Backup for daxsummers

"I’m not saying it because I think you made it, it’s actually the truth, I’m an honest person .." He replied as he finished off the iced chocolate.

"Fine then I'll tell the guy who made it." He texted back.

"I’m telling the truth! But you admitted you did make it! Ha now I just need to camp out at Starbucks." He texted back laughing to himself.

"Mate there are plenty of Starbucks in this town. Good job camping out at all twenty of them. And all I said was whatever. Meaning your just saying that because you think I made it." He texted him.

Daxton

Prescott head tilted his head a bit at him before raising a brow. “Definitely thought you were seventeen? And you should be close to eighteen since it was months ago that I met you?”

"No I was sixteen when I met you. I turned seventeen at the beginning of December so I still have quite a bit before eighteen. Remember skipped a grade."

Prescott swallowed thickly at that and shuddered, reaching up to nip him hard for a physical proof that he was frustrated with him. “You’re an ass.”

"Why am I an ass?" He frowned.

Rory chuckled as he read the text, he sipped more of the iced chocolate “if you made the iced chocolate it’s the best I have had.”

He smiled lightly and texted, "Whatever."

Daxton

"Plan on getting married soon, huh?" He questioned with a little grin. "I mean sometimes that’s a short time."

"Do I plan on getting married soon? Well your frozen at twenty three so yeah I think I hope to be married within the next seven years." He teased.

God, did he take all of that in? God damnit he was amazing. He growled as his length fell a bit, obviously showing that he had just done it. And Dax looking up at him with those big green eyes? He licked his lips a little as he sighed.

He smiled and pressed his lips close to the boys ear. "Your so hot when you cum." He grinned.

"Well when you hit older than me you can start semi paying for things," he said with a small chuckle.

"By then we'll be married so it won't really matter now will it?"

Oh god, did that just push him over the edge. He groaned and tensed as he released out against his mouth. His breathing was hard.

He groaned swallowing and pulled his mouth off looking down at the boy.

"Well either way you want to look at my age — I’m older. So I’m better," he hummed with a chuckle.

"Well I do agree your better but I don't think it's because of your age." He hummed. "One day I will be older than you in one way." He stated. He didn't want to be older than him in anyway though to be honest.

When he could feel himself practically in the others throat he sucked in deeply as he whimpered now. He hadn’t had this done in well.. A long time. “Oh god,” he whispered and gripped at his hair but not enough to hurt since the other had rather easy to pull out hair. “C-close. So close,” he whispered.

He smiled and bobbed his head quicker and whispered, "Come for me baby." He swirled his tongue around him.

Daxton

Prescott chuckled softly and shook his head. “But I seniority rules,” he hummed and scooped in to his icecream. He had always been weird about that. He felt weird licking icecream.

He stuck his tongue out at him. "Your always throwing your age around." He shook his head.

His toes curled, tensing up a little as he groaned loudly. “Oh, Dax,” he panted out and growling a little to try and keep himself calm.

The way the other was moaning just turned him on more and he sucked harder around him beginning to deep throat him.