A/N: This story has boy/boy secks. If that is not your cup of tea, I don't suggest you read further. Enjoy.
P.S. I do not own anything you recognize... Sigh/
EPOV
I grabbed his hair as he sucked me off, shoving my cock repeatedly down his throat. He didn't complain, like I knew he wouldn't. He loved this, as much as, if not more than I did. It was a shame that he was living a lie.
The man who currently has my cock berried down his throat is Jasper Whitlock.
We were best friends through high school, and the only reason was because our fathers were 'military brothers'. Me and Jasper had very different upbringing, though. Where my parents instilled that it was okay to be gay and different, Jasper's parents were homophobes and would disown a cock loving son.
I knew I was gay at fifteen, and I came out when I was 17. That was also when Colonel Whitlock and my father stopped talking. And when me and Jazz were no longer aloud to be friends.
Of course, that didn't stop us. We secretly texted and hung out, and finally roomed together in college. That's when things got pretty ugly for Jazz. His parents stopped talking to him, and he started questioning his sexuality. He'd ask me more and more about what it was like to be gay. One night, we got shit faced and I ended up blowing him on our shared couch.
He loved it, but woke up the next morning freaked out and wouldn't talk to me. It really was a shame.
We didn't speak for two weeks. By the next Saturday, I'd had enough and decided I'd talk to him when he returned from his classes.
"Jasper," I said as he walked through our door, and he jumped. He looked at me, his blue eyes terrified.
"Yeah?" was his shaky response.
"We need to talk. What happened... We need to talk about it." I said to him. He nodded.
"Yeah, okay. Let me just go put my stuff away and grab a beer." he replied, taking his messenger bag and heading for his room. I took the opportunity to grab a couple chilled beers and sit down in the living room, just waiting on our couch. He came back a few moments later, and relaxed visibly when he saw the beer. I handed it to him wordlessly and he sat next to me on our brown leather couch, gulping it down greedily.
"Sooooo," I started, and trailed off. He nodded, his eyes seeking mine.
"I'm not gay, Edward." he whispered, shaking his head. I nodded, because I knew he believed that.
"Okay. I accept that. But lets not let what happened come between five years of friendship. We've been through way worse than this, seriously." I explained. His postured relaxed and he sighed. As quickly as it happened though, he tensed.
"But... You find me attractive, right?" he asked, and I mentally cringed. I had never really blatantly lied to Jasper's face, but I knew that's what I wanted to do. Before I could think too much, I blurted out my honest answer.
"Yes, Jasper. I am attracted to you." I whispered, looking down at my hands in shame. He sighed next to me, and mumbled something under his breath.
"What?" I asked, causing him to repeat himself. He looked frustrated.
" I said, ifindyouattractivetoo. But I'm not gay. Just...no," he said, his voice breaking on the no. I looked over at him, slightly shocked. We didn't say anything for minutes, and the sound of my cell going off finally broke it.
When I got off the phone, Jasper had retreated to his bedroom. I sought him out.
"Jasper, are you attracted to me?" I ask, my voice shaking. He looked at me from the middle of his bed, his eyes resigned.
"Yeah. But it's only you. I really do like girls. I guess I just don't want my parents to hate me like they hate you. I don't want them to hate me any more than they already do. I can't live a gay lifestyle when I'm not gay, Edward." he said to me, his voice slightly panicked.
"I'm not asking you to, Jazz. I haven't asked anything from you." I pointed out. It was true. I hadn't asked for anything. I didn't want anything from him... Right?
"I know. But what if... What if I want to explore this?" he questions. I nod, understanding. That had been me at one point.
I go and sit on the edge of his bed, taking a deep breath before I speak.
"I'm here for you, with whatever you need. You're important to me." I say, looking into his crystal clear blue eyes. They darken then, and his breathing hitches. There is a new kind of electricity filling the air, one that makes want to do things to this man that I always thought were off limits. Would it be okay to kiss him? Would he like that? How bad would it change things? Would he like it?
Jasper closed his eyes slowly, leaning in toward me, his lips slightly parted. I inhale sharply, keeping my eyes open, and meet him halfway.
We barely touch at all. His lips just rest in between mine slightly, and I can feel his irregular breath fan out on my cheeks. I want to move, want to nibble on his bottom lip, want to kiss him senseless. But I'm captured, immobile, waiting for him to move.
I wait for what feels like hours, and then it happens. He moves. He sucks my lip into his mouth, running his tongue over it, biting gently. I hold back my moan, pulling back from the kiss, knowing it is too fast to do anything beyond that. I just kissed my straight best friend. Wow.
He looks at me, his eyes dancing, a smile gracing his lips. I feel the questions bubbling to the surface of my lips, but I hold them back, because this moment is too perfect to ruin with useless words. Instead, I reach out and grab his hand, intertwining our fingers. It's then that I know, he feels it to. What this means, I have no clue. But what I do know is that this is something good, something worth figuring out. And I plan to do just that.
The next few days went pretty uneventfully. I had finals, and Jasper had a lot of extra work to get done, so we didn't see each other much.
Until tonight.
Sittin on my couch, I listen as Jasper comes in. I hear his keys hit the table in the entryway, hit shoes get kicked next to the door. It's silent until I hear hit door shut.
I keep going through the channels, figuring he must not know I'm here. I settle on a program about monkeys on the discovery channel.
I hear a repetitive noise from Jasper's room. I jump and quickly head for him, to make sure he's alright. I swing open his door in time to hear him chant "Edward, Edward, Edward" And cum all over his chest.
My mind is stunned. My body is stunned. Well, most of my body, anyway. I know that my dick is having no problem processing this.
His eyes are still closed, his head thrown back. His breathing is ragged, and his muscles are twitching. I almost can't process what I'm seeing.
Or what I heard.
Did he just cum, and chant my name?
And then I look up at his face, and am met with two terrified pools of blue. His eyes are wide, his body is rigid. I realize that I've just been standing here, staring, but I can't seem to make myself move.
That's I got where I currently am, standing in front of Jasper on his bed as my cock is going down his throat.
He swallows around the head, and I'm touching the back of his throat and it's too much and the force in which I cum is terrifying. I barely register that I gave him no warning, and that I came down his throat. I forced him to swallow.
I collapse on the bed next to him, exhausted. He has a smile on his face, and it's infectious. I'm staring at him.
He leans over me, and brushed his lips against mine sweetly. I take his invitation, and sit up to press my lips firmly to his.
We kiss languidly for a minute or so, his warm tongue gliding against mine until I'm breathless. We break apart, and he stands.
"I have dinner with my sister in an hour." he says, pulling on clean boxers. My mind is reeling, trying to catch up with all of this. In my blissful state, though, I just hum my approval, turn on my side and promptly pass the fuck out.
A/N:
So, this is the second story i've started. I've had this saved in my computer for a while, and decided to post it on a whim...
Reviews make me update faster... And I update pretty slow, so get ta reviewin'
Loves, Karissa
