Chapter 16
DES
Post-Wall-E, I help wrangle the kids to bed. My storytime skills are massively improving. I’ve ventured into doing voices when reading Lulu the latest Elephant whereas a connection is the one thing I steadfastly avoid in choosing my sexual partners.
“I’m trying to find someone. Believe me.” There’s a vulnerability in his voice I don’t often hear. Tanner is steady. He keeps things in control—for his kids, for everyone. But now, in the dark, in this shared bed, he’s not hiding. “Dating with kids is hard.”
“So is your dick right now. If you’re hard all night long, it might be an emergency.”
As an ad man, I get ideas all the time. In order to be a working creative, I have to allow myself to be open to any ideas that pop into my head.
Most of them are bad, but some are good, and it’s hard to tell the difference in the moment.
Bad ideas can lead to good ones. And sometimes good ones can go off the rails and become bad ones. It’s an art.
All this is to say that an idea pops into my head in the moment, and before I can determine whether it’s good or bad, I say it out loud.
“What if I gave you a helping hand tonight?”
Tanner teepees his eyebrows at me in utter confusion. “What?”
“You obviously need a release. You’re not getting to sleep with that thing, which means I won’t sleep. I can help you out, make sure we both get some rest.”
“You’re seriously suggesting this?”
“Uh-huh. I doubt we’re the first two friends to help each other in this department. Look, man, if you roll over, you could send yourself to the emergency room.”
Tanner snorts out a laugh.
“You need an emotional connection in order to get off. Would friendship work?”
He doesn’t answer right away. I can feel the war inside him—guilt, probably. Uncertainty. But also something else. Need. Hunger, even if he hasn’t felt it in a long time.
His eyes snap to mine in the dim light. “Des…”
“I mean it,” I say. “You’ve been carrying a lot. Maybe you don’t have to tonight.”
“Isn’t this weird for you? Why would you do this?” he asks finally.
“Because I care about you.” I pause. “And we’re best friends. We’ve done a lot of weird shit over the years. What’s one more?”
His breath catches. The weight of my proposition hangs between us. Then, slowly, Tanner nods.
I move closer and let myself greedily fist his hard cock through his boxers. I pull back the front slit of his underwear and maneuver his cock out. He’s thick and warm. The tip is already coated with precome.
I don’t rush. I touch him like a secret I’ve been keeping, something I finally get to share. He lets out a shaky breath as I guide him back, as my hand wraps around him, careful and sure.
It’s quiet, save for his breathing, the subtle creak of the bed. He tenses and relaxes in my grip. My thumb slicks over his cockhead, and I feel him shiver.
His fingers clench the sheets. His head tilts back.
There’s something holy about this. After everything he’s been through, the fact that he trusts me with this moment. The fact that I’m the one here with him now.
I dip lower, kissing the hollow of his throat.
“Des,” he breathes.
“Just relax,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you.”
With a tender hand, I slip my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and push them down to his knees. The soft hairs of his thighs brush against my palm. His cock springs up, ready to be drained.
I run my mouth down his chest and stomach until I reach it. His cock. Literally staring me in the face. A layer of friendship about to be unlocked. Or decimated. Here goes nothing.
Tanner cries out in utter, heartbreaking relief the second my mouth makes contact. I drag my tongue up his shaft to his bulbous head. He trembles underneath me. He’s salty and warm and for tonight, all mine.
I won’t think about how long I’ve dreamed of this. I’m here to lend a helping hand—and tongue. Tanner deserves a world-class blow job.
I swirl my tongue against his head, licking up his precome. I slide back down his shaft and lick his balls. He hisses out tight breaths, as the rush of ecstasy almost seems too much for him.
“You okay, bud?”
“Yes. Please keep going. Please don’t stop.” Even his dirty talk is polite. He’s practically begging.
I pull all the tricks I’ve learned through my years of being a proud man slut. My tongue and fist traverse the whole landscape of his cock. I stroke his shaft while circling his cockhead with my tongue as it slowly disappears into my mouth. Down I go, taking all of him until his heat fills me up.
He puts a tentative hand on my head, seemingly unsure about whether to push. I take his hand and thread it through my hair. I’m all his. Take me for a test drive, I communicate to him with my eyes.
His legs clench and release with waves of pleasure as I bob on his dick. I grip his muscular thighs, breathing in the dank, manly smell of his balls. I’ve admired Tanner from a distance, making sure to keep my feelings at bay. Tonight, I get to indulge.
My dick is a throbbing hammer pressing against my pajamas, dying for touch. I rut against the mattress, trying to give myself some kind of release. Yet I am not the focus tonight. It’s all about Tanner. My guy needs this. I can wait for the shower.
I look up and find his lower lip quivering as he gasps for breath. He is even more sexy, more beautiful than I realized. Maybe I’m part demisexual because I can feel myself moving to a higher plane with him. Our connection, our years and years of friendship, is elevating us.
“Des,” he cries out between strained breaths.
“What is it? What do you need, Tan?”
“You.” His voice crumbles into a desperate whimper. “Kiss me.”
“Baby.” My face hovers over his. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes big and wild and needy, lips pouting.
He is vulnerable and eager and scared and so fucking beautiful.
When our lips meet, it’s magic. It surpasses every dream I had about this moment.
Our mouths tangle with need. He slips his tongue past my teeth.
Tanner reaches into my pajamas and strokes my achingly hard cock.
I moan into his lips, possessed with a carnal need for my best friend.
I pull my pajamas down, giving him better access.
I reach over him and fist his leaking cock.
We jerk each other in unison, our lips never parting.
I rub his slicked-up cock against mine, giving him lubrication.
“You fucking needed this,” I say against his lips.
“So did you.” He spits into his palm and returns it back to being wrapped around my dick.
Our lips mash together just like our cockheads farther south. I can’t fucking believe I’m making out with and jerking off my best friend, the guy who’s always been there for me more than my own family. My body tenses, ready to explode from Tanner’s touch.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…I’ve wanted to know what you tasted like,” I grunt out.
He groans into my cheek, the orgasm so strong that he can’t kiss anymore.
“Come for me, baby.”
He falls apart quietly, chest heaving, his hands fisting the sheets. His come shoots up, soaking my fist. Some even splashes onto my cock, sliding down my shaft. His heat coats me.
When it’s over, he lets out a long, trembling breath.
Tanner doesn’t stop jerking me off. He is a dutiful friend. He takes some of his own come and uses it as lube. He slicks up my cock, and it doesn’t take much. My balls draw up. I grab his neck, forcing us to lock eyes as I blow my load.
I lie next to him, listening to the sound of his heart slowly steadying. Neither of us speaks.
Eventually, Tanner turns his head toward me. His voice is hoarse. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I say softly. “It was.”
He watches me in the dark. I can’t read his expression. Not fully. I grab a washcloth from the bathroom to wipe us off—the icky part of sex that somehow only adds to the intimacy between us. The clean up doesn’t break the spell we’re under.
“We should probably talk about this,” he says.
“We will,” I promise.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I pull the blanket up over us and settle into the silence again. It’s not empty this time. It’s full of something else.
Something real.
Something more.