Rogue Affair

by Rhys Everly

  I nodded.

  “And instead I pushed you away and thought you were going to trick me into a prank.”

  “It wasn’t your fault. Why would you think I was being genu—”

  He raised his hand between us to silence me.

  “Shut up for a second,” he said, and I obeyed.

  He stared at me, his blue eyes looking like the depth of the ocean. And like the depth of the ocean, I could drown just looking at them.

  “What are you doing?” I asked him when he didn’t say anything but kept on staring.

  “I have no idea,” he murmured and shifted a bit more until he was towering over the middle of the car. “Let me just… try something,” he muttered.

  His eyes were so close they were but a blur and his breath settled on my skin, giving me goosebumps.

  He was a dream, and I might as well have been dreaming because he didn’t stop moving until his lips were locked with mine, and his hand, the same hand he’d held up to shut me up, found its way on my cheek.

  My tongue touched his lips, but I’d never done this before. I had no idea how to kiss, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. And I was scared of pushing my tongue in his mouth. What if that didn’t happen in real life? What if it was one of those things that only happened in films and porn? What if Nathan didn’t like it, or he was disgusted by it?

  His tongue pressed between my own lips and gained access to my mouth, answering some of my questions.

  A dance between our tongues ensued, and I had no idea if I was leading or if Nathan was. A vibration crawled out of him in a moan and traveled down my entire body, down to every limb.

  As quick as it had begun, a slap brought me to my senses, and Nathan’s hand moved from my cheek to my chest pushing me away.

  “You idiot!” he exclaimed.

  “What did I do?”

  Had I kissed wrong? How was kissing supposed to work? Was I meant to have done something else?

  “We could have had this all along, and you chose being an ass?” he said, slapping me again, this time on the chest.

  I apologized, but he only huffed.

  “I hate you so much right now,” Nathan said, punching his steering wheel, the horn making both of us jump.

  “Of course you do. I put you through hell. Derek put you through hell. And I wasn’t there to protect you—”

  Nathan snapped his head back to me and slapped me on the chest.

  “Can you shut up? I’m trying to stay mad at you. I am mad at you,” he said, his fingers lingering over my nipple that was as hard as everything else on my body.

  I couldn’t breathe under his touch.

  “Stop being cute and apologetic. You’re supposed to be a hard-ass. Irredeemable and bullshit.”

  “I—”

  This time he physically grabbed my mouth to keep it shut and pierced me with his gaze, daring me to defy him.

  Whatever possessed me, I didn’t know, but I did it anyway.

  I opened my mouth and licked his fingers, my gaze pinned on him as I did.

  He watched me in disbelief, sucking on his fingers, and then he muttered, “Oh fuck it. Why not?” and pushed himself off his seat, putting his lips back where they belonged. On mine.

  The back of my seat reclined abruptly, and Nathan climbed on me before I could grasp what was going on.

  His weight made me lose my breath, and when I managed to find some oxygen, it only came out in a slow, excruciating grumble that made us both quiver.

  “You’re such a bastard,” Nathan mumbled while his hands navigated my body with an acute pressure that made my dick pulse. “We could have had this all along.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Stop apologizing,” he said, removing his lips from mine. “Be a dick. Be an asshole. Be anything other than nice.”

  His wandering hand found my crotch and tightened around my length. The soft cry he breathed made me dizzy with need.

  “Fuck me, you’re packing.”

  He moved down, his nose sinking into my skin, taking in all of my musk, and he nestled himself in the space in front of the car seat, his face pressed against my crotch.

  His fingers unbuttoned the dress pants with sharp movements, and he pulled the elastic band of my briefs. My cock jerked out of its shelter.

  Before Nathan managed to take me in his mouth, I opened my mouth ruining the moment. Probably.

  “Be gentle with me,” I said. “I’ve never… well, you know.”

  Nathan looked up at me with shock written on the wrinkles around his eyes.

  “You’ve never been blown before?”

  “I’ve never been… anything before.”

  His mouth twitched in an effort to say something, looking from me to my dick and back to me.

  “Well, there goes my plan for some hate blowies.”

  A laugh burst out of me, louder than warranted, and Nathan’s lips perked up in a smile.

  “Fine. You can hate blow me if you want,” I said. “But I can’t promise I will hate blow you, too.”

  “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make you,” he said and wrapped a hand around my girth, his mouth closing in around the tip of my cock.

  I lost my shit right there and then.

  His tongue massaged my length while his fingers jerked me off at the same time.

  “That’s-so-good,” I stammered, but Nathan didn’t stop. Instead, he swallowed me deeper, making me fuck his mouth harder.

  If this was a hate blowie, then I didn’t want to ever have a normal blowjob ever.

  My hands slid over Nathan’s head and rested there until Nathan reached out and squeezed my hands closed.

  “Gotcha. Hate sex,” I said and pulled fistfuls of locks from his generous hair.

  A deep guttural sound vibrated through him, and my cock jerked in response.

  “If… you… don’t,” I started, but all it took was for a little more rub and lick and my cum shot out of me right in his mouth.

  Nathan’s eyes searched for mine, his mouth still around my cock, swallowing every last drop, and even though it was dark, I could see the need in them.

  I just hoped he could see mine.

  Eighteen

  Nathan

  Well… that happened.

  And I wanted it to be over, but we were far from it.

  For starters, my dick was still hard as a rod and in need of sucking.

  And I couldn’t let him off the hook so easily.

  Blowing him wouldn’t get rid of the fantasies. But him blowing me would, right?

  We’d wasted so much time being enemies when we could be doing this?

  What the fuck was wrong with him!

  I slapped his chest again, and he protested, although without much spirit behind it.

  He was truly spent. Draped over the seat, his hands—and another extremity—were limp, eyes heavy but still open.

  “What was that for?” he asked.

  “You know what,” I told him. “Now switch places with me. You’re sucking me off.”

  I didn’t know where this bossiness was coming from, but my dick was well and truly enjoying it.

  “Am-am I? I’ve never done it before,” he said.

  “It’s not rocket science. You open your mouth, you suck. Like a lollipop. Only it’s a lot more salty than sweet.”

  Hudson cringed.

  “You’re making it sound real appealing,” he said.

  “Unless you’re a wuss, in which case I don’t care, and you’re still sucking my dick.”

  He smiled and rolled his eyes.

  “Fine, I guess,” he laughed.

  God, what was he doing to me?

  Well, I knew what.

  My fucking fantasy had become reality. And I was beyond pissed with how it had played out.

  He was supposed to be an asshole. He was supposed to be the douchewaffle I imagined when I was beating one while giving him Sweet_Peaches attributes.

  He wasn’t supposed to have some of those himself. Fu
cking bastard. Ruining it for all of us.

  We switched places, which was easier said than done, but Hudson would never fit in the nook in front of the seat. So I jumped to the back, and he followed suit.

  He peppered my body with kisses while I was stewing over how things were playing out.

  He wasn’t supposed to be in love with me, either.

  This complicated things, but I didn’t want to think about that right now.

  Because if I thought about it right now, I’d feel like a right bitch for using him for sex. Toying with his emotions.

  But it was his fault.

  It was his fault for falling in love with me and not knowing.

  It was his fault for being a douchewaffle and a bully.

  It was his fault for not telling me how he felt when he realized—probably rightfully so, because I’d have told him to go to hell.

  It was his fault he tried to kiss me at prom and I didn’t take him seriously. Because he could have been more persistent.

  And it was his fucking fault I’d gone three and a half years without those lips, that body, those eyes.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” he said from the crotchal region.

  “I’m thinking why the hell is my fly still done up,” I said and returned to the room.

  Well, car.

  “Back to work.”

  Hudson unbuttoned my trousers, but his gaze lingered on me.

  “Are you always this… mechanical?” he asked with a smirk.

  I let out a sigh and smiled.

  “I’m sorry. I’m being an ass on purpose,” I told him and pulled him up to me by the chin. “How can I hate fuck you when you’re so damn adorable?”

  “Thanks… I guess,” he said.

  My hands moved to the back of his neck and pulled him to my mouth, his lips sweet and so damn swollen I couldn’t stop biting them.

  “I can’t… believe… you never… told me,” I said between bites and licks.

  “I told you now,” he said.

  I looked at the grey of his eyes, so dark inside the car, and found myself looking at the eyes of my best friend.

  “That you did. And what a coming out.” I lifted my head for a peck on his lips. “What am I ever gonna do with you?”

  Hudson fingers traced my face while with his other hand, he massaged my hip until his hand trailed to my cock where he applied some gasp-inducing pressure.

  “Are you real?” he asked me, looking into my eyes. “Or are you a dream again?”

  “Oh, I’m real, baby.”

  I rubbed the heels of my palms on his stubble, and he rubbed his on my cock.

  “You’re killing me here,” I said, unable to stop gazing into him.

  He was so fucking gorgeous, so fucking huge, so fucking cute. Every inch of him was carved perfection one could only find in a sculpture.

  “Good killing or bad killing?” He smirked.

  That fucking smirk.

  “Goo-ood killing,” I stuttered as his hand slipped under my pants. “Fuck!”

  He slid his hand up and down my shaft with relative sloppiness, but my dick didn’t mind in the slightest. If anything, it got a kick out of the roughness.

  Did I have a kink and not know it?

  Or did Hudson bring it out in me?

  We kissed again, this time he took the lead, biting my lip like I’d done his only moments ago and using his tongue to tease me.

  “Oh God, what are you doing to me?” I said.

  He didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled and kissed his way to my crotch, releasing my cock from its confines.

  He started by kissing my cock with lips and tongue, sending spine quivering tingles all the way to my head—the north one.

  “Is this good?” he asked.

  “Mmm… I’ll say,” I mumbled.

  When he turned his attention back to my cock, he opened his mouth and took me in, the heat travelling to the small of my back making me sweat.

  He sucked softly at first, almost delicately, working up to swallowing me all the way.

  Mind you, I’m not big by any capacity, definitely smaller than him, but…

  “I thought… you said… this… was your first time,” I gasped, and he released me.

  “It is. Am I not doing it right?” he asked.

  “God, no! You’re good. Fucking good. With no gag reflex, apparently.”

  He laughed.

  “I guess porn is good for something,” he said and sucked me again.

  He held my cock at the base with two fingers, making it look far more superior than it actually was, and he bobbed his head up and down until I stopped thinking about everything that had brought us to this car in the middle of a field and to the actual here and now.

  The here and now where Hudson, my best friend, was about to make me come, make me unravel under his touch.

  My chest filled with air, trying to breathe, my tip all the way to the back of Hudson’s throat, and I warned him I wasn’t gonna last long.

  Once I told him, he took me out of his mouth and palmed my dick under his mouth.

  “Come for me, Nathan,” he begged. “I want to see your cum shoot out of you before I eat it.”

  I didn’t last longer than that. Could you blame me? My cum came out in white, creamy squirts that sprinkled all over my stomach, running down Hudson’s fingers, probably sputtering somewhere Maya wouldn’t be happy about.

  And when I thought we were done and I could breathe like a normal human being again, Hudson licked his fingers clean, slurped up my cum from my stomach with a hungry lap, and climbed on top of me to kiss me.

  With his cum breath.

  Well, my cum, technically.

  Fuck fantasy. This was better than fantasy.

  This was hot sex between best friends.

  Because I had got my best friend back, hadn’t I?

  And that was all Hudson could be.

  Best friend.

  With benefits maybe.

  Hudson took a deep breath and looked at me in the eyes.

  Those grey fucking eyes.

  Yeah.

  Definitely benefits.

  Nineteen

  Hudson

  “What a crazy night,” Nathan said next to me.

  He’d driven us to the shore, and we were currently lying on the car’s hood gazing at the clear night sky.

  “It was. But I’m glad it was. Because it forced me to do something I’ve wanted to do since forever,” I said and felt Nathan’s piercing eyes on my face.

  “Well, it certainly was a great way to bury the hatchet,” he said.

  Was that all it was? Burying the hatchet?

  All I wanted was to do what I did with him in the car only half hour ago again. And more.

  The taste of his cum still salted my tongue. The memory of him coming to his undoing was etched on the back of my eyelids every time I closed my eyes.

  If I could watch him unravel over and over until I died, I’d have no complaints.

  But Rome wasn’t built in a day, and I was happy to have my best friend back. Or I hoped that’s what he meant, anyway.

  “I can’t believe those bastards knew the truth and never said anything,” he said, and this time I turned to look at him, but his eyes were searching the stars.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I guess he used his dad to scare them.”

  “I’ll fucking say. They better do something now, though. You know,” he glanced at me, “Maya and I visited Santiago Torres to talk about Felicity.”

  That took me by surprise. Why would he do that?

  I knew he’d said he was going to take care of her, but I didn’t expect him to try and do something.

  But I should have known. This was Nathan we were talking about. If he said he was going to do something, you better fucking believe he would.

  He’d proven as much by not giving up on our lessons.

  “Yeah. But he said there was nothing we could do. Free speech and some bullshit. However, he did ment
ion defamation charges,” he continued.

  I huffed and looked away from him.

  “I definitely have no money for that,” I said.

  “I know,” he said. “Besides, I think after what happened tonight, word will travel fast, so let’s hope it takes care of her sad little campaign.”

  “You think?”

  “I do.” He smiled, making me feel at peace inside.

  Something I hadn’t felt in a long while.

  We let the silence build between us, and for a change, it wasn’t awkward. The splash of the waves gave rhythm to the sound of the crickets’ chirp, making our chill-out place our own special concert of nature.

  “You know, when I was younger,” I said, “I used to think the sound field crickets made was the sound of the stars shining.”

  It sounded so stupid and naïve, but even to this day, their little song put me at ease and made me feel like the world wasn’t all that unwelcoming. That if the stars could make such a friendly, undisturbing sound, then perhaps the rest of the world wasn’t as scary as it seemed.

  “You did?” he drawled. “That’s adorable.”

  I’d never told a soul. It was no surprise he didn’t know, but the fact that he found it adorable made my cheeks warm and my heart flutter.

  “I’m so sorry that asshole destLinced your future,” he said when I didn’t say anything after a while.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t come out sooner,” I said.

  And I meant it. It had been a hell of an adolescence, but I wished I could take everything back and start over.

  “I overreacted,” he said. “We don’t all have the same journey, and I’d be stupid if I said we all have a clear-cut way of how we come to terms with who we are. Do I wish it hadn’t involved me taking flack for it? Fuck yes. But I get it.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t say it otherwise,” he said.

  His smirk was kissable.

  Hell, his entire face was kissable. And lickable. But I was too scared to do anything about it. Surprise, surprise.

  “You’re weird,” I said.

  Nathan laughed.

  “So people keep saying, but what can I do?” he said.

  “Nothing. Never change,” I begged him. “You’re pretty fine as you are.”