SEBASTIAN
Chapter Nine
Only when the door of our room opened and Tyler leaned against the frame, did I realize I had been pacing.
My nervous trot back and forth in the room came to a halt at a swooshing sound the bouquet of red roses made when he swayed it in front of him. “Is this weird?”
A laugh escaped me before I knew what was up. “I don’t know. Is it?” I cocked my head, looking at the flowers, wondering what the appropriate reaction would be. “That’s a…big bouquet.”
Tyler chuckled as he thrust it towards me.
I accepted the flowers. They smelled like summer and hope. I admired them for a moment, then looked at my best friend. “I gotta say, this feels nice.”
“We should normalize guys giving flowers to their besties,” Tyler said as he slipped inside and shut the door behind him.
I looked at the roses for a short while, then placed them on my desk.
Over my shoulder, I glanced at Tyler. “What else should besties normalize?” It was as close to teasing as I had gotten in weeks.
Whether it was his pursuit or simply the passage of time, my mood was getting better every time I saw Tyler.
My best friend stepped forward, slowing down behind me, and placed his hands on my hips. As his body pressed against mine, the tension left my muscles. I hadn’t even realized how stressed I had been until I relaxed. “How about something like this?” Tyler asked, his lips near my ear.
It tickled and it felt absolutely fantastic. My skin prickled as he exhaled softly over the side and back of my neck. “That sounds good,” I whispered. “Um…anything else?”
It cut my breath short when he pressed his crotch against my ass. “I’d like to normalize this, too.” His hips moved slowly from left to right and back.
“I’ll vote for it,” I said, a shudder passing through my chest. I placed my hands over his on my hips and followed them as he moved them around to feel my stomach.
I wore a baggy hoodie and a pair of gray sweatpants against his nice shirt and black pants.
I could feel every move of his fingers through my hoodie.
And when I took some control over his movements, I pushed his hands down to the edge of my hoodie and dragged them back up.
Tyler pulled my hoodie up my abs, cold hands pressing against my bare flesh and making me laugh nervously.
“I definitely want to normalize that,” he said in an amused tone, taking his merry time exploring my body.
His crotch dragged over my ass and I wondered how it made me feel.
It turned me on, yet it filled me with fear.
This was all so new and foreign to me. Still, his hands were made to feel my torso.
They were a perfect match, their gentle, warming caress over the hills and valleys of my abs.
“You better start normalizing some of this soon, or I’ll pass out,” I said, my voice strained. My head dropped back on his shoulder and his lips met my right cheek. He kissed the side of my face until I turned my head and our lips found each other.
“Mm, we can’t let that happen,” Tyler murmured softly as he kissed me. His breath was minty and fresh like he’d come here planning to kiss me silly. I was guilty of coming up with the same plan, though.
Tyler tightened his arms around my body, his hands searching me and feeling my body with more urgency and more pressure.
He dragged them in opposite directions, one rising to feel my chest and the other exploring the V line of my abdomen.
Now totally warm, his hands were the sort of comfort I had never known I needed.
It had always been me standing behind a person, doing the touching and exploring.
To receive it so gently was a huge and surprising turn-on.
“Tell me if it feels wrong,” he said as he pulled his head back from the smooth, passionate kiss we had just shared.
I covered his hands again firmly and led him where I wanted him. “It doesn’t feel wrong at all,” I whispered. His left hand rested on my left pec, fingers searching for my dark nipple. I led his right hand down to the edge of my sweatpants and then some.
I could feel the shallow gasp he made as I pushed his hand to where my dick formed a thick bulge.
Feeling his hand on me made me throb. I swallowed and held my breath because I could feel myself slowly beginning to pant.
I paused and slowed everything down until it was the smoothest dance two people had ever danced.
Tyler moved his right hand along the length of the bulge in my sweatpants. “A fantastic choice of clothes, Sebastian,” he whispered. His hips thrust forward, and his crotch pressed hard against my ass, making Tyler suck his teeth. “My pants are so fucking tight. It hurts.”
“You’re that hard?” I whispered, surprised for no reason at all.
After all, I was just as hard. Why wouldn’t he be turned on as much as I was?
I moved my left hand down and behind my back, searching and finding the tent his dick tried to pitch.
His pants were coarse and tight in comparison to my comfortable attire.
“Fuck, you really are that hard,” I said, wondering why that surprised me.
Somehow, it felt odder to think of Tyler as being into men than to feel this attraction coming from me.
To me, it felt like a natural outcome that I would long for everything he had to offer after taking his love and friendship for so many years.
Boys like us would probably have had some kind of experience with each other. Even the straightest of them all had occasionally admitted to fiddling around with a friend. Not us though.
I turned around because I couldn’t stand not looking at him a second longer. I couldn’t hold my hands back anymore. I had to touch all of him.
As our gazes met, that naughty smile I had grown up looking at spread across Ty’s face. He licked his lips. “I’ve been daydreaming about kissing you again since the library,” he said.
So had I. His ex-girlfriend had dragged it out almost like she’d known, but I couldn’t let us kiss before it was done.
Even if we’d kissed already, I couldn’t let us take that risk.
Every time we kissed, my resolve weakened, and I wanted more.
At the same time, anxiety spiraled, too.
Would I like it? Would he? Would we be any good at it?
Would a terrible disappointment make this whole thing unattainable?
I feared all those things and more, but Tyler ran the back of his fingers over the side of my face, and the fears went silent.
“You’re worried, huh?” Ty asked, his hand caressing the back of my head, his face inches away from mine.
“Uh…a bit,” I said. “It’s just…we don’t have a clue what we’re doing.
” I cracked a smile, leaning in and pressing my lips against his.
I kissed him the way I wanted to be kissed.
I wasn’t sure if it made sense, but it was like I could finally feel free to try things out because this wasn’t some stranger with a stranger’s thoughts I was kissing.
This was Tyler. So I extended my tongue a little and found the tip of his, licking and playing for a short time, then sealing our lips together for a blazing kiss.
Tyler pulled back and smirked. “It looks to me like you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I know what I want,” I said, confidence growing as his smile stretched.
He dragged his lower lips between his teeth and slid his hands from my shoulders to my pecs.
His pupils dilated as he dropped his gaze there and back to my face.
“I’m all yours.” There was such a thrill of excitement to his voice that it tipped me over, pushing me from waiting to be taken to taking what I wanted.
My hands found his round ass, and I squeezed it hard, kissing his lips at the same time.
Tyler let out a soft moan that never left our connected mouths.
He kissed me back, throwing his arms around my neck and pulling me close.
As we ground our bodies against one another, he whimpered through his nose, giving me all the sloppy wet kisses like we’d done this a million times.
This was why Tyler was so special to me; this knowledge that we were with each other, so we were undoubtedly safe, allowed us to act however we wanted and still know the other one enjoyed it.
I didn’t need to fear anything with him, even if I had my reservations about the more serious stuff.
And even that, I knew he understood. I knew neither of us would expect more than what we were willing to give just yet.
The longer we were in each other’s arms, the freer I felt.
Courage rose and then soared. I pushed my hand down between us, the other one on the back of his head.
Our mouths smashed together hungrily while I rubbed his throbbing bulge to madness.
The harder I worked on him — doing precisely what I had always wanted done to me — the shorter his breaths and the louder his moans became. I swallowed them all from his lips.
He squirmed and pushed away from me. “Take that off,” he huffed, grabbing the edge of my hoodie. “I want to feel your body.”
I pulled my hoodie over my head and threw it on the floor, standing still.
As if he had never seen my body in the locker room, or rather, as if he had never gotten a chance to take a good, long look at it, Tyler paused.
His ears perked, his eyes fixed on me, and the corners of his lips curled upward.
“Your turn,” I whispered. The desperate desire to see him topless filled me with urgency.
Tyler undid his buttons slowly, teasing me with the excruciating pace, while I watched more and more of his flesh being bared. He was so sexy that the room was almost spinning around me.
He smiled brightly. “Isn’t that crazy? I never realized just how hot you were.”