Page 6 of Screens Apart

I avoided my roommates when I got home, quickly making myself some pasta before spending the rest of the evening hiding in my room with Netflix and my blog. I told myself it was because I needed to edit some photos and queue a few up to post for the rest of the week, but even to me it sounded like a very forced lie.

By the day after, I’d thought I’d finally gotten a handle on my brain and my traitorous dick, but I didn’t realise how wrong I was until I got home from work.

The Amazon package with my batteries in it sat on the hall floor. I casually picked it up and slid it open as I headed for the kitchen, trying to work out what to make for dinner.

I’d ordered a pack of twenty-four Duracell batteries this time, forking out for something that I hoped would last a bit longer. The last ones I’d gotten had been from a pound shop because I’d figured that batteries were batteries and the brand really wouldn’t matter. But since they’d all lasted less than a month each, I knew this time I’d have to splash out for decent ones if I didn’t want to keep spending my very small amount of disposable income on fucking batteries.

I left them on the side as I rooted in the fridge, making a mental note to go shopping sooner rather than later. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have food to eat, I just didn’t have a lot of it left and it was starting to look like it might be pasta for dinner again.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear the door click open, and I didn’t realise I had company until I heard Taylor speaking behind me.

“That’s an awful lot of batteries,” he said, a note of amusement in his voice. I jumped, nearly banging my head on one of the fridge shelves as I spun around, my face flaming. “Got anything fun planned?” Taylor’s lips curled into a smirk that made a little shiver run down my spine.

Fuck! How could he reduce me to a speechless mess without even trying?

“I, um, I-I,” I stammered, no words coming out of my mouth. Shit, why couldn’t I just lie to him? Then again, what would I need twenty-four batteries for? It wasn’t as if I played a lot of video games and needed them for a controller.

“That’s a yes then,” Taylor said, stepping towards me. I froze. He picked up the pack and turned it over in his hands. “You must have some wonderful toys if you need this many,” he said. There was a dark glint in his eyes as he looked at me, and my dick twitched in my work trousers, precum leaking into my underwear.

My brain was suddenly supplying me with the filthiest fantasies it could dream up on the spot. All I could think about was Taylor spreading me out on his bed and using all my toys on me, making me come over and over until I was a spent, sated mess on the sheets.

Fuck, I wanted that so badly.

I wanted him so badly it hurt.

“You know, we could have a lot of fun together. And I know that I’ll be much better than your toys.” Taylor looked me up and down, raising one eyebrow as his gaze skimmed over my crotch. Apparently, it was very, very obvious how hard I was, and I wished the ground would open and swallow me up.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Taylor said, his voice gentle, almost concerned. He stepped towards me again. “I think you’re gorgeous, Simon, and I know I want you. But if you want me to stop, I’ll never mention this again and we can pretend it never happened. I promise, nothing has to change.”

“No.” I managed to force the words out as my brain came back online. I needed to tell him what I wanted before he walked away, and I lost my chance forever. Sure, Taylor was just offering sex, nothing more. But I was a thousand percent sure that it would be the best sex I’d ever had, and even if that was all I ever got from him, that would be enough.

“I want you. Please.” I licked my lips, taking a step forward. We were practically touching now. “Please, Taylor. I need you inside me.”

Taylor smiled hungrily, reaching up to caress my jaw. “Oh, Simon, we are going to have so much fun.”

He leant forward, bringing my face down to his and our lips met in a greedy kiss that had fireworks exploding across my skin. I groaned as his tongue pushed into my mouth, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to him. My fingers caressed his arms, almost unable to believe that I could touch him. Taylor nipped at my bottom lip, and I moaned again, my dick oozing precum into my boxers.

Fuck, I was so turned on already I thought I might explode.

We broke apart, my breath coming in ragged pants while Taylor looked barely affected, except that his lips were pink and slick.

“Bedroom?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Yours or mine?” I asked, almost hoping he’d say his. I had a feeling my camera and tripod were still out, and I wasn’t quite sure how to explain to Taylor that I took sexy photos for a hobby.

Sexy photos of me in panties.

“Mine,” Taylor said, leaning in close to whisper in my ear, his voice almost a growl. “I want to see you spread out on my bed, naked and desperate for my cock.”

I groaned, his words sending lightning down my spine because, damn, I wanted that too. Taylor smirked as he took my hand, leading me out of the kitchen and towards his room, making it seem like he was in no rush.

But as soon as his bedroom door clicked shut, I found myself being spun on the spot and pushed up against the door.

“Fuck,” Taylor said, kissing me desperately. “Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you are?” He nipped at my lip again, pulling another moan from me as he began kissing down my neck, his fingers already working to unbutton my shirt.

“N-no.” It was a struggle just to get that one word out because I was already close to wrecked, and we’d barely started. Taylor pushed my shirt over my shoulders, and I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers were hot against my skin as they ran up my stomach and across my chest, stopping to tease my nipples and roll them between his thumb and forefinger as he sucked a mark onto the sensitive skin below my collarbone.

I knew it would be covered by my shirt tomorrow, but I’d still know it was there. My dick throbbed. I loved the idea of Taylor marking me up, making sure I knew who’d brought me pleasure.

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