The Babysitter

STEFAN

As soon as the door was shut and locked, Stefan pressed his back against the wood and let out a heavy sigh.

His hand went to his semi-hard dick, and he knew it would only take a few strokes with Ash's pretty mouth in mind to get him all the way hard.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so turned on. The fact that all it took was the slide of the younger man's hips against his...

No. He shouldn't be having these thoughts.

Couldn't

. He wasn't gay or bi or any other label that denoted being attracted to men. And, more importantly, Ash was his babysitter. He was Adrian's little brother. Those were lines he could not cross, no matter how tempted he was to do so.

Stopping that train of thought in its tracks, he grabbed a beer, flopped down on the couch, and started flipping through the channels.

He wasn't looking for anything in particular, landing on reruns of

Kitchen Nightmares

. Gordon Ramsay was screaming at someone and if that wasn't enough to kill his--The screen cut to an aside of a pretty blonde waitress with full pink lips who reminded him of Ash.

He quickly shut the TV off and let his head fall back with a groan. "Ughhh!"

Stefan had known Ashton since he was his age, having become fast friends with Ash's older brother and caretaker, Adrian, in their first year of grad school. Stefan had watched him grow up, watched his body transform from an awkward, lanky preteen to that of the captivating young man he was today. Angles and lines beautifully reshaped to curves and corded muscle.

It was the main reason he'd asked him to babysit his son; he knew him and trusted him and couldn't think of a time when Ash hadn't been a bright part of his life.

Stefan wasn't sure when he stopped seeing Ash as a kid and started seeing him as a man, but he knew exactly when he could no longer ignore the fact.

An image of a shirtless Ash popped in his head and he felt his dick twitch in his shorts again. He reached down and laid a firm hand on it but didn't move.

This past summer had been an absolute scorcher. The only bearable way to spend time outdoors was at the pool, but Stefan quickly found out his son, Luca, wasn't a fan of public pools which led to him buy one for the backyard.

When he'd gotten everything set up, he invited Adrian and Ash over, but Adrian, always prioritizing his job before his personal life, had some reason he couldn't come.

Ash, on the other hand, had arrived with a six-pack of Corona, big sunglasses shielding his blue eyes, and a smile. He'd been there enough times that Stefan hadn't needed to tell him to make himself at home. He dropped the beers in the cooler and came around to the side of the pool to meet Luca who was smiling, kicking and paddling and splashing in his bright orange trying to get to him.

"Ash! Get in! Get in!"

"I'm comin'! I'm comin'!" he'd said, running a gentle hand over the little boy's head.

Stefan hadn't meant to watch him undress, but it was like he'd been mesmerized as soon as he caught a glance of the taut, creamy skin of the young man's stomach.

He cupped himself through his shorts, feeling his cock start to grow hard again and doing nothing to stop it this time.

Ash's hips were so slender; his board shorts were riding low enough for his V-line to make a prominent appearance. As his shirt continued to rise, Stefan's eyes eagerly roamed over his chest, his nipples small and pink, and his exposed shoulders, strong, round and muscular.

Wiggling his shorts down a bit, Stefan made enough room for his cock to spring free, fully hard now and pointing straight up at him. He pushed his shirt up to expose his abs.

He started to stroke slowly, in time with his breath--inhale, up, exhale, down, and repeat--as he pictured the long column of Ash's neck that would bruise so easily should Stefan ever get his mouth on it. Ash's angular jaw seemed out of place on his thin body but only added to his appeal. And his mouth--those lips were pink and smooth and looked soft to the touch. Stefan could imagine how they'd look wrapped around his aching dick as he started to stroke faster, sliding his thumb across his slit. He was leaking, making it so much easier to shuttle his fist up and down his craving cock.

He reached down and cupped his balls, back arching, hips thrusting up as he imagined his hand wrapped in Ash's long, cornflower blonde hair, his bright blue eyes staring up at him as Stefan fucked his mouth.

"Fuck!" Lust sizzled in his cock and balls, building into a blistering hot heat. His heart was pounding an erratic rhythm against his ribcage as his hand continued to jerk his rock-hard length.

"God, Ash, that's

sooo good

!" slips from his lips, continuing to imagine the young man's mouth, his skin pink and flushed and so pretty--squeezing on every down stroke--Ash's eyes alive with pure delight in his mind.

"Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

" The climax seized his balls, shooting up his shaft like lightning, and he was coming. Hot spurts land on his stomach and chest; he struggled to catch his breath, stroking himself through his release.

Stefan hadn't come like that in ages. The fact that he did so just to the very thought of Ash alone... It was too much to unpack tonight.

He padded carefully to the kitchen, snatching up a few paper towels. He cleaned himself up before settling back onto the couch for the night.