I didn't plan on getting sucked off by my best friend at breakfast.
I swear that if I'd known it was a possibility, I really would have made plans, but it was pure and simple work of fate.
Since there wouldn't be a game on Saturday, the coach had given us the Friday after Thanksgiving off. I'd only planned a nice restful morning and some quality time with Logan and Charlie until we all had to head to campus after lunch. That is, if the situation between the three of us was still normal after last night.
Things had gotten pretty out of control. Logan let me touch him and give him a blowjob until he came in my mouth. And it had been incredible, but I swore he'd be freaking out this morning.
However, to my surprise, Logan was completely normal when he found me in the kitchen making breakfast. He offered to help me and we made eggs and bacon chatting about trivial things and football stuff.
After we left a fruit salad ready for Charlie and washed the dishes, though, is when he finally brings up the subject.
"So... about last night..." he starts, and I avoid sighing. Here came the regret. The "I got carried away in the moment" or "I don't want you to think I'm gay or bi just because of what happened" speech. I knew those by heart from other tangles.
"It's all good, I know it was a heat-of-the-moment thing," I get ahead of him, but the man in front of me frowns. "You don't have to repeat it."
"And why not?" he shoots back, and I get confused.
"Because you're straight and all. We agreed to this three-way fun, but I know the focus is on Charlie and..." My explanation is brutally interrupted by Logan's body colliding with mine and his mouth taking me.
My shock is so big that it takes me a couple of seconds to close my eyes and respond. I hold the man by the nape and ask for passage for my tongue between his lips. When that happens, I'm invaded by his taste and I revel in the dance of our tongues. Logan kisses me hard, like he thinks I'll disappear when he stops, so I return it the same way. His stubble tickles my face and I catch myself loving it.
When his hands, before resting on the counter behind me, find my waist, I can't resist and pull him by the waistband of hisshorts, but unfortunately that's what finally seems to startle him and Logan breaks the kiss, taking a step back.
We stare at each other for several seconds, both trying to catch our breath, until he breaks the silence with a short laugh.
"Considering how long I've wanted to do that, straight doesn't seem like the right definition anymore," he admits, and my eyes go as wide as saucers.
Of course I'd had suspicions about his heterosexuality slipping away ever since that slip of saying he got turned on hearing Charlie and me have sex, or the stares he'd give my cock when the three of us were together in a room, but I swore he'd hold out a lot longer.
"I... Wow. I don't really know what to say."
Logan laughs and shrugs.
"It's fine, I don't know either. I'm not ready to define myself or anything... I already figured I was attracted to you as much as to Charlie, but I needed to kiss you to confirm it," he confesses, sounding a little shy even, and I catch myself fascinated.
Could I be dreaming?
"And what... do you want to do about it?" I ask, because as much as I really wanted to put him on the kitchen island and show him all the other pleasures one man could give another, I wasn't going to pressure him. The cards all needed to be his.
"I don't know. We've been friends for a long time and if you suddenly feel attracted to me back, we could explore some new things. New to me, at least," he says, and this time he actually blushes.
Fuck. I was going to bite this guy if he kept emitting cuteness like that.
I break into a predatory smile in his direction.
"I swallowed your come last night and just kissed you, and you're wondering if I want you too?" I shoot back, and he laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair.
"You said once that I wasn't your type."
Remembering the episode, I laugh and come closer.
"I lied shamelessly. You were my straight friend, teammate, and roommate. Showing my crush on you wouldn't have been in good taste," I reveal, and he lets a new shine slip into his eyes.
As he stares at me and breaks into a smile, I see the player Logan taking over completely from the embarrassed one.
Oh, this was going to be so fun...
I pull my friend by the nape and kiss him with doubled fervor. We quickly become a mess of hands squeezing and exploring each other's bodies. I move to take off his shirt, but I ask permission with my eyes first, which he understands and agrees to.
