"Clyde," Craig started simply, touching his friend's face to make him lock their eyes together.
At some point he'd shuffled down on to Clyde's lap, slipped off his own t-shirt, and draped his arms lazily around his neck. The brunette stared across to him, stunned and in denial that the whole thing was even happening.
"You need to get me worked up... Think about how you'd get Bebe turned on. It's basically the same."
Clyde's eyes flickered down Craig's lean, pale torso. He just stared dumbly.
His friend was a bit rangy; he didn't have much muscle anywhere, aside from a little bit of tone on his arms. His skin was perfectly unblemished and soft. Clyde wanted to comment that his nipples were the perfect size and shade of light, rosy pink, but... that was totally fucking gay. He was quickly caught up in forcing the thought from his mind.
"...So, how're you going to do that?" the raven urged, sensing Clyde's hesitation.
"...Kiss you- Her?"
Craig rolled his eyes.
"Sure, that's one way... So do it."
For a few moments, Clyde was frozen. He hadn't even expected his friend to agree; he was just desperate and worked up when the whole fucking proposal spilled out.
"Clyde. Bring her close to you, like this," came a whisper. Two soft hands rested on Clyde's cheeks and pulled him in. "Make her stare in to your eyes... Let your eyes express how much you want her. And, still holding her gaze, lean in, and-"
Craig faltered. His eyes widened. His best friend's lips pressed wholeheartedly against his. Their eyes met and the raven watched, impressed but startled, as Clyde let his own flutter shut.
A tongue parted his lips and he opened readily with a sharp intake of breath.
Through the wet, open-mouthed kiss, Clyde squeaked out, "Was that too fast?"
Craig let his hands slide to the back of Clyde's head, where he threaded his fingers in to his hair and tugged softly. The following half startled, half pleasured yelp that rose from the other male's throat made his pulse skip.
"Doing good... Clyde, are you- Oh."
Craig and tried to press his ass down in to Clyde's lap to investigate and ended up answering his own question. His friend was already completely hard, and not just average.
"Clyde," he bit out. "You need to give yourself more fucking credit. You're not average down here."
His friend had some major self-image issues, but Craig never figured it would have an effect on how he viewed that as well.
"I'm not...? But those guys in porn have way bigger-"
"Hush," Craig muttered sharply, briefly wondering what kind of fucking porn was Clyde watching. "We're still practicing. Don't get side tracked."
Clyde gulped and nodded. "What next?"
"Try and figure it out on your own... Don't look at me like that. Think. How would you proceed with Bebe doing... this?"
As he spoke, the noirette ground against Clyde's clothed erection. By just feeling at what was hidden through Clyde's jeans with his ass, Craig was almost entirely aroused.
"I'd- I would, uh-"
Instead of trying to stammer out the rest, the fully-clothed of the two wrapped his strong arms around his friend and staggered awkwardly to get up. He slung Craig on to the bed and flopped on top of him. The sudden weight knocked the breath out of the boy underneath.
"Nice," the boy underneath uttered simply. "You- Woah, uh, y-yeah, just like that. Getting her panties off. Do you even need my help? Ha..."
Clyde had already shucked Craig's pants and underwear down to his ankles and he helped by kicking them off the rest of the way.
He took note that the sudden burst of confidence his friend just exhibited seemed to wane abruptly once he was exposed to him. He figured it was sobering to see his dick, flared proudly against his abdomen, instead of a girl's body.
Clyde surprised him again. He reached for his own pants and undid his belt. Craig squirmed in anticipation as he realized he was about to see the full extent of what Clyde kept hidden in his pants.
This all seemed so wrong...
"Do you fucking wax?" Clyde stammered.
Craig blinked at the question. He'd been entirely ready for Clyde to reveal his body, but the brunette seemed to be stalling... Made sense to be hesitant about exposing a boner to his best friend, the raven figured. Clyde was staring at his own exposed body in awe, which made Craig feel the need to duck underneath the comforter.
So fucking wrong.
"Do you really think I want that "Craig's mom's bush" shit from elementary school turned on me...? And I just shave."
Clyde simply nodded, bit his lip, and left it at that.
"So, you won't mind if I'm a little hairy, r-right...?"
He finally pushed his pants down until they fell to his knees, along with a pair of generic green boxers.
The fact that Clyde could not appreciate his own body was astounding.
After swallowing at a lump in his throat and trying not to made the other uncomfortable with a long stare, Craig grunted, "Your shirt."
Clyde was suddenly faltering all over again.
"...D-Do I have to take my shirt off?"
His eyes shifted away embarrassedly as Craig blinked at him and realized why he was hesitating.
"You don't have to if you don't want to... She might want you to be naked too, but- Clyde, chill out. Forget the shirt. It's fine."
"No, you're right," the brunette bit out. He managed to stop himself right before going full-panic-mode. He ripped off his shirt.
Craig wondered what the right thing to say would be in that moment... He imagined it was a bit of a tender one between them. Clyde wasn't fat by any means, but his stomach hung down just the slightest bit and he clearly hated showing it. He hated going swimming, or simply taking off his shirt on a hot day. He'd always had that slight bit of flab there to mock him and make him increasingly self-conscious when puberty hit.
His friend was too busy eyeing his chest, shoulders, arms, and cock. He couldn't give any less of a fuck about the belly pudge.
Clyde had a small patch of brown chest hair and a happy trail, leading from his navel down to the patch at the base of his arousal. Not too much, but just that ideal amount that Craig secretly had a thing for... Bless this stupid oaf and his hair.
His shoulders were wide and his arms were strong. Craig hadn't ever treated himself to the sight of his friend before, and was almost mad at himself for never noticing.
His friend's dick was about the same decent length as his own, but-
It was thick. Fat. It looked... heavy when it'd sprung free from its clothed confines. It had this one pronounced vein trailing from the base, underneath, towards the uncut tip that Craig simply wanted to worship with his tongue. It had a slight upwards curve that was... simply perfect. Fucking hell.
God, that leaking, flushed tip. Craig's tongue ran apprehensively across his teeth with the urge to swipe the head clean of every last drop pre-cum.
"...Now is about the time you take out a condom, or ask if she has one," he managed, still eyeing his friend's body appreciatively.
"I don't... Wait, yeah. Er, dad left some in the dresser forever ago."
The discomfort in Clyde's tone made Craig realize that he was staring a bit too intently.
"Your dad got you lube too, Clyde?" Craig managed to tease weakly. He propped himself on one elbow and reached for his dresser drawer with his other arm. He drew out a small bottle of lube and a single packaged condom. "I'll lend you a couple more if this is it... You'll definitely need more condoms for Bebe."
Clyde's nervous stare hardened momentarily in to a glare at the comment, but didn't linger. He was too caught up in the moment to argue.
"Do I need to use fingers on you?" he found himself blurting.
Craig blinked up at his awkwardly-shifting friend and tilted his head. "...It's been a while, and you're kind of... It would, uh... Really help me out."
He chewed his lip when Clyde nodded and reached for the bottle of lube in his hands.
"...What? Am I... Am I doing something bad?" Clyde suddenly pried with a fresh look of panic on his face.
Craig shook his head and cleared his throat. "No, no... You're doing fine, dude. Relax. Keep doing what you're doing."
When Clyde continued to look unconvinced, Craig offered quietly, "Bebe would be really turned on right now."
And he was sure she would be.
The brunette managed to smile weakly, but cringed at the squelching sound from the bottle as he squeezed way too much lube on his fingers.
"Better to use too much than not enough," Craig muttered as they both stared at some that dripped down on his pale leg.
He squirmed and lifted his ass off the bed a little when Clyde's lube-smothered hand moved shakily between his legs. There was a brief pause where Craig's eyes clenched shut in anticipation and Clyde completely froze up in realization.
Was this really going to do anything to help him? Sticking his fingers in his friend's ass? That seemed- Fuck. It was gay. He was so fucking slow. He just realized how gay the situation was, hovering naked over an equally nude boy with his fingers at the ready.
How the fuck was he supposed to back out at that point? Why was he so stupid. He wasn't gay. This was just... happening.
"...Should we stop? We can just forget this ever happened. Never mention it again."
He wanted to feel relieved that Craig proposed such a thing. He wanted to jump right on agreeing with him, so things could get less weird and more normal.
He wanted to shout "NO HOMO!" as loud as he could from his window, in case the whole world and heavens were suddenly questioning him.
But he didn't. His hand just fucking moved in and prodded right below Craig's balls, making the raven jerk and suck in a deep breath.
"Don't just jab my fucking gooch, dumbass."
"Sorry..."
Craig's hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and guided the fingers down to swirl at his entrance.
"R-right there."
Clyde wanted to yank his hand away in disgust.
His fingers weren't pressed between two plush, silky folds. He wasn't touching Bebe's soft, wet body... He was about to jam his finger his his childhood friend's ass. Fuck, he thought, what if it's... dirty? Oh, god. It's- Well, it was Craig, so it definitely wouldn't be. Clyde found comfort in remembering how fussy his friend was with hygiene.
Regardless, he wanted to be disgusted when his fingertips swirled against the tight pucker, but he wasn't. He was so hard he could feel his blood pulsing through his arousal painfully. He just wanted to stuff his cock past that ring of muscle until he was balls deep in Craig Tucker, where he'd probably shoot off in three seconds flat.
The boy on his back shifted down on to Clyde's outstretched finger impatiently.
The brunette's choked gasp was drowned out by an uncontrolled groan from Craig.
"Yeah," Craig hissed, throwing his head back on the pillow. He was able to relax around the single digit rather quickly. "Another one."
He stared at his friend as his mouth hung open in shock.
Finally, Clyde managed to smile weakly and lined up a second finger. In a low, mock DJ Khaled voice, still slightly shaky, he muttered, "Anotha one."
Something about the sheer stupidity and bad timing of his best friend had Craig a little reassured. Hell, nothing could actually go wrong from this... This was just his friend Clyde being Clyde, even in a moment like this one. Nothing was going to change between them afterwards...
"Get your shitty memes out of here, Donovan," he replied with a breathless chuckle, despite a second finger pushing in to him clumsily. His back arched. "F-fuck... Scissor them a little and I think I'll be good."
In all honesty, Craig knew he probably needed way more stretching, but he was a bit too impatient and knew Clyde wouldn't want to sit through it.
His eyes clenched when the thick digits inside of him obeyed his order. Their movements were a bit sloppy, but completely addicting nonetheless.
"Clyde, you're really hot. And it feels good."
"Ha, s-shut up, dude..." Clyde replied, clearly unconvinced. "I'm not... I have no idea what I'm doing... Ahah..."
Craig rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, wishing his friend would just take a fucking compliment. The raven didn't hand them out all too often.
"So, let's get to the point," he piped up after a few more seconds of awkward, purposeless scissoring, where Clyde didn't really seem to be seeking out his prostate at all. Now that Craig thought about it, Clyde probably had no idea what a prostate was... or at least not that he could stimulate it. He felt around at his side, where he'd let the condom fall, and ripped it open with his teeth. The fingers inside of him halted their movements. "You aren't getting much practice out of this, really."
Clyde nodded jerkily and took his fingers out. He grabbed the now unpacked condom.
The sight of Craig ripping it open with his teeth was suddenly permanently imprinted in his head, where it would persistently linger...
He struggled to roll it over his arousal for a few seconds. It was way too damn slippery. He'd softened up a little throughout fingering the other male and had to give himself a few strokes before getting the thing on. It wasn't that he didn't find it strangely arousing to have his fingers inside some guy he'd known for over a decade; he'd just been completely unconfident in what he was doing.
Meanwhile, Craig felt entirely empty. His toes were curling in anticipation by the time his best friend got the damn thing rolled down over his cock completely.
He spread his legs wider for him. Dull gray and hazel met once again when Clyde shifted closer.
"Do I just put-" Clyde struggled to find the words he wanted. "Why is this thing so slimy?"
"Yeah, go on. It's an extra lubed condom," Craig urged, lifting up higher to feel Clyde's tip press against his entrance. "Slow, though."
"Craig, I- Thanks for letting me do this. I mean, you really don't have-"
"Clyde, shut the fuck up and put it in."
The raven felt his friend shudder- or maybe he was just shaking nervously- and then do as Craig instructed.
"S-shit," he cursed in discomfort. Clyde just kept going, sinking in halfway, until Craig's hands shot out and gripped his shoulders. "Ow, fuck!"
Clyde halted all at once and started to pull out, but Craig lifted his hips up quickly to keep him inside.
"Just slow-"
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Fuck, I was rushing and-"
"Chill out. You're just big, idiot."
"Sorry..."
Craig stared up at his spooked friend in exasperation. "Don't be sorry."
"Sor-" Clyde caught himself before he finished and just waited for some kind of signal to continue. It was so unbearably tight inside. The condom felt weird; it felt like it was squeezed around him too tightly, suffocating him even more than the heat of Craig's body.
He felt his arms quiver like they were threatening to give out and send him toppling on to the boy beneath him. He tensed up to stay steady and started to release a deep breath. Some kind of unwarranted moan spilled out from behind his lips as he did so. He just want to curl up and die. He just wanted to stop. Stop and lie down and never talk about this ag-
"Clyde?"
His tightly-shut eyes snapped open to take in Craig's expectant stare.
Holy shit.
Craig's entire body was lightly dusted in pink. His cheeks were especially flushed. His rich black hair that was always neatly combed atop his head or hidden under his worn-out hat was entirely ruffled. His chest was rising dramatically and rapidly, and Clyde swore he saw his heart beat through his chest like the organ was threatening to burst right out and splatter all over his own face.
"Clyde," came that out-of-character voice of reassurance once again. Craig was laughing a little. "I said you could move."
Move? What did move mean? Clyde had suddenly lost the entire concept of "move." Right out of his vocabulary. If he did this "move" thing, he was going to cum. Right then. He was certain of it.
He heard Craig sigh and felt the small, nervous lump lodged in his throat rise up higher as he swallowed. Even though the sigh held a hint of amusement, he still felt like he was being hilariously disappointing... Craig had messed around with Kenny, right? And a couple of other guys- a couple that Clyde knew about, anyway- as well... He was probably the absolute worst out of all of them... That's what he was telling himself, anyway.
"Sorry," he apologized for the thousandth time, "I had to wait a sec. I'm, uh... kind of close already."
As he finished speaking, he finally gathered the resolve to push deeper inside. He swore Craig was just about to give him some smart-assed, yet strangely comforting reply... But whatever he wanted to say just faded away when his mouth hung open softly and his head fell back against Clyde's pillow. Dull grey eyes rolled back towards the headboard and a quivering sigh seeped from his parted lips. If Clyde had just told himself that he could last a decent amount after his short wait, he'd completely fooled himself. That reaction by itself was enough to send him hurdling towards the edge. Add the sensation of being completely inside and lasting at all was basically a lost cause.
The only thing keeping him afloat was the condom, which took away the sensation of skin directly against skin.
"Are you okay?" he whispered breathlessly. He felt his cock twitch inside Craig as his eyes rolled back to focus in on him.
The raven hummed and nodded a bit too dramatically for his own liking.
"You're doing fine, Clyde."
Craig wasn't typically the most vocal of a partner, but allowed himself to moan in a slightly higher than normal pitch as encouragement. He was stuck between staying silent or basking in Clyde's stunned stare, drawn forth by the out-of-character sounds he'd never heard from his friend before.
In that moment, he imagined Clyde was trying to picture being with Bebe instead. The thought made him clam up. Hearing a guy's moans was probably the opposite of what his friend wanted... Fuck, maybe he'd just made things worse by moaning at all?
He considered calling things off right there because he found he didn't like the idea of... being used. What the hell, when had he started convincing himself it was anything different? But Clyde started moving, drawing back just a little bit before pushing back in. All Craig could think about in that moment was how badly he wanted the brunette to draw back to the tip, almost entirely out of him, before roughly slamming back in. Like he knew Clyde could do perfectly if he was just a little more confident. He wanted to feel every inch in length and that impressive girth creating powerful friction inside of him.
He suddenly realized that his legs were trembling. Hard.
He wondered if he should keep talking him through things or let Clyde imagine on his own. He still felt some kind of stab in his chest at the idea of being a mere human practice doll, but was past the point of no return. He'd gotten himself in to this anyway, he reasoned.
Clyde was suddenly staring at him though, as if he needed some kind of conformation that the shallow thrust he just did was okay.
Craig finally resolved that talking him through it would help him get the best feel for it for Bebe, and Clyde probably needed reassurance in this just like very other thing.
"Pull out more, push back in harder. Angle upwards, guys have a g-spot too, same general area," he spewed. He had no idea that he was as breathless as he was until he heard himself speak.
"Okay, yeah I know... You- Ah, you got kind of silent for second so I was..."
Clyde trailed off on his own when he started to pull out. It felt- Holy shit, amazing. Even with the condom on. Craig was just clamped around him, like his body was trying to suck him back in like a vacuum when he tried to move away.
He didn't pull back entirely to the head of his pulsing cock, but got pretty close. He sucked in a deep breath that made his chest swell before snapping his hips back.
The sound that forced itself from his raven-haired friend's mouth was-
God, he thought he was going to melt in to a puddle right there. He had no idea Craig could make a sound like-
"Clyde," Craig whined. "Keep doing it, over and over."
Holy fuck Craig whined. Holy fuck.
That's all that registered for a few seconds, but when the rest did, Clyde snapped. He was close.
He just wanted to do something right before he came way too early, damn it.
He leaned in a little for leverage and established a rhythm- a rather fast one- out of nowhere. To say it caught Craig off guard is putting it lightly.
Craig had told himself he wouldn't moan but there was just no way he could stop himself. He shamefully wrapped his arms around Clyde's neck and let a string of breathless curses spew from his slacked jaw. With his arms around the other male, he could feel his tense, muscular shoulders bunching up. His hands shot down to roam over Clyde's toned back on his own accord. Fuck, fucking bless.
"Yes!" he shouted suddenly when the brunette unintentionally grazed his prostate with the head of his cock. "Right there. Clyde, please- You're doing so g- Ahhh, nn'shit! S-sorry..."
Under a haze of ecstasy, Clyde was slightly confused. Craig was apologizing now? What for? Out of all the asshole-ish things Craig had ever pulled that Clyde had never heard him say sorry for... he was apologizing right then? At a time when everything was fucking fantastic in every way?
He wanted to voice his curiosity, but when he opened his mouth all that spilled out was a deep, shaky moan against his friend's ear. The noirette's back suddenly curled in a perfect arch. Woah, how the hell did it get tighter? It was getting to be almost painful, like his buried cock was about to be pinched right off. Did he do something to make it like this?
He tried to hit the same spot that made those fucking sounds slew out and bless his eardrums, and found it was a lot easier with Craig arched the way he was. He concluded he wasn't going to last more than twenty more seconds and tried to thrust harder and faster at the same angle.
Everything was clenching around him and Craig was making that foreign, intoxicating, strangled whine of his with every push back inside. Well shit, okay. Clyde was definitely only going to last five more seconds. Forget twenty...
"Craig, jerk yourself off...! I'm going to-"
No smarmy reply. Craig just instantly obeyed, pumping his neglected arousal rapidly. The sight stole those three remaining seconds away in an instant. Clyde let loose in to the condom and felt like he'd never stop fucking pulsing and twitching. He somehow wished that the rubber wasn't catching it all and that instead he was pumping his cum deep in Craig's ass, leaving a permanent indention of the shape of his cock. He wanted to move back and see his handiwork dribbling out like he'd fucking marked Craig as his-
...What the fuck? Why was he thinking that? Picturing that? He tried to ignore it to ride out the rest of his release.
He realized his hips were still moving viciously, like his body had become some kind of automated machine with only one purpose: to hit that spot that let him hear Craig make those intoxicating sounds. He groaned against his ear when he clamped down around him. It was like he was... He was spasming.
Craig swore that he nearly floated right off the bed when he came. They made eye contact for a split second and Craig quickly looked away. He watched ropes of hot white splatter all over Clyde's stomach, getting pooled up in the rich brown hair under his navel.
"Nnnngh, Clyde," he let spew out.
The boy above him finally stopped moving and slumped a little on top of him in exhaustion. He was still gazing at Craig's face; he could tell. Why? He somehow felt vulnerable, getting stared at intently, because he knew his face was contorting in all sorts of weird expressions as he rode out his climax.
Clyde thought it was the greatest thing he'd ever seen since his first pair of movie tits at age thirteen.
A silence settled over the two as that painful thing called reason started to return. Clyde softened and slipped out and hesitantly looked away before Craig summoned up the courage to meet his stare. He rolled off on to his back to stare at his ceiling and listen to his wildly thrumming heartbeat.
"I didn't suck, did I?" he asked with a tinge of humor despite the worry stabbing at his throat and chest. He looked down at his still-covered member and started to take the condom off.
He held his breath when he heard Craig force a shaky laugh. Fuck. He did awful, didn't he? He focused on trying to tie up the stupid thing, eyeing the stupid amount of jizz he'd emptied in to it. He tossed it in the trashcan near his bed, thankful he didn't miss and have to get up.
"You're... gonna do just fine, Clyde. Could you really not tell how much I was enjoying... You just- You were fucking great, okay?"
They didn't look at one another but Clyde smiled weakly anyway. For him, everything was still fantastic. He did great. Craig told him he'd done great. The pickiest asshole in the whole world.
He sensed something different in the air though. He rolled on his side to face his best friend, who still didn't look back at him.
"Thanks, dude. You're seriously the best." Clyde beamed. "I feel so much better about the whole thing now."
Craig dared to look at that fucking oblivious grin and instantly regretted it. This- It had mistake written all over it. He sat up and scoured the floor for his underwear.
"...We should get dressed."
Clyde's smile waned. "Oh. But, my dad won't be home 'til... Yeah, guess you're right."
Normal, distant Craig was back. Clyde missed the previous state he'd dragged him into already.
They dressed in silence and Clyde watched, somehow feeling guilty, as Craig rubbed his lower back and sat down at the edge of the bed with a look of slight discomfort. He was just about to propose they watch a movie, when-
"I forgot about some paper I have to write for class tomorrow. I better go do it."
Clyde felt something sink inside of him at the excuse. Craig was looking around for his wallet and keys.
Craig didn't write papers. It was Friday. Their Friday.
