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I'm really glad you liked last chapter and I hope this one will live through your expextations!
a kiss in particular for StarGirl995...I know I didn't earn the cookie you promised since in the end it took me a while to finish this...but if you fell generous... :)
#6
In all the years of your friendship with Tony, he had made some very strange requests and did even more strange things so you were pretty sure nothing could shock you anymore.
"I need you to kiss me"
"What?!"
"My cock doesn't work. I need you to kiss me"
Obviously you were wrong
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"We talked about this Maxxie! I could be gay!"
He doesn't give me the time to answer, probably knowing I would have tried to put some sense in him.
"This morning Michelle came looking for me. You should have seen it! My mom was all 'What you're doing here?!' and she was 'I'm his girlfriend, duh!' which pissed my mom off cause, her words not mine, if she was my girlfriend she should have come earlier. That made Michelle angry.
I tried to tell her I remember that, before the accident, we were fighting and I thought we broke up but they just went on shouting to each other and…"
"Tone…."
"Right. In the end my mom capitulated and Michelle went in my room, sat on my bed and started saying that we are meant to be together, that when I was run down by the bus I was on the phone with her and she was sure I was going to say sorry and that I love her. I told her I didn't remember exactly what I was going to say to her that night but she wasn't listening…"
"Tony!"
"Right. Right. Well one minute she was still talking nonsense and the next one she was all over me…"
I cut off the rest of the words. That bitch!
"What?!"
Shit! Did I start speaking my thoughts aloud again?! "Nothing! Go on!"
He gives me a look that sure he wears a lot lately. The look that pretty much says 'I know what you did/said/thought but I spare you the humiliation of saying it aloud'. He's very good at giving it to me. The all Italian debacle is still burned in my mind but, luckily for me, he never mentioned it again. Till now, he'd also never mentioned the 'I could be gay thing' again.
Seems to me I have to be prepared for other embarrassing moments to come.
Lost as I was in my considerations, I missed most of Tony's speech but, it seems, the best part is just started.
"…and nothing happened...you know…down there. And it's not for not trying on Michelle part, I tell you. Nothing, nada, my cock didn't even twitch. As you can imagine, that pissed off Michelle even more and she start screaming about…"
I turn him off once again.
Does my being happy about my friends' temporary impotence make me a bad person? Most likely!
Does it stop me from being awfully giddy that a groping session with Michelle didn't even make Tony twitch down there?! Hell no!
That's why I have to try very hard to be the understanding friend he probably needs right now
"I bet it is just a temporary thing Tony. Soon you two will be all over each other as usual…"
"No, what I mean is that I came to the conclusion that the problem is Michelle, not me."
Now I have to try really, really hard to not smile.
"I mean the logical explanation is that I'm gay! That would explain why my cock won't work with Michelle or while I'm thinking about different girls but it works just fine when I'm thinking about…"
Don't stop, don't stop! Shit! He stopped! Things were going to be interesting…
Time to the understanding and reasonable friend once more.
"…uhm…Tone I think you are exaggerating. As I said it's probably…"
"Fuck it!"
I never saw it coming.
The moment his mouth is on mine instincts take over, all the same.
This kiss is a little different for the ones we shared in the past: no games, no alcohol or drugs but the same excruciating passion is still there, or rather there's a whole new level of it now. Our tongues easily find each other and our moans blend together. Fuck I missed this! Keeping straight (in a manner of speaking) thoughts is quite impossible while he slightly biting my lip or while his hands are going down on my back, truth is I'm not even trying. All my thoughts are centred on him. Tony, Tony's lips, Tony's hands, Tony's… fuck! He closes up the distance between us, tightening his grip on me, and I can't avoid noticing how his cock doesn't seem to have any problem at all. While one of my hands is busy keeping us as close as humanly possible, the other one climbs up; I catch hold of his hair and, maybe a little more forcefully than necessary I pull on the left. He moans even louder than before and that just turns me on even more. Losing contact for just a second, I began kissing and biting just below his ear then I move down, near the collarbone leaving marks during all the way down the trail. If I needed other proof that this kiss is different from the others we shared, that's it. I just broke two of the main rules, respectively rule n. 2 don't ever leave marks and rule n. 4 don't mess up the hair, and he doesn't seem to mind at all. The temptation to break even the third one is stronger than ever…
Meanwhile his hands keep exploring my body and I love knowing that he's affected from what I'm doing to him by the way his grip tightens when I kiss a particular spot or by the way his movements stop for a moment before restarting more determined than ever when I slightly bite him.
I really, really missed this!
Just as abruptly the kiss started, it ends.
And just as abruptly my confidence leaves me. Do I have to pretend he wasn't interested? Do I have to point out he obviously was interested? Does it was just a test? Time passes by and neither of us say anything. He looks at me intently and I find myself unable to decipher the hidden meaning of that stare. I look away.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Say something; come on…find something to say…
"uhm…you don't have to worry about it…it could have been just a fluke…"
…possibly not this…
He doesn't have to answer in words, as I said he mastered that 'you don't fool me/are you kidding me?!' look quite well lately.
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I don't know how we passed from a heavy, even if short, snogging session to talking about college & stuff, but we did. The kiss was probably going to be one of the things we never have to mention again. If this solution seemed alluring hours ago, now disappointment wins over.
When it was time for Tony to go home I went with him as usual.
I stop in front of his door, saying goodbye to him.
The following seconds are a little blurry, if not for the fact that I end up with Tony's tongue in my mouth…again…without me even noticing his intention…again…Usually I'm better at this…
"I knew it wasn't a fluke"
The Tony Stonem's trademark smirk is the last thing I see of him before he closes the door on my face. I'm already on my way back when it comes to me that, with the last kiss, he broke rule n. 1: never kiss in public.
By the time I'm at home I've convinced myself that the chances of Tony remembering the rules are very low so I better not be giving some deep significance to things that possibly didn't mean anything at all.
My mobile, which I left on my desk before going out, gives the blip of a received message just as I open the door of my room.
'rules sucked anyway, don't you think?!' –unknown sender
Does finding his typos cute make me the sappiest person I know? Of course!
Does it stop the smile that, quite surely, will give me a facial paralysis in two seconds? Hell no!