Cole's eyes glinted with excitement as he crawled up next to Brent's body. He pressed close to the man, inhaling the smell of his flesh. It was intoxicating, sending his head into a spinning whirlwind of pleasure. Brent's eyes opened to slits, a grin growing on his face. "Morning," he said, his voice rough.

"Morning," Cole replied, his fingers tracing over the man's belly. They moved up to his pecs.

"Find something you like?"

"I found a lot of things," Cole murmured in response, climbing into his lap. Brent held his hips, looking up at the boy.

"Is that right? Well, I can say the same. I found something I like as well." Brent's green eyes remained trained on Cole. He leaned down to kiss the man's strong jaw, nuzzling the soft beard on his face. Facial hair was normally a turn off, but it made Brent that much more attractive. Unable to resist, Cole kissed him on the lips softly. Brent groaned and held him down as he tried to escape. He rolled over and pinned the smaller male down, attacking his neck with kissed and teeth. Cole giggle and squirmed, struggling to break free. His eyes closed, his body growing still. Well, mostly. Other parts buzzed with anticipation.

"You should stay," Brent whispered, his teeth lightly tugging at Cole's ear.

"I want to. But my mom thinks I'm at Paul's... I have to go home."

"How much longer until you're eighteen?"

"Nine months..."

"Shit. That's a long time," Brent said with disappointment. Cole opened his eyes. He turned to look at the man.

"It'll pass before you know it. And then we won't have to worry about anything."

"I know, but... I don't want to wait. I want you to stay with me for one more night. This is one of the few times I have the place to myself."

"When does your roommate come back?" Cole asked, running his hands through Brent's shaggy blonde hair.

"She'll be back tomorrow night?"

"She?" Cole found it strange that he had a female roommate. Most twenty year olds spent only wanted one thing from girls.

"We're just friends, baby."

"Okay, good. I don't want to fight anyone."

"Yeah? Ya gonna fight for me?" Brent asked, tickling the boy, hitting him with pretend punches. Cole giggled again, trying to shove the man off him. Brent hit him in the side and Cole cried out in pain. The man jerked away in shock. "Cole, are up okay?" he asked, leaning in to look at what happened. "I'm so sorry!"

Cole's dark hair covered his eyes, and he sniffed hard. Brent's stomach sank. Suddenly Cole jumped on top of the man, pinning him down. He began play hitting him back.

"I'm not gonna fight for you, I'm gonna fight you!" he cried. Brent laughed in relief. He easily held the boy's arms to his side. With a quick yank, Cole's lips had returned to his. His hands went to Cole's behind, playing spanking him.

"You play dirty," he muttered.

"Filthy, baby. I play filthy."

"So, show me how filthy you are," Brent whispered into Cole's ear.

"That, I can do." And with that, Brent rolled Cole onto his back and started off his morning on a good note.