Simon was sitting on his bed, engrossed in a worn-out copy of “War and Peace.” He had always been a bookworm, much to the amusement of his brothers. Just as he was about to dive into a particularly riveting chapter, the door creaked open.
Theodore waltzed in, his chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. In his hand, he clutched a comic book, the latest addition to his ever-growing collection. He glanced at Simon and his book, then wrinkled his nose.
“Still reading that boring stuff, huh, Simon?” Theodore asked, plopping down on his own bed.
Simon looked up from his book and rolled his eyes. “Yes, Theodore, because not everyone finds comics intellectually stimulating.”
Theodore shrugged, unperturbed. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Simon, can you teach me how to kiss?”
Simon was taken aback. He blinked, then stammered, “W-what? Why do you want to learn that from me?”
Theodore grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, you’re the smartest one here, so I figured you’d know the most about it.”
Simon couldn’t help but chuckle at Theodore’s logic. He agreed to teach him, but warned him that it might be weird.
Theodore nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. “I don’t mind! I just want to know what it feels like.”
Simon sighed and put down his book. He scooted closer to Theodore and told him to close his eyes. Theodore did as he was told, and Simon gently placed his hand on Theodore’s cheek. He leaned in and pressed their lips together.
At first, it was innocent and chaste, a simple meeting of lips. But then Simon started to feel something more. He deepened the kiss, and Theodore responded in kind. Their kissing became more passionate, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.
Simon found himself pulling Theodore down on top of him, his hands roaming over Theodore’s back. He could feel Theodore’s heart pounding against his chest, and it only served to fuel his desire.
But just as things started to heat up, Simon pulled away. He reminded Theodore that Alvin could come back any minute, and Theodore looked disappointed but understood. He got up, smoothing out his clothes, and thanked Simon for teaching him.
Simon smiled and told him he did a good job. As Theodore left the room, Simon couldn’t help but think about what just happened. He knew they couldn’t continue, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed it. He picked up his book again, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t think straight. All he could think about was Theodore, and the way their lips had felt together.
It was going to be a long night.
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