I woke up feeling two silky hands sliding up and down my chest. I smiled, enjoying the feeling of those hands on me. My eyes were still closed and heavy with sleep when another pair of hands joined in the rubbing festival over my innocent, sleepy body.
It took me a few seconds to realize that there were actually two people fiddling with me. Not one. Two people. Four hands. Two plus two.
The math was undeniable.
I heard a deep, grave and very male chuckle. I knew that chuckle very well, I have heard it a thousand times before. How could I not know the chuckle of the guy I have fantasized about for so many years of my life, the chuckle of the boy of my dreams?
“It's really hard to wake him up,” Matt's husky voice ringed close to me. “The boy sure loves his beauty sleep.”
“Maybe we should rub on some more interesting parts of him, to make him wake up faster...” another male voice came from the other side of me, while a hand started to drift slowly downwards.
I recognized that voice: the sneer, the sassiness and commanding in its tone; a Worthington's voice.
I snapped my eyes open to see Matt and Vincent watching me with hungry, lust filled eyes; bright blue and forest green staring down at me.
“Hgh...” I choked on, trying to figure out if I had died and gone to gay heaven.
“Look, he's awake!” Matt said, making the hand stop moving. Darn it.
“Finally!” Vince grinned, deviously. “I don't know how long I could keep waiting,” he whined, giving me a sexy pout. “We've been touching you everywhere to make you wake up, you know.” And to prove his point he groped my chest and scratched my sensitive skin lightly with his nails, making me tense and shiver all over.
I widened my eyes. “R-really? E-everywhere?” I stammered, suddenly feeling very hot in that bed.
Vincent gave me a knowing look and smirked. “Well, not 'everywhere', that special place you are thinking about we were planning for when you are conscious enough to enjoy it. Right, Matty?” he asked, landing his smoldering green eyes on Matt.
“Right.” Matt confirmed with a smirk of his own.
Then they both proceeded to touch me everywhere: on the chest, my stomach, hips... oh dear lord, I really must be in gay heaven!
This was too good to be true. Unless...
“Okay, what the hell is going on here?” I snapped, pushing them both away. “Is this a sick prank you're playing on me? Because I've got to tell you, this isn’t funny. It isn’t funny at all!” I scoffed, indignantly.
They should know better than to play with my fragile horny state like that.