July 4, 2015

Mitch:

"Charlie! Wake up, Charlie! Candy Mountain, Charlie! Candy Mountain! We're going on an adventure! It'll be an adventure! Come with us to Candy Mountain! Candy Mountain, Charlie! Candy Mountain!" Jerome shrieks in his high-pitched He-Man voice as he flails around inside of the car, turning to stare at the side of my head when he finishes. Someone is very cranky this morning.

"I don't sound like that."

"Wanna make a fucking bet?"

"I can't use your credit card without you standing there to sign for it. Ryan needed shit for his barbeque and you wouldn't get your ass out of bed. It's not my fault you went to sleep at five in the morning like a twelve-year-old." I look pointedly over at him and he's making a creep face, glaring at me out of the corner of his beady eye. That might have worked for a couple of days back in elementary school, but his Halloween-esque faces don't work on me.

"You wanna smell my dick, too? I'mma start callin' you Riskay." He turns and puts his head against the window, watching miserably as we drive through the gates of the subdivision and out on the main road. "You owe me a fucking coffee."

"Do you want me to stop at Seven-Eleven so you can get a Big Gulp's worth? Then you can dump a case of energy drinks in it, too." He licks around his mouth like a dog, smacking his lips like he thinks that that's an answer. Although, knowing him, that probably is an answer. "Target is going to be slammed this time of day, dood. If you want to go over there and face the hordes on senior citizen day..."

"That's my favorite day of the week, Mitch. You know how I love me some sweet little ol' grannies. Maybe we'll get to see Paul Blart again, too."

"You have some pretty high hopes for someone who was screaming like a banshee ten minutes ago about how we should quote 'fuck it all to fucking hell'."

"Well, you know what they say: when life gives you lemons, put 'em on a chicken dildo and feed it to Lachlan." I don't think I will ever forget that look on Lachlan's face for as long as I live; it was like someone had taken the Scream painting and posted it on YouTube with the audio of a monkey being eaten by a python. I wish we could have made a GIF of him doing the dildo dance.

"I thought you were going to start crying when you saw me take that chicken out of the fridge. It looked like you were starting to tear up a little bit there, Biggums."

"You're a fucking monster." He pretends to glare at me again as we pull into the parking lot before he jumps out of the car like a little kid and takes off running through the front doors and over to the coffee shop. He does things like this, then he wonders why security descends on our asses every time we come in this store. He is already waiting for them to make his coffee at Starbucks when I make it inside and I get a cart while I wait for him to catch up. I grab my phone to pull up the list of crap that Ryan asked us to pick up and I don't see when Jerome comes loping back over. He shoves a coffee in my face so I have to go cross-eyed to see what it is. "You're lucky I like you, Benj." He grins before he walks past me to steer the cart over to our usual table by the snack bar, thinking that he surprised me with his pathetic sugary jump scare. I'll show him what a surprise looks like. "Let me pretend to wake up before-" He starts to turn around to get a hold on the steering bar and I grab him by the front of his bright blue t-shirt and pull him back toward me, smashing our lips together in a messy, warm, caramel-flavored kiss. He almost drops his precious latte on both of our feet as I run my tongue around the inside of his lips. He breathes out slowly as he relaxes against me, then I abruptly pull away just to tease him. He looks more shocked than amused, and I wish I could take a picture of his face like this and set it as my phone background like he always does to me.

"Get out of the way, Jerome."

"Yeah. Okay." He awkwardly steps off to the side so I can take the shopping cart away from him and I start walking into our usual corner table, away from any onlookers. There are three people gawking at us right now, at least that I can see, and the last thing either of us needs is a fan posting a picture of us eating each other's faces off on Instagram. He doesn't follow behind me for a few seconds, then he suddenly reappears at my side like a Creeper, silent as always. We sit so that my back is to the store, where it is less likely that someone will recognize us. "What was that?"

"It was good."

"No kiddin'. Well, I'm definitely awake now."

"It took you long enough."

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July 5, 2015

Mitch:

"Hey."

"Hey." I see him poke his head out of his room, watching as I set the alarm on the control panel by the thermostat. It's almost two in the morning and we just now got back from Ryan's two-star barbeque and frozen crab leg feast. We had a good time, but I would rather have spent the time at home with Jerome. The only thing worse than watching one of your friends make out with his girlfriend for five hours is not being able to do the same with the person who wants you just as much as you want them. Although, with our brief track record, it probably wouldn't be called 'making out' for very long. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you went to bed already."

"Nah. That's the good thing about sleeping in until three in the afternoon – you don't get tired 'til the sun comes back up." I hear one shoe go flying across his room, then the other one, and his closet door slides open so he can lovingly put his ugly safari hat back on its spot on the top shelf. I turn the hall light off and follow him into his room, quietly shutting the door before I turn the ceiling fan light off. I hear him slowly slide the closet door shut. I wait until my eyes adjust before I walk over to meet him. His muscles are tense as I wrap my arms around his neck and move until I'm flush up against his back.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just kinda surprised me, that's all."

"Is it really that shocking when I try to be nice to you?" He lets out a breath of laughter and I lean forward and put a kiss on the side of his neck before I pull away. He's still standing in the same spot, staring at me in the dark as I walk over and flop onto his obnoxiously squishy pillow top mattress. As usual, leave it to Jerome to have to most awkward reaction in the world. I wait a few more seconds before I lean over and grab his arm to pull him over toward me like I am trying to fish for an iron golem. He carefully climbs up next to me and I reach up to bring his face down to my level.

This kiss isn't as stiff or sloppy as the one we shared this afternoon at the store. He starts cautiously before he melts against me, coming to rest with his chest pressed against mine. I run my fingers over his coarse beard and slowly snake them down his neck, his back, down to his hips. I rub his hip bones and deepen the kiss, and he doesn't protest when my tongue slips past his lips and slides across the sharp tips of his teeth. He always tastes like mint, even when it doesn't look like he has been chewing gum. He must have learned that in high school from tight ass Big Mac's class. He plays with the hem of my shirt before he pulls it up and starts exploring my stomach, tracing the lines of my hips and my muscles as he works his way upwards. I wait until his fingers are circling around the feelingless spots around my nipples before I grab him around the waist and roll over so that I am leaning over him instead, and I take his moment of uncertainty to dive deeper into his mouth. It only takes me a few more seconds before I find the source of his cool, sugary taste, and I pull away and grab his hand to give him the chewed wad of gum back.

"You can keep it," he laughs, looking around to see what he should do with it. He eventually grabs the box of tissues placed suspiciously close to his bed on the nightstand and sticks it on there before licking the stickiness off of his palm. I strip my t-shirt off and toss it on the ground before I get to work on his, gently pulling it over his head in between the battles between our tongues. While he is distracted with trying to force his way into my mouth, I untie his shorts and strip them off of his bony hips. I can see the outline of his quickly rising boner in the dim light of the streetlight below his window. I don't know where he thinks this is going tonight, but I'm not getting down on the floor; he isn't the only one who wants his dick sucked and I'm not up for that yet. I climb back up between his legs where we can continue our tongue war while I stroke him. It takes him a few seconds to get back into it, like he had been expecting me to react differently.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I leave a trail of little bites along his stubbly jaw. I run my thumb over his tip and his head snaps back against the pillow as he gives a sharp breath. I give him a couple of beats to respond before I speak again. "Do you not want to do this?"

"Of course I wanna do it. I just thought maybe... I dunno. I didn't think I'd be good enough."

"What do you mean? From what I've seen, you're plenty good."

"I mean, my dick. I'm no porn star. I'm average as fuck and I thought you liked big dicks."

"I prefer dicks that you can actually do things with, and I can think of more than a few things we can do with yours. I'm the last person on Earth who would bitch at you about size, dood." He starts to argue but I cut him off with another mouthful of tongue and he gives in. I move forward to grind against him and he starts to reach down to pull my swim trunks off, but I guide his hands back to my ass. I have already had one bad experience with that this month, and I'm not ready to give it another shot yet. He doesn't complain and he settles for squeezing my thighs and my cheeks. I can feel the familiar slipperiness of arousal and my dick burns as it scratches against the nylon of the pouch holding my packer in place. This might be good for him but it isn't doing it for me. "I want you."

"Well, you have me."

"I want to do something else. I need you." I rub his tip again while I guide one of his hands down the back of my shorts. He hesitates for a few seconds before he pulls away, moving farther up toward the pillows. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I just feel like you don't really wanna do this. But you're not drunk. I don't get it."

"I do want to do this. It took me a while to work through some things, but I think I finally have it figured out. You make me not feel like shit. No one else can do that." I move up to lay next to him, gently swinging his cock back and forth so it can slap against his stomach. He gives a moan thinly disguised by laughter and tries to grab it away, but I won't let him have it back. "You don't want me?"

"Of course I want you. But I don't want you to do this if you don't really wanna do it."

"If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't be here. Are you going to fuck me, or what?" I roll away from him so that I am flat on my stomach and I pull his arm so he will join me. It doesn't take much encouraging before he is leaning over me, pulling my hips up so he can get between my legs. "Ass only."

"What else'd you think I was gonna screw? Your ear?" If he doesn't know about that for some reason, I'm not going to tell him about it now. He pushes himself up on my back so he can kiss the back of my neck. I can feel his boner through my shorts, and I pull the waistband down just far enough that he can get in. I can feel him brush against my ass as he moves, gently grinding against me to tease me.

"You wanna use a chicken condom?"

"Do you have an STD?"

"Do you?"

"Then what would be the point? The cheap fucking thing is just going to break, anyway. You would be better off using a water balloon."

"Like Marley?" We both laugh as he guides it to my entrance, preparing to push in before he abruptly pulls away. I start to think he got cold feet before I hear him digging around in his dresser for something. "You're already gonna be stiff as fuck in the morning. No point makin' it worse." I feel a thick, cold glob of what I am assuming is lube slip between my cheeks and just inside me. I hear him quickly rubbing more on himself before he leans over me again and slowly thrusts into me. I can tell he is holding himself back as he gently pushes in, and the pressure builds and builds until it feels like I can't take anymore, then it continues. Seconds feel three times as long as he moves deeper until finally, he has nothing left to move with.

"Average my ass. It's fucking huge."

"That's just the beginning." He gets a good grip on my hips before he pulls out to his tip and moves back in, pulling me back so he can get a better angle. I appreciate him trying, but I don't have a prostate so that won't work. It feels amazing regardless and I feel bound and tied to him as he thrusts harder and faster. I feel his balls smacking against me through my shorts, and he starts punctuating each push with a quiet moan. He isn't going to last for much longer and I need to join him. I reach down and slip my hand into my trunks to protect my chafing cock from the scratchy fabric. The friction of my fingers and the feeling of him having complete control over part of my body overwhelm me in what feels like only seconds, and a wave of pleasure and calm roars over me and my body goes numb. My shorts feel like I just climbed out of the pool and the thick fluid quickly cools and stings my sensitive skin. He follows immediately afterward as my muscles tighten around him and pull at him. He leans down into me and nuzzles his face into the back of my neck while he wraps his arms around my waist. I'm completely immobilized as he slowly presses in as far as he can. He places kisses down the side of my neck as he loses it. "Fuck... Mitch..."

"I thought you were." He snickers and runs his fingers across my stomach and chest as he finishes. He pulls out, leaving a dull ache behind as he rolls both of over on our side. He wraps his arms around me possessively and pulls me tight up against him, but this is getting too familiar to be comfortable. I unlock his arms and turn to face him before I pull him against my chest and run my hands over his back while he relaxes again and sighs.

"So... Do that mean we're dating?"

"Do you want us to be dating?"

"Do you want us to be dating?"

"I didn't realize I just fucked Nooch." He laughs quietly and snakes his arms around my waist again to pull me closer. I glance down at him to see if he is grinning up at me, ready to deliver the punch line or burst into hyena laughter. Why is it surprising that he likes me this much? I have known him for almost half of my lifetime and we have been inseparable ever since we met. It just feels so foreign to have someone act like this after they know the truth about me. I am so used to being the guy with an 'and', or a 'but', or a 'without' after my name that I didn't think I would ever find this. It feels good, but surreal.

"I really don't want this to be a one-time-only special, Mitch. Not that I'm just in it for the fucking. You know I really-"

"Jerome?"

"Yeah?"

"Just shut the hell up."