Fan Fiction ❯ Denial Is A Game For Two ❯ Chapter 1

I have no idea what just happened. I'm a loner and lack basic social skills when it comes to how to act towards a person, however, I have a distinct feeling that something like this just doesn't happen between two friends. Especially two male friends…Does it?

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We've always been referred to as being overly affectionate with each other, but to be honest, it just feels natural. The same way it feels natural for us to hold each other or fall asleep while still tangled in each other's embrace. I've never put too much thought into why I feel comfortable flirting with him, touching him or being touched by him, it's just always felt right between us.

Then, not too long ago, I've begun to notice a few things about him-his scent, how hot his hands feel when he's touching me, and how I sometimes feel myself tempted to lean in and kiss those lips. Was I falling for my best friend? What am I supposed to do with these feelings, I obviously can't tell him. From that moment onward I grew cautious when it came to my actions, I didn't want to give any clue as to my emotions and recent musings.

After a few weeks of being entrapped within a haze of constant emotional confusion, I began to adjust to these new feelings by learning to ignore them. There was no way in hell I was going to try and explain to him what it was I was experiencing, he'd hate me. Constantly I told myself that he was a friend, and that as long as we had that relationship, I can be content. Unfortunately, my silent mantra worked. If only I had said something then, maybe I could have somehow prevented things from becoming as fucked up as they are now.

A short period later, him and I were lying on his couch watching a movie-I was rubbing his back and he was reaching back to stroke his hand on the outside of thigh. Things were overall no different than they had been any other time between us. When the credits began to scroll to the top of the screen he turned around and embraced me, at the same time running his right hand up down my side. It was when he buried his face into the side of neck that I noticed how warm his body, pressed firmly up against mine, felt. Then he encouraged me start stroking his back again with a whispered request and the gentle nuzzling of lips up and down my neck. I began rubbing his back again, tracing circle patterns with my fingers and applying a gentle pressure at the base of his neck to massage away some of the knots. A few minutes later of gentle caresses he let out what sounded like a quiet. I was going to ask if he was alright, when he suddenly rolled over onto his back, pulling me on top of him, and taking advantage of the new position, slid his leg in between both of mine. Wrapping his arms around my back, he embraced me, and began to slide his leg slowly back and forth over my crotch, causing a friction that made my limbs tremble and become suddenly useless. At this point he leaned up and whispered into my ear, "Is this alright?"

I could feel his erection pressing against thigh and that's when I felt my head nod in consent, as I choked a slightly strained, "Yes."

He began to rub his leg harder and faster against my own erection, as he buried his face once more in the crook of my neck, where I felt him pant and groan on my exposed flesh. Thinking was a difficult process at this point in time. The only things I found myself focusing on at the time was the leg rubbing my member at fevered pace and the one rubbing insistently at my own thigh. Pressure and heat began building within the pit of my stomach, twisting itself into a tight knot, which only tightened with every inflicted action. Moving one of hands down to my lower back, he bucked up, and ground our hips together, causing me to fist my fingertips within the cushions below us, and bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out.

As he continued to lead our unrelenting rhythm of bucking and grinding, small whimpers escaped through my lips. The pressure between my thighs became nearly unbearable as our dance continued, but it just felt so good. After shifting slightly beneath me, he increased his pace, and began thrusting against me harder and faster than before. Finally, I tensed, the knot deep within my stomach snapped, as orgasm rippled through my body and all the built up pressure was finally released from my body with a low groan. Still in my orgasmic haze I collapsed on top him, panting, as he continued thrusting for a few minutes longer, until he was finally caught in the midst of his own climax. Once he had caught his breath, he grabbed my face within both his hands and forced me to turn my face so I was looking directly at him. I a concern and worry filled voice he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I responded in a hoarse, cracked voice.

And with that he embraced me, and held on to me tightly as if I would disappear if he did otherwise. Resting my head in the crook of his neck, I shut my eyes, and concentrated on the feeling of his beating heart beneath my own. "Are…are we ok?" his voice was low and sounded somewhat fearful of the answer.

"Yeah," I responded, nodding my head, "we're fine."

I felt his arms tighten around me, as he kissed my head, and muffled a silent, "Thank you." into my hair.

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After that day, we went back to our usual routines and have continued to carry on as we usually would, prior everything that's happened. Neither of us has brought up this situation since.

_A/N- To think a straight guy like me writes stuff like this. *shrugs* Oh well. I apologize for any errors and reviews are welcome. Thank you for reading!