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Everybody in this story is over 18.
Disclaimer: Long part, if you’re just here for the smut, skip to the paragraph that starts with “If I can’t…
It snows so hard I have to take an umbrella with me, but I can still spot Connor from a mile away. He’s wearing jeans and a grey hoodie, no coat or hat or anything. As I walk up next to him I can see that he’s shivering in the cold.
“Are you *trying* to get a cold so you don’t have to spend Christmas with Kayla’s mother?” I ask and he jumps a little as he realizes I’m next to him.
“Dude don’t scare me like that, and no. She already packed all my stuff and insisted that she’d just bring it here with the car but now she’s late.”
I sigh. Of course she is. So now I have to spend time with him alone after what happened. Great. And not awkward at all.
Connor doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents so he used to spend Christmas with me and my family over the last few years, before he met Kayla. Now he spends it with her.
We decide to walk over the market a little bit and after a few minutes I can’t stand watching him freeze. I take off my thick winter jacket and offer it to him. He shakes his head.
“It’s cool, really, I don’t need…”
“Shut up and put it on.” I interrupt him and he gives me a little ashamed look as he does it. I burst out in laughter, the coat is way too big for him and he looks even smaller now.
“Thanks.” He says grumpily.
Then he looks me in the eyes and the weird tension is there again. I have to change the topic quickly.
“Do you want to get drunk as fuck? It’ll probably make you warm.”
“Tempting but I can’t. I got prescribed some meds that don’t mix well with alcohol.”
“Meds? For what?”
“Anxiety and depression.”
I stop walking and look at him surprised. “You have…? Why did you never tell me?”
He shrugs. “Didn’t think you would care.”
“Wha- You’re my best friend, of course I care!”
“It’s not about sports or girls or movies, so we don’t talk about it, right?”
That sentence makes me feel so bad. I hate that. He’s right but I don’t want him to be. It feels like we have been performing a friendship without ever getting truly close. He looks up at my flustered face and says:
“Hey, it’s no big deal, that’s just the way we are.”
“No.” I say and still refuse to move. “No I don’t like that. Look, Connor I’m sorry about all of this…I shouldn’t have kissed you and all…but…” I start but he interrupts me.
“I told you. Don’t be sorry. I- I kinda wanted it too.”
I look him in his deep brown eyes and for a second I’m tempted to hug him. Then he hesitantly seems to want to tell me something else.
“Tyler…I just think…” But in that second somebody taps me on the shoulder. I turn around in surprise and see Kayla.
“I believe you kidnapped my boyfriend, Sir.” She says and laughs. I force myself to smile but I think whatever he wanted to tell me was important and so I’m inexplicably mad at her.
She explains that they have to leave early because they have to pick up her brother from the airport. So Connor gives me back my jacket and says: “We’ll talk over New Year’s.”
“Merry Christmas, Tyler.” Kayla says in a friendly tone as they get in the car.
“Merry Christmas.” I mumble. Then I put my jacket back on. Fuck, it smells like him.
My Christmas is fairly uneventful. One time Chris calls me to ask if I’m in town between Christmas and New Year’s, but I have to tell him that I’m on vacation with my friends. My friend Jesse’s parents are insanely rich and we are allowed to use their winter lodge over New Year’s for a skiing trip. We do that every year, but this year I don’t particularly feel like going.
I still do, as I’m pretty stubborn and refuse to let this drama with Connor dictate my life. It still sucks to share a lift with him and Kayla, watching them cuddle up in front of the fireplace while I’m still thinking about what he wanted to talk to me about. The first evening starts with an unpleasant surprise: The heating doesn’t work and we can only call somebody to fix it in the morning.
So now we’re all cuddled together in front of the fireplace in the lounge. The others talk about tomorrow’s activity but I just stare into the fire and wish to be alone. I’m the only one who gets to be in a bedroom by himself, we rotate that every year. There are three bedrooms for couples upstairs and one smaller one next to the kitchen on the first floor, even with its’ own bathroom.
After the others go to bed I collect a wool blanket from the couch to keep myself warm in the freezing temperatures of the night and crawl into my bed. I can’t sleep, like so often over the last few weeks. The situation isn’t bettered by the fact that somebody is still making noise in the kitchen and in the lounge. At some point I get up, annoyed and open the door.
“What the fuck is going…” I start but then I see that it’s Connor, wrapped in a wool blanket on one of the comfortable armchairs, drawing on his tablet.
“What are you doing here? It’s late, you should go to sleep.” I say a little more softly. I can see that he’s tired, but he shakes his head.
“Kayla kicked me out, I’ll just stay here for the night. Sorry if I made too much noise, I’ll keep it down.”
I sigh. They can’t even make it without a fight on vacation, that’s gonna be exhausting.
“You’re not sleeping in an armchair, come on, there’s enough space in my bed.” I offer him and he hesitates. Then he gets up and follows me into my room.
We lay down in bed, our backs facing each other and I turn off the light again. I can feel him shiver next to me and even though I’m still a little stuck up over this situatiom I’m not gonna let him freeze.
So I roll over and pull him close to me.
“Y-y-you don’t have to do that.” He whispers.
“I’m not gonna let you freeze.” I answer and rub his back to warm him up.
For a second there is tense silence, before he says: “I heard it works better if you take your shirt off.”
I sigh. I know what he’s trying to do, but he’s also right. It would work better. So we both take off our shirts in the dark and cuddle up to each other again beneath the two blankets.
His skin is cold but just feeling him close to me again, breathing in his scent and feeling his warm breath on my neck gives me a bittersweet pain. I missed him so much, but we’re getting ourselves into a messy situation again.
I’m hard immediately but try to not let him feel it. His head is laying on my chest and I continue to stroke his back to warm him up.
“What did you want to tell me the other day, before Kayla interrupted us?” I finally ask the question that has been bugging me.
“Just that I think that kissing makes this overly complicated and…it was fine for once but we shouldn’t do it more often.”
I’m disappointed. “Weird, huh? We’ve been friends for so long and always joked about being closer…how is it that we never thought about kissing? Not even to just see how it feels?” I ponder and he suddenly tenses up in my arms.
“Do you remember what happened…the first time we were here on vacation? You know, when we woke up cuddling?”
“No, I’ve been thinking about that time recently though. You should wear the nose ring again, by the way, it looked good.”
“Thanks, but that’s not what I mean. You don’t remember the night at all?”
“No man, we were wasted.”
He leans up, so now he must be looking at me in the dark, his face hovering above mine.
“We were stumbling into our room…the one directly above this one I think, and we were for some reason talking about *if* we had to do it with one superhero who would it be.”
“I don’t remember that at all…what did I say?”
“Deadpool. And I said that wanting to fuck Ryan Reynolds is not gay it’s just being a human. And that’s how we ended up wondering…how it feels. To be with another guy. And we kissed, just to see…how it feels.”
“What? No. Are you sure?”
“Yup.”
For a second there’s silence again and I’m trying to grasp a little shred of memory that I might have left, but there’s nothing. Did we really do that?
His face is still hovering above mine and I can’t help myself. I gently stroke the back of his neck with one hand and pull him down to me.
“And? How did it feel?” I whisper, right before our lips touch. I feel tingly in my stomach as he runs his fingers through my hair and gives himself to me entirely, putting his entire body weight on me. Now he can definetely feel how hard I am, and I can feel his excitement as well.
Kissing him feels endlessly rewarding, I could do it for hours while I hold him in my arms. I gently pull on his long hair a little bit and he squirms on top of me, his free hand running over my chest.
But then he seperates from me again. Not as forceful as last time, just putting his head down onto my shoulder again and letting out a burdened sigh.
“I think that might have been the start.” He then mumbles. “After that I’ve been fantasizing about you…about us.”
“I don’t get it. If we both like it, why can’t we just do it?” I answer.
“Because we’re not stupid college boys anymore. Back then we were just fucking around but look at us. We’re almost thirty. And now everything has to be so serious. What if I want to marry Kayla? At this point in my life I can’t just throw a whole relationship out of the window to try out dating my best friend. And what if it doesn’t work out? I can’t lose you.”
He sounds like he’s been overthinking this a lot and now the words come out of him like a waterfall. I hold him close and stroke his hair.
“You will never lose me.” I whisper into it. “I care about you, and I care about your feelings. I know we never discussed things like that much, but that doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me about it.”
“Oh come on.” He replies sarcastically. “We both know where that leads.”
“Where?”
“To us realizing that we’ve always had feelings for each other and that we wasted years repressing it until it was too late.”
There. He said it. He said what I’ve been thinking this entire time. It stings to hear him say it like this. We could have had it so easy, if we didn’t run from ourselves so much.
The silence is louder than ever and I squeeze him more tightly, as if he’s a stuffed animal that is supposed to protect me from the grim reality we just uncovered. His fingertips carefully draw little shapes on my chest.
“Why do you do that?” I say and break the silence.
“What?”
“This.” I say and mimic his movements on his arm. “You always touch me as if you’re scared I might shatter like glass.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I just can’t believe that I get to touch you.”
“Huh?”
“You know…you’re perfect. All the girls want you, all the guys want to be like you and I get to be the one to lay here and touch that body. What are the odds?” He chuckles.
Suddenly it all becomes to much for me. I can’t handle this ‘what could have been’ bullshit. It’s not me. I fix things. So I grab his wrist and stop his hand from moving. I lock my fingers with his and hold his hand while I stroke his neck with my other.
“If I can’t have you…just give us this night. Stay with me. Just this one night.” I whisper and turn my head, so we’re facing each other again.
He squeezes my hand a little and leans in to kiss me. I pull him back onto me and he spreads his legs to kneel above me. His thick ass presses against my hard cock that’s already pulsing in anticipation. I start covering his neck in kisses and run my hands over his perfect body. Suddenly we’re not cold anymore, the heat of lust courses through my veins at rapid speed.
I grab him by the hips and slowly guide him back and forth on my boner. A passionate moan escapes his lips and I have to cover his mouth with my hand again, this time to avoid waking our friends up. His hands stroke my abs and then gently pinch my nipples. I let out a groan and push him down on me more forcefully, before I pull him down to kiss him again.
He seems to enjoy the intimacy as much as me and lets his fingertips wander over my neck again while he enjoys feeling me get goosebumps under his touch. I pull on his hair with one hand and push his ass down on my cock with the other, making him moan lightly into our kiss.
“You sound so hot.” I whisper and he chuckles, leaning his forehead against mine.
I can’t get enough of hearing his deep voice crack with pleasure and start to pull down his boxers to grab his bare cheeks firmly. He gets off of me for a second to take them off entirely and I use the chance to take my briefs off as well. As he lays on top of me again, for the first time I feel like nothing is holding us back. No clothes, no shame, no stupid relationship boundries and no emotional confusion. We’re just here, together, and that’s all that matters.
His lips crash down on mine with such an intensity that one could believe that I’m the air he’s breathing. Our hard, dripping cocks rub up against each other and the passion becomes almost unbearable as he starts kissing my neck, touching all the right spots. I spread his cheeks and run one of my fingers along his crack and his hole. He whimpers and feeling his intense breath on my neck turns me on even more.
He’s digging his nails into my shoulders and moans as I start fingering him while simultaneously pulling his hair. Fuck, I can’t take this any longer. He seems to think the same thing and sits up again. Then he spits on his hand and starts lubing up my cock with a few slow, passionate strokes. I moan lightly and blindly reach for the light on my nightstand, I can’t miss his hot face anymore.
As I find the switch and the little light turns on I find myself with the most glorious sight. Connor is kneeling above me and lining up my hard, pulsing cock with his tight hole, looking down on me seductively. I enjoy the perspective and run my fingertips over his tattooed hips and defined abs. He smiles at me and starts to lower himself a little. My tip slips inside of him and I let out an uncontrolled groan.
I grab his hips tightly and his eyes widen as I thrust deep inside him. They fill up with pleasure and he presses his delicious lips together to suppress his moans. Seeing him like this is heavenly and I let go of his hips to revel in the sight for a second. He starts riding me passionately and his hard cock leaks precum onto my stomach.
“Fuck you’re so good at that.” I moan out and he grins, rocking his hips faster.
I love watching him please my dick like this, but I also want to do something for him, so I close my hand around his throbbing cock and start to jerk him off.
His face is flushed and I can tell that he’s trying his hardest to stay quiet, occasionally failing. Sometimes a little whimper escapes his full lips and his dick twitches in my hand. I feel the pressure build up, ready to release, but he’s teasing me by alternating his movements and going slower in between thrusts.
Finally I lose control. I let go of his dick and grab his hips instead. I get on my feet and start thrusting into him as hard and fast as I can. He gasps in shock and his eyes widen before they fill up with lust again and a loud moan makes its’ way out of his mouth. His hole suddenly tenses up and as my hips make his cheeks clap he erupts and his legs start to shake. He cums all over me, a few drops even shooting against the headboard of the bed.
“Ah…fuck Tyler.” He whimpers as the hands-free orgasm rocks his body.
Hearing him say my name pushes me over the edge as well and I clench my teeth as hard as I can, trying not to scream while I pound into him for the last time and pump him full of cum. He supports himself on his hands behind him and leaves me with an amazing sight on his twitching, dripping cock.
“Could you…get me a towel when you go into the bathroom?” I pant and close my eyes.
“Nah.” He answers and I lift my head up again to protest, but am stopped by his next move.
He pulls me out of him, bends down and starts licking up the cum from my abs.
“Oh my god.” I moan and throw my head back into the soft pillow, enjoying the gentle caresses of his tongue.
He gives me a satisfyed smile and gets up to go into the bathroom. He still brings me a towel to get completely clean and sits besides me, patiently waiting until I’m done, just to cuddle up against my chest and pull me into a loving kiss afterwards. I hold him close and try to save this memory in as much detail as I can. I know it won’t feel this easy for long and I have to enjoy it.
“Hey…I love this…” He says. “…but we should probably at least put on some clothes just in case somebody comes in tomorrow.”
He’s right but the thought of losing the touch of his soft skin leads me to let out a dissatisfyed sigh. We put on our clothes again and I start spooning him after we turn off the light.
With the comfort of him by my side and the exhaustion from the sex it doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep.