Page 23 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
Again.
There’s no way that all of the people who asked us if we were more than friends over the years actually noticed something that I didn’t.
Right?
It was only a kiss, and I love kissing.Who doesn’t love kissing?Sure, my dick was really hard after a very short amount of time, but I had also just watched Sage and Aspen make out, so there was obviously a lot going on.
Just because kissing my best friend was hot, it doesn’t have to mean anything more than that. My intense reaction was probably a result of the novelty of the situation; new things are exciting. He was hard too, but I’m sure that was just because someone was sitting on his lap kissing him, his dick would probably react like that to anyone.
And the girls were watching! I’ve always wondered if I had a bit of an exhibitionism kink. Jerking off in the same room as Parker in college was really hot. And after I heard Parker with a hookup in his room, I realized he could also hear mine. That realization has made sex, and even solo sessions, much hotter when I know he’s home.
Parker also being involved in those situations doesn’t mean anything.Obviously.He’s just always around, and it’s not like anyone else is near me enough for them to hear me having sex.
Of course, all of this thinking about sex has sent blood straight to my cock, so I attempt to subtly adjust my stance. Fuck. From the position I’m standing at, behind the bench, close enough to spot for Parker, my dick is basically right above his head. I really hope that he’s focused on the weights and he won't look up at my bulging crotch.
There is no reason for me to be hard right now,dammit.I’ve watched Parker work out a million times, and it has never turned me on like this before.
I’m thirty years old. I shouldn’t be randomly popping wood like I’m a teenager again. And it’s obviously random,not from staring at Parker and his muscles flexing as he shows off how strong he is.I would know if I was into guys by now. I’ve known Parker for pretty much the entire span of my memory, so surely something would have clued me in during all that time if I was attracted to him, or any man, for that matter.
He finishes the set, and thankfully, brings up a topic that distracts me from these confusing thoughts. “So is dinner at your grandparents' house still tonight?”
“Yeah, I think Jordan and Adrian were going to come this week to drag Beckett away from work.”
His flight back was this morning. The Werewolves’ loss last night knocked them out of the playoffs. It must have been devastating for him. I’m glad he’ll be surrounded by friends and family tonight for support.
“Are we all driving together?” he asks.
“Yeah, Adrian offered to take us all.” I love that our smallest friend, I think I’ve heard him describe himself as a twink, drives the biggest car. He says that it’s practical, but I’ve always thought it seemed a little more “soccer mom” than a single guy living in the city really needed. But, Adrian is a natural caretaker, and I think he likes being able to have the option to bring us all anywhere we need. He also likes to drive so that he can control the music selection. Apparently, my 90s and early 2000s punk-rock playlist really offended him the last time I tried to DJ.
I’m relieved we’re all going together so I won’t be alone in a car with Parker for the entire drive to the suburbs. Which is such a sad thought to acknowledge. Parker is my very favorite person, and there is no reason I shouldn’t be able to spend a car ride alone with him, no matter how awkward I’m being about the kiss.
“Is he picking us up here, or are we all meeting at his place?” Parker asks. I’m sure he was in the group chat too, but sometimes he mutes it if they’re sending too many texts while he’s trying to focus on something, and then he forgets to turn it back on. Plus, he knows I’ll keep him in the loop, so he doesn’t really need to worry about it.
“We’re meeting at Adrian’s in an hour,” I answer stiffly. I really hope Parker doesn’t realize how strange I’m being. I don’t want him to think I’m mad at him or anything.Just super distracted by how soft your lips were last night.Fuck. I need to get my act together before we’re in front of our friends or they’re definitely going to know something is going on.
Adrian hassome upbeat pop playlist going as we head to my grandparents’ house in the suburbs. “House” might not be the right label, but mansion sounds so pretentious. Jordan is riding up front with Adrian, and Beck is in the other bucket seat in the second row of the SUV, next to me. I’d offered it to Parker, but he told me to sit next to my brother and climbed into the third row, probably planning to do puzzles on his phone the whole ride anyway.
Jordan is a reporter, and he’s telling us about some fluff piece his news station made him cover recently about local squirrels and the best at-home squirrel viewing tips. “They wanted me to hold one!” he says, and we all laugh.
“A wild squirrel?” Beck asks, and Jordan shakes his head.
“No, they were trying to get a wildlife specialist with a domesticated squirrel that I could hold during the taping, thankfully they couldn’t find one in time and gave up on the idea.”
“Thank fuck they did,” Adrian adds. “Can youimagine if a wild animal scratched up your pretty face? I’m shocked that they would risk damaging your moneymaker like that!”
“Ha-ha” Jordan responds with an eye roll. But it’s a valid point, he’s hot, and I’m sure his looks help with their ratings.Have I always thought he’s attractive? Is that something only someone who’s attracted to other men would think?
“I have to admit that I was expecting you guys to be in worse moods today, Beck and Adrian,” I say, trying to stay focused on my friends and not thoughts of who’s attractive.
Adrian is Beck’s assistant at the Werewolves organization, but that title doesn’t seem to accurately portray how important I know he is to the company. The loss must have been really hard on him too.
“I’m absolutely devastated! The only reason I even got out of bed was your grandmother’s chef’s baking. You know his fudge is literally to die for,” Adrian answers. “Beck, on the other hand, has seemed perfectly fine about the loss. The traitor,” he adds.
“I’m also very upset!” Beck argues with an eyeroll. “I just have other things to focus on right now that can distract me from hockey,” he explains.
I gasp dramatically. “Nothing has ever been important enough to distractyoufrom hockey,” I tease.
“Fuck off,” he says, giving me a playful shove, but he’s also smiling. He’s been doing that a lot more in the last few months since he met Cody.
