FAMILY MOVIE MARATHON #2
But for the sudden, random signing, Miami had to have been watching him for a while leading up to that game. It’s the only explanation as to how it could have happened so fast. Whatever it was they’ve been waiting for, that game must have just been the final hook for them to snag him.
Tristan waves to get my attention, then points to his phone. I grab mine and find a message waiting for me, so he can talk to me without disturbing Qi’s movie. Leave it to Tristan to find ridiculous ways to be a simp.
“Are we going to do anything before he goes?”
“I haven’t heard back from Holt or Gio since I heard the news, but I texted Cade, and he said he’s arranging for the frat bros to say goodbye when he leaves the house for the airport in the morning. I figured we’d just show up then. Cade heavily implied Holt will be busy up until then.”
Tristan nods while typing something.
“I imagine it would be hard for him to get everything together in time if he spends all his remaining time wrapped up with too many goodbyes. It’s not like he won’t be back to see us later.”
I simply upnod in his direction at that because Holt has never confirmed a damn thing, which means they aren’t out as a couple, but I’m pretty sure he and Gio are together.
I know if I were in Holt’s shoes, I’d be spending every last moment in my love’s arms before I had to leave for an unknown amount of time.
But I keep the thought to myself and curl my arm tighter around Qiang’s shoulders.
“What is this movie again?” I whisper into Qiang’s ear to get my mind off sad things.
“Little Nemo: Adventures of Slumberland, this is like the fourth time I’ve told you that,” they remind me.
“To be fair, it’s a bit of a mouthful.”
“I know something else that’s a mouthful,” Qiang mutters under their breath.
The mixture of their words and their body pressed against mine has my temperature spiking and my dick stirring.
“Not nice to tease,” I mutter back, just loud enough for Qiang to hear.
A sly smile drifts across their face as their fingers start to crawl down my inner thigh, dangerously close to my balls. A shallow sigh escapes my mouth as my head falls against the back of the couch.
“He’s alright, just tired,” Qiang says, and I realize I must have sighed loud enough to grab the other two’s attention.
With Qiang’s fingers still tracing circles that are getting closer and closer to my balls with each pass they make, I can’t really care less if they heard or not at this point.
“We won’t fault you for napping as long as you don’t snore,” Qi quips.
I roll my eyes because I know he doesn’t actually mean it.
With how busy all four of our schedules are, having time to do these all-day movie marathons is excessively rare, one of the biggest reasons I caved when I remembered I had already agreed to this one.
However, enjoying a single movie, or an episode or two of a TV show after dinner, isn’t all that rare.
For the first few weeks after Qiang started to go to therapy, they were emotionally exhausted.
They were usually either sleeping or crying at the drop of a hat and very churlish about that because they hate crying.
They also got very dependent on touch. Mostly with Qi, but when Qi was wrapped up in Tristan, Qiang would curl up against me.
I absolutely loved those moments because, even though I knew they came from a place of friendship and seeking comfort, I also knew the trust and comfort they found in me to do so.
The couple of hours that we manage to steal a few times a week for a movie before bed are some of my favorites because Qiang usually lies their head in my lap or against my shoulder while I run my fingers through their hair.
And because of the exhaustion, they almost always fall asleep on me.
There’s definitely been more than one occasion when I carried them to bed and tucked them in, rather than needlessly waking them after whatever we were watching ended.
It’s not rare at all for Qi to turn around and find Qiang sleeping, and instead of getting disgruntled, he usually turns the TV down a bit and makes sure everyone stays quiet so Qiang can rest that much longer.
So even though I know Qi definitely inherited the same snark Qiang did, I also know that when it counts, he doesn’t actually mean it.
However, whether he means it or not, if he’s gonna dish it out…
I open my mouth to respond to Qi’s quip, but Qiang must have sensed my intent to push Qi’s buttons, because instead of words coming out of my mouth, it’s a hiss as they dig their nails into the meat of my thigh.
I’d love to say the hiss was a sound of pain and discontent, but the fact that my cock went from stirring with interest to being fully invested says otherwise, which is surprising because pain is usually a hard no for me.
Evidently, Qiang is just going to rewire my brain and my body in more ways than I imagined. Thank fuck there’s a blanket over us.
The blanket’s necessity remains solid throughout most of the rest of the day because once Qiang realized they could tease me like this, they didn’t let up.
Their fingers tickled my inner thigh, grazed my sack, a cursory finger would make a suggestive pass along the length of my cock, or a thumb would put pressure on the head.
And it didn’t help at all that their breathing would become stilted and heavy when they readjusted or moved; sometimes their eyes would flutter closed as though they were in ecstasy, and random shivers would rack through their body, telling me they were just as into the tease as I was.
Needless to say, I ended up spending the bulk of the day uncomfortably hard.
Luckily, no one made any mention of leaving the couch, or the safety of the blanket, as dinner was ordered and eaten in the living room, while we finished–what Qiang promised–is the last movie of the night.
By the time the movie ended and Qi and Tristan descended to the dungeon from whence they came and fucked up my plans for the day, I was barely more than a jumbled-up mess of horny nerves.
I don’t know what expression is on my face, but Qiang raises an eyebrow as if they’re challenging me, which is really the final straw. I lean down and gaze intensely at them, hoping my eyes express what’s about to come.
“One,” I growl out in warning.
Qiang curls their lip between their teeth as they take me in.
“Two.”
And with an adorable yelp, they are off the couch and running towards the stairs. I let them get to the bottom of them before I’m up and loping after them.
If I thought for a moment they might not be into the chase, the fact that they don’t even look down their side of the hall before sprinting straight to my room was all I needed to squash the notion.
Their eyes are wild and so incredibly turned on when I crash through the door and slam it shut behind me. There’s a tangible silence where the only thing that can be heard is the heavy breath between us as the tension builds until it snaps.
In a flurry of limbs, their mouth is on mine, and their legs are around my waist as we crash land on the bed amidst a spell of giggles and tongues wrestling.