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Heath's Pov
I watch with an amusing smile as Sin chases Stevie up to his bedroom, you could here her squealing with laughter as she slams his bedroom door in his face.
His muffled voice coming from down the stairs. "You can't hide from me princess, you will have to come out sometime."
I smirk before throwing myself down on the pea colored couch. Grabing the tv remote off the coffee table, I turn on ESPN.
I slouch down into the cushion making myself comfortable. Man spreading, my thighs wide, I slept on this couch to many times that I could count.
Trying to get away from my enraged drunken foster father when he was in one of his moods. Sin always told me I was welcome to lay my head in his home. The couch used as my bed many times over. It was surprisingly comfortable, with how worn down from age it is.
I think about my foster family, since I got kicked out. I haven't really had much time to stop by. With the extra work I have been doing with Beau's dad in the ship to make some money, training, and just everyday life. I miss them, besides David of course.
I should take Stevie over sometime. I would love for MK to meet her, and Melissa, the mom I have only ever known. They would love Stevie I just know it.
My thoughts settling on taking Stevie over to meet my family, as I come aware. I can hear that Sin got into his room before slaming the door shut again. I could hear muffled talking before there is a stretch of silence.
Beau stands off to the side by the front door awkwardly. "Should we go up there with them."
I think on it, knowing if we do intrude on their moment we will revisit what we did together over break, but I know how much Stevie and Sin need their moment.
So I shakey head, "No, let's give them their minute together."
Beau shurgs before sitting down beside me, but putting alot of space between the already small love seat.
I grit my teeth ignoring the simmering anger bubbling from his rejection towards us being to close now.
We sleep in the same room for fuck sake. If I were going to make a move I would have done it by now.
I pretend to watch the game that I seriously have no interest in. My mind preoccupied with the blonde headed boy I have grown up with.
The way I felt his mouth on my dick as he ate out Stevie's pussy while I pounded into her tight warmth, never straying far from my mind.
We haven't talk about it. Everytime we are alone in the room now it's just awkward silence. Filled with unsaid things. I don't know how to get us back to how we were.
Even now as I try to get my mind off of it with sports entertainment, my dick has other plans. I calmly grab a throw pillow a place it over my hard length.
Hoping Beau doesn't notice, if I think he is acting weird now. If he knows I have a hard on because I can't stop thinking about his mouth on my cock then he will for sure run out of here like the devil is hot on his heels.
We both pretend to ignore the tension between us as we watch the tv. Upstairs you can hear that Sin has turn on some music. The vibrations of the bass are rattling the wooden panels in his house.
A smile coming to my face, knowing he did that to block out the sounds of Stevie's moans. For such a short little thing, she makes very loud noises.
"So..." comes Beau's voice as he continues to stare at the football game playing. I don't even know who is playing.
I glance out of him waiting to see if he will continue. Yet he doesn't, just resumes staring front at the game.
I don't know why it irritates me so much. My jaw locks, and my skin seems tight. All because he want look at me.
He is making it weird for us, and I am so sick and tired of his awkward ass shit. "What the hell is your problem." My tone sharp as I glare in his direction.
His eyes widen with suprise, from my outburst. I just couldn't take the discomfort of us not speaking anymore.
He furrows his green eyes at me. Crossing his lean arms over the pecs of his chest. My eyes couldn't help, but shamelessly watch every action with interest. "What are you talking about."
I roll my eyes not in the mood to play dumb about this. "You know what the hell I am talking about. You have been awkward with me for weeks. We hardly talk to each other anymore. Everytime we find ourselves alone, you jump to invite people to hang with us."
My anger pouring out, not really realizing that it has been bothering me alot more than I thought.
He glares hard out me before looking away, avoiding eye contact. "Just leave it." He grits through clenched teeth.
I jump up from the couch standing over him. "Fuck that, what the fuck is wrong." I demand.
He refuses to meet my eyes, my annoyance with him growing by the second. He continues to ignore me, but I finally snap. I grab ahold of his shirt pulling him up to be face to face with me. We are the same size, both a little over 6ft, but I have at least 50 pounds on him in weight. He finally looks at me, anger in his eyes.
Well me too asshole. "What the fuck is your problem?" I ask again my tone harsh.
I still hold onto his shirt. His breathing hard, and fast. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my fingers. My eyes lingering on his face, as he seems to fight for the words.
His eyes hard, as they glare into me. I go to demand he tell me again, but he pushes me off of him. I stumble back from the weight of his push.
"Because I want you, asshole!" He seethes out. His blonde curls falling in his face as he scowls at me. His eyebrows furrows into a deep line. His mouth set much of the same.
All I could see and hear is his confession, and the way his eyes stares into mine. His anger there, but something else. He desire to be with me, along with guilt and confusion.
I didn't think much of it. I just knew I needed to feel him. I quickly grabbed the back of his neck before pushing him to my chest. My mouth hungrily slams down onto his.
His lips soft, but not moving. I bite down hard onto his bottom lip to get him to open for me. His rough hands went to the hard structures of my hips.
I almost pull away, before his mouth begins to move with mine. He pulls me closer to him. I sigh deeply almost in relief that he seems okay with this. It's all I thought about happening for weeks. Afraid my desires to be with him would scare him off.
Kissing Beau is different then kissing Stevie. I don't have to worry about hurting him as I push all my body weight onto his. It's all hard muscle instead of soft smooth skin. I love kissing both, but yet both were a different experience. Yet I never wanted any of it to end.
I break away, before moving down and placing hard kisses with teeth along Beau's neck. His head goes back as he grips my hips tighter.
"Fuck." He groans out as my tongue strokes the vein in his necks. I can feel the goosebumps that rise from the chill I know he feels.
"I want you." I whisper out between kisses.
I have thought about this for awhile. To afraid to admit it, and to ashamed to own up to my feelings for my best friend. I don't know why, but I am tired of ignoring how he makes me feel.
My cock hard in my jeans, the tip leaking precum while I watch his body shiver from my touch. My hands move up underneath his shirt. I desperately want to touch him there. I never really thought about being with a man, not until this weird connection spiked with Beau.
Yet I enjoy making those sounds come from his lips. My mouth coming back to his while my hands find the the skin of his abs. I am bigger then both Sin, and Beau. However, they never missed out on gym day with me.
Both holding their own. Beau's body leaner then mine, but yet I want to kiss every inch of his body.
My hands softly touching his upper body as he moans. Wanting to hear those sounds again. I drop to my knees. My face right infront of the button of his jeans.
I look up at him, his face red as he watches me with a nervous want.
"W-what are you doing." He stutters out.
Making me smile at his shyness. "What does it look like I am doing." I smile deviously. I place a small kiss above his navel before popping the button on his jeans.
He watches slowly, "Do you want me to stop?"
He shakes his head, so I contine pulling his pants down along with his boxers. His glorious cock springs out right in my face. The head swollen and red, the slit already beading with mositure.
My dick jumps in my pants. Hard as a rock from seeing all of him. I have always noticed Beau had a nice dick, but that's not something you say to your friends. "Oh, hey that's a nice dick you have there bro."
If I were to say that from the get go, I would forsure be called every gay slur in the book. So I just admired it when I casually got a glance in the locker room.
My eyes lock onto Beau's hard length, taking my time loving the veiw of it. My mouth aching to wrap around it and taste him. I have never given a blowjob, but I have had plenty.
I am sure it doesn't take a genius to know what will feel good for him. So I wrap my mouth around him. His head leans back, while his eyes roll into the back of his head.
I know this is his first blowjob, so I know he want last as long. I enjoy being the first to give him this experience just as I was the first to give Stevie head. So I move my efforts up, wanting to watch him explode in my mouth.
I pull him deeper into my mouth sucking on his tip. His hands go to the back of my hair urging me to go even deeper. I oblige, taking his thick cock all the way to the back of my throat.
"Fuck, that feels good." He groans out.
I pull back, putting extra attention on the vein underneath the head of him. "You like it." I say in between sucks.
He slowly nods his head, before peering down at me.
"Get you cock out, I want to watch you touch yourself." He whispers out. My eyes wide with suprise before I quickly maneuver myself to pull my throbbing dick out. So turn on at the moment, the low tingle in my balls telling me I need to come soon.
He watches me while stroking himself as I pull my cock out. I groan at the sight, my body feeling like it has a fire in my veins from the way he is looking at me right now.
I begin to stroke my dick, having his eyes on me. Made my body tense and my balls heavy. He steps forward placing the tip of him against my lips.
Smearing his pre-cum along my mouth. Instinctively my tongue juts out eagerly to have a taste.
The taste, intriguing, but not disgusting. Slightly salty, but his taste on the sweeter side. "You taste so fucking good. I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum deep in my throat." My voice raspy with the need of him.
He thrusts in deep, fucking my throat as I fuck my hand. Hearing his curses of praise I take him deeper. His hand goes to the back if my head urging me on. My hand following the pace of his thrusts.
I could feel the familiar tingling up my spine and they heaviness of my balls as my orgasm is near.
I swipe my hand over my tip, as he watches me fuck my hand. Excitment and pleasure in his eyes. "I love watching you with my cock in your mouth." He grunts before tighting his hold on my thick hair.
My tongue stroking his dick, my cheeks hallow out from the amount of sucking pressure.
"Feels so fucking good." He moans.
My eyes roll back into my head as my orgasm is close.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He rushes put. My hand on my dick stroking faster. He watches me his green eyes dark. "Cum with me."
I urge my hand to move faster to the same tempo of his thrusts in my mouth. The sensation unbearable, as I felt my come spill out onto my hand as my other cradles his balls. He stills after one hard thrust into the back of my throat before unloading all of himself into my mouth.
I swallow him down without difficulty, savoring his delicious taste.
Our breathing hard, as we both try to catch our breathes. He eyes me slowly before tucking himself back into his pants.
He hands me something to clean myself off. I graciously take the towel before discarding it.
I cautiously make my way into the den, waiting to see if what transpired between us will have him leaving.
Yet he remains where I left him.
"How do you feel?" I ask curiously. Leaning myself against the doorframe.
He glances at me before giving me a secret smile. "Good. Really fucking good."
I couldn't help, but have a smile of my own. "Does this mean you don't regret it."
He shakes his head before coming to stand in front of me. "Not a chance." He leaves a small peck on my lips.
That has my eyes wide, and my heart warm. I go to say something, but I am interrupted by a loud moan coming from upstairs.
I smirk turning my attention towards the stairs. "Guess we aren't the only ones that got carried away."
He throws his head back and laughs before turning to the couch.
I head over with him, and we watch the game in silence. However this time we sit closer then before, our thighs softly touching. I hide my smile, glad to have my friend back.
Even if we do non friend things to one another.
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They Gayyyyyy! 🤣 Sorry I just had to say it. But yayyyyy I'm glad they finally did the damn thing.
Next chapter Stevie and Sin 😏
<3 Victoria