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Fitz

"Yes."

The word falls out of Muir's mouth, and it's filled with certainty. With desire. With wanting.

All the insecurity I felt emanating from him seconds ago evaporates, replaced by a hungry glint in his eye, and it only revs me up more.

I get right to the task at hand.

Er, mouth.

With one hand firmly gripping the base of Muir's cock, I reach out and slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, working my way up to the head. With my other hand, I squeeze his slit, drawing a bead of pre-cum out.

I take a determined breath, lean down, and lap it up. The tang of salt bursts on my tongue, and it's him.

It's Muir.

I'm tasting my best friend, and I have to say, he's fucking delicious.

I may have only ever been on the receiving end of blowjobs, but I know enough about the mechanics of how this works. I unlock my jaw as much as I can and slowly work my way down his hard cock, curious to see how much I can fit in my mouth.

I get about halfway before I have to pull back, take a breath, and go again. I reach the same point I did last time, and nope, that's as far as I get.

I continue taking him in my mouth, managing to go deeper and deeper each time.

The first time his cock hits the back of my throat, I freeze up and feel like I'm going to cough. So I pull back and jerk his saliva-coated dick a few times, working my way up to taking the plunge again.

The next time, it's a little less bad.

By the fifth or sixth time, I've gotten used to the sensation and have my gag reflex under control. The internal alarm bells triggered by the unknown intrusion wane, and after a few minutes, I'm able to take more of him. Not all the way down like I'd like to, but tantalisingly close.

If I'm moving too slow or doing a totally shittastic job at my first crack at blowing a dude, Muir isn't saying anything. In fact, the only sounds coming out of his mouth are a chorus of soft mmms and breathy yeahs.

"That's so good. Oh, yeah… Fitz."

Hearing him moan my name goes straight to my cock, and I leak a giant glob of pre-cum all over myself.

"Can we swap positions?" I ask, wanting to try out something I find really hot.

"Of course. What would you like?"

"Lie down on your back."

He does as I instruct, swinging his leg over me and lying back down on his side of the bed. This is one of my favourite positions to receive head in, lying on my back with the girl between my legs.

Except this time, I'm the girl.

For a moment, I worry that it won't work, but as I spread Muir's thighs apart and get into position, the look of pure joy on his face tells me there's a good chance it probably will.

I run my lips over the head of his cock again, and whoa, the change in position was a brilliant idea. Being on top of him gives me more control, and with my mouth already properly stretched, I'm able to take him all the way down to the base in one smooth slurp.

Huh. Turns out I'm a deepthroater, after all. I'll make sure to add that to the special skills section of my resume.

"How does this feel?" I ask.

"Great," he replies with a smile, finding my eyes. "You're a natural at sucking cock. Who knew?"

Pride fills me. "I've always been told I've got a big mouth. Glad to be finally putting it to good use."

I pick up where I left off, falling into a natural rhythm, my hands, mouth, and tongue working together in what I'm hoping is a perfectly applied combination of pace and pressure.

I've always wondered whether women actually enjoy giving blowjobs. I mean, it's such a male-focused act that sometimes with my girlfriends, I worried they weren't actually getting anything out of it themselves and that they were doing it simply to fulfil some sort of implied responsibility.

But now that I'm going down on a guy?

Fuck. Now I know there is as much pleasure in giving as there is in receiving. Every whimper Muir makes, every thrust and rock and jerk of his body in response to something I'm doing, every time my name spills from his lips on a throaty moan, my body comes alive.

"Getting close," he grits out, his hands landing on the side of my face, urging me to slow down.

I ease off to give him a momentary reprieve before finishing what I've started. But he's got other ideas.

"My turn," he says, smacking his lips.

I want to protest and tell him we can do me later, or even some other time, but the look of fiery determination blazing in his sapphire-blue eyes has my cock twitching, and okay, it'd be nice to feel his mouth working me over.

Muir unhooks his legs, climbs off the bed, and kneels on the floor.

"You sure you wouldn't rather be on the bed?" I ask.

He shakes his head and pats the bed where he wants me to park my arse. "No. This is a big turn-on for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I settle into the new position. "Well, there you go. You learn something new every day."

"You sure do."

And with that, he leans in towards my dick and opens his mouth. I latch on to the sides of his face and angle him so we're looking at each other. "Hey, are you cool with everything?"

"Uh, I'm literally on my knees in front of you about to suck your cock. I'm cool, mate."

"Be serious for a sec," I say, searching his eyes.

Thinking clearly isn't easy when we're both in the midst of something unfamiliar and intense and seriously fucking hot. But I promised him nothing would ever ruin what we have, so I'm using the last vestiges of rational thought I have left in my head to make good on that before I get completely lost in this.

"I'm good," he assures me. "This is…good."

"Just good?"

He clasps my cock and gives it a playful squeeze. "You tell me in about five minutes."

And with that, Muir opens his mouth and goes down on me. He's careful and tentative at first, just like I was. Having your mouth stuffed with cock for the first time is an experience.

I lean back, resting on my elbows, and take in the view of my best mate slowly bobbing up and down on my cock. Muir's mouth and throat strain as he tries to take all of me.

"You're doing good," I murmur, brushing a few errant blond locks off his forehead.

The gentle encouragement seems to spur him on, and he takes more and more of me. When he comes up for air a few minutes later, my cock is saliva slicked, and there's spit running down his chin. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I swipe it away with my thumb.

"How am I doing?" he asks, and my heart tightens, overflowing with love for him, at the earnestness in his voice, in his eyes as he's looking up at me.

I trace my fingertips over his flushed cheeks. "You're doing great, bubba."

Our eyes connect.

I hadn't meant to say that, but the endearment just slipped out. Is it too much? Is he going to spiral? Should I take it back?

A smile overtakes his face. "Bubba," he repeats softly, like he's saying it more to himself than for me to hear. His head bobs. "I… I like that."

"Good." I buck my hips and the tip of my cock grazes his chin. "Now get back to sucking my dick…bubba."

And he does, amping up the intensity and working me into a frenzy. In what feels like no time at all, he gets me to the brink.

"I'm getting close," I mutter, giving him a heads-up because one, I'm not sure if he wants me to unload in his mouth and two, ideally, I'd like for us to both come at the same time. If that's even possible.

He nods as if to say he's heard me, but he doesn't stop. If anything, he speeds up.

"No no no." I gently pull him off me. The string of drool that hangs between the tip of my cock and his lips could almost make me come hands- and mouth-free, but thankfully, I don't.

"I want us to come together," I tell him.

He nods. "Oh. Okay… How?"

Good question.

"Uh…" Not wanting to get into a position that requires advanced acrobatics, I glance at the bed. "I have an idea." I take his hands in mine and hoist him off the ground. "Let's lie down, side by side."

He grins. "A little sixty-nine action?"

"Sure. Unless you'd prefer to jerk off instead?"

He rests his forehead against mine. "I thought you wanted to taste me." His voice is low and super flirty.

"I do. I just wasn't sure if you wanted the same."

"I definitely do. Come on." He gets on the bed and lies down. I follow suit, but lie the opposite way, my head near his groin. "Less talking, more sucking."

I grab his dick. "Someone's bossy in bed."

He chuckles. "You're a fast learn?—"

My mouth on his dick shuts him up, and a few seconds later, I feel his tongue playing with the slit of my cockhead.

"Feels so good," I mumble around a mouthful of cock.

Muir says something back, but I can't make it out since his mouth is otherwise occupied as well.

Since I'm charged up, it doesn't take long for me to feel the familiar tingle in my balls that can only mean one thing.

I release Muir's cock with a loud slurp. "I'm close."

He plops off my dick, too. "Same."

"Okay. So…we both just keep going until we…finish?"

He smiles. "Sounds good to me."

I lower myself back down and speed up my mouth strokes. Muir does the same, using his mouth and his hand at the base of my cock to whip me up into a frenzy.

He lets out a cry that vibrates against my dick and radiates throughout my entire body as his cock spasms and releases in my mouth. Jets of hot cum splash against the back of my throat as I eagerly lap up everything he's giving me.

He stops working my cock for a moment, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm, but once he's done, he resumes with even more gusto, like making me come is his one and only focus.

I release his softening cock and roll my tongue around in my mouth, savouring his salty remnants, and it sends me over the edge.

With a holler I'm sure the entire floor of the hotel can hear, my orgasm crashes into me, and I start coming…and keep coming for what feels like an eternity, riding the waves of pleasure as Muir expertly backs off with the pressure but keeps his mouth over me, draining every last drop of my nut.

I fall back onto the mattress. A few seconds later, Muir joins me by my side and folds into me, draping his arm over my chest.

"Mmm, that was amazing."

"Yeah," I pant, still catching my breath. "It sure fucking was."

I'd like to say that we stayed awake for hours, talking and cuddling and bantering. But nope. Not less than five minutes after we came, we fell asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms, the bedside lamps still on, with the taste of my best mate strong in my mouth.

"That's it for today," Dr. Landsberger announces to the room of twenty or so vets. "If you get a chance, have a read over the extra material included in your course notes tonight. No major dramas if you don't, though. And I'll see you all again bright and early tomorrow."

"You made it through day one of advanced periodontics," I say to Muir sitting next to me as I start to pack up my stuff.

"And I only fell asleep twice."

He's joking.

"Well, after our late-night workout last night, I'm not surprised."

I'm not.

His cheeks go red, and I chuckle.

We haven't had a chance to talk about last night since we both slept through the alarm he'd set. The sound of a blaring car horn jolted me awake. We didn't have time for breakfast or even coffee. We just chucked on some clothes and legged it to the course building four blocks away from the hotel. We made it to class in the nick of time.

"Want to go down to the river?" Muir asks, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as we leave the room. "We can shoot some content."

"Nah. I'd rather get Vietnamese."

"Oh." Muir looks surprised that I'm saying no to making content, but after a few moments of thinking about how fucking delicious the pho at our favourite restaurant is, he quickly gets over it. "Only if you're sure."

"Yeah. TikTok can wait."

That earns me another surprised look.

"In the hierarchy of needs, it goes sex, food, and then social media," I explain as we head out the door.

He laughs. "Maslow would be so proud."

I order an Uber since the restaurant is actually in a suburb about twenty minutes from the city centre. Less than two minutes later, a white Tesla pulls up. Now that is cool and something you wouldn't get in Scuttlebutt…mainly because we don't have Uber back home.

"I'm just gonna text Gramps. See how he's doing," Muir says, opening his phone once we take off.

"Yeah. No worries. Say hi from me."

"Will do."

I, for a change, stay off my phone and stare out the window. Buildings and people pass by in a blur, and my mind zones out, thinking back to last night.

Yes, the blowjob was epic, and I'm mightily chuffed that I took to sucking cock like a pro, but it's the stuff we said before we got to the down and dirty stuff that's playing on my mind.

I guess by agreeing to be exclusive we've entered into a new phase of our relationship, right? Something between friends and boyfriends. The idea of being friends with benefits pops up briefly, but I dismiss it just as fast because this isn't that.

It's more.

It's way more.

Muir said he doesn't do casual sex, and for the most part, I haven't either. I had a few flings back during my uni days, but living in a small town, I'd run out of options pretty damn fast if I were only looking for a one-night stand.

And I have literally zero interest in being with anyone else, female or male. There was a guy jogging with his German Shepherd this morning as we were racing to class. Objectively, he was in the Chris Hemsworth league of hotness. Tall, ripped, handsome, nice face.

Didn't do a thing for me.

Seeing Erin yesterday?

Not one iota of attraction. Some lingering guilt and a bit of sadness at things ending—and the way they ended—which I think is natural, but wanting to be with her? Absolutely not.

I really am seriously digging Muir and only Muir.

"We're here," he says as the car pulls up to a slightly run-down suburban shopping complex. This place might not look like much from the outside, but I swear it's the best Vietnamese food in the entire state. Possibly the country.

"Ah, my boys!" the tiny Vietnamese lady behind the counter calls out as soon as we enter, her face lighting up in recognition.

"Hey, Fiona," Muir greets her enthusiastically.

"How on earth does she remember us after all this time?" I whisper to him.

He puts his hand on my shoulder, angles his head just right, and says with a smile, "'Cause we're pretty damn unforgettable."

I don't know about the we, but he definitely is.

We're about to place our order with Fiona when she beats us to it. "One chicken and beef pho, one veggie pho, and one spicy pork bánh mì, cut in half," she says in her lovely Vietnamese accent.

Muir goes to open his mouth, but once again, Fiona is too quick. "Yes, yes. With fresh chilli on the side."

"That's unreal," I say, stunned she remembers not just our faces but also our specific order. We used to come here a lot during our uni days, but that was years ago.

She rings up the total on the same old-school Casio calculator she's had since back then, and after I pay, we grab our usual wooden table in the corner.

"Some things never change," Muir observes with a big grin as he slides into a plastic chair.

"Some things don't," I agree, taking in the walls adorned with vibrant posters of famous Vietnamese landmarks, the small shrine in the corner with incense sticks burning, and the hanging rice paper lanterns along the window. "But then again, some things do."

Muir catches my drift straight away. "Anything in particular come to mind?"

"I can think of one thing." I lean over the small table and whisper, "Like last night."

His cheeks flame, but I stop talking when Fiona sets our food on the table. "Enjoy, boys."

I aim my gaze right at my best mate. "Oh, we will. Thank you."

The food is as good if not better than I remember it—thank god some things haven't been ruined by the pandemic—but I'm keen to continue talking about last night. Not the X-rated part, but the stuff we said beforehand.

"Are you okay with what we talked about before we…" I slurp up some delicious broth. "Did stuff?"

"Yeah. I am." He rests his spoon inside his bowl. "I like that we clarified where we stand. I felt silly, but you always know what to say to calm me the fuck down."

"That's because I know you so well. And you had nothing to feel silly about. You told me how you felt, you were honest. That's brave, not silly. " I reach over and slide my hand over his. "You mean the world to me."

"You mean so much to me, too." Our eyes meet. "Which is why it's so scary. The stakes are real. And they're sky-high."

"They are," I say slowly, seeing the fears and worries written all over his face and searching my brain for something to allay them. "We just have to keep doing what we're doing. Talking. Checking in with each other. Making sure we're both okay. Really and genuinely okay and not just saying that we are. Because we will come across speed bumps. Every couple does."

"Couple?"

"Oh." Shit. The word had slipped out, a lot like the endearment did last night. But this time, I think I should walk it back. "Or…couple-ish."

He grins. "Couple-ish does have a nice ring to it."

"And what about bubba? Is it okay if I call you that, from time to time?"

"Sure." His grin deepens. "That also has a nice ring to it."

He continues slurping on his pho as an idea pops into my head. Hmm. We have another day left of the course, and then we leave first thing Monday morning. I wonder if I can manage to sneak away for a few minutes at some stage.

I pick up my spoon and ask him how Sid is feeling.

"He says he's good, but I don't believe him."

"Why not?"

"His doctor has ordered him to start taking it easy."

"She's been saying that ever since the stroke, hasn't she?"

"Yeah." His eyebrows knit together. "Difference is, this time he's actually listening."

"Oh. What do you think that means?"

"Don't know. The old fucker's being evasive when I ask for details. Tries to make out like it's nothing to worry about so therefore it's not worth talking about."

I roll my eyes. "Urgh. Men."

"They're the worst."

We share a smile, but I can tell Muir is worried about the old fella. "Well, if you ever need to talk or if there's anything I can help with around the house, I'm here, okay?"

"Thanks. I know you are."

"How'd you like the course today?" I ask, to change the topic to something less depressing.

"Not as bad as I thought it would be…"

We spend the rest of the meal talking about some of the stuff we covered in class before veering onto our usual chitchat about everything and nothing.

Great food and even better company. A man really doesn't need much more in life.

With our bellies full, we say goodbye to Fiona, wave to the kitchen staff, and then jump into an Uber back to the hotel.

"That was deeelicious," I say, rubbing my belly. I'd forgotten how big the pho was. "I'm full."

"Oh, really?"

I turn my head, and there's Muir, smirking like I've never seen him smirk before.

"Well…" I reach over and place my hand on his thigh. "I suppose I do have a little room left for dessert."

"Excellent." He leans into the space between us. "Because I have just the treat in mind."