Page 59 of Besties
“Wanna know how many boxes of tissues disappeared in my house because of you?” he asked.
“I used a sock,” I gasped out. “Mom had to buy new ones because they kept disappearing.”
He leaned in and slid his tongue over my too hot, too tight skin, and I grabbed his head, mashing it down onto my nip. He took the hint and went to work, nibbling, laving, gently chewing on one as his thick fingers manipulated the other. It was pure bliss and torture. No one ever made me feel like he could. Like he was burning me up from the inside out, reducing the memories of the losers I’d been with to ash and filling my head with what should have always been there.
“Richie!” I keened, my voice breaking.
He enclosed my cock in his oversized hand, stroking from head to balls. “Who does this belong to Max?”
I was about to blurt out it was his, but then I remembered him saying I belonged to no one. Well, he was wrong. I would never lie to him, so he’d have to accept what I was about to say as the truth.
“It belongs to you, Richie. No,Ibelong to you. I have for my entire life, but was too scared to tell you. I’m not afraid anymore.”
With those words, he took my cock into his mouth, and I’m not ashamed to admit, I screamed his name.
A thin shaftof light peeked through the curtains. I lay beside Richie, an ache in my ass I would always relish. I thought about the people who’d dismissed Richie as a lover, and shook my head over what idiots they were. He was kind, attentive, hung like a fucking bull, and… he loved me.
“Whatcha thinking about?” he murmured, stroking thick fingers over my ribs.
“You.” I rolled until I could look into his eyes. “I wish….”
“What? Tell me what you wish.”
How could I put it into words? How does one compress the enormity of feelings you’ve had for someone their entire life into a few sentences?
“I wish I hadn’t been so much of a coward,” I replied. “If I had told you how I felt, maybe I wouldn’t have—”
“Stop. Please.” He slid an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “If you had told me when we were younger how you felt, I probably would have panicked and ran away. I wasn’t ready to hear it. My whole life I’d grown up being the fat kid. The one who would never have anyone in his life. I did have my best friend, though. I was happy with that, and would have remained so. But as time went by, my feelings became sharper. No longer was I content to be near you. Now I wanted to know what it would be like to have you under me. To know how it would feel to be inside of you. To… own you.” He closed his eyes and shuddered. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I demanded. “For being on a journey of self-discovery? Why would you be sorry about that?”
“No!” He bit his lip. “For thinking I could own you like you were some kind of prize to be won. To keep you away from all the losers who you seemed to fall for. Wondering why I wasn’t good enough. Why you never sawme.”
And the words were out there. Finally. “I did see you. I always did. The thing was, I couldn’t be honest with you because the risk of losing my best friend? It scared me to death. So you see, neither of us was ready yet. We both had to find out who we were. But never think you weren’t good enough for me, Richie. If I believed in a soul, I would have sold mine to be yours.”
He smiled, then leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t a mauling or claiming kiss, just a sweet peck that had warmth pooling in my belly. It was amazing how every little part of me….
It struck me then, in that moment. The start to undoing Teaching Time’s problems. The solution to get that smile back on Richie’s face. The one thing that might show him I was a good choice for the job.
“Richie? We need to get to work.”
He groaned and rolled onto his back. “Why? What’s the sense? Let the investigators do what they’re being paid for. We can take the day off and laze around.” He nudged me with his elbow. “Maybe today you can fuck me.”
It was sweet, but I knew to my core Richie wasn’t meant to be a bottom. His personality was too big, his heart too tender. He might do it because he thought I wanted it, but if he was being honest, it didn’t interest him at all. I was okay with that. I’d topped before, and it wasn’t really my thing. The people I’d done it with seemed to enjoy it well enough, and I orgasmed, but that connection I’d always felt when they were pushing into me? When they were pumping a load into my ass? With condoms, of course. Richie was the only person I’d ever consider going without for. He was the only one I trusted enough. So, yeah. He had no desire to bottom, and I knew that. I was also keenly aware I didn’t want to top. We made a great team.
“We both know you’re not interested in that,” I answered slowly.
“I’d do it for you,” he blurted.
And that was my proof. “You don’t have to bottom for me because you think I want it. Topping is okay, if you enjoy it. Me? Too much like work. I love being the one who is staring up into your eyes. Seeing you come apart as my ass squeezes your cock. The look on your face when your orgasm hits and you’re cumming in me while my hole milks you dry.” I kissed him. “Don’t bottom if you’re not interested. Why should we waste the time?”
He frowned. “What if later I decide I really do want to try it?” he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.
“Then I’d be happy to do it with you,” I assured him. “If and when you want it. But you actually need to go into it with an open mind.”
He blew out a breath. “But you enjoy it. Maybe I would too.”
“You might. Bottoming is amazing, but it’s not for everyone.” This was going to get us nowhere, and I knew it. Richie wasn’t interested—for the moment—in bottoming, and he was getting himself all twisted up over it. “Can’t we just take it one day at a time? If you never feel like it, we don’t have to do it.”
