I took a deep shaky breath and let it out slowly. “I’ve…I’ve always wanted to bury my face in your…” I awkwardly waved to his groin. “To breathe you in. To know it like it’s a part of me.”
“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, his voice thick and gravelly.
“You don’t think I’m weird?”
“Not at all. I like going to sleep to the scent of your hair.”
Looking back, I recalled several times he nuzzled my hair. Maybe it was normal to like someone’s scent.
“Boys?” Judy’s voice rang through the hall.
We shot up as if we’d been busted doing something. He opened the door while I got busy making my bed.
“Honey, can you run to the store for me?” she asked Jeff.
“Sure.”
“Wonderful.” She pulled a debit card from her purse. “I’ll text you a list.” She turned to me as I finished pulling up the comforter. “How did you sleep in your new room, Aaron?”
My eyes shot to Jeff and he barely moved his head. Yeah, it wasn’t time to tell her I wasn’t sleeping in my room. “Fine.” I was a horrible liar and felt like she could see right through me.
“That’s great. Okay. I’ve got some errands to run. I won’t be home until dinner, but do you guys mind if I just grab a pizza?”
“Sounds good, Mom.”
“Yum,” I chimed in. But I thought about what she’d said, that she’d be gone until dinner. My heart rate sped up at the thought of spending an entire day alone with Jeff. Obviously, we’d spent many days alone together—nights, too—over the years, but things were different now. Heat spread across my face and down my neck as I pictured all the things we could do.
“Are you feeling okay? You look flushed, Aaron.”
More heat. “No, I’m fine,” I lied again, not looking at her or Jeff for fear my eyes would betray my secret desires.
“Okay, I’m off,” she said and hurried down the hall.
Jeff and I stood frozen, staring at each other until we heard the front door shut behind her. Once we heard that click, he pulled me into his arms.
“What’s making you blush?” he asked as he pressed his lips to my cheek.
I trembled. “We have the whole day to ourselves.”
He kissed down my jawline and wrapped his arm tighter around my waist. “We do. Were you thinking dirty thoughts?”
I laughed awkwardly. It all seemed so surreal. “Yes,” I admitted and moaned as he licked my neck. My hands roamed his back. I loved how the muscles bunched and flexed and smoothed out as he held me close and moved against me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, baby,” Jeff confessed.
Just then, his phone pinged.
“Probably the shopping list from your mom,” I said.
He slipped the phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen. “Yeah.” He cocked his head at me. “Your call. Groceries now or…fun?”
“If we get the groceries out of the way, we can have the rest of the day.” My body didn’t agree. My cock throbbed so hard it almost hurt.
“Okay.” He twisted his lips. “I know you’re being smart, but I’d rather stay in.”
“Me, too.”
Reluctantly, we got ready, then left for the store. Jeff handed me his phone so I could go over the list, longer than I thought it would be. Lots of vegetables.
“Looks like your mom’s on a health kick.”
He laughed. “She’s trying to lose weight. I think she’s going through some midlife crisis thing. She bought a Minnie Mouse T-shirt, too.”
My mind went to my own mom. She’d always been petite and trim, never worried about gaining weight—at least not that she’d ever shared with me. I guess that was something a lot of women worried about, though. Men, too. Yet my mom had always been a bit of a health nut when it came to food, so I’d grown up eating a variety of vegetables with my meals.
My gut clenched as I thought of her and I gripped the edge of the seat. I closed my eyes, my body tensing. My breath came out in pants as I felt myself tilt a little.
“Breathe, Aaron. Deep and slow. Just breathe.”
Jeff’s words acted like a balm to my nerves. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. My stomach began to relax and I eventually opened my eyes. “Thanks.”
“Want to talk about it?”
I wasn’t sure if I could even mention my mom right now. I gave him a sidelong glance, and he shot me a smile. My body relaxed and I patted his thigh. “Thanks again for…well, everything.”
He placed his hand on top of mine, tangling our fingers together. “What are boyfriends for?”
My eyebrows shot up. “Boyfriends?”
He gave me a quick glance as he pulled into the parking lot. “Aren’t we?”
I said nothing as I let the word “boyfriends” settle in my mind.
He found an open spot and parked the truck. “I’m probably going too fast. I’m sorry. Can we forget I said that?”
But I didn’t want to forget. A grin spread across my face. “No, let’s not forget. I like it. A lot.” I looked into those beautiful blue eyes and shivered. “Say it again.”
“Boyfriend.”
“Yeah, I really like the sound of that.”
“You’re mine.” He clasped the back of my neck and pulled me to him. He crushed his lips against mine in a kiss that made my blood boil. I enjoyed the pleasure rippling through me as our tongues once again danced and dueled.
I moaned from deep in my throat and tangling my fingers in his silky locks.
He pulled back. “Fuck! I just want to kiss you for hours!”
I licked my lower lip. I loved that I could still taste him there. “Then we need to get this shopping done so we can get home.”
“You’re right. I just want to touch you and kiss you so bad. Sometimes I ache with it.” His cheeks pinked adorably.
“Do you ever think about…about being inside me?” My words slipped out before I could help myself.
“All the time, Aaron. Is that something you want?”
I nodded, but couldn’t make eye contact. What I had shared was so intimate, I felt incredibly vulnerable. “I know it can hurt, but I want to feel you deep inside me.”
“I’ve read up on how to prepare a man. And watched videos. There are things we can do to help.” Jeff squeezed my hand. “If that’s really what you want.”
I finally met his gaze, blown away by the look he gave me. Desire and heat, along with tenderness, caring, and vulnerability. This was hard for him to discuss, too. “I do want it. But not right away. I mean, you know I’ve never been with anyone. I don’t want to rush things.”
“I’d never rush you. And you know I’ve never been with anyone either.” He squeezed my hand again. “We can learn together.”
Learn together. I liked that.
* * * *
Grocery shopping took much longer than we planned, mostly since we had no idea where things were located. When we had finally found everything and I pushed the cart into the only open check-out line, I heard someone call my name. I glanced around and waved to Russell Adams.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi, Russell. How’s it going?” Jeff asked.
“Good. My mom asked me to run up here.”
I laughed. “Yeah, Jeff’s mom gave us a list, too.”
“I wanted to say thanks for the other day,” Jeff said. “You defending us? That was huge.”
“No thanks needed. I don’t understand why some people are so idiotic about this. Who the hell cares who somebody loves? It’s your own business. And Deidre thinks you guys are ‘adorable together’,” he said, using his fingers to make air quotes.
My gaze shot to Jeff. Nobody knew we were together.
“Oh, shit. I wasn’t supposed to say anything,” Russell exclaimed. “Deidre’s going to kill me. See, she has it in her head you guys are more than friends.”
Jeff looked at me, his
eyebrows raised. I nodded, letting him know I understood. He grinned at Russell. “Well, you can tell your girlfriend she’s right.”
Russell’s eyes darted between us. “You guys really are dating? That’s great!”
“We think so,” Jeff agreed.
We talked a few more minutes while we waited for our turn in line, then Russell took off to finish his own shopping.
“That felt good,” Jeff said, placing items on the conveyer belt.
“What?” I asked as I handed him grapes from our cart.
“Telling him we’re dating. To admit we’re a couple. Didn’t it feel good to you?”
“Oh, definitely. Sorry, I was busy trying to figure out why Deidre thought we were together already.”
Jeff cocked his head, his eyes twinkling. “Probably because I was always staring at you.”
“You were not.”
“Trust me. I was. Especially this year. I tried not to, because I was afraid you would see me and realize how much I cared about you, but it didn’t matter. The pull to see you was more than I could handle.”
“I was doing the same thing,” I told him, smiling. “When I realized what I felt wasn’t just friendship, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”
He chuckled. “We’re kind of stupid. We spent so much time hiding how we felt, we could have already been together.”
“That doesn’t matter. We’re together now, just like we were meant to be.” I knew that sounded a little cheesy, but I didn’t care.
* * * *
By the time we got home and put away the groceries, we were starving. I offered to make us ham and cheese sandwiches while he searched for a good movie on Netflix. Personally I didn’t care what we watched—I was hoping for an eventual make-out session on the couch. I grabbed a bag of chips and balanced the two sandwich-laden paper plates in one hand while I made my way into the living room.
He took the plates from me, setting them on the coffee table. I tossed the chips there before getting cans of sodas from the fridge.
“Root beer,” Jeff called.
“I know!”
I grabbed his drink and my Dew before I collapsed on the couch next to him.
He’d queued up the newest Star Trek movie and I grinned. “How many times have we seen this one?”
He laughed. “It’s a classic already, which means you can watch it as many times as you want.”
I loved the movie, so I certainly wasn’t going to argue. As the opening credits started, we ate our sandwiches and shared the chips until the bag was empty and our stomachs were full.
Soon afterward, Jeff draped his arm around my shoulders. It felt surreal to be watching a movie with him as my boyfriend, not just my best friend.
“This is nice,” I admitted as a warm feeling spread through me. I rested my hand on his thigh and traced figure eights onto the denim. I swore I felt him tremble, and I looked down to find a bulge in his jeans. I gasped.
He chuckled. “See what you do to me? All the time, Aaron. All the time.”
I got hard, too. So hard I throbbed against my zipper and it became uncomfortable. “Do you want to lay down and watch the movie?”
“Hell, yes.” He got up and pulled the drapes, probably trying to set a mood. Then he grabbed a throw pillow.
I stretched out on the sofa, my back against the cushions. Jeff sprawled out next to me, then pulled me on top of him, our bodies pressed chest to chest, thigh to thigh, and groin to groin. I braced my arms on either side of his shoulders and licked his soft lips. He moaned. I tugged at his lower lip with my teeth. Another moan from Jeff.
I placed hot kisses from the edge of his lip to his jaw, and he arched his hips into mine. “You like this?” I whispered, my breath blowing across his kiss-dampened skin.
“I like everything you do. I want…can I…touch you?”
“Anywhere.”
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
He took control, somehow switching our positions and landing on top of me. His lips crushed mine and he swept his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss grew more heated as my hands roamed his backside and I cupped his ass. I squeezed the firm globes. I didn’t think I would ever get used to touching him.
He pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead on my shoulder. “God, yes. I love your hands on me.”
I squeezed again, then slid my hands under his waistband and into his boxers until my fingers touched soft, silky skin over hard muscle. Nothing had ever felt as right as touching Jeff, and I wanted more. I massaged his ass for a moment before pulling out my hands. “Take your pants off.”
He leapt up in a flash and stripped so quickly I had to bite back a chuckle. Wearing just his boxers and shirt, he started to lie down again, but paused. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I smiled at him. “Then do something about it.”
He straddled my legs and snapped open my jeans, then unzipped them. My heart rate sped up as I realized he could see the bulge of my cock and I wondered if he would touch me.
Jeff stood, pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside before he started removing my jeans. Soon, they joined his on the floor. I took off my shirt. I wanted to feel him against me and I reached up to touch his belly. I loved how the dark hair trailed from his belly button and into his boxers. I wanted to follow that trail. Lick it. But for now, I just touched with a finger, easing my way down to the waistband.
He inhaled sharply and his abs trembled, but he didn’t stop me. I swung my feet onto the floor so he stood between my legs. I gazed up at him as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“Looking up at me like that,” he said, his voice breathy, “you look so beautiful.”
I blushed. I’d never been called beautiful before, but it made me feel empowered. I slid down his boxers, revealing a short, wiry pubic bush. I traced my fingers across the swell of skin just above that hair, and Jeff moaned.
I took a slow, deep breath and pulled the boxers the rest of the way down. His cock slapped against his stomach, and I stared at it as he kicked aside the boxers.
I wasn’t sure what I expected, but his cock was gorgeous. The mushroom head was almost purple and a glistening bead of precum pearled at the slit. A thick vein ran from the base to the head, but the rest of the shaft appeared smooth. It looked longer than mine, but probably about the same width. Large balls hung between his legs, lightly covered with wispy dark hair, and I cupped them in my palm.
“Oh, God, Aaron,” Jeff moaned.
On the TV screen, the movie played on, but I no longer cared as I rolled his balls and marveled at their heaviness. Leaning in, my heart jumped as my fantasy of burying my face in his bush came closer to fruition. I stopped short and looked up, seeing the pupils blown in his wide eyes and his face and chest flushed.
“Touch me, baby. Please?” he urged.
Baby. I trembled. “Call me that again.”
He caressed my cheeks. “Baby? You are my baby, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t speak as the realization of just how much I liked being called his baby washed over me. It was all so new. So exciting. I nodded as my gaze traveled back to his dick. I swiped my finger at the creamy bead pooling at his slit. He trembled, groaning.
I looked up to make sure he was watching, then slid my finger into my mouth, letting the liquid sit on my tongue. It tasted different. Not unpleasant. Almost bitter, but not quite. Was “almondy” a word?
“Fuck, baby. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His breathing grew erratic.
I slowly pulled my finger from my mouth, and shivered when he groaned again. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, sliding up and down. I’d never touched another man’s cock, and it surprised me that it felt so similar to mine, yet so different. I wanted to taste him again, and when another creamy bead bubbled up, I darted out my tongue and lapped it up.
“Fuck!” Jeff cried. “Aaron!”
I savored the flavor. “You taste good.”
When he groaned and shudder
ed, I leaned in and finally nuzzled the wiry bush at the base of his cock. A strong musky scent filled my nose, mixed with his body wash and something hard to describe. Something that was just Jeff. I took another deep sniff.
“And you smell so incredible.” I tongued the skin showing through that bush. Encouraged by the resulting moan, I licked at the junction where his leg met his hip. He shuddered more, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and licked the other side.
“God. I’m going to lose it,” he told me.
I smiled and pulled back. I wanted to take him in my mouth, but something stopped me. But I still licked his crown when more creamy liquid beaded at the slit.
Suddenly, he pulled away and sat next to me, pulling me onto his lap so I straddled him.
He kissed me, his tongue quickly claiming mine. I leaned into him, surrendering to the kiss. I thrust my cock against his belly, only the thin fabric of my boxers separating us.
He growled softly, pushing back. “Stop.”
“Why?”
“I’m about to lose control just having you on my lap. I’ve wanted you for so long. God, I want to…”
“Come?” I whispered.
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I licked at it. “Then come, Jeff.” I pulled back and stared directly into his eyes. “Come on me.”
“Oh, fuck.”
I thrust against him again and he slid me back to pull his cock free. He grasped his shaft and began to stroke. Up. Down. Up. Down. Mesmerized, I watched, sliding my finger across his slit.
“Aaron!” Jeff cried.
“Please come on me. Aim toward my chest.”
Watching him jack off made me so hot, I felt ready to come without even touching myself. But I held off. This was about Jeff. I wanted to see him reach that point. Even though we’d been best friends for years, this was all new. I loved watching him cut loose. I shivered as his body tensed.
“Fuck, Aaron. I could taste myself on your tongue.”
I smiled. “I told you it tasted good.”
“Do you like…like watching me?” he asked, his hand faltering for a second.
“Are you kidding? It’s so hot, Jeff. I can’t wait to feel you come on me.”
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