Running Parallel

Part 2 - Luke

"So hard for me," I murmur against his ear.

He shivers. Presses my palm harder against his bulge. Rocks up into me.

I hum. "But do you want me to fuck you?"

Forehead still pressed to my shoulder, he turns his face into my neck and nods, soft hair brushing my chin. His tongue pokes my neck, tasting, teasing. It's my turn to shiver.

"Lie down," I tell him, gently pushing him back. He goes willingly, lying beneath me so trustingly that I have to take a second to reorient myself. When he doesn't change his mind, I lower my hands to the waistband of his sweats. He hesitates, then raises his hips so I can pull them down his legs. I toss them somewhere behind me, wishing for light. Would he change his mind if I turned on a light? Maybe. Better not risk ruining the mood.

The desire to see him splayed out for me is strong. I imagine him lying there, gazing up at me past heavy lids, his cock standing up in all its glory, eager and dripping. I picture what I feel: his legs spreading for me, his feet planted either side of me, his head tossed back, throat working as I lightly stroke his dick.

"Lube?" I ask, realizing I don't have any. I can't fuck him without getting him prepped first. I don't want to hurt him.

He twists his body, moving slightly away from me, and the slide of a drawer being opened meets my ears. Items shift and tumble, then the drawer slides shut. Something cool and smooth is pressed against my chest. I don't have to see to know he must have handed me a bottle of lube.

The crack of the cap popping open is like thunder in the quiet of his bedroom. It makes this all too real. I'm going to fuck my best friend.

That realization is like a sucker punch to the chest. This is happening. Caleb is actually into me.

I lean down and search out his mouth with mine. When I'm close, he turns his head, meeting me, his mouth softening beneath my own. He parts his lips, lets me claim him, lets me suck on his tongue and nibble at his lips. Soaking my fingers in lube, I slip them down his hip to his pelvis, sliding them lower until I find that pucker nestled between his cheeks. He flinches, forcing himself to be still. I tease his hole with my fingertips, trying to ease him into this.

"I'll make you feel so good," I whisper against his mouth.

He whines, low and needy, hand coming up to grasp me around the back of my neck. He pulls me down, his tongue sneaking out to tentatively probe at mine. I chuckle.

"So needy for me," I tease him, rewarding him with another kiss. I press my finger in, just to the first knuckle, feeling him tense beneath me. "So good for me. So hard for me. Gonna fuck you in a minute, just gotta loosen you up first. Want you to like this."

His body slowly goes pliant beneath me, his hole loosening up as I stroke him on the inside until I can fit my whole finger inside.

"Doing so good for me, baby." I kiss him. "Gonna make you feel so good."

I ease in a second finger, pausing when he tenses. I kiss his throat.

"Shh, it's okay, I got you," I tell him, my other hand seeking out his dick. When I find it, he's gone partially soft. I begin jerking him off, waiting until his hips start moving before I carefully begin stretching him with my fingers.

His quiet, half-aborted moans fill the air. When I manage to find that bundle of nerves inside him, his hips leap off the bed, a half-strangled groan spilling from his lips. I smile against his neck.

"Found it," I tell him, smug as hell. I press that spot inside him and rub slow, firm circles around it.

He squirms beneath me, hips pumping as he fights to remain still. "Fffuck," he hisses, voice stuttering, still so unrecognizable from his usual loud and proud way of talking.