Chapter 19 The Altercation #2
Taylor looked at him with a primal light in his eyes as he stepped in front of Fletcher and kneeled. The moment he dropped to his knees he wrapped his arms around Fletcher’s ass and pressed his face into Fletcher’s groin. Nuzzling him. He was already bulging and begging to be let out.
“Take it out,” Fletcher commanded impatiently. He said it in a way like he had already expected Taylor to do it by now.
He tugged down Fletcher’s pants and groaned when he realized Fletcher wasn’t wearing any underwear. He gripped the base of Fletcher’s cock and took him fully down his throat. His other hand cupped Fletcher’s balls and lightly squeezed.
Fletcher ran his hands through Taylor’s hair as he thrusted into Taylor’s throat. Taylor gagged as Fletcher fucked his throat. “Relax your throat,” Fletcher told him assertively as he roughly slapped Taylor’s cheek. Taylor let out a grunt.
Taylor had too much on his mind to fucking relax, but he desperately needed some sort of release. He needed Fletcher. And fuck, this was probably the hottest thing ever.
Fletcher continued to thrust as he gripped Taylor’s hair harder and tugged on it.
“Take your cock out and stroke it. You’re not coming in your pants,” Fletcher told him huskily.
Taylor was about to finish right there if Fletcher kept on speaking to him like that.
Honestly, he was so focused on sucking Fletcher off that he didn’t even remember he was hard himself.
Taylor’s free hand pulled his dick out and he started to pump himself.
Fletcher was so full in his mouth. He nearly choked as his head hit the back of his throat. It made his eyes water.
“I’m gonna come down your throat,” Fletcher bit out. Taylor lightly grazed Fletcher with his teeth as he moved in and out of his mouth, causing Fletcher to grunt. He began picking up the pace of his jerking as he was nearing completion.
Taylor began to breathe erratically as he spurted into his own hand.
Fletcher quickly shot his load down Taylor’s throat as his body grew rigid.
He pulled out of Taylor’s mouth, and he gripped his jaw and squeezed, forcing Taylor’s mouth open.
Fletcher leaned down, and Taylor thought he was going to kiss him.
Instead, Fletcher spit into Taylor’s mouth before letting go and walking away, leaving Taylor still on his knees at the foot of his bed.
Taylor closed his mouth and swallowed it all as Fletcher walked back over to him with a warm, wet rag. He bent down and grabbed Taylor’s right hand to wipe the cum from it.
He was extra thorough as he gently cleaned off Taylor’s hand. But then he left Taylor again, leaving the rag in his hand. “Come out into the living room when you’re done,” he said before disappearing.
Taylor used the rag to clean the corners of his mouth before dropping it into Fletcher’s dirty laundry hamper.
He noticed how clean Fletcher’s room was.
Not a single item of clothing on the floor and the bed had been made perfectly.
The room lacked personality and it felt more like a hotel room.
Fletcher had been in Seattle for months now but still his room looked like this.
Generic and impersonal. Taylor wanted to know why.
As he walked out into the living room, he noticed it was also very generic.
Fletcher looked up at him as he saw Taylor come out.
He crooked his finger at Taylor and beckoned him to join him on the couch.
Taylor walked over to sit next to him, but Fletcher reached up and pulled Taylor into his lap.
Taylor wrapped an arm around the back of Fletcher’s head as Fletcher cupped his jaw and pulled him in for a kiss.
He loved the way Fletcher tasted. He moved his tongue over Fletcher’s, earning himself a whimper that escaped from Fletcher’s throat.
Taylor exhaled through his nose as he ran his hand through Fletcher’s hair, still damp from the shower. He didn’t realize how much he had missed kissing him until he was.
Fletcher broke the kiss and leaned back to look at Taylor. “We’re not going to keep pretending,” he told him, sounding like he’d thought this over for a while now. “And you’re going to spend the night tonight. With me.” Taylor’s chest tightened.
“We can’t,” Taylor replied with a hint of reluctance and disappointment in his voice.
They couldn’t keep doing this. It was wrong.
And confusing. It made Taylor think of Fletcher in ways he shouldn’t.
It made him have conflicting feelings about his best fucking friend.
Feelings that you should never have for a friend or a teammate.
All Taylor knew was that he needed to kiss him again. He cupped Fletcher’s jaw and leaned down to kiss him again. Fletcher pulled away for a minute and locked eyes with him.
“Taylor,” he said softly. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” Taylor couldn’t tell if he really meant it. Taylor swallowed. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest. “It doesn’t mean anything. We’re friends, right?”
It didn’t make any sense. Taylor wasn’t gay. He had never been attracted to men. But Fletcher was probably the most beautiful looking person he’d ever laid his eyes on. In a way that made him want to make Fletcher his. He couldn’t.
“It’s just hooking up,” Fletcher said nonchalantly. But Taylor didn’t entirely believe Fletcher truly saw it that way. It sounded like Fletcher was still trying to convince himself.
“Fletcher, I don’t think it is. It’s been screwing with my head,” he said honestly.
He could swear he saw Fletcher’s bottom lip quiver.
And just because he hated the sight of it, Taylor kissed him again.
So tender, so soft. A kiss that told Fletcher everything he needed to know about how Taylor was truly feeling.
“Friends don’t kiss,” Taylor whispered as he pulled away.
He was fully aware that he was being such a hypocrite.
“Maybe best friends do,” Fletcher rebutted, sounding stubborn. Taylor shook his head. They definitely didn’t.
“Fletcher,” Taylor protested softly. Why was he making this so difficult?
“There’s no rules about what we can and can’t do. I don’t want to keep pretending that I’m not attracted to you.”
“I’m not…” Taylor squeezed his eyes shut and breathed out through his nose. “I’m not gay.”
“Jesus, I’m not saying you’re gay!” Fletcher said defensively, sharpening his tone. “You’re attracted to me. You can’t lie to me and say you aren’t.”
“Fletcher…” Taylor didn’t even know what to say to that. He wouldn’t lie. He was really fucking attracted to him. It was wrong. So wrong.
“Taylor, you’re sitting on my fucking lap! I don’t think fully straight guys do that.”
Taylor rolled his eyes and tsked as he moved off Fletcher’s lap and walked over towards the kitchen.
He wasn’t going to leave, but the apartment was small, so he didn’t have much of an option.
Fletcher stood up and walked towards him.
“We can’t do this, Fletcher!” Taylor said, fully frustrated.
Mostly with himself for having these stupid, confusing feelings. “I can’t do this.”
Maybe Taylor needed to find his shirt and leave. Maybe if he walked away, there would still be a chance for things to go back to normal. “You can’t hide in the fucking kitchen,” Fletcher told him.
“I’m overwhelmed! Just give me a fucking minute to breathe!” Leave. Fuck. He should’ve said leave.
“I think you should stay,” Fletcher told him firmly, not backing down.
“I never said I was leaving!” Taylor needed to calm down. He wasn’t making any sense.
Fletcher walked up to him, backing Taylor up against the kitchen island.
“You’re staying. You’re spending the night.
You’re not running away.” He cupped Taylor’s cheek and leaned in, brushing their noses together.
“Don’t walk away from this. From me,” he said more softly. Vulnerably. Taylor’s heart clenched.
Taylor didn’t ever want to leave. He wasn’t strong enough. Not anymore. Not when Fletcher was begging him to stay. Taylor swallowed.
“Fine.” Taylor let out a sigh of defeat. “We can’t expect anything to come from this.”
“Just stop overthinking things. There’s nothing wrong about what we’re doing.”
He let out a deep breath and nodded hesitantly. “Okay.”
Fletcher’s face brightened. “You won’t leave?”
Taylor shook his head. “I won’t leave.”
The corners of Fletcher’s mouth curled up into a smile. “Okay.”