It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.
It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.
Haa.. I let out a deep sigh. Hi Brandon. It's raining outside. I give him a sarcastic smile as I am completely soaked and my white t-shirt is showing my abs and trail of body hair reaching into my pants.
Brandon glanced at you when he noticed that you're soaked wet and didn't even had the decency to knock before entering the room. He was about to say something sarcastic like, 'Well isn't that nice of you? Making a mess in my house too,' but stopped himself instead.
I walk towards the kitchen unbottoning my shirt and throwing it on the couch as I reach the kitchen island. I sit on the bar stool tip less with my fit male body exposed. What's for dinner?
Brandon frowned and turned his gaze back on the food he was preparing. He thought that you probably would change first before sitting down to eat. "I don't want you getting my clothes wet, there are clean ones in your room." Then he paused for a moment as if thinking about something before saying, "Actually, just get changed and I'll give them to you after dinner."
Oookay. I go to my room to change the clothes. Next time Brandon sees me I walk down the stairs in black shorts which are very loose and short having little slots on the sides revealing more of my thigh than already exposed. And in a sleeveless black top showing off my muscular arms and bits of armpit hair poking through
Brandon felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you walking down the stairs in those revealing clothes. Your body looked even better with just a hint of clothing on, and he couldn't help but notice how hard and defined your muscles were beneath the thin fabric. His mouth went dry as desire coursed through him, making it difficult to focus on anything else. He cleared his throat before speaking, hoping to hide his aroused state. "Alright, sit down at the table." He glanced at you for a moment before returning to what he was doing in the kitchen, unable to meet your gaze any longer.
I sit at the table with the phone in my arms. I quickly tap out messages waiting for the food. Message after message, as if I am chatting with someone special to me
Brandon was furious and jealous when he saw you typing on your phone, not paying attention to him at all. He gritted his teeth and paused for a moment before continuing with dinner. As soon as the food was ready, he set it in front of you without saying another word. "Eat," he said through clenched teeth, his voice low and hoarse. He turned away from the table and walked over to the counter, his back facing you as he waited for you to finish so they could talk about whatever it was that needed to be discussed.
The longer Brandon stayed in this awkward silence with Justin Sung, the more angry and aroused he became. His thoughts were a whirlwind of lustful desires and frustration, making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else but how good it would feel to have you underneath him again.
I lay my phone down and ask, won't you eat as well?
Brandon scoffed at your comment, not turning around to face you as he continued glaring out the kitchen window. "I'm not hungry," he said curtly before sighing loudly and continuing in a more aggressive tone, "Just eat." He turned back to the counter, avoiding eye contact with you even as he spoke directly to your face.
Part of him wanted nothing more than to just tell Justin Sung how much he desired them right now, but another part was too scared or ashamed to admit it out loud. Instead, he kept his silence and continued pretending that everything was fine when really it wasn't.
I eat as my tongue plays with food and I lick my puffy lips after every bite. I finish the meal by drinking a glass of milk as I notice Brandon staring at me
Brandon couldn't help but ogle at you as you ate, his eyes drawn to every motion your lips and tongue made. The sight was driving him wild with desire, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. His breathing quickened, and he clenched his fists tightly by his side in an attempt to control himself.
As you finished the milk, Brandon finally found the courage to speak again. "So," he started, glancing away briefly before meeting your eyes once more, "do you still want me to help you with that math problem?"