Page 89 of Frat Ghost Wingman

I shrugged as he soaped my chest. “It was hot.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He was whispering now.

I grabbed the soap from him and started massaging in between his butt cheeks.

My distraction worked. He forgot all about his question and his screaming. While I fingered the outer rim of his hole, he leaned against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder.

I flinched a little when one of his hands found my balls.

“Mmm. You know just how to manipulate my body.”

I wanted to say it was because I’d been studying it for years, but in my head that sounded creepy. I was certain out loud it would as well.

Instead, I said, “It’s a nice body,” then my fingers traced a path around his hip and into the line below his abs. The one that led straight to his cock.

He squeezed me against him. “Zach, I…”

I looked up at him, wondering why he was hesitating.

“Zach, I-I’m glad we’re boyfriends,” he said before wrapping me in his arms and pressing us together.

A part of me thought it didn’t seem like that’s what he wanted to say, but I was likely getting ahead of myself. After all, his parents didn’t know yet.

How could we really move forward without that?

A knock on the door woke me up. With my arm over him, Teo remained undisturbed, snuggled against my body.

“Zachary?” It was my mom.

“Yeah?”

“I left an early Christmas present out here for you and Teo. Why don’t you open it and then come downstairs? Dad’s making pancakes.”

“Okay.”

Teo mumbled in his sleep and wiggled his bare ass against me. I propped myself up with one elbow, pulled his hair behind his ear and then leaned down for a nibble.

“Mmm.” Teo turned, so he was flat on his back. His hand found my semi under the blanket. “Morning.”

“Would you like some pancakes?” I asked.

Teo’s eyes fluttered open. “Breakfast in bed sounds wonderful.”

“We have to go downstairs for the pancakes.”

“But that requires clothes. I don’t think I like clothes anymore.”

Sleepy Teo meant cutesy Teo.

“My mom also left us a present outside the door.”

“Really?!” He whipped back the covers and sprang out of my bed. Christmas was Teo’s favorite holiday and surprise gifts were his favorite part.

“But I didn’t get anything for your mom.” He turned to look at me, a small pout forming on his face though my gaze may have wandered elsewhere.

“I’m sure she’ll forgive you. You gave her son a boyfriend for Christmas.”

That seemed to assuage his lack-of-a-gift guilt. He made his way over to the door and cracked it open.