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Chapter 4
John POV
I groan loudly and stretch out in bed. Reaching over to my left I feel the coldness of an empty space beside me. I look over and sigh, no Randy. I chuckle to myself I mean what did I expect to stay him bed snuggled with him all day? I guess it's better to wake up with him gone than to have to explain why I held him so close. There's a couch I could've slept on. I'm supposed to be a gentleman after all. And what the hell was I thinking last night I really considered taking advantage of him in his drunken state. What the hell is wrong with me? Well laying in bed is getting me no where might as well shower and start my day. I throw my feet over the side of the bed and wince slightly as I stand up. Nothing like making up to morning wood but my God this is extra painful. Stupid Randy making me hard all night long with his hot body pressing into me. I shake my head of my thoughts and walk into the bathroom. There's nothing an ice cold shower can't cure. I step out of my boxers and into the shower. I try to relax under the cool spray of water but my mind keeps drifting to Randy. I try to ignore my hard on as I wash myself but no longer take it. As I suds up my abs I let my hand slip down to my cock. I lean back against the shower wall and stroke myself while wishing Randy was in here with me. I close my eyes as I let my thoughts take me away. I imagine that it's Randy's hand around my cock bringing me to my rapid orgasm. I bite lip trying to hold in my moans but it just feels too good. I take in deep breath and scream out "RANDYYYYYY!" as I cum all over the shower's wall. I get myself together finish my shower and step out. After my primping I step out into the bedroom only in a towel to find Randy standing in the middle of the room. I pale instantly hoping he didn't just hear what happened in the shower. But I'm sure he did he looks pissed.
Randy POV
I awaken feeling much better thank you Tylenol. I hop into a quick shower and dress for the day. I have to go see John and admit my feelings to him. I grab my wallet keys and phone do a once over in the mirror and head to his room. He must not be up yet because the door is still unlocked as I left it from this morning. I take a deep breath knowing I'm most likely about to lose my best friend. I open the door and walk in only to find an empty bed. I hear the shower running and I suddenly have the urge to try and sneak a peek. I lean in close to the shut bathroom door and hear the distinct sound of someone jacking off. I brace my hands on the door frame and place my ear to the door. I feel myself hardening as I imagine what he's doing behind the door. Suddenly I forget how to breathe, I just heard him yell out my name. I jump back from the door and hold my head in my hands. He was just masturbating thinking of me. Oh my god I can't believe it. I feel my hands shake with anger as my head is flooded with questions. How dare he keep this from me? He wants just as bad as I want him. How long has he kept this from me? He's let me deal with this on my own when he's felt the same way? Before I can process anything else the bathroom door swings open and he steps out in only a towel. He stops dead in his tracks as our eyes meet.