Young Love

Barry smiled as he laid out in the backyard under the sun with Trever, his boyfriend. They'd been together for a good while, Barry was twenty two now. And Rhett, Trever's little brother was fourteen. He was no longer a baby although Barry still adored the younger boy. He slid his arm around Trever's shoulders, his long brown hair fanning out behind him, beads of sweat forming on his toned chest.
He glanced up as he heard the door to their small home open. Must be Rhett.
"Rhett, get yar tineh arse over here." Barry patted the grass beside him, mocking the boy's thick accent.

"Ya ad bettah shut upeh." The boy growled out, he hated being teased by the older man. Rhett was still growing but right now he was lanky and still trying to build himself up. He was rather tall though even at his age.
He stepped out into the yard, his eyes scanning over Barry's body as he did so. He cursed to himself as he averted his gaze.
Stupid man.

Barry snickered at the boy, glancing at him with a smirk.
"Whyeh don't cha make meh?" He chuckled. He really did tease the boy often. It was one of his favorite things to do.

"Ah whell!!" Rhett challenged, more angry than he should be, but only because he felt himself getting hot just talking to Barry.
"Ya needta what howeh ya talk ta meh!"

"Calm yourself, kid." Barry chuckled at the younger boy. "Ah was jus' messin' weth ya." He prodded gently with a wink.

"Ah told ya ta shat yar moutha."
He had become increasingly violent when it came to Barry, with age he became stubborn and with Trever as his brother he became a bit on the rough side.

"And I will, soon as you lay down here with me. I need both my boys." Barry whined, squeezing Trever to one of his sides, his other side empty.

Trever adorned a new pair of shades, he was laying with Barry wearing nothing but some blood swimming trunks, his stomach cut and his skin tanning. He grunted and looked over at Barry, giving the man a large smile.
Made Rhett sick.
Luck B*stard.

Barry pressed a kiss to the man's cheek before standing up and stretching.
"Rhett, stop being a party pooper." He groaned, poking the boy lightly.

Rhett just flushed, an a scowl on his face as he tired to sit down where he would no longer be noticed by the man. He almost couldnt stand it sometimes how attracted his was to the other, and then Barry being with his brother.
Kinda made him dislike Trever...

Barry grinned, sitting back down in between the two boys. He wrapped an arm around Rhett's waist as his other hand moved to stroke Trever's hair.

Rhett growled at in warning, had he been smaller he would have leaned into the touch comfortably and basked in Barry's presence.
But now...
The mans touch drove him wild.

"Don't growl at me." Barry pouted, tugging the boy closer and rubbing his knuckles across the top of Rhett's head, giving him a light nugie.

Rhett whined at him as his hands immediately moved up to cover his head in defense.
"Heyeh!!! Stopehet!" He tried rolling away from the other man.

"Nope, not until you quit bein' grouchy." He tugged the boy back to him, Rhett's back pressed to his bare chest, continuing his assault on the boy's head.

Rhett cursed under his breath as he immediately felt himself getting a hard on, much like the one he had the morning after a particular steamy dream involving the man who was assaulting him.
He elbowed the man in the stomach, trying to roll away with out his hard member being noticed.

Barry removed his hand from Rhett's head but moved to pin the boy to the ground playfully when he noticed Rhett's erection. He held back a chuckle. He said nothing, not wanting to embarrass the boy but the sly grin on his face made it clear he'd seen as he let go of Rhett, sitting upright.

An this sent Rhett fire balling into the home, cursing Barry with every bit of profanity he could think of. There was no denying the red on his cheeks. He was so embarrassed he just wanted to box Barry's ears. He kicked the door hard as he got inside and went to his room, shutting the door with a loud slam.
As he glanced down, he hated to find he was still hard as h*ll.

Barry reassured Trever he'd be back before following Rhett inside, knowing the boy was pissed but he had to talk to him. He'd always cared about Rhett.
"Rhett, open the door." Barry called, pounding on the boy's bedroom door.

"Ya caneh goh ta 'ell!" He called out, his face flushed in anger, a vein in his forehead poking out as he felt his blood pressure rising as he only got more irate.
Why did Barry think he was? Making Rhett all flustered like this...

"Rhett come on. I understand, ya know I was a teenage boy too." He groaned. "I don't care you got a boner, just open the door."

Rhett's face did appear at the door and the boy was daring Barry to bother him any further. He had inherited his fathers mean streak and he was ready to clock the other boy, all out of the anger for his...
Crush.

"Come on, Rhett. Please let me come in." He locked eyes with the other boy. "I just wanna talk to you."

Rhett cursed himself but he did back away from the door to allow Barry to come in, his back turned so the man couldnt see his still painfully hard erection.

Barry stepped into the room before shutting the door behind himself.
"It's really okay, Rhett. Everything used to get me hard when I was your age." He reassured, stepping around the boy so they were face to face. He couldn't deny that it may have been because he wanted a glimpse of the younger boy's hard on. The thought of Rhett getting turned on from made him quite hot himself. And then he was disgusted in himself as well. Rhett was like his baby brother...