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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Detweiler was determined to take him up on his offer to help with the homework he missed. Sitting at the kitchen table, Pete was stretching his mental muscles he hadn’t used in over a decade. He might’ve started his career as a teacher, but that was a long time ago. The things they taught and even how those things were taught have changed
            “My birthday is next week,” TJ said, breaking the silence.
            “I suppose you want me to get you a present,” said Prickly. Looking at the math sheet, he was searching his head for what he remembered about fractions. “Alright, what would you like?”
            “From you? I dunno yet,” TJ said honestly. “I’ll think of something.”
            “Are you having a party?”
            “Yep! My dad says after this one, I’ll be too old for birthday parties, so I really want to enjoy this one,” he said
            “Too old for a birthday party?” Prickly scoffed. “Nonsense.”
            “I know, but what can I do?” TJ shrugged. “I’d invite you, if it wouldn’t be weird. But I’ll come over the day after.”
            “I don’t doubt that you will. I’m starting to wonder if you spend this much time over your friends houses,” said Prickly. On another piece of paper, he worked out the first problem. “I hope you aren’t ignoring them in favor of me.”
            “Nah, I’m not. I spend plenty of time with them. They haven’t even noticed,” he said, watching what was being written.
            “Speaking of your friends, you’re friends with Grundler. Why not have her help you with your homework? She’d probably do a better job than me.”
            “But I want you to do it. You said you used to be a teacher,” TJ said.
            “That was a long time ago. But I think I figured it out.” He pushed over the sheet of paper. “Follow this, and you should be able to do the math.”
            “Thanks.”
            “You’re welcome.” Prickly stood and went to the fridge. “What other subjects do you have homework for?”
            “History. But I’m good in that.” He started on the next problem, following the steps shown to him. It didn’t take long for boredom to settle in. “I hate homework.”
            “Most children do. But you’re not getting out of it,” said Pete. He returned to the table with a beer for himself and a soda for the fourth grader.
            “Math is my worst subject. Numbers are confusing.”
            “I know. It was my least favorite subject in school, too,” he said.
            “Really? What was your favorite?”
            “Art, I think, but that was because it was the easiest.” He took a drink of his beer. “I didn’t care much for school, and didn’t start taking it seriously until the end of high school.”
            “So I can relax until then and I’ll be fine, right?” TJ asked hopefully.
            “No. Absolutely not. If I could go back in time, I’d knock some sense into myself and take my grades more seriously. Learn how to study now so you don’t have to struggle to learn it later,” he explained. “I’m not saying you have to spend all your free time with your nose in a book, but you do need to put in an effort and get into the habit of studying.”
            “Okay, okay. I get it, geez.” TJ pouted and tried focusing on the math on his paper. Pete made it clear he wasn’t going to leave this table until it was finished. As he started to focus, the smell of the other drink reached his nose. “That stuff smells gross. How do grown ups drink that stuff?”
            “It’s an acquired taste.”
            “Can I try it?”
            Prickly raised an eyebrow at his request. Of course a minor drinking alcohol was out the question, but a sip just to try and deter him with the bitter taste, as his own dad did with him and his brother when they were young.
            “Just a sip,” he said, pushing the bottle over. TJ nodded, and lifted the bottle to his lips for a taste. As soon as it reached his tongue, he found it tasted even worse than it smelled.
            “That’s disgusting! You’re crazy for drinking that,” TJ slid the bottle back over ot him and grabbed the soda to get rid of the taste. “Gross.”
            “Good. It means you won’t be trying to drink it. Now get back to work on your homework.”
            “Yes, sir.”
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            With as often as Detweiler visited him, Prickly was starting to find his house feeling empty when he wasn’t over. Sure, it gave him time to clean up and take care of pressing adult matters, but the odd conversations and laughs and having the kid prance around with nothing but one of his button-ups on, he missed that. But TJ Detweiler was never gone for long, and eventually made his grand appearance again, this time, first thing in the morning when he was out getting the mail.
            “Hi, Principal Prickly!” TJ said, running over to him. “Good morning!”
            “Good morning.” Prickly took a sip of his coffee. “Did you have a good birthday?”
            “I did! I did, it was great,” TJ said. He walked along side his principal as they headed inside. “I got almost everything I wanted. Except what I want from you!”
            Prickly sifted through his mail as he kicked the front door closed. Last thing he needed was his neighbors asking questions. “And what would that be?”
            “I want you take a bath with me!”
            Peter choked on his coffee. After a coughing fit that made him drop the mail and almost what was left in his coffee mug, he looked at the fourth grader in front of him. Detweiler looked up at him with an innocent smile, as if what he said was in any way, shape, or form, normal.
            “Are you out of your mind?” Prickly said once he got his bearings.
            “You said you’d get me what I want, and that’s what I want,” said TJ. He folded his arms.
            “There’s got to be something else. A new bike, some rare comic, anything else, Detweiler,” Pete insisted. TJ shook his head.
            “Nope. I want this. I wanna take a bath together. That’s it, and I’m not changing my mind.” Prickly knew the kid long enough to know that he wasn’t going to budge on this, and it wasn’t worth trying to argue with him about it, especially this early in the morning.
            He took a deep breath. “If we do this—” TJ’s determined pout turned into a smile. “we’re taking a shower first. Baths are questionable enough, festering in your own filth, let alone more than one person. We’ll shower, and then soak. Alright?”
            “Okay!”
            How did he get himself in these situations?
            After a rushed breakfast, he was nearly pulled upstairs by the hand by Detweiler, who was so eager to get his ‘birthday present’. The boy dropped his clothes with familiar ease as the shower was turned on. Given everything leading up to now, perhaps ending up with the shower with the boy was to be expected.
            The fact still remained, however, that the fourth grader being naked in front of him was one thing, him being naked along side him was another. That didn’t appear to matter to TJ, who talked to him just as easily when he stepped inside the walk in shower to join him. With the water rushing, TJ spoke about his birthday party as he scrubbed shampoo into his hair. Prickly came to learn that he already got a new bike, most of the presents his parents got him were new clothes, and that he filled up so much on birthday cake that he didn’t have room to eat a single slice of pizza.
            “We never get an ice cream cake, I couldn’t help myself,” TJ said. After rinsing his hair, he watched at Pete grabbed a small brush and used it on his nails. “What’s that?”
            “It’s called a nail brush. It cleans under your nails,” he explained.
            “Doesn’t washing your hands take care of that?” Asked TJ.
            “No, it does not,” said Pete. “Let me see your hands.”
            TJ reluctantly held out his right hand for him to see. Prickly looked over his unevenly cut nails. Like he expected, there was enough dirt and grime under them to grow a house plant.
            “Does this look like just washing your hands does enough?” Pete immediate started using the brush to give his nails an enthusiastic scrub. To TJ, the sensation felt strange, as he never did this before. “I understand that getting dirty is part of the job description for a child, but try to properly clean yourself at the end of the day.”
            “Sorry, sir.”
            “I hope you at least clean behind your ears.”
            TJ paused. “I thought the shampoo rinsing off was enough.”
            “No.”
            “Oh.”
            Prickly sighed. He didn’t plan on giving a thorough hygiene lesson today, but that was quickly becoming the case. Once he was done with the boys nails, Peter grabbed a clean wash cloth and started one of several cleaning lessons. A large part of TJ was embarrassed that he didn’t know the fine details of deep cleaning, but another part of himself absolutely loved the attention he was getting because of it. The ever so ticklish feeling of behind scrubbed behind the ears, the satisfying feeling of having his back washed where he couldn’t reach, all while listening to a comforting voice explain to him why, in a few years, it would be important that he knew how to properly stay clean.
            “There, you’re clean.” TJ frowned at those words as the pair of hands left his skin. “Try to remember what I told you, alright?”
            “Yes, sir.”
            “Good.” With two quickly turns, Prickly turned off the shower. “Now we can get in the bathtub.”
            Fortunately, he didn’t have to tell Detweiler to not run out of the shower despite his excitement. Couldn’t get into the bathtub if he slipped and cracked in head open on the ground. Already knowing where things were, TJ grabbed the bubble bath and poured the small amount needed into the water, watching the bubbles rises as he stepped in and made himself comfortable.
            However, it was going to take more than that for Pete to feel anywhere close to comfortable with this. He stepped out of the bathroom and returned with a lit cigar in hand before joining the newly ten year old in the bathtub.
            “Smoking’s bad for you,” TJ said.
            “So is sharing a bath with your principal,” he snapped back.
            “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”
            The warm water along with the jets and radio playing started to ease his nerves. Detweiler made himself busy building a pile of bubbles into something resembling a castle on the opposite end of the tub while Pete laid back, occasionally taking a inhale of his cigar and taking a look at the fourth graders ass and hips.
            Goddammit, there was a long list of reasons to not do this. ANY of this. But he did it anyways. Maybe he was always like this and Detweiler was the only kid able to get him to indulge in it.
            “I still have that suit I wore.” TJ continued to sculpt his bubble castle. “The one you gave me when I was principal for a day.”
            “Oh?”
            “Yeah. I like the way it looks on me; it fits really good. It looks a lot better than my blue suit.” Satisfied with the sculpture in front of him, TJ started on making himself a crown. “I liked spending time with you that day. You took me under your wing, kinda. That was nice.”
            Prickly tapped the ash at the end of his cigar into a nearby ashtray. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
            “How’d you figure out my size without taking my measurements?” TJ asked.
            “Rough estimate. One of them had to fit you,” said Pete. “I suppose I should apologize for trying to change you into something you’re not.”
            “It’s okay. You were just frustrated that I kept causing trouble,” he said. “I already forgave you for it.”
            “Sometimes you surprise me with your maturity, Detweiler.”
            “Thanks, I try. Hey, look!” Pete opened his eyes to see that the boy managed to create a large bubble around his head. He reached over, and, with one finger, popped his bubble and made him giggle. TJ shifted his position until he was sitting next to the principal and started playing with the foam on that side of the tub.
            Pete wrapped an arm around the boys waist, holding him close to his side. Soft and plump, he couldn’t help but give his tummy a gentle squeeze. His fingers grazed across the Detweiler's belly button, which he came to find was a outie.
            Another inhale of his cigar. Peter took in the boys rather cherubic features. His chubby freckled cheeks, wide blue eyes, and button nose. Soft and plump tummy and thighs, all coupled with his shorter than average stature made him look very angel-like. Not to mention his personality on top of that. He was very huggable and soft, and hard to keep his hands off of.
            TJ adjusted his position again until he was facing Prickly. He placed a foam crown on his head, and Pete, amused with him enjoying soap bubbles, allowed him. A pair of small hand touched and rubbed the sides of his face.
            “Your faces’ all scratchy,” said TJ.
            “Of course. I haven’t had a chance to shave yet,” he said. “Its still early in the morning, and I was pulled into a shower by a student of mine.”
            “Hehe, my bad.”
            Peter leaned down and pulled Detweiler close enough to pepper his cheeks in kisses. TJ adored the attention, but playfully pushed him away.
            “Your skins all pokey,” he chuckled. “And prickly. Like your name.”
            “Thanks.” Prickly rolled his eyes. “Are we done with this bath?”
            “Just a little longer, please?” TJ asked, giving him those sparkly puppy dog eyes.
            “Fine. I still have a little left on my cigar, anyways. But pour in some more hot water.”
            TJ nodded, and turned on the faucet. His fingers might be getting wrinkly, but he wasn’t ready to leave the tub quite yet. Not with how relaxing it is. He sat in front of his principal, who still had his eyes closed, enjoying what was left of his cigar. Maybe it was an adult thing that he didn’t understand, but he didn’t see the appeal of those. They smelled awful, but the scent of the bubble bath was enough for him to ignore it.
            Those pair of small hands returned to Peters face again, on his scratchy, to be shaved five o’clock shadow. A curious kid made for curious hands, Prickly supposed. Those hands moved to briefly stroke his mustache before travelling to his neck, to his chest and stomach, and his—”
            “Hey, hey, hey!” Prickly shooed the boys hand away from his groin.
            “Sorry! I was just curious,” he said. “So can I. . .?”
            Peter looked at the boy with an arched eyebrow. He probably should’ve expected this after everything. He sighed, and took another inhale of his cigar, and closed his eyes again. That was enough for TJ to consider it a ‘yes’, and his hands returned to cupping his junk. Fortunately for him, the small hands and their gentle strokes wasn’t enough to get him hard, but it was enough for him to not be able to think of anything else.
            “I know your is bigger because you’re a grown up, but why does it look different than mine, too?”
            “Hmm?” He opened his eyes again to see what the boy was talking about. In his left hand, Detweiler was cupping his own prepubescent dick, while in the other, still absentmindedly stroking his. Peter saw the difference that he was talking about. “You’re just circumcised, Detweiler. That’s it.”
            “No, I know that, but I thought every boy got circumcised,” he said.
            “Not every boy gets circumcised. Some do some don’t.”
            “I didn’t know that.”
            “Well now you do,” Prickly said, snuffing out the last remaining bit of his cigar. “Are you done fondling me? It’s time to get out of the tub.”
            TJ pulled his hands away. The water was drained from the tub and he was handed a towel to dry off with. After towel drying his hair, he joined Prickly standing in front of the bathroom sink. Out of the medicine cabinet, Pete pulled out a few things he never seen before.
            “What’s that?”
            “It’s called a straight razor,” said Prickly. “You use it shave.”
            “Why not use a regular razor?” TJ asked.
            “For a long time, straight razors were regular razors,” he said. “These give a closer shave.”
            TJ watched as he took a small brush and swirled it on what looked like a strange bar of soap. Whatever got onto the brush was then mixed up in a small ceramic bowl until a thick lather started to rise. The routine came down to nothing but muscle memory to Prickly, but it was completely new to TJ, who was fascinated by it all. After the lather was generously applied to where it was needed, Pete held out the razor for him to see. It shined with the light that came through the bathroom window. TJ reached to touch it, but it was pulled away from him.
            “Be careful. It’s sharp,” Peter warned. With practiced movements, he slowly slid the blade down the side of his face. Feeling like any sound might cause him to mess up, TJ stayed quiet as he watched. There wasn’t anything for him to shave, of course, but he still spread the same dense foam on his face where a beard would grow, making them ‘match’.
            “It takes a lot longer than with a regular blade, but the results are much better.” Pete wiped the remaining bits of foam from his face with a hand towel. “There. Still scratchy now?”
            TJ reached up with both his hands and rubbed his face. “Nope! It’s all smooth, now.”
            “Good. Now wipe that off your face and put on some lotion. You don’t want to have dry skin.”
            “You never spanked me again like you said you would.” The two of them passed a bottle of lotion back and forth between them. Seeing that the fourth grader was struggling to lotion his back, Prickly gently pulled him over and did it for him. “Remember when we went fishing?”
            “I remember. You falling in the lake was more important,” he said.
            “But were not at the lake right now.” TJ turned around when those large hand left his back. “So can we?”
            “Is this your second birthday gift?”
            “Maybe.” He rocked back and forth on his feet.
            “I don’t have the paddle with me, so it’s going to be done with my open palm.”
            “That’s fine!” TJ smiled. “Over the knee?”
            Prickly nodded. It took a bit of adjusting and shifting until he found a comfortable position laying in the principals lap. Since they were fresh out of the bath, the hand that reached under his towel and groped his butt was warm.
            “What exactly are you getting out of this?” Prickly asked. “Most kids avoid spankings at all costs.”
            “Being bent over feels like I’m being exposed, but it’s okay because it’s with you,” TJ explained. “And the spanking hurts, but it feels good, too. And I like the sting and marks after. It’s like a reminder of what happened, our own little secret. It’s fun. And dangerous.”
            “Dangerous does perfectly describe everything we’ve been doing.”
            “Do you get anything out of this?”
            “Well. . .”
            WACK
            “If I was completely honest. . .”
            WACK
            “It may be a little cathartic. . .”
            WACK
            “To be able to spank. . .”
            WACK
            “One of my most disobedient students.”
            Well placed smacks echoed against the walls of the bathroom. With each hit, his dimpled ass reddened with temporary evidence of their activities. The delectable sound boys pleasured moans that came with each impact stirred him on, and helped dispel any hesitation he had moments before.
            “I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?” Pete massaged a liberal amount of lotion onto Detweilers red and burning bottom afterwards.
            “No. It was perfect. . .” TJ gave him a thumbs up. Between the paddle and the open hand, he didn’t know which was better, but he was in too far of an overwhelmed daze to pick one. “Thank you, sir.”
            “You’re welcome. Now get up and get dressed.” He patted the boys bottom twice as a signal to get up. That oh so good sting and ache travelled up TJs back as he got to his feet. Exactly what he wanted.
            He rewrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. He made a beeline for the principals closet for one of his pink button ups. Prickly wasn’t far behind, and came in just in time to see the boy jump onto his bed.
            “I take it you won’t be leaving any time soon.”
            TJ shook his head. “I missed you yesterday. I wish I could’ve invited you to my birthday party. But you probably would’ve been bored around a bunch of kids.”
            “If it means anything, I missed you, too.”
            “You did?”
            “Yep. This place feels empty without you running through it,” said Pete. “So congratulations, Detweiler. You wormed your way into my life, and I can’t get rid of you.”
            “That’s right! You can’t. I’m here to stay.”
            And he was happy to hear that. Pete leaned over him and kisses his forehead. A laugh came from the boy as he wrapped his arms around the principal, keeping him close as a silent way to say he wanted more of this attention. And Peter was happy to oblige, giving him more of those ticklish kisses that he loved so much. When those small hands left him, he found that he had crawled into the bed and over the fourth grader, who smiled up at him with a blush and half lidded eyes. Though Detweiler had slipped on one of his shirts, the only thing separating their bodies were two damp towels.
            Oh dear God. Was he really going to do this?
            “Detweiler?” he breathed.
            “Yes, sir?”
            He leaned down again and pecked his cheek. “You know to tell me if anything we’re doing hurts you, right?”
            “Mm-hmm. I know, and I trust you,” TJ said. “I know you’d stop if I told you to. But I don’t want you to.”
            “Okay.” Peter ran his fingers through his chestnut colored hair. “Okay.”
            He laid down next to TJ after reaching into the bedside table drawer. Ahis heart raced as he squeezed a liberal amount of aloe vera onto his fingers. The concern and anxiety over the long list of charges would face if anyone found about this slipped away as Detweiler shifted closer.
            With one hand holding the boy close against him, the other gently pushed on one of his plump inner thighs, slowly pushing his legs open with little resistance. He kissed the side of the boys face, taking in how soft and warm he was all over. So easy to hug and hold. His hand continued to travel upwards until he reached Detweiler’s semi hard dick.
            TJ gasped at the sudden feeling, and tightly gripped the sheets as he panted. What few thoughts he had were scrambled with each second that ticked by. How many times he was warned about stranger danger and bad touches fell to the wayside, because this was something he wanted for so long. This was a thousand times better when it was someone else’s hands.
            With light touches, Pete circled his entrance, briefly pausing when TJ flinched at the foreign sensation.
            “So it really goes in there?” TJ asked between shallow breaths. “
            “Yes. Do you want to stop?”
            “No. I wanna do it, I just never did this before.”
            “I should hope not. But as long as it’s done right, it’ll feel good,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”
            “I know, sir.” TJ turned his head and kissed just under Pete’s jaw. “I know.”
            He took a few slow, deep breaths and relaxed as the gentle prodding continued. The strange feeling continued as a single finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Fully trusting, he closed his eyes and accepted the intrusion as another finger was added. A moan slipped passed his lips as he was patiently stretched open.
            His eyes shot open as those fingers reached and pressed against a particular spot inside him. He gasped, tensing up and gripping the oversized sleeves of the button up shirt he wore.
            “What was that?”
            “That’s your prostate. Rubbing against it makes you feel very good.”
            “Again,” he breathed. “Do it again!”
            As the fingers continued to explore within him, he rocked and grinded against them, eager to feel that sensation shoot through his body again. He clenched his fingers and toes as that sensitive spot was found and massaged teasingly.
            There were a lot of words that Pete could use to describe this boy. Nuisance, stubborn, hardheaded, kind, friendly, thoughtful, and honest we’re just a few. But right now, as he watched him melt under the mercy of his touches, he’d say that he looked absolutely beautiful.
            His moans and pants filled the room as he lost himself in this amazing experience, blind to the world outside this bedroom and all the worries he kept bottled up. He didn’t know it was possible to feel this good. From the pit of his tummy, up his back, and pulsing through his limbs until it all erupted at once.
            He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t form a coherent thought. All TJ could do was lay back as it all overtook him. He barely noticed those wonderfully skilled fingers slip out of him. Fingers belonging to his most favorite person in the world.
            “That was . . . amazing. . .” TJ turned his head a smiled. “I didn’t know you could feel that good!”
            “You learn something new everyday,” said Prickly. “Much better than only your hand?”
            “Yeah, way better!” He turned his body until he faced the older man and clung to his arm. TJ curled up against him and let out a content sigh. “I kinda just wanna be close to you right now, after that.”
            “That’s the most normal thing out of everything that’s been happening,” Peter said. He ran his fingers through TJ’s hair. “If there’s anything I’ve learned from our naps is that you are quite the cuddler. You cling when you sleep, you know.”
            TJ shrugged. His body still trembled from the orgasm bestowed upon him. “Guess I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
            It might’ve been first thing in the morning with plenty of cartoons on TV to watch, but TJ wanted to stay right there, with nothing on but a button up and a damp towel.
            Hunger was settling in, and while he planned to make breakfast right after he got the mail, that immediately went out the door when Detweiler showed up, like many times before. Peter supposed that a brief nap wouldn’t be so bad, as the kid didn’t look like he was going to let go, and he didn’t have much planned for today other than chores.
            As he started to drift off, he felt Detweiler unwrap his arm from around his and move on the bed. He didn’t think much of it; kid was probably going to the bathroom or something. For a second, the shift and movement on the mattress stopped, and those curious small hands from the bathtub returned.
            “What are you doing—”
            “Just let me do this,” TJ whispered. “I wanna do this, please?”
            He shivered as a quick kiss was placed on the head of his dick. Those kisses trailed down the underside as the boys soft hands stroked and fondled him. Those kisses were replaced with a wet and eager tongue exploring every inch of him. Even each shallow breath that came from the boys lips, he felt, and only added to the experience. An experience with repercussions that he quickly disregarded as a pair of small lips wrapped around his dick and he was taken into the boys mouth.
            Pete brought a hand and placed it on the back of Detweilers head, using what little self-control he had left to not push his head all the way down. His warm, wet mouth, the hum rumbling from his throat, his tongue exploring around all this working together and he wasn’t going to last much longer.
            But that climax never came as those hands and lips let go of him. His hand left Detweielrs head and moved to his hips as the boy climbed on top and straddled him. Half-lidded blue eyes looked at him from above, and a small hand on his dick lined him up with the boys twitching entrance.
            “. . .It goes in here. . .” TJ breathed. “Right?”
            “Yeah, it does,” he whispered. He firmly gripped the boys hips to keep him steady. He gave a gentle squeeze. “Slowly, don’t rush yourself.”
            TJ nodded. He might be eager to do this, but still listened. The both closed their eyes and winced as he lowered himself. He paused, letting out a guttural moan at as he was breached. Fingers were one thing, this was much bigger, and longer. But he was determined; he didn’t get this far just to stop. He leaned down until he was pressed again Pete chest. He steadied his breath and he continued to lower himself inch by inch.
            “You feel bigger on the inside,” TJ mumbled.
            “Try to relax.” Pete rubbed small circles in his back to comfort him. He knew the boy would be tight, but this was even more than he expected. But he held it together as best he could. “Don’t push yourself.”
            TJ nodded. He wanted to go further, but knew when he reached his limits. Instead, he focused on what he felt now. Stretched and dull, bonded with his most favorite person. He kissed the older man. First on the cheeks, with each peck getting closer to his mouth until they finally had their first mouth to mouth kiss. It felt as natural as breathing air, maybe even better.
            He gently rocked and bounced taking in the rising waves of pleasure going through him. They held each other close, taking in the sensation of the forbidden skin to skin contact. Their deep breathing, the slight creak of the mattress with their movements, their body heats warming each other up, all came together to make it too easy for them to forget the world around them.
            Their climax came and rose tepidly as they enjoyed each others body in this passionate embrace. His movements became bolder and braver in his movements and the strong hands holding him guided him as the both finally climax and came, their moans echoing against the bedroom walls.
            He collapsed on top of Pete, the movements being enough for them to separate, but they still held each other close as they caught their breaths.
            “That was even better than before!” TJ said.
            “What on Earth has gotten into you, Detweiler?!” Prickly nearly yelled.
            “You.”
            Pete gave him a blank but serious look for that smartass answer. TJ still smiled at him.
            “You know what I mean, boy. Be serious.”
            “I dunno. It just felt natural to do,” he said. “I liked being that close to you, and how we were, you know, together. And you liked it too, right?”
            “Against my better judgement, yes,” he admitted. “I enjoyed it.”
            Detweiler hugged him tight, and Pete hugged him back. He adjusted his position until he was only laying halfway on the older man instead of right on top of him. Still cozy in his opinion.
            “I wanna do it again,” he said. “But not right now. Right now I wanna take a nap.”
            “That’s the only normal thing about all of this.” Pete reached over and wrapped his button up around Detweiler as a blanket. He wasn’t going anywhere with the way his arm was being gripped, but that was okay, he didn’t want to. Laying right here, in bed, post climax, sounded just about perfect.
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