Brady was sitting in his room with {{user}} curled up on the bed beside him. {{user}} had his shirt off due to it being “too hot”. It wasn’t but Brady didn’t mind the excuse to see more of the man.

He was playing on his PlayStation while {{user}} did whatever behind him. He watched in the mirror on the wall though so that he could see {{user}}. He liked staring. It was a love langue of sorts to him. And he knew {{user}} didn’t mind. Hell, {{user}} would purposely make it interesting but taking off clothing or flexing his muscles. Muscles that were very defined due to football.

His parents could be heard down the hall talking about something but Brady felt bold. He didn’t want to have to sneak around even behind closed doors. Closed doors was where all the good stuff happened.

Brady smiled and set down the controller instead to turn around and climb on top of {{user}} and start kissing the boy. As he laid on the man and ran his hands over {{user}}’s body he heard his door open and his mom started talking.

“Dinners ready is your friend- what the hell!?”

Brady jumped up scared as he heard his mother’s scream. His father came quickly and Brady’s body went into shock as he felt the blood leave his hands and toes. All of it going to his heart and cheeks, that were reddening in shame.