(Kameron's POV)
I was still in shock. Even after the entire re-introduction outside. I still couldn't believe he was here... in my room... currently laying on my pillows. My best friend was here. He had the same face, but his jawline was more structured. He also grew an inch or 2. Too bad I grew like 5 inches. If it were possible, I'd say he was even more handsome than when he went to juvie. Nobody understands the joy I am feeling right now. I really don't know what possessed me to look out my window, but I'm glad I did, because he was there, standing at the foot of my yard. he looked like he was contemplating with himself.
To be honest, I thought he was an illusion. I mean, my mind has played tricks on me before, but when he wrapped his arms around my waist, I knew he was real. So there he is, Marshall Chase. My best friend... my former crush... my bodyguard... my entire childhood. I couldn't help but chuckle. The action made him look at me quizzically.
"What's so funny?" I heard him ask. I shook my head. That didn't stop him from wondering. He sat up, from his previous lying position. "C'mon, tell me Kammy..." He always called me that, but he doesn't know the effect it has on me. For some reason, hearing the shorter male say my name like that, sent shivers up, and down my body.
"Nothing.... Just thinking about all the things we did growing up." I admitted. I heard him chuckle softly.
"Yeah... We've had some really good times." Marshall said. I watched him, as he laid back down, relaxing on my bed. My curiosity got the better of me, and I let my eyes scan his body.
I stared at his body. His eyes were closed as he laid there. He seemed to be enjoying the comfortability of my bed, whereas I enjoyed the view. His hair was slightly messy from moving it along my bedspread. I stared at his lips, so pink, so perfect as they were slightly parted. I moved to his torso. I could see his nipples, a little erect, due to my AC blasting in my room. Hey, it may be September, but it was scorching outside.
His shirt was pushed slightly up his torso, revealing his abdomen. His stomach was dominated by tan skin, and a beautiful six pack. To say my breathing was ragged, was the understatement of the year. Even in the cold room, I felt small beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. I should look away right? This isn't right... He's my best friend for fuck's sake. My very sexy best friend, but my best friend nonetheless. I should-- OMG! Is that a small happy trail?!
I fought the urge to follow the trail of hair, but failed miserably. My eyes slowly followed the trail of dark brown hair. I continued to follow, as the hair disappeared into his pants. My eyes continued though, as if I were still able to see the hair. My eyes stopped at an almost godly sight. Through his sweatpants, resting on his inner thigh deliciously. The outline revealed his rather large cock. The same cock I've dreamed about A LOT over the past 2 years. To say that me, and Marshall had history, was like saying Donald Trump had money. I've had a lot of fun with that cock. Believe me.
Ugh! Why was I thinking about him like this? He's my best friend... Not some sexual conquest. It seems like my mind, and my other "organ" had other thoughts, as my pants began to tighten. My breath was completely gone, as I stared at the sexiness of Marshall Chase. I shifted slightly, attempting to get comfortable with my new problem, The angel that laid on my bed, wasn't helping. I wasn't breathing, but strangely at the moment, it wasn't a necessity. It was like, the image of my friend was enough to sustain me in the world, without the need of oxygen.
I can't help it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his form. I couldn't take my eyes away from his dick. It was so thick, so long, so-- did it twitch? No, it was just my imaginati-- Oh God, it just twitched again. I was painfully hard now, yep there was no doubt about it. I held back the immense urge to moan, but before I could stop myself, I inhaled sharply. He didn't move though, not an inch. His eyes were still closed, so I'm assuming he fell asleep. Oh Shit! NOW I have this sexy, SLEEPING angel on my bed.
"I guess you still got the hots for lil' ol me." My eyes widened, looking at his face. His eyes were still closed. The sound of his voice reverberating in my ears. I couldn't resist the small moan that escaped my lips. He is just too beautiful. I just pray to God That he didn't hear me moan.
'Thanks God.' I thought sarcastically, as I watched his eyes flutter open slowly, to reveal those big brown eyes that I fell in love with. That made my cook twitch. Him staring at me, it was too much. His eyes scanned my body, and they then widened.
"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed. I prayed to God he wasn't referring to my painfully obvious, and painfully painful erection. "You really do still have the hots for me." He stated, and I knew he was talking about my cock.
"N-no... I'm just a hormonal teenage boy." I manage to lie. He looks unconvinced. Why did he decide to get smart now? I stood frozen, as he jumped to his feet, and moved to stand in front of me. Dangerously close, in front of me.
He leans in closely to say something into my ear. "Convince me that it's just hormones." He ghosts out over my ear. His body so close to mine. I could help the staggered breath I took, feeling his breath on my ear. He pulls his face back, to face me. His face was still inches away from me, lips centimeters away from mine. He was testing me. If I kiss him, I fail. I want to kiss him so bad.
"Come on, I know you want to... Just like when we were younger." He whispers seductively. I felt his hot breath on my lips. I bit the inside of my cheek to repress the moan, begging to escape my lips. He smirked, and I fell in love with him all over again. He began to lean in, and I wanted to follow his lead so bad, but I couldn't let him know I was still in love with him. I'm not dealing with the hurt, as I did when I was younger. Against my love blind judgement, I turned my head. He stopped leaning, but his face remained where it was.
"Marshall... I really don't like you in that way anymore." I lied. Still he didn't move.
"But your hormones still find me hot." He whispers onto my neck. Before I could answer, his lips attaches themselves onto my neck, and every moan I tried to repress, every groan I bit back, came flying out of my mouth. I felt him smirk on my neck, as he continued to suck on my neck.
I felt his hands on my hips. I felt the burning sensation of his hands on my skin, even through the fabric of my jeans. He pulled my body into his, and continued to suck on my neck. I could feel him marking me. "Oh G~God!" I blurted out in a strangled moan. I could feel his cock. Still sitting calmly on his thigh. How the hell can he NOT be hard?!?
I felt him pull away slightly, and run his tongue across the spot on my neck where he previously marked. I couldn't handle it. Feeling his lips on me, his hands on me, his hips against my hips... I was so close, and I wanted to come so bad, but I couldn't.
"Mar-Marshall, stop." I stammered. I was so happy that he decided to listen to me, instead of continuing. "I told you... I don't like you like that anymore." I lied again. He sighed in defeat.
"So you're saying that after only two years, your feelings for me are gone?" He asked. I nodded hesitantly. He didn't seem angry... More so disappointed.
"This is a good thing... I know you're straight, and I know this is all fun for you... I know you better than anyone Marshall... You flirt with anything, anyone, you always have." I stated. It was true. Marshall wasn't gay, yeah he was just sucking on my neck, but that's just him. He's a big flirt. He loves to make people fluster under his touch. Even when we were younger he was like that. He'd flirt with any guy, just to watch them blush, but he'd never date one... He made that specifically clear to my dismay.
"Hey keep that a secret, nobody is supposed to know that... I can't flirt with people, if they know I'm just kidding." Marshall says with a chuckle. His laugh was so intoxicating.
"It's our little secret... I don't want to ruin your reputation... Marshall Chase, the man-whore." I joked, with a laugh. He threw his head back in laughter, and pushed my shoulder lightly.
"Remind me, why I always let you insult me?" Marshall asked, jokingly.
"Because I'm your best friend." I responded, chuckling.
"Well Kammy... How come you never visited me while I was in juvie?" He asked. I looked over at him, looking at the seriousness on his face.
"Because I don't think I would have been able to handle looking at you behind a glass window... In an ugly ass jumpsuit." I said, chuckling slightly. The air was sort of thick. He didn't laugh. Instead he stared at me.
"I'm being serious Kammy... I waited for you to come visit, but you never came... Did you forget me or something?" He asked. I couldn't help but drop my head. It's not like I didn't want to visit him... I just thought it would be better if I didn't you know?
"Look Marshall... I just decided that you needed space." I said. I could feel him staring at me.
"Kammy, I was in juvie... Space was the last thing I needed... I needed my best friend." I heard him say. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.
"Well I'm sorry okay... At least now you're out." I acknowledged.
"Stop doing that." I heard him command. This made me look up at him.
"Stop doing what?" I asked in confusion.
"Stop trying to end the conversation... You always do this... Even when we were younger, you did." I heard him explain. I bit my cheek.
"The conversation is over... I told you why I never came, point, blank, period." I retorted. I was looking at him seriously. I could see the annoyance drench on his face.
"Kammy, are you single?" I heard him say. It honestly took me by surprise.
"Yeah, why?" Why the sudden interest in my love life? Why the change of conversation?
"I knew you were... No man wants a guy who thinks they're always right, and always ends conversations that need to be spoken about." I heard him say. Quite frankly, I was a little taken back by the crude comment.
"Well excuse me for not liking to argue." I spat at him. He was honestly making me upset.
"Arguing, nobody's arguing!" He retorted. i don't know why, but that angered me even more.
"I'm not going to sit here, and argue with you... you can stay here if you want, but I'm leaving!" I all but yelled. I made my way towards the door, and I heard a small creaking sound. Seconds later, I felt him grip my wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" I heard him yell. I snatched away from his grip.
"Don't put your hands on me, you're not my dad!". I snatched away from him, and exited the room. i an down the steps, and out of my house, rushing to my Black 2012 Buick Regal. started the car, and pulled out of the driveway, not bothering to look back. I know it was stupid, leaving him alone in my house, but he wouldn't do anything. I just needed to get out. I just needed to talk to someone. What a surprise that I'd end up at this doorstep. I stared up at the two-story light be house, with dark blue shutters. I knocked on the door, and waited for the person I knew I could confide in.
I heard the faint sound of footsteps on the other side of the door. Moments later, the door swung open to reveal James. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging my older friend.
"Are you okay Kam, what's wrong?" I heard him ask, but I couldn't respond. I guess he realized this, because he didn't say anything else, he just wrapped his arms around my waist. I really needed this. I'm surprised he even welcomed me like he did. Just like Marshall, I didn't speak to James since Marshall's incarceration. I felt him pull me into the house. He then pulled away from the hug.
"Thanks, I needed that." I whispered. James was always there when I needed him most, and whenever I needed a hug, he was there with open arms.
"What's wrong, what happened?" He asked. I really didn't want to drag James back into this. When we were younger, and everything happened between me, and Marshall , James had to be around for all of it. I don't want to put him through that, but I needed to tell someone.
"Marshall came over my house." I began.
"I know, I was there when he was dropped off." I heard him intervene. This shocked me.
"What do you mean?" I didn't see him outside my house, just Marshall.
"We dropped him off." James continued. We, who was we?
"Who is we?" i had to ask. James gave me a quizzcal look when I said that.
"Me, Kelly, and Marshall's girlfriend." He answered. Everything fell on deaf ears. Marshall's girlfriend. He has a girlfriend. How? He was in juvie for 2 years, when did he have time to get a girlfriend? It's starting to get stuffy. I need to get away. I looked at James's face, and watched the confusion spread across his face. I needed to go.
"I,uhm... I-I need to go." I stammered. I then ran out of his house, and towards my car. I felt the tears forming. I honestly didn't know why, but they were forming.
"Kam!" I heard James yell out to me, before I got into my car. I looked back at him. "You still love him don't you?" James asked. That's why I always ran to James. He knew me so well.
"Please don't say anything." I all but pleaded. I saw him nod. I returned the gesture, got into my car, and pulled out of the driveway, heading to... honestly I don't know where I was heading.