Simply Curious (Straight to Gay: Best Friends)

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By the time I opened my eyes again, my mind had recovered somewhat from the daze, though that didn't help with the disorientation of a warm body on top of me, an arm slung around my waist. Yeah, I didn't exactly wake up like this often.

Mateo stiffened above me. "You awake?" He asked quietly.

I didn't say a word, but after a moment Mateo was rolling off of me anyway.

He was still naked. Of course he was. Dick, now soft between his legs.

"Fuck," I said.

We'd really just fucked. I'd fucked my best friend. Let him fuck me.

"Yeah," Mateo laughed, though it sounded a little strained.

"'Time is it?" I slurred. Voice not quite recovered from the many sounds Mateo had fucked out of me last night.

"You weren't out for that long," He said, "maybe twenty minutes? Half an hour?"

So Mateo had stayed there, cuddled up to me for that long. Something warm bloomed low, and I could feel my whole body tingle with some kind of stupid light, airy feeling. I slapped a hand over my face, my eyes. Fuck what was I doing? And exactly how much had I let myself go? He'd made me

"Hey, shit. Sorry if I—I didn't know if I shoulda gone or what." Mateo said hesitantly. I peeked through the gaps in my fingers, and he was sat up now, looking all kinds of awkward, all stiff limbs.

Was this how it was going to be? Was he already regretting it? Maybe this was just some heat-of-the-moment thing friends did sometimes. Sure didn't feel like it.

I knew deep down, the only reason I liked it so much, that it felt so good, was because it was Mateo inside of me, making me feel all kinds of new ways I'd never felt before. The guy I'd known for years, always by my side. He was like that. Showing me new things since the moment I met him.

If this was something he wanted to forget...

A sick feeling churned in my gut.

The longer the silence stretched, the more antsy Mateo looked, rubbing the back of his neck, worrying at his lip. And then he looked off to the side, one leg coming to the floor, and I could feel him slipping away, he sucked in a breath, about to say something—

I reached up and grabbed Mateo by the forearm. He turned and looked back at me, our faces getting close together. I stared into honey-gold eyes for a breath, for two. And then I dragged him in.

Mateo immediately sunk into the kiss, the warm skin of his body melding with mine, all his weight pressing in. It was slow and soft, nothing like the wet frenzied kissing from earlier. Yet it warmed me up, made me feel all kinds of fluttery. He held my hip and rubbed into my skin there with his thumb. He was still into this. Even after cumming. Good .

The kissing had me shifting positions, and at that, I felt something warm and wet trickle outside of me.

When Mateo pulled back slowly, his eyes were hazy, looking down at me with a soft expression.

"Did you come inside me?" It slipped out.

"Fuck dude," Mateo choked, that expression turning all blotchy red with wide eyes. "Y-yeah, I mean, you had me in like a fucking vice lock round my waist where else was I 'sposed to," He said, almost defensive, like I was about to fight him on it.

I laughed and kissed him again.

"I ain't sleeping like this, c'mon." I pushed Mateo off of me, till he leaned back, if reluctant to get out of my space.

We stumbled to the shower, and if wobbly legs had me leaning on Mateo a little, he didn't say a thing about it.

No, this wouldn't be forgotten. I wouldn't let Mateo forget. Not that he seemed to want to. Coming willingly, sticking close. The way his dick had perked up again just from the kissing. This would absolutely happen again, I'd make sure of it.