Catching up and getting off
Stephens POV
I took a moment to readjust the sofa cushions, no matter what way I lay I just couldn't get comfortable. The soft fabric was just rubbing my arms wrong, or I was falling between pillows, even the arm rest felt too high on my neck tonight.
Sighing I sat up, pulling a small table across to put my feet on. It felt marginally better. I looked down at my phone beside me. The screen sat there dark, taunting me. I instinctively reached out for it but resisted the urge to grab it and start messaging. The bonfire had been last night, and I hadn't heard from Jake and Ricky yet.
I felt a pang of guilt. I also hadn't messaged Paul yet, but that was more trying to play it cool, nervous than it might seem like I was desperately chasing him. I wasn't sure how long I should wait. I heard three days on T.V., but that seemed an eternity. It was times like this I wish Ricky and Jake were here to give me the answer. But they weren't. I hadn't heard from them.
I switched on the PlayStation before logging into overwatch, the loud music and bright screen filling my room. The first match started when I heard a voice downstairs.
'I'm coming up, don't kick me!' before fast footsteps on the stairs. It was Jake's voice. My stomach fluttered as my mood went from irritated and anger to ecstatic glee. I took a calming breath and settled on a smile, not fully feeling it. But better that than causing issues.
'You’re safe, come up.' I called down to him.
Jake opened my door, wandering in in his usual comfy gym clothes, aimless grin on his face and a small plastic bag at his side.
'Hey.' he sat right beside me, his arm brushing against mine.
'Hey.' I mimicked back, keeping my voice light and cheerful.
We sat there quiet for a few minutes. I felt awkward, I could feel my heart beating fast, but not with my normal attraction for him.
Jake was ignoring the screen, looking at me. 'You good?'
'Yeah,' I lied, 'Just can't get past this team’s defence,' focussing on the game as my character died for the second time on the objective.
'Cool, cool, cool.' he muttered in a sing-song tone. He paused a minute longer, 'But say you really weren't okay, and your friend probably thought it was something to do with him, but didn't know what he had did, here.'
Jake passed me the plastic bag. Inside was chocolate, some face masks and wine. I couldn't help but grin, and laugh, feeling my eyes grow wet as my emotions see-sawed from guilt at being mad at him, to happiness to anger.
Jake looked at the display like one might look at a tiger outside it's cage, not sure if he should run or stay completely still. He made the right choice and let me process it, turning from an unbalanced emotional wreck back to normal in the space of a few minutes. after I was calm again.
'So,” he nudged me in the ribs, “I'm glad you're definitely okay.'
I laughed so hard it hurt, aware how deranged I must look, eyes still wet. Wiping them and smiling I looked at him, 'How did you know?'
He shrugged, 'You're my best mate, and you hadn't spammed me like thirty times today. When you're upset you always stop messaging.'
I gave him a hug as he reciprocated. Despite the fact I was taller, Jake's lean from was solid and strong. It really did make feel held.
'So, what's definitely not wrong' he said grinning.
'I was upset about last night.' I admitted
''Sorry,” he looked guilty, “maybe me and Ricky shouldn't have gone off with Sarah'
I shook my head, 'No, no, it wasn't that. I was glad you got to be with her. You'd wanted to for so long.'
'So, what's wrong?” he asked, confused.
'It’s stupid. But it was just that you guys left without even saying bye, and then I felt alone, and then I kind of started feeling like I really was just a hanger on with you guys.” I was speaking rapidly now, letting out what felt like far too much.
'I'm sorry -' Jake started, before I cut across him.
'No, no, you don't have to be. You guys didn't do anything wrong. It's just a me problem. I guess I just started feeling like I was, well, boring, that I wasn't interesting unless you guys were there, and it made me feel a bit shit.”
Jake looked me in the eyes. I could feel the empathy and care coming from him.
'You know you are a bit boring -' he agreed.
I hadn’t expected that. 'What -'
'But you're also funny, kind, generous. Seriously, you're my best friend and I love being with you. But if that's how you feel maybe you need to try and do some more things alone and see the awesome you I do.'
'Can't believe you called me boring.' I was grinning now, 'he loved being with me' was just playing on repeat in my head.
He kissed me. And for the first time it was sweet, tender. Not a, I want to fuck, just a moment of feeling. My body lightened with his lips touching me.
Jake grinned, 'Hey your words, and I said a bit'
I laughed. 'Well, there was a taekwondo class I was thinking of going to.'
'You should. Make it your ninja way.”
I looked at him intently. 'Did you just quote Naruto at me?'
He looked defensive now. 'You made me watch it all.'
This time I kissed him. And I wasn't tender.
'Oh. OH' He grinned and kissed me back hard. I stood up bringing him with me, each of us grabbing our t-shirts and stripping them off. We fondled each other as we collapsed shirtless in my bed, our bare chests touching. We rubbed ourselves against each other and as we kept making out, feeling our hard cocks connect.
I took a break from kissing him. 'Tell me about last night.'
'What?'
'I wanna hear.' I slipped off his shorts and mine as we lay naked on our sides. I grabbed some lube and gripped both our dicks in my hand. I started rubbing.
'Shit, that feels good.' Jake moaned into my neck.
'I wanna hear what you got up to.' I insisted, milking us together slowly, kissing my away along his collarbone.
He grinned, 'well when the three of us for alone first she got naked, and I got to play with her tits. ' He moaned as I rubbed my thumb under his head.
He started to kiss me, but I backed off. 'Keep going', starting to stroke a little faster.
Jake’s breath was short, but he continued, “While I kissed and licked them Ricky was behind her, he started fingering her. Then he did that thing where he made me taste his fingers!
I laughed, 'He loves putting his fingers on our mouth.'
Jake laughed back, 'I know, like every fucking time.”
I started to kiss his chest. I was still stroking us, but I started to slow down. I saw the tell-tale signs in Jake. I didn't want to come too soon.
He paused for a second blushing, 'Then I got on my knees while I sucked off Ricky.”
I was surprised, 'Fuck, that sounds hot.' Picturing Jake in front of Ricky on the beach – I was sad I missed it.
'Yeah, it was.” He admitted. Jake paused for a second. “I even swallowed his cum.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he grinned, “think he needs less protein in his diet though.”
I laughed, 'Maybe it's an acquired taste, I enjoy it'
“You do don’t you.” He kissed me longer this time, his tongue invading my mouth, our hips both thrusting slowly into my hand, the faint squelch of the lube and our dicks filling the room. Jake continued recounting the night.
“Then Ricky led her to me on the beach and got her to ride me. Fuck. It felt amazing. She fucking came while riding me. It was hot as fuck “
'Yeah.” I started stroking us faster. Ready to make us both cum.
'I’m just sorry you don't get any last night' He panted out. He was fucking close. It wouldn’t be long till he blew his load between us.
'Yeah' I said, desperately trying to keep my face neutral.
He looked at me puzzled before his eyes went wide. 'Wait, what was that smirk?” It hadn’t worked.
“What smirk?” I laughed.
He grabbed my hand stopping me jerking, replacing it with his own, slowing down, taking us from the climax. 'Don’t what smirk me. You can't lie for shit Stephen.. Something happened didn't it.' He kissed my neck punctuating his accusations, his lips ticklish against my bare skin.
'Yeah.” I admitted.
'What?' He was smirking at me now – “What happened?”
'I may have gotten a blow job.'
'Fuck, from who?'
I didn't want to say. I shook my head
'Hmm, who else was there. Everyone else left or hooked up.” He kept stroking us while puzzling it out. Then his eyes brightened.
“Except. Except Paul. Right, it was Paul. Wasn’t it. He sucked you off right. Say nothing if it was Paul.”
My face was easy to read. I nodded
“Fuck, what a player. I had to get Ricky to help me get some, and you pull a stud like Paul by yourself.”
He was stroking us fast now,
“Where'd you cum?”
I was moaning under his touch. His brow was starting to sweat. I was close. He was to.
'In his mouth' I gasped out.
'Legend.' Jake muttered, as he kissed me, moaning into my mouth as I felt him cum, his jizz spilling onto my dick. I whimpered back as I shot as the same time, clutching his chest tightly against me.
We spent the next few minutes kissing before we rolled apart laughing. Jake wiped himself off on my sheets before jumping on the sofa, still nude.
He reached into the bag he had brought, pulling out a face mask. 'Right, so how the fuck do these things work?
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