Collapsing down onto the mattress, I roll swiftly onto my back. My arm flops up over my head as my chest heaves from carnal exertion. A dopey smile mars my face, my cock softening now that game time is over.
Definitely the best way to wake up. My eyes shut out the world, a contented hum coming from my throat.
“Samesies,” I chuckle at the childish phrasing, and lift my other arm, offering a place at my side for Wade to snuggle in. As usual, my first hint that he took my offer was the ends of his long black and red mohawk tickling my chest while he slowly gets into position before settling down. He throws a leg between mine and an arm low on my hips, his thumb drawing small circles on my skin.
“So, the ban on cuddling is officially dead?” My best friend of ten years asks quietly.
“Is cuddling something you need?” My question hangs in the air for a short time as Wade ponders his answer before nodding. “Then yeah--the ban is dead.”
“What changed your mind?”
“It’s--” I sigh. “It’s dickish to be getting everything I need out of this, and leave you hanging at fifty percent, ya know? It doesn’t make me any more gay to cuddle you, I mean I’m fucking you on the regs so...can’t top that anyway.”
Wade’s stubble covered cheek scratches my chest as he smiles, laughing under his breath.
“Well, no matter what the reason, I appreciate the outcome,” his short manicured nails drag across my lower abdomen, making me shiver. There, as much as I would love a second go, was no time for more sex.
My nerdy older brother is coming home for a few weeks, and for some reason, my mother thinks that we’re going to want to spend uninterrupted family time for just as long. Today is an exception because it’s band practice, and I hate missing that.
I just told mom that Mikael could come sit in if he wanted to hang out, and that seemed to appease her need for family togetherness for the day. I just hope if he took me up on the offer that he doesn’t bring the mood down with his nerd school stuff.
Today, band practice’s main goal is not to actually rehearse, no--we have that down from all the practice we’ve been doing every Saturday since Freshman year in high school. No, this is about impressing a girl.
If Mikael fucks it up, I swear...
“You’re clenching your jaw, big guy,” Wade points out my most common stress sign and pats my chest before pushing himself up to start getting dressed.
“Wait? Cuddle meter filled?”
“No, but laying on you started feeling like lying on a rock with all that...testosterone alpha male...mess you’ve got going on.” He says gesturing to me in general. “It’s fine, you’ll make it up to me later.”
Well he’s not wrong.
I get up, leaving Wade to do what he’s got to do to feel ready for breakfast and set-up. I’m giving myself a whore bath with baby wipes since i don’t have the time to shower. I’ve tried showering with Wade here, and it’s not as productive as I would hope.
Wade walks into my private bath, moving behind me to use the restroom as I’m leaving. The two of us flow around each other perfectly at this point. We’ve been best friends since we were ten years old and Wade’s family moved to Langdale. Being around him is second nature at this point.
If I’m not at work, I’m with Walker and Wade. If Walker’s with his girl, Roxie, it’s still Wade and myself fighting boredom together like it has been since forever. Didn’t even think about changing the status-quo when Wade showed up at my garage at four in the morning in the middle of a downpour to confess his feelings for me.
The light for my small walk-in closet flickers to life to illuminate the room full of dark clothing, and shoes. I grab a pair of ripped jeans, and one of my many battle vests for the day’s outfit. It happens to be the same vest that Wade had sobbed into because he was so terrified to tell me that he liked me.
He thought after eight years of being best friends that I didn’t know he was gay? If anything that was the only thing that did upset me that night. Somehow, somewhere along the line, I made it feel unsafe to come to me about anything.
I just always knew, and I never cared.
Walking out into the bedroom, I toss my clothes on the bed after Wade passes, heading for his backpack.
“Sentimental today, are we?” He asks with a hopeful lilt to his voice.
“Shaddup,” I grin and push his arm. Wade wobbles giving me the chance to grab my underwear and pants. One of us needed clothes on, stat.
“Make me,” Wade’s fake sneer makes his face look wrong. Unfriendly.
“Do not try and brat me at nine in the morning.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so,” my eyes slide over to catch Wade go from slight amusement to ‘cat-that-ate-the-canary’.
Don’t do it.
“Okay, daddy,” Wade chirps, pulling up his pants.
My head which was dropped to navigate putting on my own clothes, lifts slowly, making a show of the restraint and care I’m taking in my movements. I pull the zipper of my fly up, and button my jeans as languid as I can manage.
The entire time I’m pondering the what where and when of his punishment, Wade is staring, eyes wide as saucers. I can see his blood pulsing underneath the skin of his neck as the adrenaline rush he provoked thrums through him.
Wade stays still like he’s convinced my vision is based off movement--until I crack my neck out of nowhere. The pop sends Wade scrambling for my bedroom door, but his socks on the hardwood slows him down enough that i can sling a trunk-like arm around his waist and pull him back against my body.
My one arm around his waist would have been enough to keep Wade in check, but I’m feeling a bit extra.
My cock presses into Wade’s back provoking a deep growl from my chest that vibrates through me and into Wade. My lips brush the ridges of his ear, my hot breath cascades over his neck earning me a shudder and the gasp I’ve been waiting for.
At the height of his inhale, I make my move and grip his throat. There’s just enough pressure on the sides to make him feel the air moving to and from his lungs.
“You wanna fucking test me, Wade?” I grit out against his ear.
“No, sir--”
“Ah, ah--you wanted ‘daddy’ you got him,” I remind Wade who is absolutely vibrating with excitement. To sate my own curiosity, I delve my hand below his belt line and grasp the growing hard on in his pants. My thumb rubs over the bulge, knowing the terrain well. Knowing that he was this turned on, in addition to him using my kink against me, I had half a mind to go take that shower and fuck him against the tile wall.
My house is massive, but I don’t want to chance Walker hearing Wade moan ‘daddy’ while we’re in my room. I’d never hear the end of it.
“Please,” Wade’s strangled whisper goes straight to my dick. The absolute desire in his voice for me is something I don’t ever think I’ll ever get used to. It’s still just as palpable as the first time he begged me for physical attention.
“You think I should reward you? For what, exactly?”
“For always being there for you when you need me?”
“Is that a question?” I smirk. “Are you sure that’s your final answer?”
Silently squirming under my touch, Wade whines and tries to turn his head to kiss me, but my grip on his neck keeps him just out of range.
“Killian!” He whines louder.
I clear my throat and wait for the correct address.
“Daddy,” Wade exclaims. “Daddy, please!”
His breath hitches as I slowly begin to rub his cock as best i can with my hand down his pants, and he tries his hardest to push against me to up the friction. I let him, because the more worked up he is, the better my punishment will work.
“Hows this?”
“It’s so good,” Wade moans.
“Cool,” I smirk and kiss his cheek. “Because I want you to remember how this feels, because this is all you get.”
“Wha--”
With a small chuckle I pull away, releasing his dick and lightly shoving his shoulder like I’ve done to him since we both watched Jackass and began expressing our affection via violence.
“No,” Wade gasps, turning to me absolutely aghast that I’m pulling this move.
“Oh yeah,” I wink at him before I grab my battle vest and slide it on, settling the worn denim over my chest. “You’re going to be blue ballin’ it until tonight.”
“Cruel and unusual punishment? The audacity.” Wade pouts as he tries to re-settle his jeans to get more comfortable.
“Someone should have listened,” my chiding tone makes Wade wrinkle his nose.
“And what about breakfast? I can’t sit across from Babs with a hard on!”
“Again--not my fault, dude.”
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I put it in my back pocket and head for the door still with my hair messy from sex and sleep. Good thing it just added to the smudged and smeared eyeliner I had on.
“This means war, Nightbrook,” Wade calls out right as my door opens to reveal Roxie Rae Salgado, my twin’s girlfriend. I can hear Wade scrambling to hide his condition from prying eyes, but I know for a fact it’s too late when one of Roxie’s perfectly groomed eyebrows arches a bit higher than usual.
“He okay?”
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