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Muir

Tension crackles in the car on the drive back to his place.

I'm driving, so I keep my gaze on the wide-open road, focusing on it like it needs way more attention than it really does.

The conversation we had after bumping into his parents was unexpected. I'm not entirely sure I know why I went there. I guess I got swept up in the Pride vibes.

There's something inspiring about watching people live their truths, freely and safely. Yes, there was plenty of skin on display, including that of Fitz's parents, but what stayed with me most was a young couple in matching nerdy T-shirts, or the witchy woman with purple hair, or the group at the food trucks, all reading the same book. It was witnessing those little moments that gave me the courage to share something with Fitz I'd never told him before.

And the cool thing is, he reacted well. Very well, if the tone in his invitation to come back to his place was anything to go by.

As the silence between us stretches, my brain starts braining, imagining how we go from talking about what we talked about doing to, well, doing it.

I guess a good way might be to start a conversation and try to swing it around to sex stuff.

I rack my brain. Let's see, let's see. He said he's been having his own thoughts as well.

What it might be like to taste you.

My cock thickens, and I blurt out, "Have you ever thought about trying anal?"

Smooth, Muir. Smooth.

"I've been trying to guess what you've been thinking about," he says around a low chuckle. "Now I have my answer."

I shrug a shoulder. "I was just replaying our earlier conversation. The one where we said we'd be open to trying stuff. And I remembered you saying…"

A sharp rock wedges itself into the base of my throat.

"That I wanted to explore your body and taste you?"

I nod. "Yep. That part."

"And so naturally you then wondered whether I was into anal?"

"Naturally," I say, slowly letting out a breath, relieved he's finding the right level of lightness I need for this convo.

"I'll be honest. It's not something that really appeals to me. Uh, the taking, I mean. Not the giving. I'm pretty vanilla."

I shoot him a quick glance. "Says the guy who everyone couldn't stop staring at today. Even the unicorn goat did a double take."

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Just giving folks what they expect from me."

Fitz plays the role of the out there, larger-than-life quirky vet so convincingly that it feels completely natural. It's easy to forget the toll I know being so out there takes on him. He has so many other layers beneath all the glitter and glitz.

"Would that be a problem?" He shifts in his seat. "Hypothetically speaking, of course, if I only wanted to do…"

"Me?" I finish for him.

"Well, yeah."

I think about it for a moment. In all my solo play time with the dildo, I've only ever been focused on getting better at taking it. Just the thought of having something inside me gets me hard. I've never really considered being the one to give it.

"I don't know. But I don't think so. I haven't thought much about topping."

"Ah, that's the word I was looking for."

I smile. "There's a whole new vocabulary to learn, isn't there?"

He smiles back. "There really is."

We spend the rest of the drive talking nonstop, reliving the best moments from the day and discussing everyone we came across. By the time we pull up at his place, I'm relaxed.

And horny.

I cut the engine and notice Fitz checking out my bulge. "Is that what I think it is?"

I grin. "Yes. I stuffed one of Mrs. Mangle's pies into my crotch to have for dinner later."

His eyes meet mine. "I hope you shoved one in there for me."

I can't help but laugh. "You're an idiot."

"A well-established fact."

The jokeyness fades and gets replaced by silence, which gets replaced by a look of hunger I've never seen in Fitz's eyes before.

"Do you want to come in?" he asks.

I swallow. "Yeah. I'd love to."

We climb out of my ute, and my heart starts jackhammering as we walk towards his front door, because we both know this isn't going to be like any of the million times I've come over and we've hung out, or recorded videos, or played video games.

We're about to do something we've never done before.

We step inside his place, and I kick my boots off as he toes off his Converse.

And then he looks at me, his eyes still burning, and it kills the last of my awkwardness. He wants this as much as I do.

We start kissing, hungrily, pawing at each other, and before I know it, clothes are flying in every direction. We stumble down his hallway, and I trip over my damn pants, stuck at my ankles.

He holds me steady while I kick them off.

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem." He kisses me again, then pulls back. "I was thinking of taking a shower. Wanna join me?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

We hightail it to his bathroom, and as he fiddles with getting the water temperature right, I take a minute to appreciate the view. His solid back, ridged with muscles, and his plump, round arse.

It's a hot arse, I can freely admit that. But do I want to fuck it? Nah…I honestly don't think I do.

He turns around and smiles. "Those will have to go."

I'm still in my undies. Fitz is not, and he doesn't need to wag a finger when his erection is pointing my way, right at my groin.

His cock is huge, bigger than mine and girthier, too, with veins wrapping up and down the entire length and pre-cum oozing at the tip.

Arse? What arse? The second I see it, I know where I want that monster ending up. Maybe not today, not right now, but definitely someday.

I pull my boxers down my legs and step out of them.

Fitz is in my space the second they're off, and we're back to trading urgent, needy kisses. We somehow manage to step into the shower. He remodelled his bathroom last year, so we can both fit in it.

The warm water washes over our bodies. Fitz dips his head under the showerhead and wets his hair. I run my hands all over his smooth, wet skin, and when I look down, I notice he's curled his fingers around his shaft and is jerking himself off.

So I do the same.

We stand there, with barely a few centimetres between us, staring into each other's eyes, jerking off. It should feel weird, and it does a little, but it's not a bad weird, it's simply what happens when you recognise you're stepping into unchartered territory.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yep. You?"

He nods as a soft moan escapes him as he brings his other hand to his chest, finds his nipple, and rolls it between his thumb and index finger. Another groan, and fuck me, my best friend getting himself off is the hottest thing I've seen in my whole life.

I build up some speed with my own movements, working up the courage to ask the question I'm desperate to ask. "Can I touch it?"

Fitz lifts his hand off his cock and turns to me with a smile. "It's all yours, mate."

His words send a rush of thrills shooting up my spine. I lean over and reach my hand out until I'm curling my fingers around his base. His eyes flutter closed.

I'm well versed in what a cock feels like, I have a very good, very intimate, relationship with my own. But this is different. His cock feels different. It's thicker than what I'm used to holding, and I play with the added weight, smacking it around my enclosed palm.

A hungry moan falls from his lips as I clasp my fingers around him. I give his cock a firm squeeze, and he grunts out a guttural, animalistic sound. I begin to stroke him in long, deep, sensual pulls all the way from his patch of dark pubes to the top of his swollen cockhead.

"So good," he murmurs, gripping the top of the shower screen, which only inflates his already impressive biceps. "Keep going."

Uh, yeah, you don't have to tell me twice.

I can't say that I've been dreaming of this precise moment. My feelings for Fitz have never progressed past the I think I like him in more than a friend way. I never allowed myself to envision actually doing anything sexual with him. But now that the moment has arrived, this feels like the most natural thing in the world.

I increase the speed, varying the pressure I'm applying, as my hand glides up and down his cock. His abs jerk and flex in response, his eyes remain squeezed shut, and his whimpers and moans are the sexiest sounds I've ever heard.

It's electrifying to see how his body is responding…and knowing I'm the one causing it. I'm the one bringing him this pleasure. I'm the one making my best friend come undone.

Without warning, his eyes pop open, and he lays his hand over mine. His light-brown eyes blaze with heat. "My turn."

"Oh. Okay."

He shuffles us around so the water falls down my back. Not knowing what to do with my hands but wanting to keep them out of the way, I fold my arms across my chest.

Fitz grins, amused.

"What?" I ask.

"You're giving off stern school principal vibes right now. Unfold your arms."

I snort and lower them to my sides. "Sorry."

"Mate, stop apologising for things you don't have to be sorry about."

"Okay. Sor?—"

The words stall in my throat when he wraps his fingers around me. The rough texture of his callouses against my cock and the slightly strange angle he's holding me at send a flurry of excitement jolting through me.

This is happening. This is really happening. My best friend has his hand on me and is about to jerk me off.

Adjusting his grip, he gives my cock a few rough strokes. Stops. Starts again. Stops again. He eventually finds a good position and angle, and we bring our foreheads together as we jerk each other off.

"You close?" he asks, his voice strained.

"I can be," I answer, increasing the pressure and intensity of my grip.

"Oh, fuck." He cranes his head up. "I'm close."

"Come," I spur him on. "I want to see you come."

As if obeying my command, his body starts rocking as his dick sends thick ropes of cum flying into the air. They mingle with the water before falling down towards the drain.

When he's done, I replace his hand with mine and stroke myself, riding the edge for the last few seconds I can manage before my orgasm barrels into me with an intensity I've never gotten out of a wank before. Fitz braces my upper arms as I shake out the last drops of cum from my cock.

He turns the water off, and we stand there, panting in the steam-filled shower for a few moments.

His fingers gently clasp the back of my neck. "You know, I think you might be my bi-curious gateway drug."

"I think you might be mine." I let out a soft chuckle as the steam starts to fade. "Oh, wait. You never got to taste me."

"That's okay," he says, getting out of the shower. He unfolds a fluffy white towel and opens it. "Hopefully, I'll get another chance."

I step forwards, and he wraps the towel snugly around me. "Yeah. I'd like that."