Chapter Twelve Colin
Chapter Twelve
Colin
Water drips from Declan’s brows, and I can’t take my eyes off it. He’s hoisted himself out of the pool and is sitting on the edge while I continue to float calmly in the deep end.
That kiss we shared has put me under some sort of spell. He’s given me more than my imagination ever could. Now I know the taste of his lips and the feel of his tongue against mine. These memories will be locked in my mind forever, and I can access them whenever I’d like.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more content.
He seems at ease too, not erratic and uncomfortable from unexpectedly making out with his male best friend. I don’t know what that kiss meant for him, and I’m not sure I want to know. I’m blissfully unaware and would rather keep it that way than learn that he hated it or only did it for me.
“I can’t ever go back to our room now,” I say with a laugh, remembering those rugby oafs who chased us into this gymnasium.
He glances around at the large room before saying, “This looks cozy. We can just sleep here until we graduate.”
I laugh as I use my arms to quietly paddle back toward where he’s sitting. “I was worried about not doing a single sexual thing before I graduated. Now I’m afraid I won’t do a single sexual thing before I die.”
“Ach,” Declan huffs. “I won’t let him hurt you. You’re not going to die.”
“Easy for you to say,” I reply as I reach the edge.
“All right, fine, Shakespeare,” he says, splashing me with a kick of his foot. “What exactly would you like to do before you die?”
My fingers grip the edge of the pool as I stare up at him. “What do you mean?”
“If you’re going to perish at the hands of an angry rugby player tonight, what would you like to do before you die?”
“You mean sex?” I ask, my throat feeling suddenly thick with nerves.
“Aye.”
My eyes rake over his half naked form for a moment as I let that question settle. Is he being serious? If I say what I want, is he implying he’ll give it to me?
“Well,” I reply before clearing my throat. “I’d like to suck a dick at least once.”
Declan leans back on his hands, nodding as he stares off into the distance. He looks as if he’s contemplating something. Eventually, his eyes meet mine.
“All right.”
My lips part as my brows pinch inward. “All right, what?”
“All right, you can…you know…” He glances down quickly at his own dick before looking back at me.
I let out a cackle that echoes in the near-silent confines of the empty gymnasium. “It’s not a joke, Dec. I’m being serious.”
“So am I,” he argues. “And I’m not just saying this to get my dick sucked. You can trust me. I’ll tell you exactly what to do so when you hook up with some guy after uni, you know you’ll be good at it.”
“I don’t want my first time to be a pity fuck with a straight guy,” I reply.
“Who said I was straight?” he asks, sounding offended.
I make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, assuming he’s messing with me. But he’s not wearing a smirk. He’s just staring at me, the confusion on his face.
“But…you’ve only been with women,” I say, trying to gauge if he’s having a laugh or not.
“So?” He shrugs.
My mind is spiraling as I stare at him. Tonight feels as if it’s flipped my life on its head, mixing up fantasy and reality. For four years, I kept my feelings for Declan a secret because I assumed he was straight, but I never bothered to even ask.
Is this real?
“Listen, Shelby,” he says, using my last name, which is something he does if he’s serious but not dire enough to call me Colin. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but I’m offering. If you don’t want to graduate from uni totally inexperienced, you don’t have to.”
“No, I…” My voice trails as I realize what I’m about to say. Am I really about to do this with him? My best friend. The man I’ve lusted after for four years. This might actually happen.
“I want to,” I murmur.
His eyes darken as he stares down at me. Something like lust washes over his features. And I can barely breathe with how hard my heart is pounding in my chest.
“Then, come here,” he commands.
A flash of blazing-hot arousal courses down my spine. I force myself to swallow before swimming toward him. His legs are dangling in the water as he sits on the edge of the pool, leaning back on his hands and staring down at me.
The water is shallow enough here that I can stand, so I move to my toes. I’m stationed between his knees, my head nearly reaching his chest. It’s the perfect height so that I only have to glance down and see the outline of his cock inside his wet black briefs.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask without looking into his eyes.
His hand takes my face under my chin, and he forces it up so we’re staring at each other. “If you want it, I want it.”
“I want it,” I whisper.
“Then take it,” he replies. Releasing my chin, he leans back again.
My blood feels impossibly warm as I move my fingers to his body. With shaking hands, I ease the elastic band of his underwear down, revealing his half-hard cock resting against his lower stomach.
I nearly panic, swim away, and announce that I can’t do this. But I want it. This isn’t some random bloke from the pub in a dark alleyway. It’s Declan. The person I trust most in this world. He’s giving me something I want—I just have to have the nerve to take it.
For a moment, I just stare at his cock, taking in the sight. Like me, he’s uncut. But he’s thicker than I am, with a bulging head and prominent veins running down the shaft. And he’s not even fully erect yet.
With my mouth watering, I lean down and hesitantly run the surface of my tongue along the length of him. On an exhale, I hear Declan moan.
“That was nice. Do it again,” he mumbles.
So I do. Slowly and more assertively this time, I rub my taste buds delicately against his cock, feeling it harden under my tongue. When I reach the tip, I close my lips over the head before pulling away again.
He lets out a little grunt, and I’m ravenous for more sounds of pleasure like that.
Finally feeling bold enough, I wrap my hand around his cock and delight in the feel of it in my grasp. Like mine, it’s smooth and warm to the touch. And since I know what I like, I slide the hood down and squeeze my fist around the head of his cock, twisting on the upstroke.
Declan hisses through his teeth as his legs writhe around me. “Aye, that feels good.”
Nervously, I glance up at him, and the moment our eyes meet, it’s electric. He’s into this, and it gives me the courage to keep going.
Opening my mouth, I ease his cock along my tongue. Once he’s reached the back of my throat, I close my lips around him and suck. Declan groans loudly, and I glance up to see him hanging his head back in pleasure.
“Like that, Shelby,” he murmurs raspily.
I really have no idea what I’m doing, so his praise and guidance are exactly what I need. Not to mention, the sight of him in the throes of pleasure because of me turns me on more than anything ever has before.
I just try to think about what I would like, so I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and bob my head up and down, sucking harder on each stroke.
“Fuck,” he groans, drawing the word out in a gravelly, gasping sound.
My movements become more intense with each groan, grunt, and whimper that leaves his mouth. His pleasure is my goal, and I can’t believe how good it feels for me to make him feel good. My cock is throbbing under the water, and I can’t stop the way it thrusts subtly against the wall.
“Shelby, slow down,” he mutters with a pained expression.
I do as he says, letting my lips linger at the head of his cock. And when I feel a drop of his salty precum hit my tongue, I nearly come in my briefs.
“Give me a little teeth,” he requests, looking down at me with his pupils blown wide.
Confused, I gently scrape my teeth along the length of his shaft. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his legs break out in goose bumps, and he sucks an agonized breath through his teeth.
“Fuck, that hurts,” he groans, so I quickly pop my head off and gaze up at him in shock.
“I’m s-sorry,” I stammer.
With a sexy smile, he buries a hand in my hair and leads my mouth back to his cock. “No, I liked it. Do it again.”
Unsure, I lean back down and take him back into my mouth, letting him feel a hint of pain from my teeth again. He moans louder than ever and thrusts his hips up into my mouth.
“Fuck yes, Shelby. Now, make me come.”
Lost to the sound of his pleasure, I stroke his cock with my tongue and lips, picking up speed, eager to hear more of his praise.
I’m so close to the edge myself as Declan fists my hair, writhing and thrusting. My cheeks hollow out as I move, sucking harder and harder. All I want is to feel his release on my tongue. This power over him is intoxicating.
My hips continue thrusting, searching for friction. With one husky grunt from him, I lose control. My body erupts with euphoria, my cock pulsing as I hum around him. The warmth of my own release fills my briefs, and I shudder with a hint of embarrassment.
“Did you just come?” he asks breathlessly.
Without pulling my mouth from his shaft or stopping my movement, I nod with a wince.
“Goddamn, that’s hot,” he replies.
The hand in my hair moves to the back of my neck, and he grips me affectionately as he guides my head down on his cock so he’s fucking my throat. With a thunderous, fatal-sounding groan, he tenses.
His dick is impossibly hard as he releases. Warm, salty jets of his cum coat my tongue and throat. I don’t want to take my mouth off of him, so I do my best to swallow, but it quickly starts to choke me.
I cough and spurt, his seed dripping into the pool water. My hand is still wrapped around his shaft, stroking him through his orgasm.
With his grip still on my neck, he melts onto the floor. Releasing his cock, I press my face to his bare thigh and try to force my heart to slow down.
“That was pretty incredible,” he says breathlessly.
The praise makes me smile against his leg. There’s not a sensible thought in my head. I’m just swimming in euphoria, literally. I just gave my first blow job to my best friend and came without even touching myself. Is this what heaven feels like?
Declan seems to be caught in the same postorgasm haze.
After a few moments, he sits up. I lift my face from his lap and dare to look into his eyes.
To my relief, it’s not uncomfortable or weird.
There’s a part of me that fears everything between us will be different now, but judging by the look in his eyes, we’re still us.
“So…?” he asks.
“What are you looking at me for?” I reply. “I should be asking you…how did I do?”
“Bloody good for your first time, Shakespeare.” Casually, he tucks his softening cock back into his briefs.
I grin proudly to myself.
“But don’t do the teeth thing to other guys,” he adds with a furrowed brow.
My face falls as I stare up at him in shock. “What? Why?”
“Because most guys hate that.”
I splash him with an armful of water. “What the hell, Dec?” I shout. “You were supposed to teach me how to give a good blow job!”
He laughs as he kicks water back in my direction. “Sorry, but I’m a sick fuck, and that’s just what I like.” With a shrug, he climbs from the floor and walks over to where our clothes lie discarded.
“Ugh,” I groan, rolling my eyes.
“But if you ever suck my dick again, now you know,” he says, slipping his shirt over his head. “I like a little pain.”
Shaking my head, I climb out and grab my pants from the floor. “What is wrong with you?”
He laughs. “Hey, you should be thanking me. Now, you won’t graduate completely inexperienced.”
I shove him on the shoulder. “Oh yes, thank you for letting me bite your dick.”
He’s laughing loudly now. “You’re welcome.”
There’s no use fighting my smile as I put on the rest of my clothes. The blow job was amazing, but I’m mostly just content to see that nothing between us has changed. I haven’t lost my best friend, and that’s what really matters most.