It was getting on for ten o'clock and three episodes of CSI over when James's mobile started blaring out the ring tone he had assigned to Guy.
"Hello."
"James it's me. Let me in."
"In where?"
"I'm outside. My hands are full so I can't get to my key." Guy steamrolled through the door, three carrier bags full of booze in his arms.
"What are you doing?"
"I had a change of plan."
Something was definitely not right with that statement. He had talked to Cassey that morning and she had sounded perfectly happy.
"You did?"
"Cassey broke up with me."
Guy sounded slightly too nonchalant for James's liking.
"Why? What happened?"
"I told her about the movie."
"Really? What did she think?"
"Well apparently she is under the impression we are an item."
"She what?"
Guy collapsed on the sofa, can in hand.
"She hasn't been happy for a while, because apparently I am spending too much time with you. She asked me to stop seeing you."
"And you said?"
"I said that wouldn't work because we are living together."
"And then?"
"She told me if I chose you over her then we were through."
James could feel his heart ricocheting against his rib cage.
"And you chose me?"
The butterflies he had been attempting to suppress all day were currently doing cartwheels in his stomach.
"You are my best friend. Of course I did."
Guy enveloped him in his arms. His hands massaging his strong muscular back. Then he pulled away, sharply as though he had been burnt, as he felt a stirring in his groin.
"Guy. Are you okay?"
He leapt off the sofa.
"Yes. Just getting a glass of water. Do you want one?"
He didn't even give him the chance to answer. Once in the kitchen, out of James's sight, Guy stroked his hand over his throbbing member as it pulsed against the constraints of its cotton prison. Leaning against the sideboard for support, he increased the strokes and moaned and panted, biting on his lip, drawing blood, as he reached climax, all the while thoughts of James whirred around his head.
"Guy? Do you need a hand?"
James shouted through from the lounge.
"No. I'm good. In fact I am very good."
He smiled to himself as he readjusted his jeans and poured a glass of water.