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VAUGHN

H aving sex with your best friend is awesome. I highly recommend it. Though, I’m not sure if what we’ve done so far can be considered sex. I think so. After he blew me for the first time, he decided he needed more practice and did it again the next morning.

It was even better the second time around. And before I had to leave to get to the game, we kissed on his bed, totally naked and grinding our cocks together until I wrapped my hand around both of us. We came our brains out just like that. Just rutting against each other with pure hunger.

Who knew another cock could feel so good against my own? I certainly didn’t, but I’m all for it happening again and again. He’s kissing me so sweetly now in my bed. He came to me this time, and I almost curse having a game this weekend. I don’t even get to play, but I’ve had increased practice time, and who knows? Maybe I’ll get to play once this year.

But I want this all the time. I hate that he goes to a different school. “How are classes going?”

Of course, that’s what he wants to talk about. I suck on his bottom lip and lift his shirt up, trying to get it off him, but he only laughs and resists.

“We still have to use words sometimes, don’t we?” he asks but doesn’t sound too sure.

“Fuck words.” I start kissing his neck, sucking and licking. I can’t get enough of him. “We talk all week because I can’t touch you.”

“I know.” He lets his head fall back, giving me better access. “And you said you were having trouble with math.”

“I am. But I don’t want to talk.” I barely get the words out, I’m hard and needy right now. My body missed his way too much in the past week.

“But . . .”

“Austin...” I whine, and it’s totally unsexy, but I’m fine with it.

“Ugh, fine.” He pulls his shirt off and over his head in one graceful, fluid motion, grasping the sides of my head and pulling me into a passionate kiss. Yeah, he’s not bothered by the no-talking thing.

And I do love talking to him. We talk every day. Multiple times a day. About school and football. He told me he talked to his mom, and she’s already making sure he’s going to come home for Thanksgiving. I laughed and told him my mom is already planning to invite his whole family over, like always.

We talk, and I love it, but right now, I need him. I’m desperate to feel that closeness like I’ve never felt before. Well, I guess I used to get that when he’d cuddle with me. Maybe that’s what I was doing then—just getting him closer to me because I needed it.

It makes sense, even if my brain hadn’t totally caught up yet. I think I’ve been in love with him even longer than he was with me. But he still won’t let me say it, which bothers me, but I don’t want to push.

Every time I start to say it when we’re on the phone with each other, he cuts me off and changes the subject or says he has to go. It’s been in the back of my mind, but... maybe I can just show him.

Like now, as I work on stripping him until he’s completely naked beneath me. I drag my tongue over his skin, salty from sweat and making me hard as a rock. I taste every inch of him. Over his pecs and his hard nipples, taking my time, sucking and licking the hardened nubs. He writhes under me, his hard cock dragging against my chest as I lower myself down, licking the whole way.

“You taste good.”

“You’re going to kill me.” His voice is hoarse, and I love it. Love that I do this to my normally very controlled best friend.

“Not a chance. I’ll never let you die on me.”

He chuckles, but it turns into a hearty moan as I lick down over his groin. His pubes are trimmed neatly, and I breathe him in, my nose settling between his groin and thigh. “Vaughn.” I love the way he says my name. I love everything about him. It’s never been like this before.

I cared about Vanessa, but it never felt like this when we were together. Like I might die if it ended. And yes, I know that’s being dramatic, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

I can’t get enough of him.

When I turn my head and look at his hard cock and heavy balls, there’s no questioning what I want to do next. I know he has it in his head that I’m somehow just doing this for him, or that maybe I’m not in this as much as he is because I was previously straight or whatever, but I’ve never wanted anyone more.

I’ve never been more attracted to anyone in my life. It’s like now that I’ve allowed myself to go there—to admit that I’m attracted to him—I’m not going back. Not ever. I don’t wait for his argument, and I swallow his hard cock in one quick move. Well—some of it anyway. He’s longer than I thought and hits the back of my throat, making me gag instantly, but I don’t dare pull away.

“Vaughn, fuck!” His fingers go to my shoulder, clawing at me. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

I don’t answer him with words, just move my hand to the base of his dick as a failsafe and then go to town. I love his taste. Not surprised at all. He’s loving this, if the copious amount of precum hitting my tongue has anything to say about it, and all I can do is moan around the mouthful of cock and revel in the taste.

I love that I’m making him feel good. That’s all I want to do. “Vaughn, I’m close,” he pants, his nails digging into my shoulders. “You don’t have to... ahh.” I suck him harder, swirling my tongue around his slit and enjoying the taste of more precum. He’s close, and I can’t fucking wait to have all of him.

I hollow my cheeks, and when I open my eyes, looking up at him and seeing how totally blissed-out he is, I nearly come right then and there in my jeans, but he beats me to it. His release hits the back of my mouth, and I do my best to swallow it all as I stroke him and try not to miss a second of him writhing beneath me in pleasure, his entire body pulled taut as he curses and moans.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and when he’s finished, I barely get my jeans open and my underwear down before I grasp my aching shaft. I jerk off until I’m spilling all over his abs. I collapse onto his warm body, and he chuckles, his hands smoothing over my back. I don’t even mind the sticky mess between us because it’s just proof how good we make each other feel.

“How are you so good at that?”

I smile into the crook of his neck, trying to keep some of my weight off him, but I feel boneless. “I just like making you feel good.”

“You definitely do.”

I want to tell him I’m in love with him again, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. I hate knowing it would do that. He’s too stubborn for his own good. That much is for sure.

I roll off him to my back next to him, still not caring about the drying cum. “Can I tell you something that would sound really stupid to anyone else, but I know you’ll get?”

He chuckles tiredly but then turns his head so he’s looking at me. “Always.”

I turn to look at him too. “I miss Friday night lights.”

His brow crinkles, but he’s grinning. “The show or the movie?”

I roll to my side and tug him into my arms. “You know what I mean, you little shit.” He cackles when I tickle his side.

“I do. Stop,” he laughs and shoves my hand away, but I just pull him into me even more but stop tickling him. “I know you miss Big Bend.”

I do. I know it’s kind of sad that I’m in a big college town, actually on the school’s football team, and I’m thinking about my small town of a couple of thousand people. Wishing for one more chance to go out underneath the high school stadium lights. But I do. “Sometimes.”

I can feel him smiling, even though I have him tucked into my side.

“Do you think you’ll ever go back there?” I know he’s thriving in school, but a part of me hopes he’ll want to move back to Big Bend someday. I’ve always thought of college as something to do, but I think for Austin, it’s always been the beginning of something.

Something bigger.

Something better.

“I’m not sure.” He’s hesitant to answer me, and I know why. He doesn’t have any real plans to move back there.

And I realize it really doesn’t matter to me. Yeah, I’d miss my family and the town itself, but that would be nothing compared to how much I’d miss him if we don’t live in the same town again someday. “Well, wherever you go, I’ll go.” And I mean it with my whole heart.

He slowly lifts his head, his eyes searching mine. I wait for him to argue with me or to say I can’t know that, and I’m fully prepared to argue back. He looks concerned, but then he surprises me when he changes the subject all together. “College football is pretty cool. I mean, at least, it looked that way on TV.”

I blink at him. “You watched?”

He smiles and lowers his head back onto my shoulder. “My best friend was on television.”

I toss my head back and laugh, feeling pure joy. “Oh, so that’s what I had to do to get you to watch a game?”

We laugh together, and he kisses my shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Vaughn. It’s going to get better and better. You’ll see.”

I hold him close to me and kiss the top of his head, but I think he’s wrong. Totally and completely wrong for the first time in his life.

Because I’m really not sure how it could get any better than this.