Page 37 of Don’t Call Me Son

Kim looks him up and down, grinning, “You a bit hot there, Arch?”

Archie fans himself dramatically. “Yeah, weather’s a bit much for running, don’t you think?”

Kim narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, “Mhmm. You’re acting very… bold this afternoon, I must say.”

Archie turns to me slowly with this cheeky grin I’ve never seen on him before. Then he reaches out and strokes my jaw. “Hmm, was seeing if I could stun this sexy guy into silence.”

I can feel myself blushing so hard. Oh my god. Archie is flirting with me. The thing I used to complain that he never did… he’s doing it right now. And bloody hell, it’s working.

Kim holds out her hands and laughs like she’s completely out of the loop. “Wait… hold up… sexy guy? What am I missing right now?”

Thankfully, the other runners are either on the track or standing in their own groups, because Archie steps right in front of me… eye to eye, chest to chest… and grabs my crotch.

“Yeah, Jay…” he says in this seductive, teasing tone, “what’s she missing?”

I whimper and swallow hard, eyes flicking between Archie’s and then slowly turning my head to Kim, whose eyes are wide in shock.

I whisper, trying not to choke because Archie is still gripping me, “We, uh… fuck… we had sex. And… Archie is living with me at the moment.”

Kim stares for a beat and then shrieks, throwing herself at us both. We stumble apart and catch her before we all go down. “This is the cutest thing ever! Aww… my boys. This is… wow.”

Archie lets out a normal-sounding laugh now, but he definitely enjoyed himself way too much just now.

Kim steps back. “So, are you guys dating or…?”

I shake my head, no words forming right now.

Archie says, “Too soon, Kim. He only realised he was bi two days ago.” He motions at me. “Actually, Jay, I need to talk to you.”

I look at him, confused now, “Oh, uh… sure.”

Kim grins and walks away over to some other runners.

Archie nods for me to follow, so I do, heart racing slightly. What do we need to talk about?

…

A few minutes later, Archie tugs me by the wrist into a janitor’s closet inside the sports building and locks the door behind us with a quiet click.

I’m suspicious but grinning like an idiot. “What are you…”

Archie doesn’t let me finish; he gently but firmly guides me back until my back hits the nearest wall. Then his mouth is on mine… intense, hungry, and so fucking good. I moan into the kiss, melting against him almost instantly. I’m so happy he wanted this, because I had no idea how to tell him I wanted to kiss him again, to touch him again.

His hands slide into my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me groan. I let my own hands roam, sliding down his bare back, feeling the warm, slightly sweaty skin from training. My fingers find his nipples and I pinch them lightly, rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers. Archie moans into my mouth, pressing closer, grinding his hips against mine.

We’re both already half-hard. The thin fabric of his shorts does nothing to hide how much he wants this. I can feel the heat of him rubbing against me as we kiss messily, tongues sliding, teeth nipping.

“Archie…” I breathe against his lips when we break for air.

He laughs breathlessly, tugging my hair again. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

I squeeze his nipples harder and he arches into me with a shaky moan. My hands slide lower, gripping his ass through his shorts, pulling him tighter against me so I can feel every roll of his hips. And then, fuck, our cocks slide against each other through the thin layers of fabric.

I groan into his mouth at the first hot drag. Archie whimpers, the sound vibrating against my tongue, and rolls his hips again, chasing the friction. I push back, grinding my hard cock against his, feeling the thick length of him through his shorts.

“Jesus, Archie…” I pant, breaking the kiss to look down between us.

I yank his shorts down just enough so his cock springs free. Mine follows a second later as I shove my own shorts down. Then I press us together again… bare on bare.