Young Love

"Yeah well." Not everything gave him a hard on, usually just Barry and this is why it frustrated him so much, or maybe it was the fact that he knew he wanted Barry and couldnt have him.
Rhett had looked to Barry as a brother and father figure at one point, but as his innocence left him, so did those fleeting thoughts of Barry as family.
Now he was more of his brothers sexy boyfriend that he wanted to rape.
All the time.

Barry took a step closer, letting one of his large hands trail down Rhett's nicely sized bicep.
"Well if you need any help... let me know." Barry's tone itself was rather... seductive, in fact. He purposely let it be unclear whether he meant help with normal things or with helping Rhett get rid of his hard on.
Yes, he had to tease the younger boy...

The touch made the hair on the back of Rhett's neck stand up, his muscles flexing under Barry's touch.
"Yar horrehble." He remarked, eyes narrowed at the other man. Barry was playing with him.
And he didnt like it.

"Am I?" Barry arched an eyebrow, a small smirk spreading across his face as he let his eyes run over Rhett's toned body for his age.

Rhett was rather toned to only be fourteen. He worked out a lot and it shown the way his muscles rippled under taught tanned skin.
"Ya needta stopeh messin weth meh behfore ya get yarself hurta,"

"I wasn't aware I was messing with you. Sorry." Barry flashed a bright smile, running a hand through his long brown hair. "I was just appreciating you. You look nice, kid." He nodded, this time his hand running down over Rhett's chest and stomach ever so lightly. He was rather good at teasing people.

"Ef ya don' shat yar moutha, ahm gonna..."
Rape him?
He wished.

"Gonna what, Rhett?" Barry arched an eyebrow, his fingers dipping lower, into the waistband of the boy's pants. He wouldn't really touch him, but he was seriously wanting to.

Rhett just gave a really loud hiss, his heart thudding in his chest as the mans hand was so close to his member.
This was a cruel as it gets...

"What's that? You want me to touch it?" Barry smirked. "You got a little crush on me, Rhett? Is that it?"

It was obvious the way Rhett's eyes grew large that he did indeed have a crush.
"Ah don' likeh ya one bet!" He protested, trying to move away from the older male.

Barry's smile simply grew, taking a step forward, his hands gripping Rhett by the hips.
"Not at all, Rhett?"

Rhett's face burned as he stared fiercely into Barry's eyes.
"Ya think yar howt....Ya needta quit bein ah teaseh!"

"Maybe I'm not teasing." Barry smirked. "Well if you're not interested in me, I guess I'll go." His fingertips on one hand just barely brushed Rhett's erection through his pants. "See ya." He winked before backing up and heading out the door.

Rhett wanted to let him go but he couldnt help himself.
He whined.
A long, hard whine for the man to come back.
Dang him.

Barry chuckled, one foot out of the doorway.
"Did you just whine at me?" He snickered, a lighter, more playful look on his face when he turned around this time.

Rhett turned his head, now he WAS too embarrassed to even want Barry in the room anymore.
Had he really just DEGRADED himself so harshly?
"Goh awayeh."

"Not after you just whined at me to come back." Barry stepped back in the room. "And you might wanna stop being rude to me. I think I've earned some parental rights over you after caring for you all these years. I can give you a spanking you know." He whispered the last sentence in Rhett's ear.

Rhett gruffly huffed at him, cutting his eyes towards the man.
"Yar foolehin weth meh againeh..."
He was not a fan of feeling...
Like a girl, like the one being spanked.
But being it was Barry...
His groin twitched.

"I'm not playing, I'll spank you, Rhett." Barry murmured, a lustful glint in his eye.

"Yar ah teaseh an ya knoweh et."No way was this man about to take him over his knee and spank him.

"Think I'm teasing? Try me. Mouth off to me one more time." He warned. God, he hoped Rhett did it. He was itching to touch the boy. And it wasn't cheating if he was just spanking him..

"Yar bein ahn idehot." Rhett cursed the man with an angry hiss. He felt demeaned.
But he enjoyed it.
And that made it even worse.

"You're just begging for it, aren't you?" Barry smirked as he took Rhett by the waist, sitting on the edge of Rhett's bed and shoving the boy roughly over his knee, tugging down Rhett's pants, his hand resting on one of the boy's plump cheeks, patting it lightly.

Rhett let out an undignified squawk at being bent over, before a string of curses followed. He reached back in a desperate attempt to cover his butt, which was delicious with his arse dimples on the golden brown skin. Even his arse was that nice bronze color from laying out naked in the sun.