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Time skipped on by, Brandon had gotten his ride home, and it was now 11pm. Ronnie falls back and shimmies into his bed, exhausted. He closes his eyes, and rests.
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two mouths meet each other, frantically, in a hurry. clashing teeth and tongues. the taller boy is shoved back onto the bed. Brandon climbs over top of him and settles on his hips.
he slides his hand up the other boy's shirt and goes to tease his nipple. Ronnie lets out a moan.
"Shhh... we can't be too loud, baby." Brandon mumbles next to Ronnie's ear.
Ronnie nods, a whimper slipping from his lips.
The singer trails his hand down the boy's torso, painfully slow, until he meets the band of Ronnie's boxers. He toys with the light hair leading out from underneath, and glances up at his partner's face.
"Is this, okay?" Brandon questioned, his voice husky.
"Please, angiolo, I want you." Ronnie whined.
Brandon starts deftly undoing Ronnie's belt and tortuously unzips his fly. He pulls his shirt completely off. Ronnie is left in his underwear lying on the covers.
"God, you're beautiful." the shaggy haired boy breathes out. The jock's cheeks turned crimson at the praise.
Brandon shimmies out of his clothes, remaining in his boxers, and hovers over Ronnie.
Ronnie pulls him in for a kiss, and groans when he starts grinding their hips together.
The pace slowly increases over time, until they're both so close that Ronnie starts begging.
"Please, B-Brando, please, I need to cum so bad, please let me." he babbles.
"Go on, baby, cum for me, you're doing so good, you can do it, cum for me, baby doll." Brandon encourages.
Ronnie cums with a high-pitched squeal, and Brandon finishes not too long after, rolling down restlessly.
Ronnie awakes with a start and sits up, his shorts soiled. He grimaces and lays back down.
Fuck. He hadn't had a wet dream since sophomore year when he had a crush on Jason Cooke. He's never really found himself imagining him bottoming, but he finds himself a little turned on by the idea.
God, what is wrong with him? He just met Brandon. He feels like a fucking perv. It's fine, he tries to reassure himself. Just a dream.
Ronnie checks the clock on his nightstand. 3:27am.
He shuffles around in his bed until he can get comfortable and tries to doze off again.