“Dude, that’s awesome. Congratulations.” I’m so excited for him, but I can see he’s freaking out by the way he’s trembling, and his cuticles aren’t looking so great. “Bodie, take a deep breath.” I pull him into a hug to ground him. I know his mother bought him that weighted blanket, and I looked up what it was for. I’m hoping a hug will do the same for him.
When I feel his chest expand and I hear a sigh as he exhales, I think it did the trick.
“Thanks, man. That’s just what I needed.”
From that moment on, I knew I had to be his anchor sometimes. A few weeks later, he discovered why it was helping and put the twenty-second rule in place.
So, I give him his twenty seconds to release the most endorphins since he’s so stressed out. I’d do anything for him, and he knows it.
“Am I allowed to walk around here half-naked again, or do I need to wear a snowsuit all day every day?” I whisper from over his shoulder.
“Fuck you, asshole. Get off me.”
I stumble and have trouble catching my breath between chuckles when he shoves me and stomps down the hallway.
It’s still pitch-dark outside when I wake up in a sweat and with my balls aching. This bullshit Amber spewed is fucking with my head now too. I’m used to not getting nearly enough sleep—the dark hours of nighttime are not my friend—but I’ve never had sex dreams about my best friend. This is the third night in a row I’ve had a dream about Bodie on his knees with my hard cock in his mouth. The way he looked with his full lips around my shaft and his deep Cupid’s bow still perfectly visible, and his black curls hanging over his baby blues, was porn-star worthy. I’ve never dreamt or even thought about him like that until we had the conversation in the kitchen the other day—now it’s like I can’t stop.
I head to the kitchen for a bottle of water but stop dead in my tracks in front of his door when I hear moaning and the smacking of skin on skin. I panic when I hear two men’s voices. Did he really bring someone home? I get closer to the door and sigh with relief that the sounds are coming from his phone. For some reason, I feel better knowing he didn’t hook up with arandom guy to experiment with. When Bodie gasps and lets out a moan, my dick twitches to life, and I know it’s time to leave.
I take a minute to shake off my dream and the sounds Bodie was making before heading back to my room—I also don’t want to hear him coming. That’s the last thing I need when I’m trying to get my dick to calm the fuck down. As I’m about to swallow the last bit of water, he steps out of his room, and immediately I see the glistening remnants of cum still on his chiseled bare stomach. Fuck, why is that so sexy right now?
He covers it with his hand when he sees me. “Damn, I’m hungry. Needed a snack.” He’s the worst liar. “Umm, how long have you been awake?”
“I just came—out here to get water.” I stumble over words that shouldn’t be a problem, but I don’t want to make this more awkward than it already is—why is it awkward, though? It’s not like we’ve never talked about sex or jerking off before.
“Uhh, yeah, me too.” And that’s the tipping point. We both double over with laughter, and I can’t help but remember all the times we’ve laughed and enjoyed each other’s company.
“Okay, on that note, I’m going back to bed.” I stop and cup his shoulder as I walk past. “Everything’s going to be okay.” He lets out the breath he was holding as I release him from my grip—I didn’t realize I tightened it until I see the redness left over on his skin. “Goodnight, Bode.” He doesn’t respond by the time I close my door, and I’m left wondering if I said the wrong thing.
“What do you mean? Like Bodie, Bodie? Your best friend since forever, Bodie?” Calisse’s response doesn’t surprise me. She obviously knows how platonic my relationship with Bodie has always been—no matter how many times she insisted we must’ve fucked at some point. “He’s finally admitting he wants to do the deed with you?”
“Calisse, what the fuck?”
“What? You can deny it all you want, but that man has been in love with you for years.”
“Shit, not you too.” Typical Calisse, laughing at my pain. “It’s bad enough Amber saying it and fucking with both of our heads, and now you?”
“Listen, I’ve been saying it for years. You just haven’t been hearing me.”
“I didn’t say he wants to fuck me.”
“But you want to fuck him?” she says with a smirk.
“For fuck’s sake. All I said was my dick twitched listening to him.”
“So, your dick wants to fuck him?”
“Why am I here at a waffle joint at 3 a.m. with you again?”
“Because you love me and know I won’t bullshit you like everyone else in the world does.”
“Why do you always have to be right?”
“Stop being a pussy and just kiss him already.”
“You’re literally zero help.”
“Maybe, but I’m pretty to look at,” she says with a wink and a devilish grin.
