Love For Sale

Things were different after I kissed Cole. He invited me to stay with him still, without paying me, and he seem to be happier. I seem to my happier too. I had stopped doing drugs, and I had even cut down on going out and working when Cole went to school. It wasn’t easy though. I had to fight the urges, and sometimes would give in. Chad had given me an ounce of coke, and it was in my back pocket for almost a week before it was calling to me, and I was wanting more. However, Cole saw me take the last bit of the drug, and saw I still needed some help . I told him I didn’t need help, but he took no for an answer, and started taking me to meetings after his classes. I felt embarrassed that I was the only kid there, but the mentor who led the addiction group told me he saw kids here almost younger than me. The meetings help a lot for me, but I still could not quit smoking. Cole understood that, I think, and he knew that quitting smoking will be the hardest thing to do. I thanked Cole every chance that I got, but he did not take any thanks from me.

“All the thanks I need is knowing you are safe,” he told me once after my piano lessons. I had gotten better at the piano, and I practice every chance I got. I even played when I couldn’t sleep at night. Cole was impressed with my practice, and even told me that if I get even better, he could enter me in piano competitions. I liked that, and practiced even harder.

“I know,” I replied. “I just wanted to let you know.”

He laughed harder than usual, and his laughter filled the room. That was the only thing that filled the house lately; laughter. Cole had become more alive than when we met, and I even saw him getting more comfortable with me. I was shocked when I accidentally walked in on him while he was showering one morning. He just shrugged it off, and I quickly exited the room. But not before I could get a peek at him. However, when it became later in the school year, Cole seemed to get busier. It was then I started to cook dinner for us. Cole had loved my cooking, and he tired to help me, but I had none of it. I saw him trying to help me once when he was grading papers, but I threw him out of his own kitchen.

“You don’t have to cook every meal. You’re my guest; I should be the one cooking.”

“Then your students won’t get their assignments and tests back.” I coyly said. Cole nudged me as I sat down at the table, and I served us some stuff halibut.

“True. But tomorrow night let me cook. Mid-terms will be finally over, and we can finally relax.”

“Don’t you mean, you can finally relax?” Cole nodded, agreeing with me. This past two weeks were the school’s mid-terms, and Cole had been buried in nothing but tests. I had woken up in the middle of the night to find him still grading papers. I wasn’t worried though, he was buried in his papers once in a while. But when I woke again in the morning, I saw him still hunched over his students’ papers. However, when I approached him, I saw he was asleep. He was pushing himself too much, and he needed a break.

After dinner, I cleaned the table and quickly washed any dishes left in the sink. When I returned to the dining room, I saw Cole was back grading his students’ papers. I sighed as I watched him, and he looked like he did not even know what was going on around him. He worked like lightening; with the red sharpie he had, and I wondered if he needed any help putting the grades in his books. When I saw him drop his pen, I knew that was my chance to help him. He had grabbed his shoulder, and rotated it around backwards. I didn’t care what Cole was going to say, but I placed my hands on his shoulders and began to massage his tight muscles.

“Kyle? What are you doing?”

“Giving you a massage. You need one.”

“Thank you”, he softly said, and he rolled his head around. “You have good hands”, he said, a few minutes into the massage. “Oh!” He grunted as I traveled my hands down his back, and I felt a whole lot of knots.

“Your back if full of knots.” I gasped, feeling one big knot on his lower back. “Take off your shirt.”

Cole snapped his head around, and gave me a worried, confused look. “You can massage me with my shirt on”, he said, knowing where I was going with this.

“No I can’t.” I argued with him. “I can’t feel the knots through your shirt, and you really need a break.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from his grading. He let out a small cry, telling me that he needed to finish, but I didn’t want him to work. He had worked hard enough, and it was time he needed a well deserve rest. I dragged him over to the couch, and he gave me a face. “Come on, take off your shirt.” I told him again.

Cole stared at me and I stared back. He knew how stubborn I was, and he shook his head. He finally gave in, and he took off his shirt. I gulped when I saw his toned chest, but my mouth filled up again with saliva. He shifted his weight before he sat on the couch, and I went to get the extra lotion bottle from the washer closet. When I returned, Cole was lying on his stomach. His face was turned away from me, and I tried to see how I could start this. I thought about climbing on top of him, but I thought that was getting too personal. I then thought that just kneeling beside him, but then I wouldn’t get the angle that I wanted. I came up with many different approaches, but none seem right except for getting on top of him. While I was thinking, Cole let out a sigh of frustration, and he turned his head towards me.

“If you are not going to do this, then I will go back to my work.”

“Sorry. I was just thinking how I should prop myself…”

“Just get on my back. It seems easier.” I was taken aback by Cole’s words, but I didn’t fuss. Cole turned his head back towards the couch backing, and I climbed on top of him. I readjusted myself so that I wasn’t crushing his lungs, and I squeezed a quarter size amount of lotion in my hand.

Cole let out a groan as I pressed the lotion to his skin, and began rubbing it into him. I started back on his shoulders, and I leaned into him. He let out another groan as I worked my hands lower, and I started to get rid of his knots. As I worked my hands lower, I smiled. Cole’s skin felt smooth without the lotion, and I caressed his lower back every so often. Cole’s groans soon turned into moans, and I moaned with him. I was getting turned on by rubbing his back, and I believe Cole was getting turned on too---in a different way. Massaging my hands down to his lower hips, I leaned into him hard, and I ran my hands back up to his shoulders. He let out a grunt, and clenched his eyes. I was now lying on top of him and my lips where inches away from his ear. It looked so tasty, and I almost took a nibble of it, if it wasn’t for my accident. Cole suddenly turned his head around, and he had a strange look on his face. I was shocked, and I slowly backed away from his face. I licked my lips as I stared down at him and it looked like he wanted to say something.

“Kyle.”

“Yes, Cole?”

“I am really enjoying the massage you are giving me, but…you are digging into my lower back.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I cried, realizing that my erection was pressing into his lower back. I scrabbled to get off my host, and I ran back upstairs. “Shit!” I grunted, placing the lotion under the sink and unzipped my pants. I took them off and groaned. This was the fifth time that I gotten hard from Cole. I even got a hard on just from looking at him. This wasn’t a way to live, and I was tired of jacking off into my hand. Looking at myself, I decided to just to take a cold shower. I knew it wouldn’t do that much, but I would feel just a bit better.

I ended spending the rest of the night in Cole’s room. It felt wrong taking his bed, but he said that he would take the couch tonight. I turned on the T.V. that was in his room, and ended up channel surfing between stations. I fell asleep around one, but woke up two hours later. The T.V. was still on with a mini Three’s Company marathon, and I turned it off. I rubbed my eyes, and wandered out of the room. I was a little hungry, and I headed down to the kitchen to make some toast with butter. The downstairs was dark when I reached the stairs, and I was glad. Most of the time when I came down, a light would be on, and I knew that Cole was still up. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I looked over at the dining room table and noticed that Cole was not there. I turned opposite of the table, and noticed that the throw blanket was gone from the couch’s back rest. I gave a sigh of relief, I would have yelled at Cole for sleeping at the table again. I wandered over to the couch to see if Cole was asleep, and he was in the oddest position. Looking at him, he looked uncomfortable with his right arm and leg dangling over the edge, and with his neck resting on the arm rest. His head was tilted backwards, putting stress on his neck, and the throw blanket was scattered across his chest. I cocked my head to the side and I licked my lips when I saw him in the dim light. His dress shirt was open, exposing his toned chest and abs. I watched his breast plate rise and fall for a moment, then my eyes traveled lower. My body was heating up as I traveled lower, and my mouth slightly dropped. He had his pants off, and I finally found out the old time question, boxers or briefs. He was wearing white, boxer-briefs. I stepped back when Cole repositioned himself and I groaned. When he repositioned himself, he had one hand hanging above him, and the other hand gently resting on his pelvic bone. I took a deep breath and I cocked my head the other direction. He looked so handsome sleeping on the couch, and I felt my body start to heat up even more. I whimpered when I grabbed the blanket, and slowly tore it off him. The worst part of it was, I had another erection forming, and I wanted to tear his underwear off just to get a look at him.

Staring at Cole for far too long, I worked up enough courage to do the unthinkable. I gulped down the saliva that was collected in my mouth, and slowly walked around the couch. I knew I was breaking all kinds of rules right now, but ever since that day in the bathtub, I really wanted to have more. I knelt down beside the couch and I rubbed my fingers together. I didn’t know how many times I looked up at Cole to see if he was going to wake up, but I managed to take the hem of his shorts and pull them down. My mouth began to water again, and I licked my lips for the third time. I pulled his shorts down just so I could see him, and I hooked the hem down under his sac. I gasped at the sight of him, and I glided my hand over him.

‘He’s big.’ I was amazed at his size, and I thought how his wife was the luckiest woman to have him. I had seen Cole before, but it was only at a glance, and now I was happy that I was now seeing it up close and personal. But seeing it wasn’t enough for me, I wanted to touch it.

With a shaky hand, I reached up and gently laid a hand over the base. I jumped and pulled away when I heard Cole groan, but I replaced my hand back when it was safe. It was warm to the touch, and I glided my fingers over him until I reached his tip. I went back and forth with my hand, my mouth watering as I did, and I felt myself getting harder. I felt like my cock was going to burst out of my jeans. Repositioning myself; I unzipped my pants with one hand, while I continued to fondle Cole with the other. Cole let out another groan, but it sounded more like a moan to me, and I took a soft, but firm hold of him. I started to stroke him slow and gentle at first, hoping that he wouldn’t wake up, and I kept an eye on him. I gained speed as I saw that Cole was a much heavier sleeper than I thought he was. I even took my eyes off him, and I started stroking him with both hands. With one hand I worked the tip, massaging it between my fingers and thumb, while the other gently played with his balls. I don’t really care for hairy balls, like Cole had, but I would make an exception---it did come with growing old. The best part of this was, besides Cole being a heavy sleeper, was that he was getting hard. I gave a small whimper when I saw how huge he was erected, and I moaned when I saw he was starting to ooze out. I licked my lips for the umpteenth time, and I gazed over to Cole’s sleeping face. His arm was now resting over his eyes, and his chest was still moving heavily. He wouldn’t wake if I just tasted him, so I leaned in and licked up the pre-cum that was resting outside his urethra.

“OH, GOD!” I cried, soft enough so Cole wouldn’t hear me and wake up. He was delicious.

My mouth began to water more, and my cock twitched. I needed to have more of him, and I didn’t give a rat’s ass if he woke up. I had gone without eating a guy’s seed for weeks, and it was about time I needed to refresh. Swallowing whatever was left in my mouth; I leaned back in and wrapped my mouth half way. I slid the rest of the way down, and I took one hand off Cole and placed it around myself. I was getting just as hard, and I needed to get off. I started jacking off first. I was afraid to start sucking Cole, but when I was comfortable with my own body, I started to suck him off softly. He tasted like no other man I had, and I slowly began to bob my head. My strokes matched the motion of my head, and I moaned out. More pre-cum started to drip out, and I drank every last drop. I moaned even more when I too was feeling good, and I stroked faster. I looked up at Cole a few times, making sure he didn’t show any signs of waking, but all he did was groan and moan. He shifted his body a little too, but I didn’t pay attention to it. Cole’s cock twitched in my mouth, and I began moving faster. I didn’t know how far he was from coming, but I didn’t care. If I could, I would have sucked Cole off all day. I really started to love him now, and I wanted to fuck him so bad. My hips began to move on their own, and the image of riding Cole flashed back in my head. I hadn’t thought of that since I arrived, and I was really glad it was back. I moved my hips faster, but trying to hold back the urge to come. My own pre-cum was starting to drip, and I decided to mix it in with my saliva on Cole’s dick. As I lathered it on, I licked the underside of him, and sucked on his balls. The taste was bitter, but to me it tasted sweet. I took my time with Cole’s sac, juggling one ball to the next in my mouth. I groaned when I couldn’t feel my legs anymore, and my cock was twitching like mad. I arched my back as I picked up speed on both dicks, and I let out another blissful moan. I didn’t pay too much attention to Cole’s body, or if he was on the verge of waking up, I was in my own little world, and I didn’t really care now if Cole woke up. I placed my lips back on Cole once again, and I deep throated him till I gagged. That did it for me, and I took my lips right back off. I just jacked him off for the rest of the time.

I stroked both cocks at the same speed, however, I felt like I was stroking myself faster because I was about to cum. I doubled over when I was about to blow, and I stroked faster. I grunted and clenched my eyes shut tightly when I came, and gave a sigh of relief when I was done.

“Kyle?” Cole’s voice cut through the air like a knife. I froze and I didn’t dare look up. “Kyle, what are you doing?” I gulped. How could I explain this one to Cole? ‘Hi Cole, don’t mind me, I am just jacking you off while your asleep.’ Fuck, what was I to do? “KYLE!”, he gasped. I guessed he found out what I was doing, because my hand was still stroking him. I felt him start to get up, and ease away, but I didn’t want him to leave.

“WAIT!” I cried, flinging myself onto him. I was out of breath from what I just did, and I stared into Cole’s scared and confused eyes. “Please…let me finish.” I begged, my hand still on him. Cole’s mouth dropped, and he gave a confused blink. I could tell he wanted to throw me off, but why hadn’t he done it yet? I was confused too, but I was confident in myself to lower my mouth back down.

I heard Cole suck in a large amount of breath when I engulfed him once again. I swallowed hard while I had him in my mouth, and his cock started to stick to my tongue. I tried to avoid my teeth colliding with him, but I managed. I felt Cole’s body slowly sinking back to the couch again, and I grabbed a firm hold of his balls. He hissed and jumped when I grabbed a hold of him, and I started bobbing my head. Cole let out another hiss when I started bobbing faster, and it didn’t take long for him to come. He let out a low grunt as he came, and I stopped what I was doing. I moaned as Cole’s seed came flowing into my mouth and I waited till every last drop was in my mouth to move. Once Cole was done ejaculating, I pulled off him, and swallowed every last drop in front of him. I stared at Cole in silence as I wiped my bottom lip and licked whatever dribbled out. It felt awkward afterwards, and I could tell Cole was still slightly confused about what just happened. Saying nothing, I sighed and headed to the kitchen. I was now thirsty, even after I ate Cole’s sperm, and I got a glass of water. I downed my glass before I left and I placed the glass in the sink. I didn’t make eye contact when I headed back upstairs, I felt it would be too awkward, and I practically raced back to Cole’s bedroom. Leaving a dazed and confused host down in the dark.

The next day went by in a daze, and I felt like Cole was going to throw me out when I woke up the next morning. However, when I woke, Cole had already gone off to school, leaving a note behind. “Dear, Kyle. Please stay at the house, I would like to talk to you about last night.” it read, and he signed his name at the bottom. Sighing, I grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V. There was nothing good to watch, and I ended up channel surfing again until the door bell rang. When it did it was one bell after another, and it sounded like a little kid was pushing it. I let out a depressing sigh as I got off the couch, and slumped over towards the front door.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Chad cried out when I opened the door. He had a party hat on and a noise maker in his hand. He even let off a party popper in my face, which made me jump a little.

“Hi Chad.” There was no tone in my voice when I talked. Usually I am happy to see my friend when he stops by, but today I wasn’t. I slumped back over to the couch; leaving the door open so Chad could come in. He shut it once he entered and he strolled over and sat next to me.

“What’s with the long face?”, he pouted, putting an arm around me. “You look so depressed. Has prince charming done something to you?” I scoffed. I knew he was talking about Cole, because it was almost every prostitute’s dream to be swept off by prince charming; just like what happened to Julia Roberts in “Pretty Woman”.

“No.” I groaned, resting my head in Chad’s lap. “I did something to him.”

“What did you do?” Chad knew what had been happening since I moved out of the brothel, and I have been up seeing him every week to catch up on things. But I hadn’t told him about how Cole and I kissed few weeks ago. “You didn’t screw another guy in his bed did you?”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I…” I let out a long breath and stared up at the ceiling. “I gave Cole a blowjob while he was sleeping.”

“WHAT?” I didn’t see Chad’s face from where I was lying, but I knew he was shocked. “You sucked him off. How did that happen?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was checking on him, and the next I was stroking his dick. Oh, Chad, what am I to do? For the first time in my life I feel bad for what I have done. I mean, you should have seen Cole’s face. I wouldn’t be surprised if he really kicks me out of his house for good this time.”

“Kyle, don’t worry about it.” Chad said calmly. He tilted my head so I could see his face, and he wore his usual bright smile. “Cole will forgive you.”

“How do you know?” I spat, almost angry at Chad’s words and my actions.

“I just know. He really cares for you, I can tell with all the times I’ve been over here,” which was usually every other week, “I know Cole is a nice enough guy to forgive a slut like you.” His smile weakened, but it was enough to make me smile, and he leaned in and pecked my lips.

“God I missed those.” I moaned after we parted. Yet Chad’s kisses were nothing compared to Cole’s.


“Could you get that?” I asked Chad. It was well into early evening, and the doorbell just rang. This was the time Cole would usually get home. Except tonight he had to stay late for a meeting. He had called earlier and told me to get dinner started without him. I told him it was okay, and I asked if he was mad about last night. There was an eerie pause over the phone, and after several moments, Cole said that he would talk to me fully about it when he got home. That just made me mope around even more, and I felt like I was drifting off as I prepared the chicken Cole bought yesterday.

“Sure.” Chad replied, and wiped his hands on a damp rag. He looked like he was skipping to the door, but I knew that was how he walked sometimes. He answered the door. “Kyle, it’s for you!”, he shouted, and I joined him at the door.

“Well, hello Kyle.” Daniel said, seeing me join my friend.

“Hello Daniel.” I hissed. I recalled what Daniel talked about the first time we met, and we still hadn’t come to terms with the foster care thing. He was dressed in his usual three piece suit, and his briefcase was in his hand. From the looks of things he had just come from work, and I knew that he was looking for Cole. “Cole’s not here.’ I told him quickly, hoping that he will take the hint and leave.

“I know,” he half smiled, and he could tell what I was trying to do. “Cole invited me to dinner. We have some business to discuses,” and he walked in.

“What kind of business?” I questioned, shutting the door after Daniel walked in.

“Cole asked me not to tell you.” Daniel replied, setting his case and jacket on the couch. “He said that he will tell you after dinner. What is all this for?” he asked, turning to the dining room and found that it was decorated with birthday decorations.

“It’s Kyle’s birthday,” Chad said with a chaser cat grin on his face.

“Oh, oh, really? How old are you today?”

“Fifteen.” I replied, heading back into the kitchen before the chicken burned.

“Fifteen? My, you’re getting old.” I scoffed. I didn’t like Daniel’s remarks, but I ignored him and carried on with my cooking. “Sucks you have to cook your own birthday dinner”. I heard him say from the living room.

“I’m fine with it.” I called back, hiding the angry tone in my voice. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked, changing the subject quickly.

“Rum and coke.” Daniel called, and I stopped to make Daniel his drink.

“Kyle wait,” Chad called. I was heading out to hand Daniel his drink when Chad stopped me. “Give me that.” I handed him Daniel’s drink.

“Chad.” I softly gasped, seeing him spitting into Daniel’s drink. “What was that for?”

“That bastard in there is really pissing me off. He should not be talking to you like you are a child who knows nothing.”

“But spitting in his drink?”

“What, I think he deserves it,” and he walked out into the living room. I stood in the doorway as I watched Chad hand off the drink to Daniel, and I cringed as he took a big gulp.

“You are really nasty sometimes.” I shook my head when Chad came back into the kitchen.

“Bad news, I’m afraid.” Daniel sighed fifteen minutes later. He came in with an empty glass and I shuddered at the thought of what Chad did.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, leaning up against the stove.

“I just got a call from Cole; he says he’s in traffic, and he said to eat dinner without him.”

“What?” both Chad and I gasped. “This is un-fucking believable.” I cried out, throwing my arms into the air.

“I’m sorry, but there was an accident on the freeway, they stopped traffic going in and out of the city. There is no telling when Cole will be back.”

“So aren’t you just going to leave then?” I was angry now. I wanted to know what Cole wanted to talk about, and I wanted to know how he felt last night.

“Yes, since Cole is not here, and I need to get home.” He left the kitchen after that, and Chad wrapped his arms around me for comfort.

“I’m sorry, Kyle.” Chad said in another calm voice. He rubbed my back to sooth me down, but it wasn’t working. “Do you want me to stay anyways?” I shook my head in his chest, and he kissed my head. “Alright. I am going to show the lawyer out, and then we can have dinner together. Okay?” I shook my head again, and Chad left to see Daniel out. I wiped my nose with my arm and pulled the main dish out of the oven. “Oh my God!” I heard Chad cry, and he came running back into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, hoping that it wasn’t something over dramatic.

“I know what Cole wanted to talk about tonight.” Chad cried.

“What is it?”

“Well, I was looking through Daniel’s briefcase just now, and I found papers.”

“So. He’s a lawyer; it might be some case he is working out.”

“That’s what I thought too, but then I took them out. Look.” Chad held up a single piece of paper, and the top of the page is what made me realize what was going on. “They are adoption papers. Kyle, Cole wants to adopt you.”

My heart sank when I saw the document, and I knew all chances of having a family were gone. I blinked, thinking how surreal this situation has become, and I walked into the dining room. I had no idea that Cole was doing this, and he never told me. I wondered why he would do this, and I thought of reasons why. For the first part, I was an orphan, and Cole had told me the streets were not meant for kids. He had also allowed me to stay in his house over the month, and now looking back, he did come to love me. But I knew that it was not the kind of love I wanted. It was the kind of love a dad that would give to his son. Blinking twice, I wiped the fresh tears that started to fall, and wandered into the living room. Daniel had already left, so the couch was free once again. I sat right in the middle, and Chad soon joined me. I was in another clouded daze, but this one seemed to be a lot thicker. Chad tried to snap me out of my trance, but it was no use. I ended up in the fetal position on the couch, with my head rested on Chad’s lap.

“I will stay with you till you fall asleep.” I heard my friend say, and we sat in silence till I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I found that I was not on the couch anymore. When I woke, I found I was in Cole’s bed. I sat up, thinking that Chad had brought me up after I had fallen asleep, but I found I was incorrect. Pulling the covers off, I saw Cole sleeping next to me. I jumped when I saw him, but thought nothing of it. I just assumed that he had climbed into bed because he was tired and he got home late. But when I pulled the covers more, I noticed he was in his in his underwear again. I backed away from the bed, and into a corner. I gasped when the image of him carrying me up the stairs to the room, he knew I was in the bed, and he chose to climb in with me. My mind was racing wildly now, and finding out about the adoption papers last night came racing back. I shook my head. Everything was falling apart in front of me, and I didn’t know what direction this was all heading to. I began crying, scared of what was happening around me. I heard Cole moan, and I ran out of the room. I could not stay here anymore; I needed to get away, far away. Grabbing the phone book from one of the kitchen drawers, I flipped it open to the taxi section.

I heard my ride honking for me when it arrived, and I wiped the last tears away from my face. Taking one last look around the big open room. I silently said good-bye and closed and locked the door behind me. I didn’t engage in conversation with the taxi driver. I just wanted to get home. I stared out the back side windows, and I started to see old familiar places once again. Fresh tears of joy ran down my cheeks when I saw my old neighborhood again, but I cleared them away once I was back home at the brothel. I had cashed one of the checks Cole gave me. I kept it for a rainy day, and that day had come. Walking up the steps, I felt at ease, and I was greeted by an old familiar face.

“Hello,” I said, half blubbering.

“Hello, Kyle. Back again I see.” Kris replied.

“Is my room still available?” I asked, pulling out the five hundred dollars.

“It sure is. What happened, prince charming didn’t work out?”

“No. unfortunately he didn’t.”

“Oh, well. There is always the next one.” Kris laughed, and took my payment for the room.

I was so happy to be home that I ran up all three flights of stairs. When I arrived at my room, I flung open the door, and I began to sob. I was happy to see my room once again, and I saw that Chad had been taking care of it. Looking at my bed, I ran towards it and jumped right onto it. It was hard compared to Cole’s soft bed, but I would get use to it again. Running my fingers through my top comforter, I heard the doorbell ring and I jumped up.

“Show time.” I thought, and I went into the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit before I went to fight for the prize. Once my face was cleaned of smudges and cracked tear trails, I headed downstairs and stood in the line- up with my fellow co-workers.

I gave the client my best smile, and hoped he would pick me. Flaunting myself like I was a male bird, I was able to win over the other co-workers, and I smiled even bigger. I was back in business again, and even though I missed it, I loved it. I floated over towards the client, and took his hand.

“We are going to have some fun tonight.” I smirked, and I led him up back up to my room.