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She paused, standing and holding her head high. “It’s too late to change your mind, Tyler. You said what you said.”
I held a breath for a moment. “I don’t mean to change my mind, Court,” I said softly.
She stiffened her facial muscles and waited.
“I’m sorry I sidelined you,” I said. “I shouldn’t have dragged you along.”
Her mouth was pinched small for a few moments. Then, blinking, her expression softened a little. She shook her head. “You shouldn’t have.” And with that, she walked away. Her footsteps receded between the tables and melted into the background noise.
I slouched in my chair and stared at my coffee. That was tough as hell, but it was over. I had owed her that apology. This relationship had been my second priority pretty much since the beginning, but I hadn’t realized it until now. Yet it was a relief, too, having finished this.
In my mind, I could see him. Sebastian was in our room, choosing to isolate because that was who he really was, waiting for me to come home, to kneel, to tell him it was over, and to promise that I was free.
NINE
Sebastian
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.
