Page 23 of Kicking it with my Fake Fiancé
Once we slipped into bed, I turned to Jared and pulled his arm around my shoulders. He held me close for several moments before pulling back.
“Are we okay?”
I nodded. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
His shoulder shifted as he shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just, the song and the kiss and the holding hands. I wasn’t sure where we stood. Like, what’s real and what’s just for the show.”
I looked up at him and put a hand on his hip under the covers. Taking a deep breath, I decided just to give in and tell him my thoughts. “Jared… Ilikeyou.”
He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, he looked at me intently. “You don’t have to say that just because of today. Or just because of the show. I want us to be honest with each other, just like we always have been. Best friends. That’s the most important thing.”
His little speech made my stomach twist into knots. Did he feel the same, or was he trying to let me down gently? I nodded. “I am being honest.”
“Good. Because I like you too.”
Relief flooded me, and tears prickled my eyes, threatening to fall. I was happier than I’d ever been with a partner, and I was lucky enough to have these feelings for my best friend. A lump formed in my throat, emotions threatening to overtake me.
With that, he leaned in and kissed me, so tenderly that it almost made me cry. As we kissed, he ran his fingers through my hair, and I gripped his hip, shifting closer, heat pooling in my groin. I wanted him to knowexactlyhow I felt. No more guessing, no more hoping. Just the truth, straightforward and honest and easy.
Even though I was bisexual, I didn’t have a wealth of experience with men. Still, we’d had a growing sexual tension between us since the beginning, since that first breathtaking kiss in the airport, and the second searing kiss in the clothing store. He shifted his hips forward and our bodies connected, sending a shiver through me. A groan slipped out of his throat as we kissed, sparking a bolt of lust through me.
Jared pulled back for a moment. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything,” I breathed.
“We’ve been best friends for half our lives.Platonicbest friends. What changed?”
“You kissed me in the airport, and everything changed.” It was as simple as that.
“Jesus,” he groaned. A moment later, he flipped me to my back and straddled me. “Wanna taste you,” he murmured, easing down my body. I whimpered and nodded before yanking my boxers down to my knees.
I exhaled sharply as he took my tip between his lips, rolling my hips up to meet his eager mouth. He groaned as he took me in his mouth, dipping down to take more in and stroking my crown with his tongue. I could hardly believe it was happening. Not only was I with a man, that man was Jared, my best friend. I wanted him more than anything. In that moment, everything was changing. The line between friendship and desire was blurring more and more, and both joy and lust filled me.
With his hands, he stroked and gripped my thighs, alternating between digging his fingers into the muscles and touching me gently. The touch made my head spin with desire and I had to force myself to stay calm, not to fall apart entirely right then.
I lifted my hands, braced them against the wall behind me, and closed my eyes, murmuring in Norwegian about how I wanted more, swearing and begging, rocking my hips up to meet his greedy mouth. When Jared moved his hands to stroke my balls and shaft while he sucked me, I whimpered again and dropped a hand to tangle in his dark hair, urging him to suck me faster, deeper.
I caught my hips roiling desperately, gripping his hair harder, and Jared moaned when I tightened my fingers. He sucked me like he was desperate to taste me, and I wanted to give him everything. I couldn’t help myself, and I begged for more, my brain reverting to Norwegian. “Mer, mer. Vær så snill, ikke stop.” I never wanted him to stop.
It wasn’t long until I was nearing the edge, and I whimpered again. Jared moaned as my cock swelled in his mouth, and a few seconds later, I came, unloading into his mouth with a deep groan and a thrust upward. He swallowed and bobbed his head, continuing to suck me dry. When the orgasm subsided and the shock waves ceased, he pulled off, releasing me gently and rolling to his side to look up at my face. My chest was heaving with exertion, but my gaze was on him. Jared’s eyes were dark, darker than usual, and there was a self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Kristus.”
He grinned. “So good you forgot how to speak English, huh?”
I swatted his shoulder affectionately. “The part of my brain that speaks English was on vacation temporarily.”
Jared bit his bottom lip and looked at me with a slight frown. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Was that—was that your first time, you know, with a man?”
Heat flooded my cheeks and I nodded. “I’ve always had attraction to men, but I’ve never had an experience with a man. I’m glad it was with you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re bi? You’ve always known about me being gay.”
I shrugged gently. “It didn’t feel relevant. I didn’t have a man in my life to tell you about.”
