Art Project [BoyxBoy]

I Like You

(Tyler)

Kris gasped as I pulled down his pants. For the past twenty minutes I've been trying to convince him to just get in my new hot tub Dad got granted with at work. But, Kris will not stop being stubborn, refusing to swim because he doesn't want to take off his pants.

We managed to fall down on a beach chair which made no sense to have in the room since it's a hot tub not a pool.

My dad's an odd ball.

I blushed, gazing at his lower half before looking back up into those pretty green eyes.

I know Kris is gay, he just never struck as one to like dressing in lace panties.

"I can explain," He said, looking away, "Um... th-this is f-f-for Gabriel's fashion sh-sho-show."

I scowled. He can't really think I would believe that with him stuttering like that.

Catching my irritated look, he spoke, "What? It's true, now get off me!"

I smirked, rolling my hips against his. "Oh, really?"

He gasped. "Ahh, yes! Now get off!"

My smirk stayed as I rubbed myself against him, my boxers against his lace panties. The thought had me in pure bliss.

What's wrong with me?

He arched his back helplessly, mewling.

Oh. My. God. This was getting hot.

My pants tightened as I rocked my hips against his, looking down at him, his eyes fluttering to meet mine.

"Ty... Tyler," His voice coming out in pants, "I'll tel-tell you."

I was rock hard now. With him moaning and withering beneath me as I held him, rubbing myself on him, forcing answers out of him.

What's with me?

I stopped but didn't move from my position on top of him.

He let out a breath, blushing still, now sweaty.

"My boyfriend, if you can call him that yet, got me these." He told me, looking away.

I immediately got annoyed. I didn't like this guy, I didn't like seeing him hang on Kris when I picked the little ball of joy either.

"I know you don't like talking about gay relationships though, so... I lied." He admitted, looking guilty.

I frowned. He still thinks I'm homophobic? I should really start being a friend.

"I don't have anything against gay people," I said, "So... if you have something to say, say it."

Pink filled his cheeks making him look cute somehow.

"Thanks, Tyler." He said small before trying to sit up again only to lay back down again.

I grinned. "Don't pretend you don't like it."

He shook his head telling me to shut up before looking back up at me, trying not to.

I sighed, getting up off of him but missing his warmth right away.

Geez, what is the matter with me?

I helped Kris up, pulling his skinny pants up as I did so, blushing when I roamed across his plump butt. God, I'm like a cat that's gone in heat since the first time in eight years.

"Tyler, what are we going to do our Art project about?" Kris asked thoughtfully, gazing up at me, "I know I said the whole princess idea but I'm not into that anymore!"