Disgusting

That’s what I thought as I stared down at the sticky mess before me. There was a peach in my hand and juice all over my pelvis.

Throwing my head back with a sigh, I closed my eyes and placed the peach on my bed side table, pulling up my trunks lazily. “Fuck..” I whispered to myself and tugged the covers up to cover my bare chest.

Fluttering my eyes shut, I hoped that maybe a quick nap could make the fever go away along with the throbbing in my head.

Oh how wrong I was.

When I slowly began to stir in my sleep, I flushed and scrambled to sit up when I saw Oliver sitting on the side of my bed. And that fucking peach.

“You’re venturing into the fruit kingdom now? What’s next, minerals?” Oliver teased and held the peach close to his face, smirking at the little hole I had crudely ripped into its soft flesh.

My eyes widened in horror as Oliver dared to dip his fingers into the mess I made. “Stop,” I croaked out, “Stop it!” I reached out to slap Oliver’s hand away.

The older man easily pushed the sick and frail boy back into his bed. Grinning at me teasingly as he opened his mouth and slowly brought the peach closer.

Oliver usually never pushed this far, no; it was almost never. But today he stepped into unknown territory with the defiled fruit in his hand. And he was curious, so he’d push just a little more...