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  Copyright© 2015 Cat Blaine

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-526-2

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Jessica Ruth

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  BEST FRIENDS

  Cat Blaine

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  It all started in an elevator.

  Malcolm and I were both drunk and horny, and for some reason kissing each other seemed like a good idea at the time. Neither of us had ever been with a guy. We weren’t gay. But every girl we’d met at the hotel bar this weekend wanted more than just hot, dirty, meaningless sex. Malcolm and I weren’t looking for anything serious. We were a hundred percent on the same page when it came to that. We might not agree on everything, but avoiding commitment was one thing we were both down for.

  The elevator was obscenely bright, and the mirrored walls reflected everything like a giant disco ball. I couldn’t stop giggling when Malcolm came in for a kiss. It was just so bizarre to be locking lips with my best friend. But I was buzzing with beer and raunchy need so I went with it.

  “Stop laughing,” he growled, although he was smiling when he said it.

  I tried to hold back the guffaw that wanted to erupt. “I can’t.”

  “Come closer, idiot.” The first touch of his mouth was weird but kind of nice. His stubbly chin was rough against mine, and it was really different kissing him as opposed to a chick. He wasn’t tentative at all. But his lips were warm and full, and my cock woke up real fast, testing the elasticity of my underwear.

  He lifted his head. “Jesus Christ, C. You kiss like a fucking girl.” Malcolm’s voice was raspy.

  “Is that a bad thing?” I asked, snorting. I tended to find everything hilarious when I drank too much. And I had definitely had more than enough booze.

  “Kiss me like a dude. Stop being careful with me.”

  That damn giggle hit me again, and once it passed, I said, “Fine.” I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, opening my mouth under his. He pushed his tongue between my lips and a zing of lust rattled through me like a circuit board shorting out from electrical overload. Why did this seem ten times hotter than usual? Was it because I thought it was wrong? Was it the forbidden fruit syndrome?

  He gave a little whimper and slowed down, taking his time exploring the inside of my mouth. His tongue was rough, and he smelled like bourbon and ginger cardamom cologne, both expensive if I knew my good friend, Malcolm. He had a hard-on same as me. Maybe it was just something about friction, and flesh touching flesh, that had us turned on. But I had to admit, the hard muscles of his thighs pressing into mine made my skin prickle with arousal.

  When he lifted his head, he cupped my balls through my jeans and I groaned at how good it felt. The look in his eyes was borderline scary. “That’s more like it.” His tone was gritty. I wondered if the girls he was with ever got intimidated by the sheer force of his passion.

  “You’re intense, dude.” I licked my throbbing lips, feeling unsettled by how into him I was.

  “What do you think?” I couldn’t read his expression.

  “About what?” I asked.

  “Do you just want to stop at kissing?” He was staring at my mouth, and lust radiated off of him in waves.

  Kissing was all I’d expected. This was just a little tipsy experiment. I’d made a joke about not needing girls when we had each other. Mostly I’d been kidding, although there had been a hint of truth. Malcolm was my best friend. I almost never wanted to spend time with anyone but him. But after that kiss we’d just shared I was feeling a little more for my good pal than just friendship. My cock felt like it was in knots inside my underwear. I was turned on and confused. “Kissing was your idea. I don’t know what the hell we’re doing.”

  His dark gaze was bright and lurid. “I’d like to get off.”

  “The elevator?”

  He rolled his eyes. “No. I mean I want more than just a kiss.”

  My pulse bumped at his obvious need. “Give me details, dude. What does that mean?”

  Blinking, and looking confused, he said, “I think I’d like to suck you.”

  Heat flooded my cheeks, but my dick twitched in response. The thought of him taking my cock in his mouth had my knees weak. What the fuck was wrong with me? Shouldn’t I be pushing him away and telling him to back off?

  “You…you want to what?” I asked unsteadily.

  “I know. I get it. This is kind of out of the blue. But I’m curious for some reason.”

  “That’s…um…surprising.”

  Smirking, he squeezed my swollen cock. “Don’t be coy. You’re as turned on as me, C.”

  I shut my eyes and nodded because his big hand on my crotch felt amazing. He wasn’t tentative like some girls were, maybe because he owned the equipment already. “I’ve never done that with a dude.”

  “Yeah. I know. Me either.”

  Sighing, I mumbled, “I’m not sure, man.”

  His touch changed slightly. He began massaging me with a little more finesse, and I grabbed his shoulders in case my legs gave out. “You’re as hard as a stalagmite. I know you like me touching you.”

  Nodding, I moaned, “Aww, fuck. Yeah, that…that’s nice.”

  “Look, I need to get off. I don’t want to have to get engaged to one of those girls down in the bar to do it.” His tone was coaxing. “What’s the big deal? We’ve both had random chicks give us BJ’s, right? This will be just like that.”

  “Yeah, only you’re my best friend. And you’re a dude. I don’t want it to get weird between us.”

  “Never. We’re buddies for life, C.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Come on. My balls are gonna explode.” He grinned.

  That made me laugh again. “Shit. I just came to this convention to buy some new fishing lures. Not to turn gay.”

  He punched my shoulder. “We’re not gay.”

  “Nah. We’re just two friends who want to suck each other’s dicks.” I snorted. “That sounds fucking gay to me.”

  “Never mind. If you’re gonna be all freaked out forget about the whole thing.” He crossed his arms and sighed.

  I didn’t want him mad at me. The very idea of that had my stomach churning. And I wasn’t opposed to his idea either. My throbbing crotch could attest to that fact. I was just nervous. “I don’t want to fuck up our friendship.”

  He met my gaze, and his softened. “It won’t, C. You’re my favorite person in the world. That’s never gonna change.”

  “Promise.”

  His smile was sweet and he moved up close to me again. “Of course.” His warm gaze was sincere.

  My chest tightened with affection. “God. This is nuts.”

  “I know.” He fondled my erection.

  Even as I pushed my crotch against his seeking fingers, I whispered, “We could just jerk off together.”

  Frowning, he pulled me even closer. “I want more than my own hand right now.”

  Yeah. I got that. The longer he stroked me the more I knew exactly what he meant. I needed more too.

  “What do you say? Are we gonna do this, or what?” He sounded borderline guarded, but he was still touching my dick as if it were a slot machine and he was hoping for a payout.


  Swallowing nervously, I nodded. “I…I guess.” I was excited and terrified all at the same time. “My room or yours?”

  “Mine is cleaner.”

  I knew that was true. Malcolm was a neat freak while I, well, wasn’t. “Okay.”

  “Thank God.” He left me to go to the keypad and he punched in his floor number. “I’m about to come in my pants.”

  “Me too.” I hadn’t been this aroused in months. Maybe longer. I couldn’t remember exactly, and four Long Island Ice Teas weren’t helping my memory any.

  He returned to me and captured my lips again and I didn’t have another rational thought until the door dinged, signaling our arrival at his floor. We stumbled out of the elevator and down the hall, laughing and bumping into each other clumsily. He slid his key card in the lock and we were in his room. Sure enough his room was spotless, and it smelled like his spicy cologne.

  He stripped first and my stomach rolled with excitement mixed with nerves. He had a nice body with a defined six-pack and bulging biceps. I’d noticed that many a time in the shower and when we shared rooms on trips. But it had never occurred to me I might want to touch his body until today. I started to pull my shirt off over my head and it got stuck halfway.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, the words muffled by the cotton material. “I’m stuck.”

  Malcolm’s familiar, husky chuckle found my ears. “Let me help.” He unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it off, leaving me bare-chested. I crossed my arms, feeling self-conscious. I’d undressed in front of him plenty, but today it was different. His nostrils flared at the sight of my pecs and he tentatively touched one of my nipples. It beaded as he stroked and caressed me with his fingers, and I gave a soft groan as arousal rose in my gut.

  He grabbed my belt and pulled me in for another wet, hot, tongue-filled kiss. When he lifted his head, he was breathing heavily. “This is just cuz we need to get off,” he insisted. “It’s no biggie. We’re just using each other’s bodies.”

  I nodded, my head fuzzy with need. “Yeah.”

  With a growl he undid my pants and pushed me back on the bed. Then he tugged them off of me, leaving me in just my white briefs. He peeled off his black silk underwear and covered my body with his. His coarse skin and the prickle of his leg hairs were different from the silky flesh of a woman. It was so weird having him on top of me—weird in a good way. He was heavy, and he handled me roughly. I was oddly turned on by how he tried to control me and use me for his pleasure.

  “I’m not going to be able to do much with my underwear on,” I whispered.

  “Oh, yeah.” He rolled off of me and I ditched the offending cotton barrier. The cool air hit my exposed dick, and I sighed as Malcolm closed his fingers around me. My cock ached to be touched, and he obliged, squeezing and swiping his thumb over the seeping head.

  “This is a nice handful,” he muttered, squeezing my cock soundly.

  I writhed as he stroked me, trying not to make too much noise. I didn’t like to be loud during sex. It embarrassed me to show how much I needed something. I’d always been weird like that about showing my feelings. But it felt so fucking amazing to have his rough, big hands tugging at my shaft. I lifted my head and stared at him through blurry eyes. A lock of dark hair fell over his forehead, and he was focused intently on fondling my cock.

  I don’t know why but all of a sudden I got worried again. I became really scared that what we were doing would fuck up our friendship. We’d been close all our lives, and the idea that this incident would screw that up had me breaking out in a cold sweat.

  “Hey, Malc. This changes nothing, right?”

  He looked up and his dark gaze softened. His smile was warm with little dimples deep in his cheeks. “Nah. I told you, you’re my best bud. Always will be.” He no sooner finished speaking than he swallowed the head of my cock.

  I arched my back as a gasp broke from my lips. “Shit.” My fingers rested lightly in his silky hair as he sucked me deep into his throat. Pleasure shot through my body, tingling along my spine. Holy crap, how gay was that? I’d never tingled in my life. But Malcolm’s tight lips on my dick had my entire body jangling like the tooth fairy was banging her wand on my head.

  He whimpered and made noises as if he’d never enjoyed having something in his mouth so much. It was a turn on, and while I felt obligated as a straight man to think of a girl at this moment, I couldn’t get the hard, muscled image of my best friend out of my head. I was shocked when the idea of fucking him sprang to mind. Would it be like fucking a girl? My dick jerked just thinking about sinking into his ass. Holy fuck. If he spread his legs right now and asked for it, I would fuck him. I wanted to make him beg for it. I wanted to watch him come as I thrust into his hole like a jackhammer.

  Awwww, fuck.

  My orgasm hit me so hard and so fast I didn’t even have time to warn Malcolm. But the image of him squirming under me with my dick buried in his body had me flailing over the edge. Malcolm was still sucking me hard when I let loose, and he grunted as cum filled his mouth, but instead of breaking off in disgust he pushed tighter and swallowed. Oh my God that was hot. I bucked my hips as my best friend swallowed every last drop of my release like he’d never relished anything so much as the taste of my cream.

  Breathing hard, I lay like a rag doll as he licked and slurped at my cock. He hadn’t come yet, and while I felt a little guilty, I was still in a blurry daze of my climax. Once my dick was limp he left it and moved to lie beside me, on his side, facing me. I met his gaze and his eyes were still bright with need. He didn’t look weirded out by what had just happened at all.

  “You taste delicious,” he said, a wide grin splitting his face.

  My God. My best friend just swallowed my cum.

  I rubbed my eyes, a nudge of embarrassment creeping up my hot cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was that close.”

  He made an impatient sound and leaned into me, covering my mouth with his. I could taste the bitterness of my release, and my gut twirled with the feel of his tongue dipping between my lips. He lifted his head. “I loved it.”

  “Yeah?” I asked, feeling shy like a nerdy kid around the school jock. Our friendship had always been a kind of strange partnership. Malcolm had been popular in school with lots of friends, and all the teachers had loved him. Me, I’d been quiet and withdrawn. I’d often wondered if we’d even have been friends if we hadn’t lived next door to each other.

  His cock was still fully erect and seeping against my thigh. I knew he needed release, but he was being so patient and sweet about asking. It made my chest swell with a familiar affection. “Let…let me suck you now.”

  He hesitated, even though I could see the excitement flare in his gaze at my suggestion. He ran his rough hand over my abs, and I flinched because it tickled. He smiled tentatively and met my gaze. He had the longest lashes of any guy I’d ever known, and he watched me intently with his chocolate-brown eyes. “You sure?”

  I nodded and sat up. “Lie down.”

  Obliging with a little grunt, he hissed when I took him deep. I’d never had another man’s dick in my mouth. It was weird but oddly arousing to hold his hard flesh between my lips. I stroked his prickly balls, cupping their heavy weight in my palm as I deepened the suction. He smelled clean, musky, and all male. I felt out of my element but driven to please him. I thought about what I liked and tried to do that to him.

  At some point it became different. It was no longer just about doing things right technically. I started to get into it more. Listening to his gasps of pleasure and whispers of encouragement when things felt really good for him sent me into a different zone. I wanted to give him the best BJ he’d ever had. Fuck all the girls in the past. He was mine tonight. What we did with each other would be our little secret.

  “Oh God, Carrick,” he moaned, clutching handfuls of my hair and thrusting lightly. He never used my full name, so it took me by surprise for a second. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  I
froze at his words, uncertain if he was just saying shit or if he meant that. He’d wanted this for so long? I started sucking again so he wouldn’t notice anything was wrong. It was probably just dirty talk. After all, one would hope if you were going to let your buddy suck your dick, you wanted it, right? That was most likely all he meant.

  I tried to shut my brain off and just feel. No easy task for me and my neurotic, rattled mind. I began to enjoy the sensation of his plump cock sliding in my mouth, down my throat. His moans became more frantic, and his thrusting intensified. He was close, and though I was scared, I wanted to taste him, just like he had me. Clamping down tight as I felt his dick jerk, a hot rush of fluid flooded my throat. I almost choked. There was so much and I hadn’t expected that. He tasted salty and bitter but it wasn’t unpleasant. He whimpered my name and bucked his hips through his climax, panting and squirming. Once his cock was limp I let go and wiped my mouth. Then I moved to lie on my back, trying to catch my breath as I stared at the ceiling.

  I’ve wanted this for so long.

  I couldn’t seem to get that statement out of my brain. He’d never given any indication he wanted anything sexual with me before. Or any other guy for that matter. It was no doubt just sex talk, and yet the idea that he’d been lusting for me filled me with a strange, buzzing excitement.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I turned my head and found him facing me, a line between his brows as if he was worried about something. “Don’t take my silence as a bad thing,” I said.

  “Okay.” He nudged my elbow with his warm fingers. “This is our secret. I won’t tell a soul.”

  I swallowed loudly, hoping he really meant what he was saying. Our buddies back at the precinct would never let us live this down. “We were horny and the girls in the bar didn’t want casual sex. We did what we had to do,” I said, then gave a weak laugh.