32 #2
It took Sky quite some time to finally decide to change his clothes.
Sky rummaged through his closet, searching for something that would fit Jude, but even the smallest sizes he owned still looked too loose.
Eventually, he pulled out his favorite old black Batman T-shirt he used to wear when he was seven, along with a pair of pajamas and Batman boxers he had long outgrown.
They were still slightly big, but they were the best option left for Jude.
He glanced back at him.
Jude was still fast asleep, his face marked with faded streaks of dried tears.
Sky tightened his grip on the clothes, muttering under his breath as anxiety settled heavily in his chest. He had never felt this nervous before—his throat dry, his body restless, his thoughts scattered, his dick twitching.
Taking a long, steady breath, he moved closer to the bed. Sky carefully sat down beside him, his movements slow and cautious so as not to wake him. His hands hovered for a moment before he began gently changing Jude out of his damp clothes, focused only on making sure he was comfortable and warm.
Jude’s body was slender and frail, but Sky found him sexy. Those pink nipples with some small hairs and that inviting collarbone had Sky swallowing hard. Sky’s body reacted differently when he started to unbuckle his belt, and his sky-blue boxer was exposed right in front of him.
This feeling was not normal at all.
Why would I get hooked up with someone who was the same sex as me? Who has a penis, too? Sky thought.
Sky struggled to steady himself, forcing his composure back into place. It was not until he felt the sweat dripping down onto his lap that he realized just how tense he had become.
Jude’s private parts took his breath away.
He gulped with utmost difficulty. Sky could feel something growing fast between his pants.
Jude’s butt was the most beautiful masterpiece he had ever seen.
The urge to damp his lips or put a mark on one of his butt’s cheeks scared Sky.
It was perfectly crafted. It was smooth.
No traces of scars. No fine lines. No rashes.
It was pinkish. His dick. It was pink too.
His dick was cute. He shaved. There were no traces of hair. It was like he shaved every day.
Sky’s hands trembled enormously as he finished dressing Jude in dry clothes.
Every movement was careful and deliberate, done with the utmost gentleness, as if the slightest mistake might wake him.
The last thing Sky wanted was for Jude to open his eyes, confused or frightened or thinking he was molesting him.
Once he was done, Sky exhaled shakily and ran a hand through his hair in frustration, trying to shake off the lingering uneasiness in his system.
He quickly grabbed an extra mattress from the storage drawer and began preparing a proper space beside the bed, focusing on the task as a way to distract himself from the storm of emotions bombarding him wildly in his chest.
When everything was finally settled, Jude lay peacefully on the bed, beautiful and dry at last.
Sky stood there for a moment, catching his breath.
He stared at Jude with awe; his hair glowed in the lamplight.
He did not imagine his clothes would look perfect on Jude’s body.
That was his favorite Batman T-shirt when he was young, now being worn by his favorite enemy.
The clothes were too large for him, and he was sexy, lying there peacefully and safely in his home and care.
Without another word, Sky turned and went straight to the bathroom, needing a cold shower to assuage his mind and cool the tension he could not quite explain.
Sky quickly slid his clothes off his body and turned the shower on.
He let the cold water soak his nakedness to calm his nerves from the abrupt dilation.
Sky stared at the floor and held the wall using both hands for support.
He tried to relax his mind as he closed his eyes, but the image of Jude completely naked, which he had only seen for the first time, flashed through his head.
Sky caught his breath. The heat was rising more intimately inside of him again despite the coldness of the water. He looked down at his angry possession between his legs, and it was still really standing so proud. It was as if he had taken five coated tablets of Viagra.
Why can’t I fucking control myself? He mentally cursed. Sky had never felt like this about anyone he hooked up with before. Sky felt like he was going to go crazy. It had been over a week since he had had sex. He fucking needed a release.
Sky’s hand uncontrollably followed his desire as he tried to please himself.
The image of Jude completely naked was implanted in his memory as he stroked his stiff member back and forth—imagining Jude on top of him and in every position there was, moaning his name in great pleasure.
Sky lifted his head, facing the ceiling.
Every moan Jude blurted out in every thrust Sky executed led his hand stroke faster.
A moan inevitably escaped through his mouth when he reached the peak of his orgasm.
He was gasping for air when he finally had his release.
He caught his breath and stared at the cum spilled onto the floor.
It was almost half a glass. Yet the satisfaction was not achieved, which surprised Sky.
It was still not enough. Sky felt the need for more.
Sky needed to satisfy his needs not only by using his hands. His dick was looking for something.
Sky punched the tiled wall of the bathroom hard enough to reduce his sexual desires lingering through his two heads. He could not lay his hands on him.
He is in your room.
He is completely unguarded.
This is your chance.
The devil in his mind whispered.
He must stop himself. Not now or never. He would not do that to Jude.
The water on the floor was mixed with blood coming from his knuckle. The pain seeping through him was like a bite from an ant. It did not bother him.
Sky stayed in the bathroom for an hour, unsatisfied.
He got out of the shower with his pet still fighting hard against the white towel wrapped around his waist. He tried to ignore looking at Jude the moment he had finished dressing himself up, but it was so hard.
Sky made sure to wear a fitted brief so he could tame his angry possession, dragging on his own toward someone sleeping on his bed.
Sky was about to go out and do the laundry to distract himself, but he was captivated by him. It was as if Jude was pulling him. Instead, he found himself seated in the chair beside the bed, quietly watching Jude with a close, attentive gaze.
He was such a tease.
It took him far longer than it should have to decide whether he should hold Jude’s hand or not. In the end, Sky gave in completely. He was desperate to hold it.
Why do I worry about you this much?
Why do I care about you so deeply?
This feeling is forbidden, isn’t it?
This isn’t normal at all.
The questions kept echoing inside his head, one after another.
Sky gazed at Jude’s sleeping face. He looked peaceful, but the warmth radiating from his body was higher than normal, stirring even more concern within him.
Sky gently enclosed Jude’s right hand between both of his own and brought it close to his lips.
“I don’t want an extra room when we can share,” he whispered.
The small lamp, illuminating through the darkness of the room, cast a gentle glow across Jude’s features. No matter how many times he looked at him, Sky could never grow accustomed to his innocent face.
A sharp ache pierced his chest when he noticed a lone tear slipping from the corner of Jude’s eye despite being asleep.
Sky’s expression softened.
Gently, he brushed the tear away with the back of his hand before leaning down to press a tender kiss against Jude’s forehead.
“I don’t know what you have done to me,” he whispered. “But you’ve made me crazy in a way you only could.”