor. Quickly feeling the throes of his own climax, his body tenses and lets out a groan of its own accord. The pressure is too much, he feels the hot feeling of his seed spilling out. He cums onto June’s chest, panting as his strokes slow to a stop.
His eyes flutter open, his knees feel shaky and weakened. June is staring up at him with an infectiously content smile. Causing Peter to chuckle breathily. Lost in the moment he collapses onto June’s chest, his face in June’s neck. They hug, embracing in silence, the only sounds being their stifled heavy breaths.
“I… I need a shower.” June speaks up, His voice cleaving through the quiet lull.
“Oh. Right, yeah, okay.” Peter utters.
They shuffle on the bed, peeling their sweaty bodies apart with a wet squelch. Peter lays on his side, watching June crawl out of bed and tiptoe off to the bathroom, fumbling with the doorknob. The door opens with a squeak, and June turns back to Peter with his sheepish smile returning.
“I won’t be long, Oh! Uh, I’ll get you a towel first-” He mumbles, ducking into the dark bathroom and re-emerging with a small pink towel. He tosses it gingerly on the bed and closes the bathroom door behind him. Shortly after the hiss of the shower can be heard.
Peter takes the moment to wipe the sticky fluid from his stomach, his eyes lingering on the bathroom door for a moment. Getting up with a sigh he puts on his boxers and wanders down the hall towards the kitchen. Finding a glass, he pours himself some water and gulps it down, the cool liquid quenching his strained throat. He stares at the glass for a moment, his thoughts wandering on the events of the evening. Was this just a fling? He hoped not, yet that is just how these things go sometimes.
He perks up as the sound of the clicking doorknob down the hall. Setting the cup down, he peers down the hall catching a glimpse of June’s body tiptoeing out towel in hand. His body slick with water, steam faintly floating off his form. He notices Peter staring. With a genuine yet goofy smile, he shuts the bedroom door part way.
Peter smiles to himself. Perhaps June sees him as more than a fling after all.
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