Happy middle of the week, folks. I give you a first kiss in my tease today :-)
Robster yelped as I pulled his fur too hard in response to seeing the man I loved struggle and in obvious pain.
“Sorry, boy.” I murmured the words and stepped up behind Hunter to help him.
“Here, let me. Why can’t you bend your arm properly?” I couldn’t help myself. I let my hands linger on the hard muscles, which were clearly delineated under the fine cotton of his shirt. Hunter winced when I probed his shoulder, and I murmured an apology as I probed the hard knot of something there.
“Jeez, man, what have you done. You need a massage.”
Hunter made a strange sound, somewhere between a laugh and cough.
“You’re offering, boy?” The hoarseness of his reply raised goosebumps on my arms, and I gave him a shove toward the bed to mask how much being this close to him was affecting me.
Hunter stumbled, winced, and then sat in the spot I had vacated. Robster looked up at him with his doleful eyes, and Hunter shook his head. He did follow the silent plea in those puppy dog eyes and petted Robster. The canine’s eyes rolled back, and he panted his excitement while I swallowed hard.
Never thought I’d be jealous of my own fucking dog.
An awkward and loaded silence fell between us, and when Hunter eventually lifted his gaze to mine, I was utterly floored by the sheen of tortured emotion in his hazel eyes. Robster fell asleep with a sigh, and a grim smile played around my friend’s full mouth when he noticed.
“Want that Chinese then?” I asked. Not that I could eat anything right now. With the way my gut was churning the mere mention of food made me want to heave. Hunter seemed to be similarly afflicted, because he winced and shook his head.
“I don’t want food. I just want… Fuck, why is this so hard?”
Suddenly I couldn’t stand the distance between us, and when I sat down next to him, and put my hand on his thigh, he pulled in a sharp breath. His thigh muscles tensed under my fingers, and what was meant to be a somewhat reassuring contact turned into something else entirely. It didn’t help one iota that his trousers tented with his erection. I could almost smell his arousal, or maybe that was just my own. My wayward libido sure didn’t care one iota about none of this making sense. Hunter was straight, wasn’t he? He had a fucking girlfriend at home, so why then did he not flinch away, as I ran my fingers slowly up his leg, until I was so close to his erect cock the heat of it was burning my fingertips?
“If you don’t want this, you need to tell me to stop, man. I’ve had too much to drink and my fucking filter is gone, so…” I brought my other hand to Hunter’s neck and pulled his head closer until our foreheads touched. We were so close we were breathing each other’s air, and it was suddenly imperative that I tasted those full lips. Hunter met me halfway, and when our mouths collided, I forgot to breathe and think as instinct took over. Hunter opened to the tentative strokes of my tongue along his lips, and I took the kiss deeper, putting all of my emotions into it, as his scent surrounded me. Hunter tasted of smoke, and the fizz we’d both indulged in at Rosie’s opening, all mixed in with the unique dark flavor that was his and his alone.
When one of his hands crept up to my neck to pull me in closer, and he started to return my kiss, I forgot all about the reasons why this was a bad idea, and simply enjoyed tasting the man I’d been in love with, like, forever. Hunter grunted and took over, and I gladly let him, as arousal hummed through my veins, and I never wanted this kiss to end. It was Hunter who broke away first, while drawing what seemed a much-needed gulp of air into his lungs. His heart beat a wild staccato at the base of his neck and his warm hazel eyes had darkened to the color of charcoal. I wanted nothing more than to reclaim those full lips, to climb him like a tree, and to rub my aching cock against his.
Fuck, I need to calm down.
How do you tell your best friend that you’ve been living a lie all your life? That’s my dilemma, and if that’s not enough I need a place to hide away for a while. Sam is the obvious choice. If only I could keep my hands off of him long enough to make him see the truth.
Sam is the one I’ve always loved.
I’ll gladly be his knight in scruffy joggers and rescue him, but if he thinks for one minute that I’ll be his little gay experiment he can think again. I’ve never played games and I’m not about to start now when Hunter is so clearly in trouble. However, offering him a place to crash puts him in my bed—a fantasy come true. The wicked things I want to do to my best friend…
Hunter is the only man I’ve ever loved.
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Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.