But when he pushed me down on the couch and rode his hard cock up along mine, I remembered damn well what he’s like when he’s with me.
I threw my legs around his thighs, then spit into my hand twice. There was a half of a shadow over Blake’s face, and somehow, he looked even more handsome than usual. He had these square features, but there was a permanent softness etched onto it, too, hidden under his furrowed brows and his tightly cut brown hair. Most people would think he was frowning or scowling if they caught him at the wrong moment, but I knew he was always just taking his time with his thoughts and being intentional about things in his way.
When Blake did something, it was because he meant it.
And fuck, it felt good that I meant something to him.
He pulled his lips back and took in a surprised breath when I grabbed our cocks, gripping them together. There was a light stubble on his jaw, and when I stroked, his tongue darted out over his lip.
“Feels good,” he grunted, then spit in his hand. His grip joined mine at our cocks, and I huffed in a deep inhale of his pheromones and woodsy scent.
I accepted a long time ago that Blake and I weren’t meant to be in an actual relationship. He was still basically straight, for one thing. And after pining over him through all of my teenage years and on into the start of my twenties, I finally had to just swallow the truth that we weren’t meant to be together.
He was meant to have a real relationship, something meaningful and stable and healthy, and I just wasn’t made for that kind of thing. It was more my style to have quick, no-stress fun, the kind that came with zero commitments and opportunities for disappointment.
But every now and then, when Blake fell against me and our lips crashed together again, I let myself pretend we were something different. I gave myself to his greedy hands, and rubbed his slick precum down our shafts, and buried my face in his neck.
“Casey,” Blake grunted, then pushed me back as he winced. “I’m close.”
Our dicks pulsed together, hot in my grip. “Fuck yeah you are,” I gasped, then gave us each one long and slow stroke. “Me too.”
His hand still on my cock, Blake climbed up. His knees landed on either side of my chest, his weight pinning me down as he pushed his cock to my lips. I groaned as he reached back and worked my precum down my shaft with a steady pump, and I opened my mouth to take him in.
“Yeah, you like this?” Blake grunted to me. One hand held the back of my head and the other my cock, and while he pumped himself into my mouth, my entire body spasmed on the edge of a climax.
“Fuhh,” I tried to groan with my stuffed mouth, jerking my hips into his grip. Blake’s cock slammed into the back of my mouth, and when I stretched my throat to take him deeper, I finally felt his orgasm explode. His hot release flooded my tongue, and I shook with the force of my own climax, lightning striking my nerves as I shot.
“Blake,” I groaned, spilling my load again, my lips pursed to his glistening crown as he shot and leaked. “Tell me you love it.”
“Fuck,” Blake groaned back. His hips jerked hard, and the last spurt of cum splattered on my lips. “Yeah, I love it,” he grunted and laughed. “Okay, I love it.”
I licked the cum off his tip, then pulled my lips up for a kiss. “Good,” I said.
Right after we fucked, I used to lay there and torture myself, wondering if I should ask him to be my boyfriend or something. But now that I was finally old enough to let it go, I just felt the trembles of pleasure and appreciated a couple minutes with Blake, lying on the couch together.
It made me happy when he was happy, and for once, he actually had a smile on his damn face.
I patted his thigh, then pulled myself up. “You hungry?” I asked. “I’m making dinner.”
Blake grinned and grabbed his shorts from the ground, disappointing me by pulling them up and covering his thick, hairy thighs again. “Yeah, I’m hungry,” he said, then nodded to my abs. “Just wash up before you go in the kitchen.”
I looked down at the cum that was splattered on my bare stomach. I swiped through it with my index finger, twirling through my happy trail, then licked it off. “You don’t think I should use it in the dinner?”
Blake rolled his eyes. “You’re nasty.”
I grabbed my boxer briefs. “I do what I can to keep it interesting around here.”
“Speaking of. You saw that text from Peyton?”
“Yeah, sounds like Russell wants to move in after all. A couple months?”
“Still works for me if it still works for you.”
Blake nodded. “Of course.”
We both hesitated for a minute. It crossed my mind that Russell moving in meant there wouldn’t be much chance for these unexpected hookups for a while, not with our best friend’s younger brother around.
It was probably for the best, though. I was trying to find Blake a serious relationship, and once I did, we’d finally stop acting like teenagers and hooking up in secret. It would suck, but a serious relationship was what Blake wanted, so I’d learn to be happy for him.
And until then, I’d try to enjoy what we had, knowing it wouldn’t last forever.
