The Bromance - Part 2

Part of me wants this to be a 'John, This Needs a Part 2' contender! Or a part 3?... 

All characters are 18+ 

His lips were soft, and his breath was warm. Our eyes remained open and just as quickly as it had happened, Jayden stepped back and looked as though he’d seen a ghost.

“I’m sorry” he managed, and turned on his heel.

“Jayden, wait!” I called, but my best friend was already running, and if there was one thing in the world that he was better at than me, it was that. I watched him as he sprinted from the field, and disappeared a moment later.

“Fuck!” I spat, still tasting him.

What the fuck had just happened? We weren’t gay. Sure, we’d been helping each other out, but the rules had always been clear. Sucking dick was fine, but that was as far as the arrangement was ever supposed to go.

I rubbed my face in my hands and felt a rush of anger. Why did he do that? Everything had been going so perfect. We both had girlfriends, and when we were together on the field, we worked well. It was only in the privacy of Jayden’s bedroom, that we truly let our guard down, and now it was all ruined!

I stormed back to the showers and pushed by Rob who was still dripping blood from his nose.

“I’ll fucking kill that guy!” He snapped, standing naked under the shower, and punching his own palm. “You hear me? I’ll fucking beat his –”

I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall.

“What will you do?” I snarled, squeezing him until his eyes began to bulge. “Huh? What the fuck will you do?”

I felt hands grasp my arms and it took four of the guys to pull me off him. Everyone in the changing room gawped at me, and it felt like I’d just arrived, and had no idea what was going on. I looked around at them, embarrassed that I’d lost my temper like that, and sighed again.

“Dude” Danny Marshall breathed, “what the fuck was that all about?”

I took one more look around and realised exactly what it was about. I grabbed my bag, spun around and ran from the changing rooms as fast as I possibly could. It was raining out now, and the skies had grown overcast and dark. I sprinted across the field in the same direction that Jayden had gone, and wanted to punch myself for being so stupid.

How had I not seen it before? How had I not realised that the first night that Jayden and I had sat side by side on his living room sofa, watching some corny horror movie, and talking about our miserable sex lives, that something had happened between us? Something more than Jayden ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand across my knee. Something more than me playfully grabbing his junk. Something more than either of us had realised until today.

I pushed on as the rain poured heavier. I needed to see him. I needed to find him and tell him that I felt it, too. That, even though I hadn’t reacted the way I should have, I wanted him.

I hurried across the street, swung down the alley that we always took when going to his place, and just as I reached the end, I stopped.

I’d known him for almost seventeen years, and I had no idea how many of those years I’d been in love with him. I turned around, took ten steps back up the lane, and stared over at the old bike shed that we’d spent so much of our childhood playing soldiers, and spies, and who knows what else, in.

“Get your ass out here” I called, as the rain cascaded down my face, almost blinding me. “I know you’re in there, so either you come out, or I go in, and I think we both know I ain’t fitting in that little place anymore”.

I watched the broken wooden door which still had our initials carved into it, until finally it creaked open. He stepped out, his eyes were red and puffy, and his tears mixed with the rain as he shrugged.

“I fucked up” he sniffled, “I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it anymore, bro”.

I allowed him to talk. He may have been my best friend, but that didn’t mean I was going to miss out on the opportunity to embarrass him a little.

“Yeah” I nodded rubbing the water from my eyes, “that was pretty fucking gay, man”.

He lowered his head, and I smiled as he flicked his soaking hair to the side. Everything he did, I liked. Up until this point, I hadn’t realised that I liked it, but I did. I liked everything about him.

“So” I continued, “does this mean that we don’t get to watch shitty horror films and suck each other off anymore?”

His shoulders bounced. I didn’t know whether it was a laugh or a scoff, but when he lifted his head, he was smiling sadly.

My shoes splashed and squelched as I walked toward him, and when I stood inches away, I grabbed his chin between my fingers.

“You’re such a fucking loser” I told him, and kissed my best friend so very passionately, that we became far more than best friends in that moment.

I felt the shock in his entire body. He stood still for a while, probably trying to work out what on earth had just happened, but I had made it as obvious as I could. I was so fucking in love with this kid that I wanted to scream.

“Wait!” He gasped, pulling away, but keeping his body in place, “y… You… You want this?”

“No” I told him, and pulled his waist close to mine, “but I really fucking hate Samantha, so I guess I’m gonna have to take over”.

His breathing was erratic, but Jayden’s eyes began to glimmer again, and now it was his turn to kiss me.

“Are you sure you can’t fit in there?” He asked, breaking the kiss for just a second, “it’s just, I’m getting real wet out here”.

I pushed my hand into his shorts and took hold of his plump organ. He sucked air into his lungs as I massaged it softly, and it took only seconds for him to begin to swell.

“How about I make you wet down there?” I smiled, and shoved him backwards into our childhood hangout, where I planned to make things fit.