Wilbur giggled as he pulled David into another kiss. This was great, is what it was. Everyone was asleep. The whole entire family.

No one heard the boys when they snuck into the house four hours ago.

No one saw them tip-toe upstairs, harshly whispering, trying to smother each other's noisy laugh.

No one heard the moans that eluded from Wilbur's room.

And no one could see them now, kissing their last kisses for the night-er, morning.

David smiled into the kiss and pulled to taller boy down to roughen it up a bit. Their night was great. Missy's party, a girl from their school, was a blast. The decision to come back to the Robinson household was amazing. What happened behind Wibur's closed bedroom door was bloody fantastic.

They had been seeing each other for a while now, and seeing was the right expression. The hadn't been dating, they weren't going steady. They took the more fun route; kissing in the bathroom stalls, getting to second base after gym in the changing rooms, going all the way when the night would allow it. Neither boy's families knew. But who cares?

Wilbur would always remember what had just happened. How David's wet tongue traveled down his neck, down, down; how had an orgasm when the shorter boy blew him; how he almost came again when he was doing the sucking; how amazing it was when he finally took his partner after all that foreplay.

Touch me there.

Harder, Wilbur!

Faster, faster...

Faster!

Again.

Ah... mmm.. nnnth...

It wasn't love. They were teenagers! But it could be.

Wilbur kissed David's neck. David moaned. They were so caught up in each other that they didn't hear the footsteps slowing coming down the stairs...

"Kiss me again..."

...turning the corner into the kitchen...

"Gladly." And they kissed.

... and catching them, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Wilbur?" a woman called, surprise threaded in her voice.

The boys snapped back from each other.

"Hi mom, hi dad..."

I've wanted to do this for a while...

Don't kill me! -ducks from tomatoes-