MIK
Water cascades over my head, washing away the last of the shampoo I worked through my hair. It’s overgrown, but I might never cut it ever again. A grin stretches over my lips as I think about the way Jason likes to grip the nape of my hair to keep me in place while he tongue fucks my mouth into oblivion.
Fuck. Is this really my life?
The last week has been a blur. Life has continued as it always has, with work and classes every day and practice twice a week. The normalcy of my days is only challenged by the nights and mornings I spend with him, but even that feels strangely normal. We’ve settled into a new routine that’s both comfortable and exciting.
We didn't leave the apartment for two days after we finally succumbed to the feelings we've both been carrying around for years. Now I spend my days watching the clock, waiting to get back to him. Waiting until the moment I can strip down and plaster myself to him. There's so much missed time to make up for. The only way I can rectify how much of an idiot I've been for the past four years is to maintain skin to skin contact every possible moment.
I was so afraid I would screw us up, that I'd lose him as a friend. We’re closer than ever, now.
But not close enough.
Two weeks ago, two months ago, two years ago—I would have been overthinking the dynamics of what goes where and how to do what. But if there's one thing I've learned since the day the barriers between us fell, it's that my body knows what it wants, and that Jason knows how to give it to me. Sex is a different experience with him. For once, it's not something I have to overthink. We fit in a way I never thought possible. In a way I never thought I would crave as much as I do.
Jason pumped the brakes after it became clear I was diving headfirst into all of this without a care in the world. He’s concerned that I should be more weirded out, afraid I'll freak out or something. He wants to give me time to think clearly with the right head and reconsider.
What he doesn't understand is that this was already written. It was always going to happen. It was always going to be us. There's no one else for me and hasn't been since the first time I saw him. I was afraid of it for so long, but I'm not afraid anymore.
I don't want to go slow. I just want him. All of him.
"Mik? You in here?" Jason pokes his head through the open bathroom door. "Hey," he says, his deep, gravelly voice making my cock perk up.
"Hey," I parrot, opening the shower door and leaning towards him for a kiss. He steps forward and presses his lips to mine, and the now familiar aching need warms me from the inside out. I groan. It's not enough.
My hand snakes into the front waistband of his track pants, and I pull him into the shower. He pretends to huff at his clothes getting wet, but conveniently doesn't have his wallet or phone anywhere on him. We work together to strip him down until his broad chest is rubbing against mine and his thick thigh presses between my legs. I grind myself against him, my cock growing harder by the second.
It’s understandable that he’d be worried I’d freak out over being with a man, since all I've ever known is women. And yeah, it's hard not to compare the feel of his big, strong body with what I'm used to. But instead of being thrown off by it, I marvel at how right he feels. I love every inch of his burly body pressed against me. It's all so much better and easier than I ever imagined.
I've been in love with my best friend for years, and now I finally have him. I'm not sure there's a way he could touch me that I wouldn't like. Everything he's done—rough or tender, fast or slow—it's all good. It's all perfect.
And I want so much more.
His big, calloused hands run up and down the length of my back. He grips the globes of my ass and pulls me against him. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I couldn’t care less about my masculinity. I can’t be bothered to give a single fuck for anything when he’s kissing me like this. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and moan like a slut as he presses me back against the tile wall and sucks on my throat.
"Jason," I pant against his mouth. "I want you to fuck me."
He stills and his teeth clamp down on my neck. I hiss and buck against him, two seconds from fucking whimpering like a girl.
I lower my mouth to the shell of his ear and try to keep the tremble out of my voice. "I prepped for you."
A strangled sound escapes against my neck before he pulls back and looks at me. The sky blue of his eyes looks darker than usual as he appraises me. "You prepped?"
I nod and bite my lip, trying to cover up my nerves. He stares at me so long I worry he's doubting my resolve, so I reach between us. My hand wraps around his thick girth and squeezes, drawing a grunt from him. "I want you, Jason. All of you."
Jason's eyes roll up to the ceiling like he's trying to find the patience to say no. I reach for the shower shelf, grabbing the bottle of lube I was using earlier. I pour some in my hand before returning it to his dick, stroking him and coating him with the slick liquid .
"I want to feel you inside me."
His eyes squeeze shut, a curse on his lips. "Mik–"
"Don't Mik me, just fuck me already."
His eyes capture mine again, pupils dilated. Pressing me harder against the tile, he repositions us and I think for a moment that this is it . I take a deep breath as subtly as I can and force my body to relax. I feel his cock brush the underside of my ass, but he doesn't ram into me like I was expecting. No, he just fucking smirks like the smug bastard he is. His hands are on my ass, fingers pressing into my crack.
"How many fingers?" he asks.
"H-huh?"
"How many fingers did you fuck yourself with to prep yourself for me?"
Jesus. I could come from his dirty talk alone. That voice.
"Two."
Jason lifts me higher, adjusting us so his cock is sandwiched between my ass cheeks. Fuck, he's big.
"You really think two fingers are enough to prep your tiny virgin hole for this?" he asks, thrusting his cock between my cheeks.
I shouldn't be turned on by him referring to me as tiny and virginal—I'm six feet tall and, although I don't have the bulk that Jason has, I'm not small by any means. But there's something undeniably sexy about being manhandled by him, so I'm not complaining. I grunt as two fingers that are much thicker than mine push inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion. "Oh, fuck ."
"You want me to fuck you, Mik? "
I nod, trying not to choke on water as my body gets jostled with every thrust of his fingers inside me.
"You think you can take me?"
"I can take you," I rasp.
"We'll see about that."
Jason pulls his fingers out of me and drops me to my feet before spinning me around to face the wall. My hands brace against the wall as he pulls my hips, forcing my ass out. A hand caresses down my spine, water sluicing off as he positions me just so. I hear the click of the lube cap, and then his fingers are inside me again, spreading and opening me wider. Just as I'm adjusting to the intrusion, there's more, and then more, until I'm sucking in deep breaths as I try to relax around four fingers.
"That's it, baby. You're almost ready," he purrs, and a rush of blood has my cock weeping.
Every time I think he's about to spear me with his massive cock, he does something completely different, probably just to spite me. This time he turns me around and presses me against the wall again, taking my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that makes me dizzy.
"Jason," I whine.
"So impatient."
I bite his lip, and he makes that growly sound that thumps me right in the balls.
The water turns off, and he pulls me out of the shower. He hands me a towel, but I just stand there, watching him casually drying himself off. What the fuck is happening here?
When it's clear that I'm not capable of normal behavior, he takes the towel from me and dries me off before wrapping the towel around my hips and using it to pull me into his bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me between his legs.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?"
"Fuck, Jason. Yes, I'm ready. I've been ready." I look down into his sky blue eyes and see the concern there. He's still worried I'm going to change my mind, chalk this up to some experiment, or run away screaming. Hell, if nothing else, I want to do this to prove to him that I'm serious about this. About us. "I want this. I want you ."
He nods up at me, and I bend down to kiss him again. I follow his lead as he scoots back against the headboard, crawling over him and straddling his wide body.
"You're in control," he says. "But go slow." Before I can roll my eyes and complain about him thinking I can't handle him, he cuts me off with a kiss and murmurs against my lips. "Go easy on me."
Another bottle of lube appears from under the pillow, and he pours some into my hand. I stroke it over his length, feeling every inch of his girth and the way it curves, marveling that he'll be inside of me soon.
Am I worried it won't fit? A little. Am I scared it'll hurt? I'm almost positive it will. But I want it. It'll be worth it to be this close to him.
Jason pulls out a condom, and I stare at it.
"Do we need that?" I ask. It's not like he can get me pregnant.
He shrugs. "I've never had sex without one," he says. "I'm negative, though."
"Me too," I say. "I just had a physical." And I've only been with your sister . I'm pretty sure he's thinking the same thing, but neither of us says it out loud. Thinking it is awkward enough.
"It's up to you," he says .
I take the condom away from him and toss it over my shoulder. "I want to feel you."
That's what I say out loud. But the entire time, I'm thinking so much more.
As he helps me situate myself, leaning back against the headboard to let me take control, I'm thinking about how this is so much more than just sex.
I want to feel him inside me because it feels right that there should be some tangible feeling attached to what I already feel inside. As I push myself down over this thick crown and feel the burn of his cock breaching me for the first time, I relish the pain. I want to be marked. Owned. I want there to be proof that this is real.
With a deep breath, I sink lower, my chest filling with a heavy emotion that rivals the stretch of letting him in. I have to look away from his bright blue eyes boring into me, reflecting the emotion that I'm feeling, because now that we've started, I'm wondering if I can actually handle it. Not even physically. Although, as I glance down, I realize I haven't taken him even halfway. But I’m already so full.
"Hey," Jason says softly, directing my gaze back to his. A soft smile plays over his lips, but his eyes still hold all the sincerity in the world. "You okay?"
I nod, because, yeah. I'm better than okay. But I also might be splitting apart in more ways than one. "Feels big," I say, letting the double meaning lighten the heaviness of the moment.
Jason sits up, careful not to jostle me too much, and takes my face in his hands. He kisses me soft and slow, and whispers against my lips. "Bear down and let me in."
Let me in , he says. But his eyes say more. They say he's been here all this time. He's the same guy that I've been in love with for years. He’s still my best friend, and he’s right here with me .
And as I bear down and sink farther down his length, the overwhelming fullness compounds itself. I have to hold in a sob.
This is it for me. You're it for me.
When my ass sits flush against him, he holds me still, kissing me until I'm wiggling, desperate to move.
"Slow," he says, and guides my hips.
I lift up, and then sink back down, a little more each time, until the burn is replaced by pure ecstasy and I'm riding him in earnest. His fingers dig into my hips, sweat rolls down both our bodies, and my cock slaps against our stomachs between us as I bounce on his cock. Our mouths never stray far from each other, even when we're too overcome by breathless pleasure to kiss. Jason swallows my moans, breathes my every exhale, and sucks on my frantic pulse until the room goes blurry. His big hand wraps around my cock and pumps me as I ride him.
My orgasm hits me like a tsunami, pulling me under. I can't even scream, just throw my head back and gasp for air as the waves of pleasure swallow me whole.
My whole body is shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm, when Jason wraps his arms around me and flips us so I'm on my back. He hooks my legs over his arms and lifts himself up, muscles bulging as he pounds into me. My waning orgasm seems to build again, and I cry out as his cock pegs my prostate.
"Yes," he growls. "Let me hear you."
With every punishing stroke of his cock inside me, I moan and cry and wail as another intense wave of pleasure pulls me under.
"Fuck!" Jason yells as his body tenses, and I gasp at the heat filling me as he empties inside me.
His thrusts become gentle rolls of his hips, and he rides out the last vestiges of his climax. When he moves to pull out of me, I hold him against me, not ready to let him go yet. My heart is beating rapidly.
"Stay. Please. Just for another minute," I plea, almost timidly. I don't want to admit to the strength of the feelings overtaking me as I come down from the most intense experience I've ever had in my life.
"Are you okay?"
I laugh. "So good. You?"
His chest rumbles, and he struggles to hold himself up on trembling arms through his laughter. He looks down at me, amused but sober. "Perfect," he says.
I finally let him pull his softening cock out of me, and he settles behind me, pulling me against his chest. His hands touch me everywhere, unknowingly soothing the rush of emotion and anxiety that overtakes me. It's like watching a horror film, knowing a jump scare is just around the corner. I don't know where these feelings are coming from or why I'm waiting for something bad to happen.
I'm thoroughly distracted when Jason's fingers caress down my ass and through the mess seeping out of me.
Am I supposed to like that this much? The knowledge that his cum is leaking out of my ass is… Fuuuuck, why is that so hot? Especially when Jason swipes through it and then pushes two fingers inside me, like he's pushing it back in.
“You’re mine now, you realize that, right? This means you’re mine.”
That does something to me. My cock twitches, but the rest of me is too exhausted to move. “I already was,”
I murmur breathlessly.
Eventually I doze off, waking when the bed dips and a warm, wet cloth touches my skin. I'd be disappointed that he's cleaning me up if it didn't fill my chest with even more emotion. When he's done, he presses a gentle kiss to my asshole, which makes me huff a laugh.
"Fucking weirdo."
"Dude. Get used to it. Your ass is my new obsession.”
He settles behind me in bed, pulling a blanket over us, and I turn around to face him.
"So I was… okay?" It felt pretty fucking incredible to me, but it was my first time. For all I know, I could have been lame.
"You were perfect. Even better than I imagined."
I give him a saucy smirk that he somehow sees in the pale moonlight that filters through the blinds.
"Don't get cocky."
"Too late."
He huffs a laugh and pulls me closer, entwining our legs.
"It feels big, huh?" he snarks, but there's a sincerity in his voice that tells me he knows what I really meant.
I don't even bother to joke. "Really big."
Jason doesn't laugh, just pulls me in for a long kiss. "Feels big to me, too," he murmurs before tucking his face into my neck and inhaling deeply.
When his breaths even out and my eyes are too heavy to remain open any longer, I let the words tumble from my lips in a hoarse whisper.
"I love you."
I thought he was asleep, but he kisses my neck tenderly. His voice is gravelly and choked with what sounds like emotion but could be sleep.
“I love you too. I always have. ”
Nodding, I sink into the bed, tangled around him like I plan to be for the rest of our lives.
“Always have. Always will.”
Loud pounding wakes me from a deep sleep. Light filters in through the curtains, but it’s dim enough to suggest that it’s still early.
"What the fuck?" I groan, turning my head to look at the alarm clock. It's not even seven in the morning on a Saturday. We have a match today, but not until this afternoon.
Jason snorts out a laugh when I yell, "Go away!" and bury my head under the pillow. He tries to get up, but I pull him back down.
"No. Stay. They'll go away, eventually. We are sleeping until ten, and then you're going to fuck me in the shower before we play Siler City."
"Aren't you sore?" he says, chuckling, but gives into my demands to lie back down.
"Why don't you kiss my ass again and find out?" I snark.
"You think I won't?"
"I have zero doubts you would," I say, eyes still closed. I keep them closed, even when I feel Jason move down my naked body. His lips brush my hip, and his fingers brush lightly over my morning wood.
"How about I tongue fuck your ass until you come? Would that get you out of bed early enough to go out for breakfast?"
I crack one eye open and look down at his smirking face.
"You're a kinky motherfucker, aren't you?"
"Oh, baby. You have no idea. "
Honestly, he could be into some real weird, freaky shit that I've never even heard of, and I'd probably be into it. Even if it's gross, I'd do it. It's better to just come to terms with it now, early in our relationship.
Just as his warm mouth closes around my cock, the pounding at the front door becomes so loud Jason can't hear my moans of pleasure. He must not, because he stops. Despite my protests, he releases my throbbing cock with a pop and stands up.
"Just let me get that. Maybe something's wrong."
"The building could be on fire, and I'd still want to come before I get out of this bed. There's no way I'm walking around with this thing," I say flatly, gesturing to the massive erection I'm now sporting.
"Noted." Jason pulls on a pair of sweats and winks at me. "I'll just be a minute."
Groaning, I flop back against the pillows and contemplate the tongue-fucking thing. Now that he's brought it up, I'm curious. Does that actually feel good? I kind of want to try it now. What does ass even taste like? Not gonna lie, I'd probably stick my tongue right up Jason's sweaty ass after a rugby match, right after burying my nose in his armpit. I fucking love the way he smells after a game. Just thinking about his musky sweat has me planning how to get him alone before the sweat dries on his skin…
"Mik!"
What the fuck is she doing here?!
I barely have time to cover up my naked, hard cock before Janel storms into the room. She looks fucked up, like she's been out all night binge drinking. She's paler than usual. Her face looks pinched and gaunt like she's lost weight in the past couple of weeks since I've seen her last. There are dark circles beneath her eyes, and her red hair is piled on top of her head in a tangled bun. Damn. Now I feel even more guilty for not answering or returning her calls and texts, but I was afraid she was going to try denying the breakup again.
"Shit, Janel. Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay!" she shrieks. "You've been ignoring me for two fucking weeks!"
"Hey, hey. I'm sorry, okay?" I say gently, holding my hands up in front of me like I'm trying to calm a wild animal. "What do you need?"
Clearly something's wrong, and she needs help. I can still be there for her without being with her. After two years together, I owe her that much respect, at least.
I sit up, trying to keep the sheet around my waist. It's nothing she hasn't seen before, but now isn't the time. Janel blinks at me like it's just now dawning on her that I'm naked. In bed. Not even my bed— Her brother’s bed . She doesn't say anything, but the expression on her face gives me the impression that she's putting it together. She looks confused and sad. Her eyes fill up with tears, and I know I have to say something.
"This isn't how I wanted you to find out–"
"I'm pregnant."