Kingston
I’m nervous about what Camden wants to talk about tonight. I’m not stupid. I could see something’s on his mind, but I’m also on a high. We spent so much time over break together, fucking, kissing, and fooling around.
It was fun.
It was beyond fun in ways I’ve never really experienced before.
Everything with Camden is fun, though, so I shouldn’t be surprised this is too. More guys should fuck their best friends. I really think we’re on to something here.
I smile to myself as I grab a book from my locker in between classes, but my stomach actually lurches when I turn around and nearly run right into Kennedy.
“Kennedy. Fuck.” That’s all I can come up with when I see my former girlfriend. She’s in an oversized green sweater, jeans, and boots, and ready for winter. Her makeup is done perfectly, along with her hair. Just like always. But she’s not scowling at me. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” Her voice sounds sugary sweet. “Just wanted to see how your break went. We can still be friends.”
I cock my head to the side, trying to figure out what the hell she’s getting at. “I don’t think that’s possible after you told the whole school I have a tiny dick and I’m a bad lay.”
I’ve seen some people talking and looking at me, laughing. But honestly, it hasn’t been so bad. I’ve been so focused on Camden, I’ve barely noticed. I certainly haven’t cared.
I think back to his desperate moans and the way his fingers dug into my flesh when he came. I couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off my face if I tried. Fuck, he’s hot.
Never thought I’d think that, but I do now.
“Oh my God, you’re so dramatic,” she whines at me, and I roll my eyes. My grin vanishes at the sound of her voice.
“Whatever. I’m late.” I try to move past her, but her hand slides up my chest. She’s giving me that flirty look on her face I guess I used to find attractive, but now it only annoys me more.
“Kingston. I miss you. No one even cares about your dick, okay? They all knew I was kidding.”
I snort at that, then look at her hand on my chest, feeling sick from her touch. “Sure they did.”
She huffs, dropping her hand and becoming angry. I definitely know that look. “Oh my God. Do you want me to tell the whole school your dick is massive? I mean, what do you want?”
“Nothing,” I say honestly. “I don’t want anything from you.” I got my confidence back, thanks to my best friend. I know he wasn’t faking the pleasure he felt, and when he looks at me, I swear I feel like the hottest person on the planet. “I don’t want anything to do with you. Leave me alone.”
She huffs, her bottom lip poking out as she crosses her arms. “Jesus, fuck. You’re being so dumb. You know we belong together.”
“No. I don’t know that. I don’t want that, and I’m done. I wasn’t kidding.”
She’s furious now, and I notice some people watching us. Fucking great. This is what I never wanted to go through again. “You’ll regret this. You know you can’t live without me.”
I almost laugh in her face, but I don’t want to be too mean. I don’t want to do anything close to acting like her. “Move on, Kenn. I have.”
With a sure smile, I brush right past her and head into my next class, feeling pretty damn good for the rest of the day.
I told Camden about my run-in with Kennedy after dinner, and although I think he’s still a little worried, hopefully he sees how serious I am. I don’t want anything to do with her ever again. And if he doesn’t believe me, maybe I can show him now that Lucy is asleep in her room and we’re in his.
I kiss his neck after lifting his shirt up and off, and his head lolls to the side, giving me access without any fight. His fingers slide over my bare stomach under my t-shirt, and he groans. “God, you feel so good under my hands.”
I smile, because he has that look on his face I was thinking about earlier.
The I’m the hottest person on the planet look, like he can’t believe he’s touching me.
Truthfully, I’m the lucky one. I unbutton his jeans and nudge him toward the bed, but he stops me.
His hands land on mine as he seems to shake away the lust fog.
“Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” I can’t completely stop kissing him, though, and I nibble on his neck and down his chest. His head falls back, and his fingers thread through my hair.
“Kingston. We were going to talk first, remember?” His voice already sounds wrecked, but I respect him enough not to push. If he wants to talk, we can talk.
“So talk.” I kiss down his chest to his firm stomach, falling to my knees. I can totally multitask.
“Oh, Jesus,” he breathes, his hands still stroking my hair as I undo his jeans and push them down.
I mouth the hefty bulge over the cotton of his briefs, and he gasps. He’s not multitasking at all, so I remind him, “Cam. Talk.”
“Oh, uh . . .” His fingers slide through my hair as the fabric of his underwear becomes wet from my mouth, and I love the feeling of his solid erection through his briefs.
Teasing him until he’s begging for it. “Kingston.” He sounds so serious, so I stop what I’m doing and look up at him. “I got into KU.”
“W-what?” I stutter. “When?”
“I just found out last week.” He looks distraught, like he thinks I’m going to be mad at him for not telling me or I’m going to beg him to stay.
But all I feel is pride. “Full ride?”
He gives a quick nod, but he still has fear in his eyes as he looks down at me. He got into college, and it’s paid for. He’s getting his dream. An enormous smile takes over my face, and I yank his briefs down to his calves. “That definitely deserves a blowjob.”
“W-what?” It’s his turn to stutter, and I notice his erection has flagged slightly since his admission.
“You got a full ride to college. You did it.” I grab his cock and give it one quick stroke, and it firms up in my hand instantly. “That deserves a blowjob, for sure. Maybe even a good dicking.”
He lets out a startled laugh at that. “You aren’t mad?” I stroke him again, eliciting a hearty moan from his lips.
“Hell no. I’m proud.” I lick the salty precum from his slit, dragging my tongue over the flushed head of his cock and then down over his shaft, all the way to his balls, which I tongue slowly. “Very proud.”
“Holy shit, Kingston,” he whimpers.
I love doing that to him.
I grasp his cock at the base and slowly take it into my mouth. I haven’t gotten the hang of deep-throating just yet, but I’ve been practicing as much as I can. It’s like I can’t get enough of him, and it doesn’t matter to me that he’s a guy.
To me, he’s just Camden. My best friend. And I really am proud of him. I’m not letting myself think about what this means. That he’ll be leaving soon. Way too soon.
When he hauls me to my feet and pulls me into a deep kiss, I kiss him back with everything I have. We undress each other, and then I’m putting on a condom and sinking inside him before I even know it.
I get lost in him every time.
There’s no time to feel the impending loss because he’s right here, moaning my name softly as I thrust into him and stroke his hard dick with my hand.
“I’m so damn proud of you,” I say as I thrust deep inside him, and his back arches up, his cry muffled by my mouth on his.
He’s going to have everything he deserves, and I won’t ever stop that from happening, no matter how much it kills me.