Forbidden Whispers

Chapter 1: Midnight Intrusion

The house was cloaked in the heavy silence of midnight, the kind that amplifies every creak and whisper. Jace, a wiry 19-year-old with a devilish glint in his eye, crept down the hallway, his bare feet silent on the hardwood. His heart thrummed with a mix of thrill and taboo as he approached his dad’s bedroom door. It was ajar, just enough to slip through without a sound.

Inside, the dim moonlight spilled over the bed, illuminating the broad, muscular frame of Ethan, his dad’s boyfriend. Ethan lay sprawled on his back, a sheet barely covering his hips, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. Jace’s gaze lingered, a smirk curling his lips. He’d seen Ethan in action before—heard the raw, primal sounds through the walls. Tonight, he wanted a taste for himself.

Sliding to his knees beside the bed, Jace’s breath hitched as he tugged the sheet down, revealing Ethan’s impressive length, even at rest. 'Fuck, look at that beast,' he muttered under his breath, his voice a low purr. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against the tip before taking it into his mouth, slow and deliberate.

Ethan stirred, a low groan escaping him as his eyes fluttered open. Confusion morphed into shock as he registered the sensation, then the sight of Jace between his legs. 'What the—Jace? What the hell are you doing?' His voice was rough with sleep, but there was an edge of something else—curiosity, maybe even heat.

Jace pulled back just enough to flash a wicked grin, his lips glistening. 'What does it look like, big guy? I’m giving you the wake-up call of your dreams.' Before Ethan could protest, Jace dove back in, his tongue working with brazen confidence.

Ethan’s hand shot to Jace’s hair, gripping tight, but he didn’t pull him away. 'You little shit. You’ve got some nerve,' he growled, though his hips betrayed him, shifting slightly to meet Jace’s rhythm. 'This is fucked up. You know that, right?'

Jace chuckled around him, the vibration sending a shiver through Ethan. Popping off for a moment, he quipped, 'Oh, come on. Don’t act like you’re not loving this. I can feel how hard you are.' His tone was sharp, taunting, as he flicked his tongue over the tip. 'Bet Dad never wakes you up like this.'

Ethan’s jaw clenched, a mix of guilt and desire flashing across his face. 'You’re playing a dangerous game, kid.'

Before things could escalate further, Jace suddenly bolted, a mischievous laugh trailing behind him as he darted out of the room. Ethan cursed under his breath, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. 'Goddamn it, Jace,' he muttered, adjusting himself as he followed, his bare feet heavy on the floor.

He found Jace in his room, perched on the edge of his bed, a smirk still plastered on his face. Ethan loomed in the doorway, arms crossed, his voice low and intense. 'Alright, spill it. Why the hell did you do that?'

Jace leaned back on his hands, his eyes glinting with defiance. 'Because I wanted to. Because I’ve seen how you look when you’re with him. And I wanted a piece of it. You gonna pretend you didn’t like it?'

Ethan’s gaze darkened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. 'You’re trouble, you know that?'

Jace’s smirk widened as he slid off the bed, closing the distance between them. 'Oh, I know. And you love trouble.' Without another word, he dropped to his knees again, his hands bold as they gripped Ethan’s hips. 'Let me show you just how much.'

Ethan exhaled sharply, his resolve crumbling as Jace’s mouth found him again, hot and insistent. He sank onto the bed, his back against the headboard, as Jace positioned himself between his legs, working with a fierce determination that left Ethan gripping the sheets. 'Fuck, kid, you don’t hold back, do you?' Ethan rasped, his voice thick with lust.

Jace glanced up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 'Never. I play to win.'

The air between them crackled, charged with forbidden heat, as the night promised to unravel into something neither could resist.