Serge:
Standing still in a manner of confusion, I let my thoughts not think too much of what's possibly happening.
Hogan just keeps messing with my mind even more, and though I'm already used to it, I couldn't help but wish to have more
I'm usually good at reading other people's minds and knowing what they want, yet with him, I always seem to be clueless and stuck.
Even as the intro of the song starts playing and he steps closer to me, I still remained frozen and couldn't bring myself to react.
Everything just seems like a blur with a mixture of daydreams whenever I see him. And how his face glows right now, just makes me want to hold on to the feeling even more. The feeling of flutters and butterflies that sends shivers down my spine makes me want to wish for something I know I can't have.
Hogan will always have a grasp on me and I know that. Even as he holds both my hands, my body still couldn't feel anything and the wishful feeling I want to have just questions me even more.
"Can I have this dance?" He asks while looking me straight in the eyes and putting his hand on my waist.
I slightly jerk my head upon hearing his words and try to smile off my answer. "Ok?"
He seems to be content with what I said, and he continues to sway his body with mine while taking in the mellow beat.
I walk through the doors with you the air was cold but something 'bout it felt like home somehow.
Within the lines of the first verse, Hogan starts pulling me closer to him and holds me more firmly, yet it still feels gentle.
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house and you still got it in your drawer even now.
He then starts laying his head on my shoulder, which ultimately makes my body melt and stiffen from his actions.
Hogan must've sensed my state because he started wrapping his hands around me, hugging me slightly.
"Are you fine?" He asks, while moving his body to the tune.
"Uhh...yeah, I think." I answer with a tone of uncertainty.
He immediately loosens his grip on my body and starts examining my face.
The way he's looking at me could instantly make me lose focus of everything, yet my mind could only take in a subtle sight of him because I instantly glance away from his stare.
I could already feel Hogan's disappointment from my reaction because he fully releases his grip on mine and walks over to his phone to stop the music, just in time as the chorus was about to end.
"Why?" I ask him.
He just scratches the back of his neck and proceeds to put his head down. "Nothing. Yeah, it's nothing." He says, with uncertainty in his tone.
I couldn't help but feel guilty just from hearing the sadness within his words and try to make up for my shitiness.
"No. Let's continue. I'm actually fine," I say while taking his hand and resuming the song.
I doubt he would feel assurance from what I've said, yet he still smiles at me brightly and willingly takes my hand. I never really intend for him to feel like I'm ever done with what I'm feeling, so I continue to intertwine his hand with mine and take him with me.
"You know what? Just fuck it. Let's just dance whatever, yeah?" I asks, feeling better.
He seems obliged with my suggestion, as he continue to hold my hand and starts spinning me childishly.
"What?" He asks smiling.
I just look at him, feeling warm-hearted and even happier as the song progresses.
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little with glasses in a twin-sized bed.
We're now laughing unconsciously while taking in the manner in which we're dancing. Hogan starts making funny faces in front of me, and though it's supposed to be funny, the butterflies raging in my stomach are just too happy about spending all this time with him.
And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tea ball team. You told me about your past, thinking your future was me.
Hogan then loses his grip on one of my hands and pushes our bodies away from each other while still holding my other. He looks at me warmly as he spreads our bodies apart. His lips feels like its inviting me onto something more, yet his eyes tells me my crave would last a little more longer.
And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do, and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.
Without even knowing what he's doing, Hogan then changes our position, his chest lining with mine, and tries to take ahold of my vulnerability as he gently crashes my lips with his.
My mind couldn't even process the swiftness of his move, and I let my body melt as his lips met mine.
The beat of the song instantly fades from my hearing and the sight of the world blurs as I try to take in the softness of a lush kissing my own lips.
The suddenness of everything just messes my mind even more, yet I couldn't bring myself to care about anything when all I wanted was now right here pressed right against my condemn.
His kiss and gentleness give me more life than I thought it would give me and everything I see as I close my eyes is the feeling of him in me.
Hogan seems to be enjoying it as much as I do though, because he still hasn't let go and realized that he's actually kissing a dude. Maybe he just did it unconsciously and was actually trying to give me a taste of what I wanted, or maybe it was all just a misunderstanding and the tension from the song suddenly urged him to kiss me? That could happen, right?
"Shit." I whisper to myself as I break our kiss.
Hogan just looks at me, seemingly confused, and furrows his brows. "Why'd you stop?" He asks.
My heart instantly pounds from the thought that he would ever ask me that and I feel more speechless as I take in his state. His lips are swelling from how hard we kissed, and his hair is kind of messy. I should definitely ask him first if he intended for that to happen, yet my craving overpowers my insecurity and I lean forward, hoping to get a taste again.
Hogan didn't even budge from my approach and easily welcomed my lips into his. This time, I can't control myself anymore and I continue to devour his lips hungrily as before. My hand slipping through the strands of his hair, and my tongue going deeper into the depths of his mouth. He then tries to pull my shirt off over my head while I do the same with his, leaving both our bodies bare and clashing against each other's flesh. The moans he's making could easily push me over the edge, but I couldn't bring myself to take our kissing to the next level and be content with the way he's holding me as he slides his-
"Fuck." I loudly moan and bite his lip as his hands start trailing their way down to my pants, squeezing my bulge through the fabric. It made me feel more aroused as I could also feel his hard-on pressing against my thigh.
He just continues to drive me out of my sanity as he proceeds to press his hard body eagerly against my own heightened state and gasp as he starts unbuttoning my jeans and tries to trail his hand through my boxers, gently lining with my hard dick.
"Is this ok?" He ask, tentatively stroking my aching cock.
I couldn't help but feel more turned on as I feel his hand rubbing in my sensitive shaft, circling in my cock's head.
All I can do right now is to just bite my lip and silently nod while holding in my moan of how over the edge he's making me feel. It only took a few long strokes before he got the right pace and he jerks my dick with confidence and amusement raging within his features.
My body instantly melts from the contact he's giving me and I give in as we stare into each other's breathlessness with such lust that could make the tension between us more livid. My eyes dart into his, taking in the dilation of his pupils and I lick my lips from how he's staring at me with the same intensity that I'm giving him.
Yet, my body still isn't content with it all and the craving feeling of touching the guy that's in front of me baffles me even more.
Moving my hand out from my sides, I begin sneaking it through the inside of his shorts and I start stroking his cock in sync with his hand. His dick is definitely thick and my hand begs to touch every inch of him, making him more lustful with every pleasure. His cock feels so raw from the way I'm holding it with its bareness and I try my best, not let loose yet so I could capture every moment of us turning each other on.
We just continue to stroke each other's dicks while I'm taking his lips with mine, devouring every taste of his commission and carving my name in the bruises of his lips. Our breath becomes ragged from suffocating each other from lust and our tongues clash for dominance, yet it doesn't overpower the romantic tension from it all. I want to drive him into pleasure, just like the way he's pushing me out of my zone.
Hogan then cuts the kiss off to grasp some air and proceeds to focus his gaze on my begging cock. He's not even minding how uncontrollably he's making me feel and leans into me more, nipping his lips to the side of my jaw.
"Fuck." He mutters while digging his teeth into my neck, making sure it bruises me.
"You're really making me gay now, Serge," he says, not moving his face away from my neck but instead burying it more so I could feel his heavy pants, climbing into my skin.
I could only chuckle from hearing his words and smirk as I try to think of an answer. "Really? How?" I say, holding off my moan.
Hogan just bites my neck even harder, making me wince from the silent pain, yet, I still didn't push him away and I feel more captured from its subtleness. "Well...I'm sure I've never been this hard before, and fuck, I kind of want to....." He says sheepishly. "You know."
My mind instantly wanders to the dirtiest thought, and I feel more breathless thinking about what it could possibly mean. "You mean you want to like...suck it?"
Hogan blushes from hearing me directly say the words and slowly nods. "Yeah, that. I think I really want to fucking taste you right now." He says, looking up at me.
Even though I'm definitely obliged by the idea of it, I could still hear the uncertainty in his tone. I don't really want him to feel that he has to do it just because he's discovering himself and, besides, he doesn't really have to prove anything to me. It would also be silly of me to even force him to do it knowing he hasn't experienced anything remotely close to what his curiosity is leading him to. "Are you sure?" I ask uncertainly. You don't really have to do it right away, you know? Maybe we could just stay at kissing first? " I say.
His face lightly falls from my words, yet he still stands up, and pull me close to him again. "Yeah, I think that could work too," he says, still having lust in his eyes.
He then continues to surprise me even more when he takes both our dicks in his hand and jerks our cocks together, frotting them.
My eyes instantly rolls from the feeling of my dick brushing into his. It didn't help that I was already close to the edge, so as much as I want to feel him tentatively against me, my dick is already aching for release.
Panting heavily from the feel of his hand gripping both our hard cocks together, I bite my lip lustfully from the obscene sensation and steady myself as I try to chase my raging orgasm.
"Fuck. Yeah, like that, Hogan. Fuck." I moan.
Not having the strength to hold it back anymore, I breathe in for my release as ropes of hot cum throb out of me and cover his stomach, filling his hand. Hogan looks like he's going over the edge as well as he uses my cum as a lube to chase his own orgasm and I watch closely as he comes.
With a loud moan, he throws his head back passionately as his own cum crashes into our raw skin, making him shudder with arousal.
He then leans forward and gives me a soft kiss on my lips after feeling content from his charge. As pants take over the silence of the reticent night, he lays his head on my shoulder and we try to maintain our breathing together.
All I could just do was smile from remembering everything that just happened and hug him firmly.
"I just want you to know that I actually dreamt of that kiss. I just didn't know how to do it." He mutters to my ear as the silence becomes more incandescent, nearing the compelling event.
Now, I couldn't help but feel happier from the thought that he wasn't just leading me on about everything and feel content from having him. I just wish that tomorrow he would feel the same and we'd still go on as best friends, if that's all he's willing to give me even after our kiss and kind of making each other come....
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Hi!!!! This is already the end of the second part. Fifteen chapters had gone by, yet only then did Hogan realize his love for Serge.
Their friendship was once crumpled, but a new love was then formed. Will they be able to keep their love safe, or will their longing paradise crash into the shore, bringing tragedy with it?
I hope you guys are still enjoying the book, and congrats on finishing Part 2.
Thank you so much again for reading i, and I'm still sorry that it took so long for me to post once again. Hope you're having a great day.
Happy reading!!!💕💕
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