Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2023 09:43:39 +0100 From: Kichirou Ito Subject: Enemy of The Architect Chapter 2 Friday, 28th June, Sunlight peaked through the sides of the blinds, hitting Art's peach-fuzzed cheeks. The warmth woke him. Waking up in someone else's room panicked him until he remembered Tai. He slowly rolled onto his side to face the tiny terror who slept peacefully. Art focused on the boy's soft lips, moving his hand close with an overwhelming desire to touch them. His heart reverberated throughout his chest, hypnotic. He stopped himself. 'Perfection.' he thought, placing his quivering hand on the boy's exposed shoulder. "Tai, buddy. Wake up." Art shook him with minimum effort. Groans and moans escaped the child as his eyes reluctantly opened, focusing on his older cousin's face, triggering an adorable smile. "Hehe," Tai giggled and let out a long yawn. "Hi," he rubbed his eyes. "You want to get up?" Art asked, assuming the boy must be hungry. The little child shook his head, "No," he turned onto his stomach and hid his face in the pillow. The duvet got discarded during the night due to the constant heat. Both boys had removed their shirts but were still wearing their swim shorts. Art couldn't blame the rascal for not wanting to get up. After all, weekends are for relaxing. The opportunity was ripe, so Art leaned over and straddled the child's back. Tai gave his cousin a curious look. "Are you sure you don't want to get up?" the older boy asked with a sense of mischief, but it did nothing to sway Tai's previous answer as he shook his head from side to side with a playful grin. Art vigorously tickled young Tai, causing the poor boy to scream into his pillow with laughter, trying to prevent his cousin's hands from probing his sides. He squirmed, shifting his body and somehow ended up on top of Art, laying on his back, legs dangling over Art's thighs. The laughter simmered to light giggling in between heavy breaths. An arm wrapped itself over Tai's chest, and a hand gently stroked and played with the childs hair. Tai tried to look up at his cousin. "You okay, buddy?" Art asked. The boy nodded, "Yeah." moving his right arm up to play with Art's hair. The moment was serene, Art's inner thoughts praying this moment would never end. "Tai! Art! Breakfast is ready!" A manly voice hollered from downstairs. 'Shit!' Art screamed in his head. 'Why do adults have to ruin everything...' Tai's hand had stopped moving, and the little devil had fallen back asleep! "For fuck sake..." Things took a turn for the worse when Art could feel his dick starting to wake up, and no way to hide his 'stiffage'. He caressed Tai's chin and angling it upwards towards his own, thinking maybe this was a sleeping beauty moment where only a kiss could wake him. If only. Instead of tasting Tai's plump lips, Art decided to blow on them gently, watching the young boy's eyes flicker open. "We need to get up." "nooo..." he cried, flopping over onto his stomach, resting on Art's right arm, and pressing his head into his older cousin's chest. Sure enough, he was trying to fall asleep again. There wasn't much he could do besides let the boy rest and think of an excuse so Olivia wouldn't get mad. He slowly moved his arm from under Tai, giving his hair one last stroke before heading to the bathroom. 'At least he didn't see my boner.' After a quick tinkle, a face wash and a good tooth scrubbing. He was all set. Art walked downstairs with a chipper attitude and straight past Mateo. In the kitchen, Olivia was hunched over the counter, sipping her coffee and reading the newspaper. "Morning, Auntie," he sat adjacent to her. She placed a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of him. "Where's your sidekick?" she inquired without breaking her concentration. "He's not feeling well. I thought I'd let him sleep," an easy and believable lie. There was a long, pleasant silence, aside from the chirping birds. Art took his time with the pancakes and downing a glass of apple juice. "Be sure he's up soon. I want to take you both to the shop. We still need some plants for the garden." Art nodded, and she smiled, walking out towards the living room. Taking the opportunity to grab Tai's pancakes, he scuttled silently to the stairs, feeling like one of those cartoon burglars doing the dramatic tiptoeing. He reached the top of the stairs and glided towards the bedroom. Tai was still in bed, cuddling Baymax. Quietly kneeling next to the bed, Art broke off a piece of pancake and moved it under Tai's nose. The boy's nostrils flared several times before he opened his eyes to see what smelled so delicious. He looked down at Art's hand and back into his eyes, bestowing an angelic smile. The older boy put a finger to his lips to silently tell the younger boy to be quiet. Tai pecked at the pancake segment from Art's hand, which was oddly cute, and then sat up to finish off the rest of the plate. "Your mum's taking us to her shop. You need to get up, Ghost boy." he teased, sitting beside the sleepy child. There was a giggle and then shock as Tai wrapped tight arms around his cousin. Time itself came to a stop as Art soaked in the loving embrace. Tai jumped out of bed and grabbed fresh clothes from the drawer, turning his back to Art, not hesitating as he dropped his swimwear, flinging them into the basket by the door. Art's blood rushed to two places, his head and his 'head'... There was no way to prevent it. His face started blushing red as he could feel a tent form in his shorts from staring at the tanned bubble butt, thin legs and slender waist. Art blissfully watched as Tai struggled to put on his NES controller-themed socks, his Robin's-egg blue boxers, and a faded orange t-shirt. Realising the boy was almost fully dressed, he quickly adjusted himself, 'This is torture!' It was day two, and he was balancing on a knife's edge. Increasingly worried that the slightest touch or gaze at Tai might make him explode! Tai turned around with a smirk, "Thanks for bringing me pancakes," he left the room, walking out like nothing had happened. Art fell back onto the bed, letting out a long sigh, "What the fuuuuck..." he moved his hand over his crotch and gently massaged the prominent bulge, wondering if it would be worth the risk of getting caught to knock out a quick one? 'It wouldn't be that bad...'. As he finished getting dressed, he could hear a commotion downstairs of everyone getting ready to leave. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he saw Mateo reversing out of the gate. Tai sat strapped in the back of the car, and Olivia grabbed her purse before ushering the older boy out of the front door in a playful scooting manner, "Are you ready, Art?" she asked, prompting the boy to pat his pockets. He nodded. Olivia got into the driver's side, and Art intended to sit in the front passenger seat, but there was some overreactive arm-waving coming from Tai, who motioned him to sit in the back. 'I can't say no to that.' he thought, climbing inside with a smile. When all seatbelts were on, the car started, and the journey began. The hills in the surrounding area looked like a barren wasteland with hundreds of dried-out brush, far different to the green hills in England. As Art thought about it, this was all his young cousin had seen. 'Maybe I should see if Tai can come to the UK with us,' he got pulled from his thoughts as Tai tapped his arm, "Look! It's Eevee!" he squealed, thrusting the Nintendo Switch towards his older cousin's face, fidgeting in his seat giddily. "Is Eevee your favourite?" he leaned towards Tai for a better view. Tai then leaned into his cousin's shoulder, and Art could feel his cheeks start to burn, 'Can't get any worse, right?' he thought, going a little further and resting the side of his face on the child's head. He could feel Tai smile, "It's not my favourite, but I think it's cute." "Who's your favourite then?" Art continued the inquisition. The boy was focused on fighting with his tongue sticking out his mouth, "I like the dinosaur one, Tyrunt!" The older boy rolled his eyes at the admission. 'Anything past gen 2 sucks!!!' his mind screamed. "I like Rhyhorn," Tai giggled, trying to scoot closer to his cousin. After a ten-minute drive into town, they arrived at Olivia's exotic florist shop, and if you looked out of the shopfront, you could see the entrance to the Plaza de Toros arena just down the road. As they made their way inside, Olivia mentioned they wouldn't be there long, about 4 hours. The boys were there to help load the car with flowers, tools, and compost while she dealt with the odd customer. The work was tiring, and time seemed to drag on as both boys went back and forth between the shop and the car. Young Tai took several breaks, sitting in the back seat. He wasn't used to doing this much manual labour. As the hours passed, slowly, they managed to finish their assigned work, "Let's sit in the car," the younger boy suggested. Art nodded in confirmation and climbed into the back of the vehicle. To be sat in a car in such heat would be a death sentence, but a fan above each rear door would keep the automobile at a reasonable temperature. Tai turned the right fan on and clambered over his cousin to turn on the left side, his hand resting on Art's thigh, 'Too close!' he thought as his groin began to react. Luckily, the young boy was clueless and moved back to his seat. He let out a satisfying sigh as the cold breeze started flowing and cooling his body. Tai reached for the Nintendo Switch and resumed playing Pokemon. "Hey, are you thirsty?" Art asked as he hopped out of the car. "Yeah! Can I have a Fanta, please?" the boy pleaded, baring his teeth in a smile and shifting his position to laying horizontal across the entire back seat. Art strolled into the shop and greeted his aunt with a wave. "Is it okay if I get me and Tai drinks?" She nodded, "Can you grab me a bottle of water? Have you finished loading the car?" She hollered back as he left the room and into the area where Olivia prepared display flowers and orders. A mini fridge sat in the far corner. Art took a moment to reflect on recent events, his cousin showing off his cute little butt, and now he had his hand inches away from his junk! It didn't feel like he was doing it purposefully, but Art wished he was. 'Am I a bad person? I want to hold him so bad...' he tried to process the thought. The problem was there was no one he could talk to about this. It was a scary feeling not knowing what to do. "Everything okay, Art?" Olivia called back. "Yeah, sorry. Just daydreaming." The boy quickly grabbed the drinks. He handed Olivia her water, "Did Tai do his fair share of lifting?" she asked, taking a sizable swig of her drink. "Yeah. He's pretty exhausted, but he definitely helped a lot," A white lie, but she couldn't have expected a 9-year-old to do a lot. Olivia posed no more questions and continued her work. Art returned to the car. "I'm back, Ghost. Sorry I took so long..." At first glance, the boy hadn't moved a muscle, but on further inspection, he was now topless! Tai didn't acknowledge anything. Too busy fighting or catching a Pokemon. He partially sat up as Art climbed in and then slumping down onto his cousin's lap. Art started blushing hard yet again, "Here's your Fanta," he placed it in the cup holder, "You caught anything new?" the older boy asked whilst eyeing the young boy's slender frame, noticing beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, intense! Art swallowed hard as he moved his left hand out and placed it on Tai's head, who in turn let out a soft coo, "Hehe, your hand is cold. It feels nice," he looked up at the older boy with a devilish grin. Art smiled and moved his hand further down, resting it on the child's chest. It shocked him how fast the boy's heart was beating, almost as fast as his own. 'He must still be tired from all the work.'. Looking out the corner of his eye, Art began stroking Tai's chest. His fingers trembled as they passed over the hump of a nipple, which extracted a slight giggle from the young boy. Art could feel them become more rigid with each pass, and with every brush, he could see Tai's shorts spring up. 'Holy shit! He's got a boner!' Art screamed in his head. The older boy decided to take things a little further and pinch a nipple, "Ughhh!" Tai moaned with a new-found pleasure. He looked up at Art with red cheeks. "Okay, guys. Lets finish a little early!" Olivia called out as she closed up shop and made her way to the car. Art jumped out of his skin and instinctively moved his hand away from Tai, hoping to high heaven that she didn't see or hear anything. "Now, who's a ghost." Art looked down at the cheeky devil, who still rested his head on his lap, harbouring a massive smile. The blood must have drained from his face from almost being caught. Tai showed no sign of embarrassment in the situation, or attempt to cover his blatant erection. "Are you both ready?" she asked, fidgeting with her keys. Tai sat up and buckled his seatbelt, and Art shakingly did the same. "We're good, mum. It's too hot today. Can we use the pool when we get back?" he asked. Olivia hummed an optimistic tune, bringing the engine to life and beginning their journey home.