Bound

Chapter 2

Brian

"I want my noodle."

I look at Justin and raise an eyebrow.

"You don't need a noodle."

"I'm not going unless I can find my noodle."

Jesus christ.

"Justin, will you just get in the damn pool!" He emerges from the shed with a bright yellow pool noodle. He is positively beaming.

That's my boyfriend.

This weekend has been positively amazing. It's Sunday afternoon, and the sun is shining bright. Justin decided he wanted to go swimming. Thus, the fucking noodle hunt.

I pull a few condoms from my pocket and set them on the edge of the pool. Justin gives me a surprised look.

"We are not fucking in the pool," he tells me.

"Aw, but Justin!" I make my eyes all big and practically whine. He knows I'm fucking with him. "I want to play with my noodle too."

He laughs and walks up to me. I slip my arms around his waist and rest my forehead against his and smile.

"What if someone sees us?" He whispers as he plants soft kisses along my jaw.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" I run my fingers through his hair. "Plus, it's your backyard. Who is going to see us?"

"Well, one on side we have your parents. And on the other side we have old Mrs. Crabberman." I wrinkle up my nose.

"Mrs. Crabberman, huh?"

"Yeah, she's like nine million years old. She has like thirty cats and spends all her time collecting change and clipping coupons."

Oh my god. I bet she was the old bitch I got stuck behind at the store.

"She can live vicariously through us." I kiss his lips softly. "I wasn't planning on plowing your tight little ass in the pool anyway. I just put them there as a precaution. I plan to have a condom on my person at all times now."

"Whatever." I turn us so his back is to the pool and his feet are right on the edge. I kiss him softly and pull away. I give him an evil grin and push him into the pool, clothes and all.

I laugh as he comes up above the surface. He splashes me and gives me a big smile.

"Dick!"

"Love you too, Sunshine!"

"Get in." I shake my head and cross my arms.

"Nope."

He raises an eyebrow and climbs out of the pool. As he reaches the top step, he pulls his tee shirt over his head and tosses it aside. He walks over to me slowly, unzipping his soaking cargoes. He pulls his pants away a little, revealing a gold patch of hair. No underwear. Nice. I shift in my seat.

Fuck, he's hot.

He lets his pants slip to the ground and shakes his head, making water droplets fly from his golden hair. He stands naked in front of me, and I pounce.

I can't resist wet, naked Justin.

Wet, naked Justin is my kryptonite.

"Mmm. My little temptress." He laughs and pulls my shirt over my head in one swift move. My lips crash down on his in an intense kiss. I feel him fumble with the buttons of my jeans and when they are all unfastened he pushes them down and I step out of them. I moan into the kiss as he grinds against me.

And then I'm in the pool.

I should have seen that coming.

"Ok, you got me back. Please get into the pool and finish that kiss." I laugh as he jumps in and swims into my arms.

Daphne

Why isn't he answering the door? It's not like he has a life.

Just kidding. I love him.

He needs to answer the door. I need to know what happened with Brian.

I'm about to give up knocking and just leave when I hear splashing sounds coming from the backyard. Oh, he's in the pool. I hop off of the porch and walk around to the side yard. I unlatch the gate and walk around to the backyard. I'm about to call out his name when I see the image that will forever be etched into my memory.

So, I know what happened with Brian now.

I watch as Brian pushes Justin up against the side of the pool and kisses him with an intensity and passion you only see in the movies. In the movies it's never real. This is real.

I see Justin's head fall back and he moans. Brian watches him as his arm pumps up and down. The water hinders my view a bit, but I can imagine what he's doing.

Brian is so hot. Justin is such a bitch.

I watch Brian grab something from the ledge of the pool.

Oh my god. Is that a condom? It is! He rips the package open with his teeth and pulls the latex disc out of the foil. His arm disappears under the water and Justin wraps his legs around Brian's waist. Brian grabs Justin's hips and his body lunges forward. They both let out amazing moans.

Yeah, I can't watch this. I feel dirty.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I call as I walk into the backyard. Justin's head snaps to the side and his eyes widen as he sees me.

"Holy shit! Daphne! Oh my god!" He pushes Brian away and swims to the other side of the pool to grab a towel from the pile there.

"Cute butt!" I call out. I can't help it if it's true.

I look over at Brian. He hasn't moved.

"Hello Daphne," he drawls. I find myself checking him out. The boy is pure sex. "How nice of you to join us."

"I wish," I mumble under my breath.

"What was that?" He asks.

"Nothing!" I laugh as I see Justin scamper into the house with a towel wrapped firmly around his waist. Brian on the other hand hoists himself out of the pool right in front of me. He pulls the condom off of his cock and drops it on the pavement.

Oh my god. It's a dick. Look at it. It's awesome.

Brian walks over to the towels and picks one up. I can't peel my eyes away from him as he dries himself off. He steps into his jeans and buttons all the buttons except for the top one. He towels off his hair and looks up at me. He seems surprised that I'm staring.

Well hello, I just caught you fucking my best friend, and you're just walking around all hot and naked with your big dick.

"What's up, Daphne?" He asks me with a smirk. He leaves his shirt off and slips his hands into his back pockets.

"Nothing much. I don't think I have to ask you guys that question." He looks down and blushes. Hey, he is normal after all.

Justin comes back out in his trademark cargoes and tee. He slips instantly into Brian's arms. They kiss softly and tenderly. It's so…sweet.

All right, what the fuck is going on?

"So, what happened this weekend?"

Justin

"And that's the story," I tell Daphne. We're up in my room again. I'm sitting on Brian's lap as Daphne sits across from us. She looks shocked. She isn't moving. Her jaw is hanging open.

I can hardly believe it either.

"Earth to Daphne!" Brian leans forward and snaps his fingers in front of her face. She instantly comes back to life.

"So this means we're like best friends in law!" Daphne squeals.

She is such a retard. I love her.

We all hang out for a few hours, and it's so fun. She and Brian get along splendidly. She gushes on and on about how cute we are, and how great it is that we're together.

We finally kick her out before she can pick out our china patterns.

When I get back from walking Daphne to the door, Brian is laying on my bed. His eyes are closed, and his arm is draped across his bare stomach. His other arm is behind his head on the pillow. He looks so…beautiful.

Yup, I'm inspired.

I've wanted to ask Brian to pose for me all weekend. We talked about my art, and I showed him most of my sketches last night. He seemed genuinely impressed.

"Brian?" I ask tentatively.

"Hmm?" He raises his eyebrows but doesn't open his eyes.

"Tired?"

"Hmm."

"Can I sketch you?" He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at me. He studies my face for a moment before his lips turn up into a smile.

"Of course you can." I smile and grab my sketchbook and a charcoal pencil. I take my computer chair and position it at the right angle. I sit down and position the sketchbook just how I like it.

I expect him to turn his head back and close his eyes again, maybe even fall asleep. But he doesn't. He holds his gaze on my face. God, his eyes are intense.

As soon as I touch the pencil to the paper, my hand moves in a flurry across the page. My gaze cuts from the page to my boyfriend. There's a small smile on his lips as he watches me. I pause and smile back at him for a long moment before continuing my sketch.

This is the best piece of work I've ever done.

I sign my name in the corner of the completed sketch and close my sketchbook.

"Hey," Brian protests. "I want to see."

"Um, ok." I open the sketchbook back to the page and sit down on the bed next to him. He sits up and studies it. I bite my fingernails. God, this is nerve wracking.

"It's beautiful," Brian finally says after like, forever.

"Really?"

"Yeah, the drawing isn't half bad either." He turns his head and gives me that sexy smirk.

I hit him in the face with a pillow. He hits me back.

Our pillow fight is short lived. It soon turns into a hot make out session on my bed. I'm not sure what moans are his, and which are mine. They blend together perfectly.

That was a door slam.

My opens pop open.

"Justin! We're home!"

Oh shit.

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