Page 3 of Best Friends
I shiver at his touch. “No, you’re not. I don’t know why, but I’m definitely turned on.” I shut my eyes groan because his big squeezing hand on my crotch feels good. He isn’t tentative like some girls are, maybe because he owns the equipment already. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done that with a dude. I’ve never done anything with a dude.”
“Yeah. I know,” he says. “Me neither. But I’ve been thinking about it lately.”
“Really?” I bite my bottom lip. “Still, I’m not sure, man. Your mouth on my dick? That’s fucking nuts.”
“Is it though?” His eyes narrow and his touch changes slightly. He begins massaging me with a little more finesse, and I grab his biceps, moaning. “I know you like me touching you,” he whispers. “Your dick is hard as steel. You don’t have to pretend with me, C. No judgement here.”
I shudder, leaning into his touch. His fingers slide up the outline of my cock. “God, fuck, Malcolm,” I mumble, leaning my head on his chest. “What are you doing to me?”
“Let me take care of you. We both need this, C.” His breath is hot against my ear. “I really need to get off and you do too. But I don’t want to just jerk off, and I don’t want to have to get engaged to one of those girls down in the bar to get off.”
I groan when he squeezes my dick harder. “You sure about this, Malcolm?”
“What’s the big deal?” His tone is coaxing. “We’ve both had random chicks give us BJ’s, right? This will be just like that.”
“Yeah, only you’re my best friend. And you’re a dude.” I pull back and meet his gaze. I’m sure he can see how worried I am. “I don’t want it to get weird between us.”
“Never. We’re best friends for life, C.”
“God, I don’t know.”
“Come on. My balls are gonna explode.” He grins.
That makes me laugh. “Shit. I just came to this convention to buy some new fishing lures. Not to turn gay.”
He punches my shoulder. “We’re notgay.”
“Nah. We’re just two friends who want to suck each other’s dicks.” I snort. “That sounds fucking gay to me.”
“Never mind. If you’re gonna be all freaked out forget about the whole thing.” He crosses his arms and sighs. “I thought you’d be on board because you seemed as horny as me. But I don’t want to have to force you.”
He sounds disappointed and that bugs me. I hate letting him down in any way. The very idea of that has my stomach churning. “My only real concern is that I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.”
“I don’t want that either.” He meets my gaze, and his softens. “It won’t fuck anything up, C. You’re my favorite person in the world. That’s never gonna change.”
“Promise?”
His smile is sweet and he moves up close to me again. “Of course.” His warm gaze is sincere. “You can’t get rid of me, dude.”
My chest tightens with affection. “God. This is nuts.”
“I know.” He slides his hands around to my back, his fingers resting lightly just above my ass. “But it will help get rid of blue balls. I’m in pain. You must be too.”
“We could just jerk off together.”
“We could, yeah.” He sounds disappointed. “I guess I was hoping for some human contact. Just jerking off in front of you feels so pathetic. Usually it would be fine, but tonight, I’d love to touch and be touched.”
I get what he’s saying. I too miss the touch of another person. And while it’s weird to think Malcolm wants me to touch him sexually, and for him to touch me the same way, I can also admit it’s kind of exciting. He trusts me and that makes me happy. I can’t picture him suggesting anything this intimate with any of his other guy friends. That must mean I really am special to him.
I meet his gaze again and he smiles. “So what do you say?” he asks, slipping his hands lower and squeezing my ass. “Are we gonna do this, or what?”
Swallowing nervously, I nod. “I…I guess.” I’m excited and terrified all at the same time. “My room or yours?”
“Mine is cleaner.”
He’s not wrong. Malcolm is a neat freak while I—well—I’m not. “Okay.”
“Yeah? Thank God.” He slumps with obvious relief.
