The Right Kind of Wrong || B&J
This was almost like a game of cat and mouse, if he thought about it. Except he was the mouse, trying hard to get the cat to come and eat him. It hadn’t started out that way, but after Bennett had come in on him in the bathroom and stared as long as he had, he knew there was something there. But since even seeing him naked and work out wasn’t enough, Jo was getting a little restless, and that was leaving him with a lot of pent up arousal.
He barely knew this guy, but the boy’d been hitting on him so hard he knew he could get him to come with him to his place, and now he was on his knees while Joseph sat on the edge of the bed, watching as his painfully hard cock, slick with the boy’s saliva, disappear between his lips again and again. His breath hitched and he looked up when he thought he heard a noise, just to see the space in the door was filled with darkness. A person, to be exact. He spotted his step-father standing there, staring, and he licked his lips, a small smirk appearing. “Fuck, you make me want to cum,” He said aloud, not sure he was speaking to the boy or his step-father, but he was looking right at him when he said it.
