by Sarah Havan
Lately, Conrad was always on my mind, and I had to do something to distract myself because while something might’ve begun between the two of us, neither of us said much about it. And I wasn’t too sure what to say. If I said, “Conrad, I want to be with you more than anything else in this world,” it could send him running. Who wants their best friend to confess such a thing? And if he didn’t feel the same way, talk about putting a strain on our relationship. So, I decided to focus on the paper I had due in my British literature course. I packed up my books in my messenger bag, getting ready to head out.
“Where you going?” Conrad asked as I slipped my bag over my head.
“To study. Probably at the coffee place. I have this paper due.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
“I should probably go alone. I want to get this done.”
“Okay,” he said, his shoulders dropping. He actually looked sad that I said no.
“C’mon,” I said.
“Cool, I have a test in anatomy I have to study for.”
We sat across from each other in the coffee house. He kept glancing at me over his notecards. I tried to pay attention to the passages I underlined in my book, all while fighting this urge I had to crawl across the table, grab his T-shirt, and pull him toward me for a kiss. It was like my want for him grew by the hour. He infiltrated every part of my brain and my loins because sitting there, I had such a hard-on thinking about how he was looking at me.
“What are you reading?” Conrad asked.
“Nothing much. I’m sure it’ll bore you,” I said, inhaling the aroma of fresh ground coffee beans and the musky, outdoors smell that was Conrad.
“Just because I’ve been a jock my whole life doesn’t mean I don’t take an interest in literature.”
“What was the last book you read?” I asked, teasing him.
“Shut up. I’m just trying to make conversation. You’re so quiet.”
“Didn’t I tell you I had to study. Don’t you have to study?”
Conrad bobbed his head. “I suppose. Hey, um, I wanted to say something to you.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
He bit the corner of his bottom lip and drummed his fingers on the table. “Um, well.”
I sipped my coffee, waiting for what he had to say.
“Nothing, forget it. Let’s just keep studying.”
When we walked home, our feelings for each other were so close to the surface—it was hard not pick up on them. His hand brushed mine as we walked, and we both glanced down at them. When we got closer to the dorms, he tangled his fingers between mine, and we walked hand in hand back to our room, not saying anything.
***
“Can I climb into bed with you?” I asked after we both got under our covers the next night to do some binge-watching. We hadn’t said much to each other since we got home from the coffee shop the day before, and I wanted to be near him, smell him, touch him.
“Come on in,” Conrad said, lifting up his blanket.
“And you’re just in your underwear.” He wore gray boxer briefs and looked so incredibly sexy, inviting me into his bed. I sat up but had yet to move.
“Are you getting in my bed or not?”
I went over and lay down next to him, rolling onto my side, so we were face to face.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Can I kiss you?” I asked. The words came out of my mouth before my brain could even register what I said. I guess, my body knew what it wanted—the gorgeous man next to me in bed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Conrad leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped as he separated our lips with his tongue and cupped the back of my head with his hand. I threaded my fingers through his hair, and Conrad rolled us so I lay on my back and he lay on top of me. Our kiss became forceful, hungry. Wrapping my arms around him, he sucked on my bottom lip, taking my wrists and raising my arms above my head, rubbing his palms down my arms and back up.
Our mouths met again, and his tongue twirled around mine as he caressed my chest and stroked my nipple with his thumb. My breathing picked up, and my cock swelled even more. I hooked my legs around his thighs, and he gripped my biceps, pinning me to the bed. He pressed his hips against me; his hardness grazing mine. My body shivered at the sensation, and it kept coming as he grinded into me. I wanted to grab his hair, his shoulders, something, but I couldn’t move my arms.
I whimpered at my pulsing want, at my need for more and not being to grab onto to something and ride it out. Instead, the jolts of ecstasy from his cock rubbing on mine kept coming, and I trembled, whimpering. He moved his hips again, thrusting up and down, his mouth commanding mine. I squirmed beneath him and bucked my hips. He kissed down my neck and chest and began sucking on my one nipple and then moving to the other one. A coil built in me, tightening as my body shook, as he sucked my nipples. And then it all came undone. I cried out as my orgasm hit me in waves, starting deep in me and then reaching my erection. Conrad’s body soon began to shudder as he released. He kissed my chest and then lay down on me.
“Are you okay with…”
“With what?” I asked, my breathing still heavy, everything in me still tingling.
“I guess me…”
“I’ll need a full sentence, Conrad.”
“I held you down. You elicit something in me that just … I don’t know what I’m trying to say, but it’s like I want you so much.”
“I want you, too, Conrad. Like you wouldn’t believe. And I think I’m okay with you taking charge.” I knew I had many future dreams to come with him pinning me down so he could give me pleasure.
“You only said think. I want to make sure I’m not forcing you into anything.” He put his hand on my cheek and turned my face to him.
“You’re not. Believe me, you’re not.”
“So the two of us?”
“Well, you’re definitely into guys, especially your best friend.” I soaked him in with my eyes: the large circumference of his biceps, his perfectly sculpted abs, the dark hair in the center of his chest. The way his honey-brown eyes were full of hunger for more.
“Yeah, I am. With baseball and my dad, I had it so drilled into me to be a certain way. My dad always saying I come from a long line of alpha males. And being gay never seemed to fit in with their vision of me, so it’s been hard for me to become comfortable in my own skin.”
“What about girls?”
“I’m not sure how much I’ve ever really liked girls. When I think of being with someone now, it’s always a man. So I don’t even know what that makes me.”
“It makes you Conrad. But you did refer to yourself as gay.”
“Yeah, I think I am.”
“Good for you, but why me all of a sudden?”
“I’m finally coming into my own I guess you could say, and I’ve been wanting to kiss you forever, and lately, I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanting to spend time with you, hold you, touch and kiss you. And it’s like I can’t hold it in anymore. And now, looking into those blue eyes of yours, I want to do what we did all over again.”
“We can. You can go alpha again,” I said with a shy smile.
“When my dad said that, I’m sure he didn’t mean by dominating my gay lover.”
“Now we know your interpretation of the word.”
“I’m totally taking off my underwear this time.”
“Take mine off too while you’re at it.”
His warm, naked body enveloped me, and he moaned, grinding his hips into mine. We got a good pace going, and I held on to him as my body shook, bliss washing over me, trying not to come already. Reaching between us, I took hold of him and smiled. He got on his knees. His cock was huge, and I pretty much started choking the second I took it in my mouth.
“Try just a little,” he said, petting my hair.
I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock and took in a bit, working his erection in and out of my mouth, my hand
s massaging his balls.
“Oh, Mason.”
I sucked on the tip and tried to take in some more, stroking his length as I sucked.
“Hey,” he said, letting out a long moan. He pushed me down onto the bed and took both my legs and shoved them back, pressing his glans against my hole.
“Jesus, Conrad. Don’t tease me like that.”
Chapter Six
Conrad
“Who says I’m teasing,” I said with a smile, bending forward and putting my hands on the inside of his thighs, lowering my face to his hole.
I lashed my tongue out and licked him.
Mason let out a high-pitched sound.
Spreading his cheeks with my hands, I dived in, kissing and sucking his hole, twirling my tongue around it, thrusting my tongue inside. Mason wriggled on the bed, screaming, clutching the sheets, and tossing his head.
I grabbed his thighs and held his legs back.
“Conrad,” Mason said with heaving breaths.
I lavished my tongue on him again, and he let out a whimper.
“Tell me you want this,” I grumbled. I pushed his legs back more, so he was almost folded in half, my hands behind his knees, and looked down into his eyes. My cock grazed his hole which was so wet.
He took a deep breath and let it out. “Do something. I need something, Conrad.”
“Tell me.”
He let out a moan. “I want this. I want it so bad. Make me come, Conrad.”
I pressed the tip of my hardness at his needy hole.
God, it was so tight.
I jumped when someone began banging on our door. My cock throbbed, telling me to go on, so I pushed against his opening. Ignoring whoever was out in the hall.
The door banging continued.
“Go away,” I shouted.
“We’re going to knock until you answer,” the voice from the hall said.
Mason squeezed his eyes shut. “Get the door.”
“We can ignore it,” I said, my cock pulsing, wanting to be in Mason.
“Do you want them to hear me screaming and yelling your name? Harder, Conrad. Harder.”
“Jesus, Mason, you’re going to make me come right now.”
“Seriously, dude. We had plans,” I heard. Jill and Margo.
“They are such liars.” I got up and slipped on my T-shirt and found a pair of sweats, pulling them on. “You might want to stick on some clothes.”
“You were so close to fucking me,” he said between breaths.
I ran a hand through my hair. “And I still want to.”
“God, I want you, Conrad.”
I strode across the room to him, bent over the bed, and crashed my lips to his.
“Conrad,” Jill said.
“Jesus Christ. Next time we’re blasting music to tune everyone out,” I said.
Mason sat up. “I guess I’ll put my clothes on.”
“I’ll go in the hall and give you a sec.”
“Okay,” Mason said, still breathing heavily.
I opened the door a crack and slipped out of the room. “What the hell?” I asked, my dick as hard as ever and tenting my sweats.
“You look disheveled,” Margo said. She wore some pants that looked like she painted on and wore her hair down, so it fell around her face with her winter coat tucked over her arm.
“Okay, and?”
“Is Mason sleeping or something?” Jill asked. She too was dressed up, looking ready for a night out.
“Yeah, sure.” I put my hands in front of my sweats.
“Oh my God, we interrupted you guys, didn’t we?” Margo said, her eyes wide.
“What do you want?” I asked, glancing up and down the hallway, wondering if anybody heard her and realizing I didn’t care if they did.
“We’re going to that party over at Diego’s,” Jill said, a grin wide on her face.
“What party?” I asked. My mind drew a blank.
“I texted you, and you replied yeah,” Jill said.
“I did?”
She held up her phone for me to see.
“Oh, didn’t mean to, I guess. Was in the middle of something.” Wanted to still be in the middle of doing something.
“Do you want to get back?” Jill asked.
Mason opened the door and stuck his head out. “Hello.”
“We were just leaving you two alone,” Margo said, slugging me in the shoulder.
I looked over at Mason. “I’m supposed to go to a party.”
“Go,” he said with a shrug.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“It’s fine,” he said.
“You’re invited too, Mason,” Jill said.
“Okay,” Mason said.
“I guess we’re going to a party.” I glanced down and thankfully, my hard-on died down.
We went and showered before we left and threw on some clean clothes. I so wanted to stay naked in our room with Mason, but I figured it would be nice to go out somewhere with him.
Chapter Seven
Mason
“What’s your major, Mason?” Jill asked me, tossing her loose red hair over her shoulder. She smiled sweetly at me, a rosy shade of lipstick on her lips, and held a plastic cup. Margo stood next to her. The four of us found a corner to huddle in because otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to hear what we said to each other.
“Literature,” I said with a head bob, waiting for whatever snarky response came after I said it. Most people seemed to think it was a waste of a major.
“Really?”
“Yes, and as many people have asked me, yes, I’m prepared to be serving coffee the rest of my life.”
Jill frowned. “That’s pretty crappy of them.”
“I agree,” Margo said.
“Dance with me,” Conrad said, wrapping his hand around my wrist and yanking on my arm.
Jill looked at me with a big smile on her face. “Go on.”
Margo smiled, too. I chugged the rest of my beer, handing her my cup, and then followed Conrad. He pulled me into the group of thriving bodies. Loud music pounded and the lights were turned down low. I threw my arms around his neck. We started moving to the music together and then moving as one because we were chest to chest, and I lay my head on his shoulder, my hands on his back. I wanted more of him, wanted to reach my hands up his shirt to feel his warm skin, to feel my tongue in his mouth, to feel him in me, wanted to go back to the room and finish what we started. I turned around, and he grabbed my hips, and I pressed my ass up against him. We swayed together with me closing my eyes and Conrad’s erection pressing against my back. He leaned over and kissed my ear and nuzzled his nose to my neck, giving it a lick. I reached back and grabbed his bicep as he licked and nipped my neck, and I tried not to moan on the dance floor.
“Conrad, I think I need another drink.”
“Sure?” he asked in my ear.
“Yes, because if not, I’m going to come in my pants.”
Conrad took my hand, and we made our way over to the keg, grabbing ourselves each a cup and filling them up.
“At first, this was disgusting, but now it’s not so bad,” I said. I had never been a fan of drinking. When I tried beer in high school, I swore I’d never drink it again, but yet, there I was, chugging it down. Maybe because I was so caught up in the moment, at a party with the only person I wanted to be with. I guess you could say I wanted to celebrate.
“I’m surprised I finally got you to drink.”
“I figured why not? I’m here with you, my best friend, who’s more than my best friend, and right now, somebody I really want to have sex with. Did you feel it out there, Conrad?”
“Yeah, it’s a good thing we took a break.”
“You were so hard.” I chugged the rest of my beer. “I need another.”
“Mason, you might want to relax a little on the beer. This is your first time really drinking and you’re not the largest person.”
“Just because I’m small doesn’t have to mean I’m a
lightweight.”
“You should see how red your face is.” He put his hand on my cheek, and I wrapped mine around his neck, and our mouths crashed together. I dropped my empty cup, and he wrapped his arm around me, lifting me off the floor, and backing me up to a wall. I threaded my hands through his hair while he placed his cup on the edge of a shelf. He put both his hands on the wall on either side of my head and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I pulled him down toward me because I was practically on my tiptoes, and he grabbed my ass, picking me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth was warm and forceful on mine, and he couldn’t kiss me hard enough. I let a moan go as he moved his hips, pressing me into the wall. Tugging on his hair, my tongue explored his mouth, and we began to pant. Conrad’s hips started to move faster, pumping up against me. I held onto to him tighter and tried to pull him closer, wanting so much more, and pulled my mouth away. “Conrad,” I panted. “Are we about to get each other off in public?”
“I want to so bad,” he said, still moving against me, gripping my ass harder. “But maybe let’s go get another drink and cool down.”
“Good idea.”
“You’re going to be mine later,” he growled in my ear.
My breathing hitched. “We can just leave right now.”
Conrad took my wrist and pulled me behind him through the throngs of people, but then Jill stepped in our path.
“You two aren’t leaving already, are you?”
“Um,” Conrad said, looking from Jill to me.
Jill put her hands on her hips and frowned, blinking her eyes.
“How about we stay for one more drink?” Conrad suggested.
Jill gave his shoulder a light push. “Go on and get out of here, you two.”
“One more will be fine,” I said even though my head already swam with a good buzz. We all went to refill our drinks. Margo waved from across the room, where she was talking to a tall girl with a long black ponytail.
“You just want us to keep you company,” Conrad said, nudging her in the side with his elbow.
“I need somebody to talk to, and everybody here is so drunk that I don’t want to talk to any of them.”
