Page 8 of Shared With His Friends

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Dane

T he sight of them fucking isn’t what makes my hand clutch my bare chest. No, it’s when he leans forward and presses his lips to hers softly, tenderly.

Like they now have some connection that I don’t have with either of them.

Ash has never kissed me that way. I’ve not even gotten close to Amber like that, trying to respect her and Jet’s boundaries.

My fingers beg to tear out my heart, to stop the pain.

It wasn’t like I planned to spy on them from around the corner of the kitchen.

But when I came out of my bathroom, I heard a commotion and went exploring.

How stupid of me. Did I want to see this?

Part of me thinks I’m glad I did. And that part is my dick, which is like a lead pipe forming a tent in my white boxers.

Another part feels jealous. Hurt? No. I know what I feel… left out. Like I’m not good enough. I’ve never been good enough. Amber chose Jet over me; she chose Ash over me. Fuck, even Ash has chosen Amber over me. And I don’t even want to figure out that weird feeling.

I’m not gay. I’ve never looked at a dude and thought, oh yeah, I wanna fuck him .

Never once have I found a guy attractive or wanted to ass-bang a friend.

And I was captain of the football team. Saw plenty of naked cocks in the locker room.

So no. I’ve never felt this way. Especially not for my buddies.

Ash and I have grown up together. It’s weird. I never got the sense that he was into dudes, either. He was always hung up on some quiet, bitchy type of goth girl that none of us could stand. Even Amber’s not his type. If he was gay, I don’t think I’d be his type, either.

But then he laid one on me during a party about a month ago here at the cabin and things got complicated in my head.

I’d drowned in excessive tequila once again because Amber blew off my latest “leave Jet” speech.

Sticking my legs in the pool, I ripped off my T-shirt, and then laid back on the concrete patio.

Ash watched the entire pathetic scene from the hot tub.

When he got out and wandered over, I figured it was to give me a hard time again about pursuing such a “gold digger” or about being a simp like Wade always says. But he didn’t know her like I did.

And now, he knows her better.

Feeling lost, desperate, unwanted, and rejected, I sat up ready for a fight, but he just put his arm around me and squatted next to me in silence. Despite the haze that was clouding my mind, I’ll never forget what he said when he finally chose to speak.

“Anyone who doesn’t realize you’re the real prize is a loser.”

As I turned, astonished that my snarky friend would pay me a compliment, he gripped the back of my neck and shoved his lips onto mine.

My very first instinct was to back away, but the utter passion, the desire he had, kept me locked in place.

I could feel it. For once in my life, I was wanted. And that feeling did something to me.

So, I kissed him back. When I tasted his warm, wet tongue tickling mine, I teased his lips apart further and let him plunder my mouth forcefully in the way Ash does whenever he gets into something.

Then, most confusingly, blood started rushing toward my crotch and my dick got hard .

Like full-on ready to fuck erection. Suddenly, terror took over for so many reasons that I didn’t want to think about, especially when drunk.

That’s when I felt real sober real fast. When I backed away from his firm jaw, the forest green of his intense eyes caused my belly to flutter.

Swallowing, I wasn’t sure exactly what to say or do.

So, I got up and left him there.

What I didn’t tell him is I went straight upstairs to my shower and jerked one off, thinking about his full bottom lip, the tickle of his stubble…

then about his ripped abs, the cut of his shoulders, the way his eyes stare up at me sometimes when he thinks I’m not looking.

And I came harder than I had in months, even more than with Jenna, my ex-girlfriend, who was a cheerleader at the university and could pull off any position I put her in.

Nope, I came to visions of my friend. Not even full-on images of him, just pieces of his lip ring, or a flash of his long lashes, the corner of his jaw, the way he can smile when he wins a game, shaking his black hair back out of his face when it rains.

But mainly, I came to that feeling he gave me.

Ash knows me better than anyone, even my cousin, and he wanted me.

Or maybe we were just drunk.

That’s what I thought it was, until last night when he cornered me in the hall.

After he walked away from me, I felt relieved.

I didn’t want to think about what it would mean to fuck around with Ash.

But seeing him here now, with the girl I’ve been desperate to have for myself for a fucking year… It hurts.

He slides away from her and pulls up his sweats, brushing some of his hair back.

He turns away and walks toward me, my body shielded by the darkness.

When he approaches, I turn so my broad shoulder can bump his in passing.

With a jump, he yells, “Oh fuck! I didn’t…

Dane…” His bare chest lifts as he takes a big inhale.

“Yeah. Hi.”

In the dim light running from the kitchen, I see his Adam’s apple bob. Running his hands through his long strands, he at least has the decency to look guilty. Like a fucking puppy dog who stole a treat. And I want to shove him against the wall and kiss him again.

But I don’t and continue past him into the kitchen, where Amber’s straightening up their mess. A brief glance back through the doorway, and Ash has disappeared.

“Dane! Oh my gosh, I didn’t see you there!” Her blonde hair bounces with the lightness of bubbles as she whips around toward me.

“Hey. Sorry, pretty lady, I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard some sounds down here and wanted to check it out.”

Her plump upper lip gets trapped under her teeth for a moment. “I, uh… came down for a drink.”

“With Ash?”

Darting her eyes down low, she shrugs a shoulder. “He showed up here.”

“Jet won’t like that.”

Flashing darts toward me, she places her hands on her hips and whips out, “Yeah, well, Jet decided to share me, didn’t he?”

In a few strides, I quicken toward her curvy figure and gather her in my arms. Taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her head up. “I don’t want you to feel ashamed. I just—I just thought you’d come to me first, I guess.”

Her big eyes stare at my lips as she exhales slowly, the velvety wetness of it coating my skin. “Dane…” she whispers it like it’s a regret.

“You told me if you weren’t with him, you’d want to be with me. Remember?”

Pressing her mouth in a tight line, she finally responds, “Yes. And that’s true, but I?—”

She stops as if she can’t say the words. “What? But what, Amber?”

“But I haven’t spoken to Jet. I’m his girlfriend, Dane.”

Letting her go, I stand back. “You seemed to forget you were his girlfriend while Ash was inside you just now.”

With a smack, her lips part as she gasps. “I-I… That was unexpected. Please don’t tell Jet.”

If I tell my cousin, he likely wouldn’t even care, which is why she needs to be with me. “I don’t know how many times I can watch him treat you so bad before you realize I’m the one who’s actually in love with you.”

Fuck, I can’t believe that slipped out like that. She doesn’t move an inch, only stares at me, both of us shocked at my idiotic confession. My stomach flips and twists into a knot and before I can hear her reject me again, I turn around and walk upstairs.

Passing my door, I make a beeline for the fourth door on the right, two down from me.

When I reach it, I fling it open dramatically.

Black hair hangs down in his face as Ash sits on the edge of the mattress, his head in his hands.

At the interruption, he glances up at me with something like pain in his bright eyes.

The sight of him is overwhelming. With what?

I’m not sure, but it’s some mixture of lust, passion, and utter fucking need to feel wanted again.

By the man who just rejected me for the woman I want.

Slamming the door behind me, I hurry toward him, and he stands, but before he can move away from me, I reach out and grip the back of his neck, pressing my full naked chest on his.

Heart to heart. His confusion only intensifies when I devour his lips with mine, not giving him a chance to breathe.

Forcing him back on the bed, I crawl over the top of him, my thighs straddling his waist.

When I pull back from him, he shakes his head slowly. “What, captain, what is it?”

Gritting out through clenched teeth, I ask, “Do you want me?”

“Yeah. Yes, of course.”

My fingers snake up to his jaw and hold it firm, forcing him to look at me. “No. I mean… Do you really want me? Like want me .”

As if he realizes what I need, he runs his fingers through my hair and narrows his eyes before he says, “Dane, I’ve wanted you for a long fucking time. I’ve never—” Licking his lip ring, he pauses before continuing. “This is new to me, too. But I want you.”

We crash. It’s all I know when my mouth latches onto his, biting his piercings and tugging with my teeth roughly. He moans, the vibrations causing my hips to jut up into him. He’s still soft but thickening under my firm erection and I rub like I can bring it to life. I need it to.

I don’t even want to stop to think about the fact that this is my buddy from childhood or that he has a dick. Or that my father would absolutely lose his mind if he knew I was on a bed making out with a guy.

This is Ash . The man who always has something asshole-ish to say to everyone, except me.

No, for me, he has nothing but smiling eyes and compliments.

He’s the one I picked up from his house time after time when his tyrant father would beat the shit out of him.

So much so that we planned every way we would murder Dr. Jameson together and never told Jet a damn thing.

My bro who would get wild with me at the frat parties or after football when some chick, or once some dude, would suck us off together.

And, yeah, maybe his eyes would linger on my body for longer than a second, but now that I think of it, I was looking back. I had been looking at him, too.

Edging off him, I pull down my boxers, showing him my erect cock, stroking it for him as he eyes me hungrily. Those eyes, that desperation there, is exactly what I need right now.

Working his gray sweatpants down, he kicks them across the room, his pierced dick growing harder with every stroke I give myself. Each rung of the ladder along the bottom of his shaft straightens as it jumps with anticipation.

When I ease myself back over his hips, I join our cocks together, our balls colliding, hot and right .

We fit together between my large palm and my hips naturally plunge up, rubbing myself against him where I need it most. A droplet of pre-cum seeps from the head of my dick and onto him, and both of us moan at the sight.

I lean forward so I can capture his lips again, but before I do, I whisper on his cheek. “And I want you, baby boy.” Then I plunge my tongue inside him again, our noses crushed against each other’s.

It’s the name I called him when we were kids because he was a few months younger and smaller than us.

He hated it then, but the response now is quite different.

Growling at me, he grits his teeth as I thrust into my tight hand, and I jerk us together, the feeling something I’ve never experienced.

Something I was missing without even realizing.

I’m fucking my best friend, and I love it.

His fingers tighten around my waist to pull me closer, then move to my bare ass, gripping tightly, slightly spreading my cheeks apart.

Sitting up, I watch our cocks together, mine thick and his long, pierced.

The metal bars rub the sweet spot just under my head perfectly and I know it won’t take long for me to come.

He’s at full mast now, and the sight of him turning so red, so hot in my hand, makes me almost erupt before I want to. Ash is hard for me .

My balls slap his repeatedly, and every touch nearly does me in.

Crawling my fingers up his chest, I tweak one of his nipples until he does this little squeal, a high-pitched keen breathily halting out of his lips.

That sound is what does it. That tone coming from him and the look of utter craving in his eyes.

“I-I’m gonna come. Oh, fuck!” Without any ability to stop it, my load shoots up and over my fingers, coating our cocks together.

Some low cry of pleasure escapes his chest as he watches me, and I watch him unravel, neck bending backward as his back arches, forcing his middle up toward me.

His white streams shoot into the air and mix with mine, landing on his black trail of hair, some even in his belly button.

The most comforting feeling is our hot dicks pulsating on each other’s, slowly dissipating in my grip.

Before I can even stop myself from the impulse, I bend forward, stick out my tongue, and lick up his ripped abs, tasting us together.

Heaving breaths, his chest rapidly rising and falling, he watches me.

When I scoop up enough, I slide over the top of him and almost collapse but instead feed him our brand of flavor.

He doesn’t even hesitate, just opens for me, and suctions his mouth to mine.

Softly, maybe even more so than he did with Amber, he kisses me as we swap our cum between our tongues.

Bending my elbows, I gaze into his green eyes as he studies me, brushing back some of my blond hair from my sweaty forehead. “Don’t go,” he says.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Looking between us, I see our sticky mess. “You want a towel?”

“No. I don’t. Come up here. Turn off the light.” Scooting to the head of the bed, he tosses the sheet aside for me and I spoon up behind him after flipping off the lamp. My bicep captures his waist as we lay together, my soft, sticky dick laying between his firm ass cheeks.

His warm skin coats my lips when I tap his shoulder, his neck, his ear before I hear him say, “Captain?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want her, too.”