Page 6 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend (Chicago Awakenings #2)

OAKLEY

NINETEEN YEARS OLD

C ollege is awesome.

The classes are actually interesting and relevant for my future, and the independence of not having to constantly tell my parents where I am is amazing. We can go to parties and meet new girls, and I still get to spend all of my time with Parker.

I figured out pretty quickly that drinking heavily isn’t for me, but I can still be my usual outgoing and happy self, and no one seems to notice if I’m not drunk.

The first week that we were here, Parker and I went to a frat party and got really wasted.

We made it home okay, but Parker’s continuous glucose monitor, the small wearable device that’s attached to the back of his arm and is constantly communicating his blood sugar level to his phone, kept beeping that his blood sugar was too high to read.

He was too out of it to program his insulin pump to give himself more insulin to bring his blood sugar level down. It was very scary and dangerous.

Luckily, I know how to work his pump and use his glucometer, the portable hand-help back-up machine that can read a higher range from a finger prick’s worth of blood than his continuous monitor can, and I was able to program his insulin pump to give him the medication he needed to get it down safely.

Thank fuck the adrenaline and anxiety I had over not knowing if he was alright sobered me up, and I was able to do everything properly.

But after that night, I decided that being so drunk I couldn’t help him if he needed me, wasn’t for me.

Parker had a great night out, and I would never want to take that away from him, so if he wants to drink, then I don’t care.

But I’ll make sure that I’m available both physically and mentally if he needs me.

That’s also why I haven’t been in a huge rush to hook up with any of the girls we’ve met while we’re out. I’d rather know that Parker is home safe than have sex with some random one-night stand.

Obviously, we’re roommates. We’ve spent almost every night together since we were thirteen, when I found out about Parker’s nightmares and that my presence helped him not have any. I talked to my parents about getting rid of the “sleepovers are only for the weekends” rule, and they agreed.

I kind of miss us sharing a bed, though. Our dorm has two twin XLs, and I miss feeling Parker’s body heat in the bed next to me. Sometimes, we would even end up wrapped around each other in the night, but it was never weird. It was nice to know that my favorite person was there.

Now we have the two beds, which is…fine. But it’s created a new dilemma, since I’m a horny college kid after all.

Obviously, when we were sharing the same bed, I wouldn’t jerk off with him there. No matter how fucking hard or desperate I was, I would excuse myself to the bathroom like the polite best friend that I am.

Now, Parker is all the way on the other side of the room. My dick is super fucking needy, but I don’t feel like excusing myself to go shower. Again.

I swear my libido has no chill.

I don’t want to make Parker feel uncomfortable if I just start tugging on my dick with no warning.

I should just ask him if he cares, right ? He’s my best friend, we can talk about anything. Maybe he feels the same way. I know I wouldn’t mind if he needed to rub one out while I was in the room.

“Hey Parker?” I ask quietly. We're both lying in bed with the lights off, but I’m fairly certain he isn’t asleep.

“Hmm?” he responds sleepily.

“I’m really horny,” I start, not sure how to phrase my question in a way that doesn’t pressure him.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he grumbles.

His question makes butterflies come to life in my stomach at the suggestion that he would do anything to help, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment at the implication. Obviously not where I was going with that.

“Ha-ha, nothing,” I say with a laugh. “I was just wondering if you’d care if I took care of it in here?” I ask, wishing I sounded more casual. This isn’t a big deal. I don’t know why I’m acting all nervous. If he says no, then it's fine. I’ll just go to the bathroom like I always do.

“Oakley, are you asking for my permission to jerk off?” he clarifies.

“I guess?” I say, like it’s a question.

“I’m going to sleep, I don’t care what you do in your bed,” he finally answers.

My dick twitches and a flutter of excitement rushes through me at the thought of touching myself like that in front of another person.

“Oh, cool, I wouldn’t care if you ever wanted to either,” I quickly add. “Just in case you were wondering.”

Parker grunts in acknowledgment and rolls to face the wall so that his back is to me. The room is dark, but the gap in the door lets in enough light that I can clearly see him turn over.

My dick is already thickening when I finally slip my hand beneath the band of my sleep shorts.

I don’t have any underwear on, so there’s nothing in the way as I grip my hardening cock and give it a few lazy tugs.

I love taking my time, appreciating every sensation and really enjoying the anticipation of my impending orgasm.

Since I’m usually only able to touch myself in the shower, I’m used to relying on shower products as lubricant, but I was optimistic when we moved in, and there are supplies in the nightstand next to my bed.

I try to be as quiet as possible opening the drawer and removing the lube, but I’m sure Parker can hear it. Not to mention the distinct skin-on-wet-skin sound of my hand coating my cock in the slick substance.

Fuck , this feels so good. It's been too long since I’ve been able to really enjoy jerking off. I slide my hand down to play with my balls and accidentally let out a soft moan.

I really am trying to be quiet, even if I don’t think I’m doing a great job at it.

Every time I think about the fact I’m not alone, and that Parker not only knows exactly what I’m doing, but can obviously hear everything, it makes a tingle of pleasure shoot up my spine. I can’t deny that I like knowing he’s listening.

A soft whimper escapes my lips and my head falls to the side as I continue to work my aching cock. The muscles in my lower abdomen clench, and I know I won’t last much longer. I realize that, completely unintentionally, I’m now looking at Parker’s bed.

He isn’t asleep. It’s bright enough that I can clearly see the outline of Parker’s body now lying on his back. I can also see the movement that’s tenting his comforter.

Is he jerking off too?

Holy shit, the pleasure that’s pooling deep in my gut seems to catch fire at the thought of what Parker’s doing in the same room as me.

I can’t hold back my orgasm any longer, or the loud moan that I let out as cum coats my hand and soaks into my sleep shorts.

Waves of pleasure crash into me and I ride out the euphoric feeling as I distantly recognize how fucking loud I must have been, but I honestly can’t find it in myself to care.

I’m so consumed by my own gratification that I almost miss the soft grunt from Parker as his movements slow before stopping completely.

Holy shit. I just heard my best friend come. My dick twitches again. Probably just excited about being able to do this again without waiting for the shower, not because of Parker.

I strip out of my shorts, using them to clean up my hand and any remaining release the best that I can. I decide that sleeping naked under the covers is definitely less awkward than jerking off together, so I throw them toward my hamper and call it a night.

I’m assuming that Parker has done the same, but by the time I’m settled again, he’s back to facing the wall, curled up in his blanket. I lay there for a few moments, still enjoying the post-orgasm high.

S hould I say anything? I don’t have any clue what the proper etiquette is in this situation.

“Thanks, Parker. Goodnight,” I whisper after the silence becomes too uncomfortable.

After a few moments, I assume he’s fallen asleep, or at least is pretending to be sleeping. But then I hear a soft laugh followed by, “Night, Oak,” and a smile breaks out across my face.

I have the coolest best friend.