Brian's Letters To Matthew

“Zacky, Sweetheart, is everything okay?”

Mrs. Baker places her hand on her son’s forehead. Zacky is laying on the couch in the living room, all curled up with a big blanket.
“You’re not hot,” she murmurs.
“I’m fine Mom,” he replies, “I’m just tired.”
She leans in and places a kiss on his head, “Alright, I’m off to work. I love you.”
“I love you too Mom,” he says before looking over at the television. A paid programming began to play.
“Ugh,” Zacky groans as he rolls his eyes.
He tries locating the remote, finding it on the coffee table.
“Ugh man,” he mutters, “I have to move. …Mattie? Mattie, help me grab the remote.”

“Don’t you know he’s at Dylan’s house?”
Zacky looks over to see his dad, seeing him get ready.
“You can grab the remote.”
“But… But…” Zacky looks over at the remote and then back at his father, “it’s so far away… and I’m comfy.”
Mr. Baker rolls his eyes before giving his son the remote.
“I’m heading out to work,” Mr. Baker announces, “Zina is spending the weekend at Steph’s house but Mattie will be back home in the morning.”
“Yes Dad,” Zacky replies as he switches through the channels.
“Behave and I love you.”
“Love you too Dad.”
Zacky hears his dad’s footsteps fade away.

Soon, Zacky’s eyes start to slowly close. He wakes up when he starts to get cold. Sometime when Zacky was asleep Jimmy had snuck in, laid on the other side of the couch, and stole Zacky’s blanket.

“Some boyfriend you are,” Zacky mutters before stealing his blanket back.
“Hey!” Jimmy jumps awake, “I was using that.”
“Funny,” said Zacky, “I believe I was using it first.”
“Picky picky,” Jimmy murmurs, before he steals the blanket back.
“Hey!” Zacky whines, he tries to take it back but Jimmy has a stronger hold, “Jimmy!”
“You want this blanket then you’ll have to work for it,” Jimmy says, flashing a wink.
Zacky lets out a small whine.
“You’ve been sick and I’ve been patient,” says Jimmy.
“So now that I’m better you want to jump my bones?” Zacky asks.
Jimmy shrugs his shoulders, “Well, was kind of hoping you jump my bones… well, bone.”
Zacky rolls his eyes, “not really in a motivated mood.”
Jimmy pouts, “But I’m needy.”
Zacky chews his lip, he know Jimmy only waits so long before getting quite frisky.

Zacky slides off the couch and crawls over to Jimmy, who can’t help but smirk.
Zacky kneels before Jimmy and reaches to the hem of his pants. He starts to unbutton and unzip them. Jimmy smirk turns to a smile, running a hand in Zacky’s hair. Jimmy spreads his legs, letting Zacky get more in between them. He lifts his hips so Zacky could pull his pants down to his ankles. Zacky slides his fingers under the waistband of Jimmy’s boxers, pulling them down as well.
He could see his lover is semi-hard to start. He gently grips the member and slowly pumps it. He leans in and starts licking around the head. Soft moans escape Jimmy’s lips, his hand still running through Zacky’s hair. A deep lick at the slit makes Zacky receive a louder moan from his lover. Zacky wraps his lips around the head while his tongue still works at the slit.
“Mmmm… Baby~”

Zacky could feel Jimmy’s member has gotten so hard that it throbs in his mouth. He begins to bob his head. Jimmy goes from running his fingers to gripping onto Zacky’s hair. Zacky then takes it all in his mouth, pausing at the base. He stays for a moment before pulling away. He catches his breath while pumping the member. Zacky then slides his mouth onto it once again. He moans around the member, sending chills up Jimmy.
If Jimmy’s brain could emit sounds, it would sound like sparkles at the fourth of July. Sparkles, from his nerve ending frying with pleasure. He hips bucking as Zacky bobs his head. Jimmy’s body, acting on its own, stands up. Both of his hands gripping each side of Zacky’s head. Zacky pauses when Jimmy changes position but then starts up again. His hands grip onto Jimmy’s bare thighs. Jimmy looks down at such a sight.
His hips make one last buck before Jimmy lets out a high pitched moan. Zacky could feel the hot cream hit his tongue. He makes a swallow before bobbing his head, milking the climax. Zacky pulls away and catches his breath again. Jimmy slumps onto the couch.
“Take a shower Babe,” Zacky says as he stands up, “I’ll see you upstairs.”
Jimmy nods, standing up and pulling up his pants.
“Going to join me in the shower?”
Zacky chuckles, “When have I not?”

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