Ignoring what he just said. That’s much easier said than done. I can’t not think about it now. What would it be like, to fuck him? Did he really mean it? Duh Kinney, you fucking dumbass, of course he meant it. Now the only question is, do I really want to fuck Justin? 

He knows I don’t do relationships, boyfriends or romance. 

I guess that there is only one way to find out, as I lean in to kiss him on the lips. At first I can tell that he’s shocked. I can’t believe that I’m doing this either, that is until I feel him kiss me back, then I can’t believe that I ever did not do this. He feels so soft, so perfect. So right.

I am seriously going to fuck up our friendship. 

I’m not sure how much time goes by; I’m not really paying attention, but we finally part when I hear a car backfire outside. Damn cars, ruining a perfectly good moment. 

“Brian?” 

“Yeah,” I answer, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why did you do that?”

“I figure if we’re going to get made fun of for something, we might as well do it,” I say.

“Good point,” he agrees, pausing for a moment, “but they think we do more than kiss.”

“Do you want to do more than kiss?” I ask.

He slowly nods his head as a blush spreads over his face. 

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’m sure.”

SCORE!

I’ve never questioned why our bond is stronger than what is considered normal for friends, despite the fact we’re both queer, and I’m not about to start now. 

I gently push him onto his back and slide on top of him. I look into his eyes as I move in to kiss him again. I’m not surprised to see complete trust in his eyes as my lips meet his. I feel around until I find his hand and lace my fingers with his as my lips leave his and settle again on his neck. I can’t help but smile as I hear the soft sighs escape his lips. 

The fact that he’s never done this before crosses my mind as I feel his hands tugging at the hem of my shirt. I sit up to let him pull my shirt over my head, returning my lips to his as he tosses it aside. I feel his hands trying to unclasp my belt now, and I realize that he’s eager. I remove his shirt and help him with my pants, before I take his hands in mine and pin them to the bed.

“Let’s take this slow, okay?” He asks.

I nod and sit up again and start to work on his pants. I can tell that he’s getting impatient again when his hands push mine away and take over the task. After his pants are off, I lean back down, capturing his lips with me as I bring my hands up to his face. I feel his hands slide down my back, stopping at the waistband of my boxers only long enough to hook his fingers inside and tug them down. I kick them off and do the same with his, never breaking the kiss in the process. 

It’s his erection pressing against my thigh and his constant whimpering that pulls me back into reality, and I finally break the kiss. I slide off of him only to look through the drawer on my bedside table. I finally find a small bottle of lotion, and move back in between his legs. I open the bottle and tap it against my fingers until some of the lotion comes out, before putting the bottle down. I lean down to kiss him again as I push a finger inside him. He immediately pulls away from my lips and arches his back, before his body starts to relax a little.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it just feels weird,” he tells me, as he wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me to his lips again. 

I slowly slip another finger inside him and wait for him to adjust, before I move my fingers apart to stretch him more. 

“Brian,” he whispers.

“What?” 

“I think I’m ready,” he says. 

I pull back and open my eyes just in time to see him put lotion on his hand. He puts the bottle down and grabs my erection, covering me completely with the lotion. I have to stop his hand so that I don’t come right now and ruin everything. I remove my fingers from him and slowly push my way in, inch by inch, until I can’t push in anymore. He’s so tight around me that it’s painful for me; I can’t imagine how he feels. I move down to kiss him again as a tear escapes his eye. I just hope that what he’s feeling now will be worth how good it feels for him later.

“Please,” he starts, “make it feel better.”

“You’re sure? We can stop if you want,” I tell him. The last thing I want is to hurt him. 

“I’m sure,” he tells me. 

I slowly pull out and slide back in, placing kisses along his neck and chest as I do so. I keep up this slow pace until I hear soft sighs flow past his lips. I take this as a sign and begin to speed up. It doesn’t take long for his sighs to turn into moans. And I must say now that he has relaxed, it is feeling perfect for me. I suddenly realize that his erection needs attending to and wrap my hand around it. I feel his hand tugging at my hair, and he bites down softly on my bottom lip and he begins to thrust his hips up to meet mine. 

“I don’t think...I’m going to last…much…longer,” he tells me, as he fights to hold his head up off of the bed to look me in the eyes. 

All I can do is nod in reply as I press my lips to his again and I feel him spill onto my hand. He calls out my name in the sexiest way ever, and that does it for me. I pull out and collapse next to him. He immediately cuddles up to me and I wrap my arms around him as his lips meet mine again. 

“Well, I guess now all of that gossip is true,” he tells me. I’m looking down at him and for the first time in my life I want to — fuck am I really going to say this? I want to cuddle. For Christ's sake, we ARE cuddling.

Yeah, stop snickering at me, but you should just see Justin right now. All flushed, sweaty and hot with his legs still open underneath me. His blonde hair is ruffled in all directions; sex hair, I like to call it. My perfect dream boy fuck doesn't even compare to Justin, he looks that beautiful right now. The sudden urge to get him on all fours, ass in the air is almost unbearable. So when he sits up and kisses me, I flinch at what he says.

“I always knew someday we’d be boyfriends.”

Fuck! Shit fuck shit!

“I love you, Brian.”

My mouth goes dry.