Page 1 of Best Friends

The elevator is where everything got complicated.

Malcolm dragged me with him to the Whispering Pines Outdoor Fishing Expo, promising it would be a “good time.” Neither one of us expected the trip to spiral into the sort of “good time” it turned into.

The problem was, after wandering through the convention center for most of the day, Malcolm and I had gone into the hotel bar, hoping to meet some girls who might be looking for a casual hookup.

But every girl we tried to connect with made it clear they weren’t just looking for sex.

Malcolm and I had the complete opposite objective in mind.

We simply wanted a quick, no-strings, fuck.

We might not agree on everything, but avoiding commitment is one thing we’re both fanatical about.

So, many, many rounds later, we leave the bar drunk, horny, and sexually frustrated.

As we head up to our hotel rooms, I lean against the elevator mirrored wall.

The elevator is all glass and chrome. It’s obscenely bright, and the mirrored walls reflect everything like a giant disco ball.

It smells dimly of lemon cleaner and cigarette smoke, and the low hum of Muzak comes from a speaker overhead.

I feel Malcolm’s gaze on me as the elevator moves upward to the twelfth floor of the hotel.

I meet his blue eyes and the look on his face makes me pause.

I’ve never seen that look in his eyes before.

At least, not when he’s looking at me. I’ve seen that look when he’s zeroing in on a chick he’d like to bang.

What the fuck?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I ask, laughing.

“You have a funny look on your face.” Malcolm is an alpha and he tends to be the one who leads.

I usually just do whatever he wants to do.

I guess it’s the omega in me that’s willing to please.

Right now, he looks like he’s having one of his ideas.

He licks his lips and his grin is sheepish. “I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Well, I was talking with a buddy the other day.” He hesitates. “He was telling me how he and a friend of his in college used to make out and get off together when there were no female omegas around to sleep with.” His cheeks are flushed as he finishes speaking.

I widen my eyes. “He got off with his buddy?”

“That’s what he said. He said a lot of guys do that. In prison. In the army. In college. They kind of just use each other to get off.” He clears his throat. “It doesn’t mean anything serious. It’s not like they’re gay.”

“Huh.” My face warms at the idea of doing that with Malcolm. “Why are you mentioning this to me?” I think I know why, but he needs to say it out loud.

“I was just thinking, since we couldn’t find any girls to fool around with in the bar, maybe we can… uh… help each other out.”

I swallow loudly. My heart is racing as he stares at me with obvious lust glittering in his eyes.

I know that his lust isn’t specifically for me.

It’s just that he wants to get off and he thinks I can help him with that.

I’m not completely opposed to the idea. I mean, it’s weird because he’s my best friend, but Malcolm is one of the sexiest male alphas I’ve ever seen.

He has raven black hair, icy deep blue eyes, full lips and a muscular body.

If I was going to make out with a dude, he’d probably be my type.

“Did you want to jerk off together or something?” I ask, cheeks hot.

“I was thinking maybe a little more than that.”

“What’d you have in mind?” I ask nervously. Even if I’ve noticed that Malcolm was attractive in the past, I never once thought we’d do anything with each other. I’ve never considered being with a guy sexually. I’m perfectly content with women.

“We could try kissing.” He laughs self-consciously. “I mean, if you want. Just to see if we like it. If we do, then maybe we can see what else we want to try with each other.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Why not?”

I grimace. “You don’t think it might be weird?”

He lifts one shoulder. “It would be with some other dude, but not with you. What do you think?”

“Um… I guess? If you really want to try that, I’m game.

” My face feels like it’s literally on fire right now.

I make no move toward him because I’m feeling so awkward.

I mean, this is fucking Malcolm , not some girl.

I know how to make a move on a girl, but how does one make a move on their best friend?

He laughs and takes a step toward me. His cheeks are red and his pupils are dilated, probably from the booze we had in the bar.

He stops near me and reaches up, taking hold of my chin.

I can’t help laughing. Fuck, this is so weird.

Having my best friend looking at me like he wants to eat me for lunch makes my knees weak.

My buzzed reflection smirks back at me in the mirrored walls—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, shirt askew. I can’t stop giggling when Malcolm comes in for a kiss. It’s just so bizarre to even think about locking lips with my best friend.

“Stop laughing ,” he growls, although he’s smiling when he says it.

I try to hold back the chortle that wants to erupt. “I can’t. It’s fucking bizarre to think about kissing you, dude.”

“Come closer, idiot.”

“Okay, okay,” I mutter, trying to control my nerves.

The first touch of his mouth is weird but not awful.

His stubbly chin is rough against mine, and it’s really different kissing him as opposed to a chick.

Girls are all soft and curvy, but he’s solid like a tank.

He isn’t tentative at all either. His lips are warm and full, and his kiss almost aggressive.

I can taste the lingering bite of whiskey and lime on his tongue.

At the touch of his lips on mine, my cock wakes up real fast, testing the elasticity of my underwear.

Somewhere in the background, the elevator dings softly as we pass another floor, but neither of us looks up.

The air between us feels heavy with the sharp tang of sweat and aftershave.

I hold back, kind of freaked out by how hungry I am for his mouth.

I assumed I wouldn’t like kissing him, but that’s not the case.

My heart is hammering so hard I can hear it in my ears, drowning out the mechanical whir of the elevator cables.

He lifts his head, grabbing hold of the front of my shirt. “Jesus Christ, C. You kiss like a fucking girl.” Malcolm’s voice is raspy.

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, snorting a laugh. I tend to find everything hilarious when I drink too much. And I have definitely had more than enough booze.

“Kiss me like a dude.” He shakes his head. “Stop being careful with me. I’m not going to shatter.”

“Give me a break, man. I’ve never kissed a guy before.” I grimace.

“Stop thinking so much. Kiss me like you want me, asshole. Same as you would a chick.”

“Fine,” I mutter. “I… I’m gonna kiss you like you’re a girl I want to fuck.”

“That’s more like it.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “Try to get into it or it won’t work.”

“Okay You asked for it.” I grab the back of his neck and pull him closer, opening my mouth under his.

He pushes his tongue between my lips and a zing of lust rattles through me like a circuit board shorting out from electrical overload.

Why does this kiss with Malcolm seem ten times hotter than usual?

Is it because I think it’s wrong? Is it the forbidden fruit syndrome?

His big hands slide onto my hips, and he tugs me closer.

His dick is hard through his jeans, and I’m sure he can feel my erection too.

He gives a little whimper and slows down, taking his time exploring the inside of my mouth.

His tongue is rough, and he smells like bourbon and ginger cardamom cologne.

We’re both so fucking hard, it’s shocking.

Maybe it’s just the friction of our crotches rubbing together that’s getting us so fucking turned on.

When he lifts his head, he cups my balls through my jeans and I groan at how good it feels.

The look in his eyes is borderline scary.

“That’s better.” His tone is gritty. I wonder if the girls he’s with ever get intimidated by the sheer force of his passion.

He looks like a hungry wolf right now, and I’m the prey he wants to devour.

“You’re intense, dude.” I lick my throbbing lips, feeling unsettled by how into him I am. Why is kissing him hotter than kissing any girl I’ve ever been with? It’s confusing as fuck.

“What do you think?” he asks, but I can’t read his expression.

“About what?” I ask, voice wobbling.

“What do you think I’m asking about, C.? The fucking weather?” He sounds impatient. “Do you just want to stop at kissing?” He’s staring at my mouth, and lust radiates off of him in waves. “Or did you want to do more?”

Kissing is all I expected. I thought we’d probably hate it.

But neither of us seems to dislike kissing, so, should we try something else?

Or should we stop this little tipsy experiment here?

Judging by his salacious expression, I’m guessing he wants to keep going with other things.

Is that wise? I’m not sure. Malcolm is my best friend.

He’s my favorite person in the world. I don’t want to do anything to ruin our friendship, but I have to admit, that kiss was amazing.

I’m turned on and confused about what to do next.

I laugh gruffly. “You tell me. Kissing was your idea. I don’t know what the hell we’re doing.”

His dark gaze is bright. “I’d like to get off.”

I frown. “The elevator?”

He rolls his eyes. “No. I mean I want more than just a kiss.”

My pulse bumps at the desire in his voice. “Give me details, dude. How far do you want to take this?”

Grimacing, he looks embarrassed. “I… I think I’d like to suck you.”