|The Thrill of the Forbidden.
||[Mar. 19th, 2011|10:41 pm]
Emo Kid Sid
The Thrill of the Forbidden.
The movie playing on the tv went largely unnoticed. The two of them usually rather enjoyed spending Friday night together watching the local creature feature, but this time, Levi had passed out some time ago, and by now, the only thing Ofdensen wanted to pay attention to was right there within arm's reach. He leaned back against the headboard and studied the form of the sleeping boy sprawled out next to him.
"Lee? Are you awake?"
No answer meant Ofdensen could chance a touch, right? Just one? God, he felt so juvenile. But all he wanted was to press sweet kisses up and down those bare, lean legs, and all the rational thinking in the world couldn't keep him from wanting.
So he went for it, reaching his hand over just a few inches, stroking one finger ever so lightly across Levi's ankle. He waited for some sort of response, not even daring to breathe for fear of being caught. Once he determined it was safe, his fingertips brushed up the length of the boy's calf, feeling the muscles twitch slightly underneath. Reaching the edge of Levi's shorts, he paused for only a moment before deciding to keep going.
Ofdensen knew he was going to hell anyway, for a thousand other reasons. Why not add harmless molestation to the list as well?
He slid his hand above the back of Levi's knee, under the fabric of the shorts, squeezing the boy's thigh gently. He bit back a groan, his cock throbbing, begging for the attention that it just might get. Levi made a sleepy noise, and although he showed no other signs of waking, Ofdensen was startled into taking his hand back. He breathed heavily, his skin missing the inappropriate contact.
The manager decided then that it would be best to slip out of Levi's room, back to his own quarters for the night to take care of his guilty erection and hopefully get some sleep. There was a part of him though, that knew in a couple hours he'd come slinking back to the boy's bed to tuck them both in together. Then he'd do his best to sleep with a guilt-ridden conscience. At least he knew he was able to do that rather well, most nights.