Maylor One Shots

Skin-tight Jeans

AU: This one is a shorter one compared to the others, but I still hope you find this amusing. :)

*Brian's POV*

  "Brian, how do I look?"

  "Great."

  I didn't want to get my eyes off the book. Going to the mall with Roger this morning was already exhausting enough. Besides, I really needed to be studying that day, I had an English test the day after tomorrow.

  "Come on, Bri. You aren't even looking." Roger whined. Though I felt pretty bad, I ignored his whines and proceeded in my studying.

  Suddenly, without any warning, my book got snatched away. "Hey!" I shouted. "GIve it back. Now!" Roger only threw the book far away which made me lose my cool. "Seriously, what the absolute fuck!" I wanted to get out of bed and get Roger out of the way and get my book back, but just as I was about to do that, he pushed hard against my chest which made me sit back down on the bed.

  He then climbed up onto me and placed both his hands firmly on my shoulders. His face was super close to mine, enough to make me feel his breath on my face. I gulped, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

  "What do you think of these jeans?" He asked. He started twisting his hips on my lap. I wondered if he had felt my growing erection. "Rog... Now is not the time." I answered as I tried to keep my breath steady. But we have been friends for way too long for him to know that I was trying hard to hide something. He moved himself upwards, sitting right on my cock, and started to grind on it for real.

  "I'll kindly ask you again, Mr. May. Do you like these jeans?" He used one of his hands to start rubbing himself everywhere. His face also started to contorted in an erotic way.

  I felt dizzy just by looking at him, totally put under the spell he casted on me. I was pretty sure that I had my mouth hung open, probably looking like an idiot. But I didn't care what I looked like at that time. I was horny and completely unable to grasp myself. It was as if my soul just flew away from reality. Only leaving Roger and I, alone on the bed, craving for a flavour from each other that we had never thought of wanting before.

  He grabbed my hands and placed them both on his ass, telling me to rub them. I did as he said, but he told me to go harder. I just used all my muscles and imagined his ass cheeks getting red and hot from my painfully hard rubbing hands. His face contorted in a different way this time. He looked like he was in pain, but at the same time couldn't get enough of the feeling.

  "You still didn't answer me." He said all of a sudden. I stopped my actions and so did he. "I need more, please," was all I could get out of my mouth then. I couldn't imagine myself pleading for someone to just drive me over to the edge and make me see the stars, but it happened. What spell did Roger casted over me? Was it just because he picked the right time? Or was it because I was in love with him already but was denying it this whole time?

  I ground myself on him, trying to get some friction, but immediately got a harsh bite on the neck, making me cry out loud. I stopped my actions and listened intently to what Roger had to say, trying to avoid anything else that would bring me even more unpleasant physical pain.

  "This is already the fourth time I will be asking you this question," he placed his hand on my cock, making me all excited. "What do you think of these jeans?"

  I looked down, seeing that both of us were so titillated, but he still seemed to still have the ability to think straight. I was in a state of helplessness, ready to concur with anything he had to say.

  I licked my lips, loving the evident bulge in his jeans. "I love them. They look gorgeous." I smiled back up at him to show him that I genuinely meant it. "Good," was all he said before suddenly slid down my body and started undoing my trousers.