Fake Boyfriend Breakaways: A Short Story Collection

by Eden Finley

  “But I’m adorable, right?”

  I sigh. “Something like that.”

  Aron pouts and blinks those big puppy dog eyes at me.

  “Fine, let’s go home.”

  Aron’s face lights up as if he wasn’t expecting me to give in. “Really?”

  “As long as you know that if this backfires, it’s all your fault.”

  “I will take full responsibility.”

  That’s great, but I don’t see how that will mend my broken heart when it all turns to shit.

  If I think the walk home is awkward, with us barely talking and our hands in our pockets, it’s nothing compared to when we get back to Aron’s place.

  “Umm …” He shifts from one foot to the other, and I stand stiff and frozen as if I’d never been in his apartment before. I glance around the small space, looking anywhere but at him.

  I throw my hands up in defeat. “See, it’s already weird between us, and we haven’t even done anything yet. Maybe this isn’t a great idea. I should just—”

  Aron crosses the room in the blink of an eye. Without warning, his mouth is on mine, and holy mother of God, I thought I was a strong man. I may look small and meek on the outside, but I have strength in other areas. Like my willpower.

  Aron’s gone and fucked that right up with one kiss that sets my body on fire. His tongue teases mine, and suddenly my eighteen-year-old self is cheering with glee, while I melt under a tempting mouth that’s determined to make me cave.

  I’ve thought about doing this since freshman year of college but had given up the idea well before graduation. Doesn’t stop me from wanting more now though.

  He angles his head, pushing mine back farther because he’s so much damn taller than me. And when his hold tightens around me as his hand goes to my ass, I can’t stop the groan I’ve been desperately trying to keep in.

  My hands roam over his chest and stomach, the ridges hardening under my fingers.

  Dayyymn.

  “You’re a really good kisser,” he murmurs, and I laugh.

  “Did you assume I had no skills?”

  “No, but fuck, I need another taste.” His mouth comes back down on mine, and it’s hungry, powerful … the type of kiss that makes toes curl and clothes fall off.

  As if on cue, Aron’s hands go to my button-down shirt, and he starts undressing me. His touch is tender and slow, unlike his mouth, and when my shirt opens, exposing my chest and stomach, he runs his large hand down to my abs.

  My fingers thread through his hair as I continue to kiss and grope his hard muscles.

  He moans into my mouth, and without warning, he grips the backs of my thighs and hoists me in the air as if I weigh nothing. My legs go around his waist as he carries me to his bedroom.

  When he drops me, I land on the bed with a bounce, but I don’t even have time to steady myself when a large weight climbs on top of me.

  And then I’m there, laid out for him, expecting him to undress and fuck me, but instead, he straddles my hips and sits up, staring down at me with what can only be described as confusion marring his handsome face.

  “What’s wrong?” I rasp.

  “I don’t know whether to suck you or bend over for you.”

  Hearing him offer himself to me does things to me. Not only does it set my body to fire on all synapses, but my chest warms at the sentiment. Most guys assume that I’m a bottom, when in reality, I prefer to top. I’m good to go either way, but some guys have issues with a smaller guy topping them—like it’s emasculating or what-the-fuck-ever. Those guys are losers.

  And Aron’s not. He’s willing—encouraging even.

  My cock leaks, and I’m about two seconds away from blowing. “I don’t know why we’d have to choose. We can do both. How about we start with getting rid of the rest of our clothes first. We can improvise from there.”

  “Improvising can be fun.” Aron reaches back and takes off his shirt, showing off golden tanned skin and his lion tattoo over his impressive biceps.

  I run my fingers down his tattoo, remembering when he got it in college.

  Aron laughs. “God, that stupid tattoo.”

  “It’s sexy.”

  He shakes his head. “I wanted to be badass.”

  “And lions are totally badass,” I mock.

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  We get lost in each other again, but it’s not long until he pulls back and stands at the foot of the bed. His hands go to the fly of his jeans, and he expertly gets rid of them in record time considering they’re tight enough to be painted on.

  My breath gets caught in my throat. My mouth goes dry, and my fingers itch to reach out for him and his awe-inspiring cock. It’s long and thin, just like him, and he’s perfectly proportioned.

  His shaggy light-brown hair falls in his eyes, making him blink rapidly. “Thought we were getting rid of our clothes.” His eyes trail down my exposed abdomen to my jeans which are still fastened.

  “Sorry. Got distracted by a fucking gorgeous guy getting naked for me.”

  “I wouldn’t know what that’s like. The gorgeous guy in front of me still has damn clothes on.”

  I’m unable to stop staring. Aron fully clothed is something. Naked … it’s like a whole other level of want.

  “Okay, now I’m getting self-conscious,” he says.

  “Undress me,” I croak. “I mean, I want you to do it for me.”

  Aron smiles. “Lazy ass.”

  “Saving my energy for when I’m fucking you.”

  “In that case,” he says dryly. One knee hits the mattress and then the next. He stalks toward me on his hands and knees, and instead of going straight for my jeans, he blankets my body with his and kisses me hard.

  He doesn’t even try to undress me and just keeps kissing me as his hard dick presses against mine.

  A sudden hate for zippers makes me growl, and Aron chuckles. I want my clothes gone. I want to explore every inch of Aron’s body which I fantasized about a million years ago. And then I want to push him down and fuck him so hard he won’t be able to do anything but lie there, take it, and love every fucking second of it.

  He finally reaches for my jeans, while I sit up and lose my shirt off my shoulders. When we manage to get me completely naked and I lie back, my long hair splays out above my head.

  “Wy … you’re so Goddamn beautiful.” Aron’s tone is raspy, and when he closes his mouth over one of my nipples, I feel the vibration on my skin as he moans.

  Aron moves south, slowly, torturously. It’s agonizing to the point my hips lift off the bed, pushing my leaking dick against his chest.

  He looks up at me. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you patience is a virtue?”

  “Dude. Do not bring up my mother right now.”

  Aron chuckles. “I just figured you might need a little something to calm you down.” His hand reaches for my cock and gives it a hard pump. “You’re leaking for me, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

  “Maybe you should do something to fix that.”

  With a wicked grin, Aron lowers his head and sucks the tip of my cock into his warm mouth.

  “Holy fucking Jesus,” I whisper.

  “Mmm, and you taste good too,” he murmurs and then licks more precum from my slit. “How the hell did I not know how big your fucking cock is?”

  I laugh. “It’s a proportion thing. Us small guys all have big cocks compared to the rest of our bodies. It’s like we need extra help with our center of gravity.”

  Aron breaks into full-on laughter. “Right. Maybe that’s my problem. My height makes my dick look smaller.”

  “Trust me, I just saw what you’re packing, and there’s nothing small about it.”

  “Not in comparison to you. I can’t wait to have this thing inside me.” His hand strokes my cock, slowly.

  I groan and writhe beneath him, which amuses him.

  “Not funny. You’re killing me,” I complain.

  “Best way to go
out. Death by blowjob. Sign me up.” He lowers his head again, this time taking the whole thing into his mouth and adding just enough suction to drive me fucking mad.

  He sucks me hard and starts bobbing his head, moving over me fast and on a mission.

  “Aron,” I warn but it comes out like a breath. “Aron.” Great, now my voice sounds garbled. “Fuck, stop or I’m gonna come,” I yell.

  With a chuckle, he slowly pulls off my dick, and I sink back into the bed, trying to catch my breath. I wrap my fingers around my cock and squeeze to bring me back from the edge.

  “Where are your supplies?” I ask.

  He reaches over, and his sweat-wet hair falls across his forehead. I watch him pull out lube and a condom, and the way his muscles tighten and move, the way his long and toned body looks naked … this isn’t doing anything to help calm me down.

  Aron opens the condom with his teeth and starts rolling it down my cock, but when he catches my gaze, he must mistake my concentration frown for concern. “You still with me?”

  “Get on all fours,” I rasp.

  He grins. “I like bossy Wyatt.”

  “I’m bossy all the time.”

  “Good point, but you’ve never had this growly thing in your voice before. It’s adorable.”

  “If by adorable you mean manly and all alpha-like, then yes, it’s adorable.”

  I ignore his laughter as he gets on his stomach. Grabbing a pillow, I lift his hips and place it under him.

  Starting slow, I cover his body with mine, my dick fitting perfectly in his ass crack. My lips caress the base of his neck and then his shoulder blade. When my hips do tiny thrusts, he lifts his ass off the bed for more friction.

  He grumbles into his pillow something about delayed gratification.

  “Sorry, what was that?”

  “Need to come already.”

  “We haven’t even gotten started.”

  “If I recall, you were two seconds away from coming down my throat, and now you’re saying we’ve only just started? I want a refund.”

  “I’m sorry, when did I become a hooker in this situation?” I laugh.

  “Ooh, roleplaying can be fun. If, you know, you hurry up and get to the fucking, anyway.”

  “I was kinda thinking I could do something else first.”

  I kiss my way down his back and grip his ass cheeks in my hands to pull them wide, exposing a tight little hole I can’t wait to get inside.

  When my tongue lands on him, he groans so loud I’m pretty sure his neighbors can hear it.

  “Fuck yes, Wyatt. Oh my God.” He breathes heavy and his hips rock.

  I can’t believe I’m doing this with Aron. My dick pulses and leaks precum at the thought.

  My college crush.

  I’d long given up on the idea of us. By college graduation, he’d turned into one of my closest friends.

  Forcing myself to go slow so I can savor every moment, I rim him until he’s breathless and rasping for more.

  I lean back on my heels and grab the lube. The second I leave him, he lets out a whine.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” My hand lands on his hip reassuringly, and he covers it with his.

  He turns his head, and we lock eyes.

  Something passes between us, but I don’t know what it is.

  “Roll over,” I order.

  Aron lands on his back eagerly and raises his legs.

  I have to bite my knuckles and grunt, because holy fuck that’s hot. Long, hard dick pointing up to his stomach and his hole spit-slick and ready to be stretched.

  “If you don’t hurry up and do something, I might have to take things into my own hands.” Aron reaches for his cock and strokes it long and slow.

  I knock his hand away. “That’s mine.” At least for tonight, anyway.

  “Then hurry up and make it yours.”

  With slick fingers, I push into his ass at the same time I bend down to take his cock in my mouth. I want to make the most of whatever temporary, drunken act we’ll chalk this up to tomorrow.

  I’m still so achingly hard I want nothing more than to bury myself inside him, but he’s insanely tight, even just around my fingers.

  Aron’s hand wraps itself in my long hair, and I wait for the inevitable tug and hard grip that I’m used to.

  My hair is a masterpiece, not handlebars, assholes.

  I’d let Aron do it though. Fuck, I think I’d let Aron do anything to me. And here’s the thing—all he does is caress and cradle the back of my head. There’s no hair pulling and no forcing my head down farther to choke on his dick.

  He’s sweet and attentive even though I’m the one pumping three fingers inside his ass.

  I pull off his cock with a wet pop. “I so hope you’re ready, because I can’t hold back anymore.”

  Breathless and already sweaty, Aron says, “Ready. Fuck, I’m so ready.”

  I force myself to ease inside him, because I’m not convinced he’s had enough prep, but his body relaxes after only a second or two. Being inside Aron is better than I’d ever fantasized about. The snug fit of his tight channel has my heartbeat throbbing in my dick.

  He gives me an encouraging nod, and when I start to move, my whole world shifts. Everything I thought I knew becomes a lie, and existence as I’ve known it no longer exists. There’s only me and Aron and his insanely tight ass.

  I roll my hips, taking my time as I thrust in and out. Between heavy breaths, I reach down and rub my hand over his chest, his pecs, and his stomach. I tweak a nipple, and he throws his head back and curses. My lips trail down the center of his chest until he grabs me around the back of my head and pulls me up so they smash against his mouth.

  His tongue fucks my mouth in rhythm with my hips, and that’s all it takes for me to lose my mind. I don’t have control over my body as I thrust harder, deeper, faster.

  Aron raises his legs more, holding them open for me with his hands bracing his shins. He writhes beneath me and lets out a round of expletives. “Touch me,” he begs. “I need you to—”

  My hand goes to his cock, furiously tugging on it.

  Our breathing and the slapping of our bodies together become the only sounds to fill the apartment until Aron shouts through his orgasm, coating both of us, but mostly my hand, in cum.

  His ass tightens around my cock, and I’m so close to the edge. All I have to do is …

  “Oh fuck!” I yell as my orgasm slams into me like a freight train.

  I collapse, still shuddering inside him as my head lands on his cum-covered chest.

  A hand runs down my sweaty back, we both breathe hard, and then I realize I’m probably squashing him.

  I try to move, but my arms and legs are like lead. When I finally find the energy to roll off him, I land by his side, and he looks over at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen come out of him.

  “Best. Rebound. Ever.”

  And even though it’s what I’m expecting, my heart sinks.

  3

  Aron

  I’m about to fall asleep into a blissed-out, yet still messy, state when Wyatt shifts beside me, climbing out of bed. I reach for him. “Where are you going?”

  “I’m gonna head home.”

  “Huh?” I turn to my bedside clock. “It’s two in the morning. Just stay. It’s not like we haven’t crashed at each other’s place before.”

  Wyatt hesitates, and I have no idea why. “O-okay. Let me just …” He gestures to the condom and then points to the bathroom.

  I wait for him to get back, grabbing some tissues from my bedside and wiping most of myself clean while I do, but he takes forever. A shower would be good, but I’m still drunk on Wyatt and too sated to get up.

  Eventually, my eyelids grow too heavy, and I don’t know how much later it is when I feel his body sliding into bed next to mine, but I reflexively wrap my arm around him. “Noah hated cuddling. Please tell me you’re a snuggle whore like me.”

  Wyatt laughs. “I don’t mind it.”
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  “Why were you in the bathroom for so long?” I murmur, and then a thought occurs to me. My eyes fly open, and I’m suddenly not tired anymore. I lean up on my elbow to face him. “Am I that shitty in bed you needed to jerk off afterward? Because if I’m not mistaken, you totally came.”

  He laughs again. “Oh my God, you’re an idiot. You want the truth? Like the real truth?”

  “Yes. Unless it’s that you were taking a dump, because you know, need-to-know basis and whatnot.”

  Wyatt shakes his head. “I was … I was kinda freaking out.”

  My brow furrows. “Why?”

  “We’ve been friends for almost ten years. Ten years.”

  “Eight. You’re totally rounding up.”

  Wyatt sighs and stares at the ceiling.

  “If you want to walk out of here tomorrow and pretend it never happened, I understand, but I’m not gonna lie and say I regretted it, because I don’t. We both needed this.”

  I really hope he doesn’t want us to forget tonight, because I don’t think it’d be possible even if I wanted to, but I don’t want this to come between us, and if he thinks he can’t be friends with me after it, I’ll force myself to forget.

  “I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen,” Wyatt whispers, “but, I mean, where do we go from here? This was a one-time thing, right?”

  “We can make it whatever you want it to be.”

  “It’d be smart to make this a one-time thing.”

  I cock my head. “Did we ever claim to be smart people?”

  Wyatt laughs, and for some reason, it sounds so much more melodic than it ever has before, and it warms my chest … and other areas.

  I roll into him, placing my hardening cock against his thigh. “We could make it a one-night thing, if you really want.”

  One night, two nights, eternity ... right now, I think I’d take anything Wyatt offered me.

  “You wanna fuck me this time?”

  “Oh, hell yes.” That’s all I need to get me to reach for another condom in my drawer.

  “He shoots from the three line … and he scores!” I yell and throw my hands up.

  “Congratulations, you beat a girl,” Skylar says and chases after the basketball.