Holy shit, we’re actually going to have sex.
I pull my hands back and look up at my friend. “Should we schedule it?” I ask.
Rafael laughs, then kisses my cheek, his beard brushing me. “Alexander, absolutely not. First rule, you can’t put sex on a schedule.”
“Says you.”
“It’s better spontaneous. Like right now.”
“Right now?”
“Like how right now I’m going to give you a blowjob.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
RAFAEL
It’s so bizarre,but the second I start touching Alexander, my brain calms down.
I’ve felt weird and unsettled for days. Funny, tingly sensations have been swirling through me, feelings that only grew stronger when Alexander started talking about his insecurity and his lack of experience.
The idea to hook up just appeared and felt right, like how touching him now feels so, so right.
We’re on the couch, and I’m sitting on his legs. Heat rushes through me. He looks so fucking cute, smiley and nervous. His mouth opens into a wide, surprised smile as I stroke his round cheek, from the smooth skin down to the scrape of his stubble.
This is perfect. Why didn’t we try this years ago? I can give Alexander what he needs, a nice confidence boost that will push him over the edge and get him out there, dating like he should be. And he’s actually so fucking hot, so when I rub up under his shirt, feeling his belly, his soft skin ignites my desire, and the quivering need in his expression melts me.
A fling with my best friend. I’m a genius.
“Does a blowjob sound nice?” I ask, my fingers dangling at his waistband. I want to hear him say it.
Alexander looks up at me. “Yeah. I mean, sure,” he manages softly.
It’s Alexander, the guy I’ve known for years. He’s this whole different category of person than anyone else in my life. Like, I pee when he’s in the shower sometimes. It’s so strange to look at his familiar features and for my attraction to flicker to life, but it does. He’s dressed in his work clothes, his tie loose but his collared shirt still buttoned up, and it strikes me that he really is so handsome, on top of being so cute.
I want him. I want his body and his moans and his orgasms. I’ve never wanted Alexander like this before, but as he lets out another shuddered breath, my desire spikes.
I trace my finger along his cheek. Unexpected things are actually the best.
“This isn’t a horrible idea, right?” I ask. I’m always a little disconnected from everyone else’s reality, and Alexander is my best check against totally floating away. “You’re not going to end up hating me after this for some reason?”
Alexander swallows. His lips part as he takes in a short breath. “Rafael, I could never hate you,” he finally answers.
Warmth flutters through me. “Good. I could never hate you, either.” It’s true that I can’t assume Alexander will always be in my life. I’m too cynical for that. But I do honestly believe that he and I will always care about each other, like we’re there for each other now.
I lean down and press my lips to his. Like last time we kissed, Alexander is tense at first. I feel his body go stiff beneath me. But when I stroke the side of his jaw and stay there, our lips just barely touching, he shudders and then opens his mouth, kissing me back as he relaxes. The kiss is warm and inviting and hungry enough that he pulls me in.
Fuck, kissing him is so nice.
Alexander makes a noise, kind of groan and kind of a moan. When I pull my lips away, we both take in a shaky breath, then laugh. “Wow,” I say, then push myself up so I’m sitting on his thighs again. “Yeah, definitely an excellent kisser.”
He turns his eyes down. “Rafael!” he says, like he still can’t believe it.
I laugh, trailing my fingers across his waistband. I’m distracted by how hot Alexander’s erection looks, straining in his work trousers.
I’m about to play with his cock. Whoa.
“One of the most important parts of a blowjob happens before it even starts,” I say, then remove his tie. “Take your time. Have fun.”
