He shivered under his covers, hard-on taut against his stomach, breathing labored and tense. He strained to hear footsteps in the hallway. After ten minutes, he frowned, and pulled back his bedclothes. The television was still on. Larry hadn't moved at all.
Freddy felt angry, humiliated and fearful all at once. He flopped back onto his pillow and stared into the darkness. Suddenly, it hit him; he shouldn't have said "Mr. Dimick". It was too deferential and had reminded Larry of their age difference. Curling tight on his side, Freddy cursed silently and punched his pillow in frustration. He was exhausted, bled dry of almost every emotion. It didn't take him long to drift into sleep.
He didn't dream. When the door of his room creaked open, Freddy had no idea how long he'd been out. He blinked his eyes, raw from sleep, and tried to make out the silhouette of the figure standing in his doorway. He swallowed, loud and dry, as Larry entered his room, movement barely audible. The door closed with agonizing slowness, leaving only the smallest glint of light from the hallway. It was just enough for Larry to navigate towards Freddy's bed.
Freddy felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest; every nerve and fibre in his body on high-alert. He did the only thing he could think of and pulled back his covers, a wordless invitation. He was fully naked, exposed to the air, body tense and ready. Larry paused to drink him in, then moved closer.
Blood pounded in his ears. His mattress dipped lower with Larry's weight. Both of them were completely silent as Larry knelt next to him and lowered his zipper. The metallic pull of it was deafening. Freddy licked his lips and watched as Larry reached into his pants, down the length of his thigh, and freed his erection. He was cut, thick, long enough that Freddy licked his lips in an automatic response.
Larry said nothing as he reached down and began to stroke himself. Freddy turned to get a better view, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low light. The room was eerily silent except for their breathing and the dull, wet sound of flesh on flesh as Larry's hand moved over his cock, squeezing at the head, twisting, then back and down.
Re: Orange/White: Daddy Kink AU: Untitled (11/?)
Freddy felt angry, humiliated and fearful all at once. He flopped back onto his pillow and stared into the darkness. Suddenly, it hit him; he shouldn't have said "Mr. Dimick". It was too deferential and had reminded Larry of their age difference. Curling tight on his side, Freddy cursed silently and punched his pillow in frustration. He was exhausted, bled dry of almost every emotion. It didn't take him long to drift into sleep.
He didn't dream. When the door of his room creaked open, Freddy had no idea how long he'd been out. He blinked his eyes, raw from sleep, and tried to make out the silhouette of the figure standing in his doorway. He swallowed, loud and dry, as Larry entered his room, movement barely audible. The door closed with agonizing slowness, leaving only the smallest glint of light from the hallway. It was just enough for Larry to navigate towards Freddy's bed.
Freddy felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest; every nerve and fibre in his body on high-alert. He did the only thing he could think of and pulled back his covers, a wordless invitation. He was fully naked, exposed to the air, body tense and ready. Larry paused to drink him in, then moved closer.
Blood pounded in his ears. His mattress dipped lower with Larry's weight. Both of them were completely silent as Larry knelt next to him and lowered his zipper. The metallic pull of it was deafening. Freddy licked his lips and watched as Larry reached into his pants, down the length of his thigh, and freed his erection. He was cut, thick, long enough that Freddy licked his lips in an automatic response.
Larry said nothing as he reached down and began to stroke himself. Freddy turned to get a better view, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low light. The room was eerily silent except for their breathing and the dull, wet sound of flesh on flesh as Larry's hand moved over his cock, squeezing at the head, twisting, then back and down.