Pelle, or as I called him, "Baby face", looked so lovely now. He was eighteen, a year younger than me, but his looks made me think otherwise sometimes. So sweet but such a slut for being fucked by me. Those innocent blue eyes that made me quiver. That head full of sexy sleek dirty blonde hair I loved to run my fingers through. I couldn't keep my eyes off of his slightly thin and 5' 7" body.
The day was spent lolling around and playing on the PS2. Occasionally we would find ourselves entwined in each other, our lips softly pressing against each other's forming perfect kisses that we had both longed for.
Tonight would've been spent like any other Saturday night lying drained in bed together in each others' arms and cuddling...yes...cuddling. The week had a way of squeezing every drop of energy out of the both of us, like always, leaving the both of us just wanting rest with each other around.
"Hey Jason where's my shirt?" Pelle said as he walked into the bathroom in his tight fitting black jeans.
"I dounno." I said looking at him from the mirror. I Rinsed off my toothbrush and stuck it back into the storage cup. I examined myself. 5' 8" messy face framing bits of black hair stuck up everywhere. My brown eyes tired and pouty lips still wet with toothpaste foam.
Yep, I still needed to put some clothes on. I stood there with nothing on but my maroon boxers.
"I could have sworn I had put it somewhere on the counter." He said walking past me, his arm gently brushing against my back. He must've been cold, the chill from his creamy soft skin make the hairs on my arms stand on end.
"Ah ha!" He said as he picked up a gray shirt from the floor. "You dropped it on purpose!"
"I didn't!" I smiled at him. I then took off out of the bathroom in a slow run. "Last one on the bed is a fish face!"
"Very fifth grade sweet cheeks!" He said following after.
"Sweet cheeks?!" I said plopping down on the full size bed.
