Releasing Tension

The only thing better than a Friday night at the movies is probably a Friday night in with movies.

You know, favourite sweatpants, all the best snacks and your best friend, cozied up on the couch to binge any movie you want, in the comfort of your own home. And god, my house is so comfy… this couch is so comfy. And it’s been such a long week.

We’re supposed to do a movie marathon of all these cheesy horror films we’ve talked about since the last time we were able to do this, but I’m so relaxed being here like this, I could just doze off…. I don’t even think he’d notice.

“Oooh, what about this one? Says it’s just like the one we watched last week and you loved that– ”

“Are you paying attention? Are you even awake? I can’t even see your face in that cocoon you’ve made.””

I guess he did notice. But it’s not my fault he’s so easy to be around and I love my couch so much. It’s been such a long week and this cocoon really is just right.

“I’m awake… mostly.”

“But you promised me a movie night and we’re not even two movies in! You can’t fall asleep on me yet.”

“Okay okay, fine. Here, maybe I just need to be a little less cosy, I’ll sit on the floor for a bit. Also, not my fault you’re taking 17 years to pick out a movie. ”

“Okay, rude. Is that better? ”

“Hmmm, almost… I just need one more thing. The remote. You’ve now lost your searching privileges, my turn. Hey, give it! Come on… Thank you. Okay, let’s see… ”

There are so many shows on my list to watch but none of these are what we’re looking for.

“Hmm, what do you think of this one? It’s new I think?”

Honestly, I have no idea if it’s new. I don't think I’ve watched a single new thing in the last 3 years… but it looks interesting enough.

“That’s a show, and I haven’t seen the seasons before this one… or did you want to start from the beginning and binge the entire like, five seasons or whatever it is?”

He looks excited at the idea of watching the entire show… that’s cute.

“I mean, we definitely can. It says here it’s 6 seasons so maybe not all tonight, but we definitely can”

“Let’s see, I think it started… a while ago now. Oooh and the IMDB reviews are pretty good… Should we start all the way back at the beginning which I think is... This one. ”

“You alright down there? I thought you liked sitting on the floor… you’ve been adamantly saying so for the last five years.”

Well, he’s got me there.

“And I do! I love sitting on the floor but– ugh. I don’t know, I’m just sore lately. My hips hurt, and my back… and right here? What even is this muscle? I just can’t get comfortable.”

“Honestly, I was wondering when this would catch up with you. You bend yourself like a pretzel in the most uncomfortable places you can find. I’m not surprised your body is finally objecting.”

The way he knows me always sneaks up on me, surprising me and filling me with joy at being seen and annoyance at his astute awareness of my bad habits at the same time.

“Excuse me, sir, I invited you over for a friendly movie night and you’re being aggressively accurate right now. Please lie to me and tell me what I want to hear, like a real friend would.”

“And what’s that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe something like... Of course, you’re uncomfortable, carrying the weight of being the absolute coolest friend I’ve ever had on your shoulders, here, let me rub them for you. ”

“Oh!”

“These shoulders? You want me to rub them like this?”

I’m actually speechless, because there’s no version of this scenario where I thought he’d take me seriously…

But god, his hands feel incredible as he finds the knots at the curve of my shoulder and begins to work them diligently.

“Something like that… god, you’re good at this.”

His fingers dance over my skin, up my neck until they’re kneading into my hairline and I don’t know what to do with myself.

“So what did you want to watch? Was it… click left… wait no, go back… yeah, that was it wasn’t it? ”

He’s talking like this is all totally normal, as if it’s not utterly weird to have his hands in my hair, moving down my neck and shoulders, working my tight muscles like he does this every day.

I’d stop him, but honestly, I don’t want to. So instead, I click where he’s telling me. My fingers move across the controller on autopilot, and I’m relieved I could do this in my sleep because I can’t focus on anything except the delicate, diligent feel of his hands working the tension out of my neck.

“Are you even looking at the TV?”

I should probably lie but…

“Nope. Just focusing on how good this massage feels, to be honest.”

“You said your back’s sore? And your hips? Come back up here and I can do those too. ”

My eyes snap open, even though I didn’t realize I’d closed them, and I look at him suspiciously.

“It’s an offer, not a threat. Why are you being so weird about this? ”

“Why are you being so weird about this?”

I’m being childish, I know, but I don’t actually know what else to do because the way he’s touching me doesn’t just feel nice. As his fingers worked into the base of my skull, the warm relaxation began to feel a little warmer, a little heavier…

And even as I’m thinking it, his fingers move to cup my jaw, carefully beginning to massage circles into the curve of my cheek.

“Does that feel good?”

I can’t meet his eyes.

“Mhm.”

“Youve been running that mouth too much, need to give it a break, work some of the tension out of it, hm?”

“Shut up, don’t ruin it.”

“Oh, what was that? You want me to stop? ”

“No no, you can keep going. Just, be less annoying when you’re working your magic, yeah?”

I don’t even need to look to know he’s arched a brow at me, challenging and a little condescending. Except when I do open my eyes and look, I don’t find it condescending at all. He just looks… hot.

And maybe it’s the feel of his skilled fingers on my suddenly overheated skin, or the endorphins of the massage, but I’m looking at him differently now. It’s like I’ve never seen him before. Not until now, not like this.

His massaging fingers slow, before they still and he’s just cupping my face.

“You know, if you keep making those little sounds when I touch you like this, I might get the wrong idea… ‘cause it sounds like you might be enjoying this…”

We watch each other as I try to clear my head enough to think about what I want to do next, what I should say.

I know I should tell him that I don’t, that I’m just tense. That my muscles just appreciate the attention. But that wouldn’t be the truth.

No, the truth is that I appreciate the attention… his attention, and it’s turning me on, the way he’s looking at me while he touches me.

Maybe I’m touch starved or, maybe I’ve just missed what was in front of me…

“Maybe I want you to get that idea.”

He looks surprised, but only briefly. Then a flicker of excitement crosses his face.

“I thought you wanted to have a movie night?”

“Maybe I changed my mind.”

“Maybe you changed your mind?”

He’s no longer massaging me, but his firm grip on my jaw keeps my eyes trained on his. It turns me on. But it also makes me feel defiant too.

“Yep, maybe”

“Hm, then maybe I should let go… I could make you feel so good, as good as you want me to… but maybe I should lean back and stop touching you. Because I may be many things, but I need an enthusiastic yes for all of them.”

The sudden loss of his hand from my jaw as he settles back into the comfort of my couch is jarring, and I lean forward without meaning to, chasing his touch.

It’s weird, the way things changed so quickly. The way we’ve gone from friends hanging out to… whatever is happening right now. But his hands on my skin unlocked something in me and I don’t know how I’ll ever put it back, especially as he stares at me, an open invitation and challenge enticing me.

“But if a yes is what you want to give me, then… come here, and I can relax all those sore muscles for you.”

It should sound cheesy but without deciding to, I’m moving, crawling onto the couch, into his space.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes”

I don’t know what’s gotten into me as I crawl closer, moving until our faces are just inches apart as his hands come down on my shoulders again.

“Yes?”

“Yes, you can help me. Yes, I’ve changed my mind… yes, make me feel good. Yes.”

“That’s more like it.”

His lips hover over mine as his fingers begin to work my neck and shoulders again. He’s not crossing this line… he’s very intentionally leaving that choice to me. So far, nothing more has happened than a bit of flirting and innocent touching… but I want more. And I can’t resist leaning forward to kiss him.

Somehow, I’m straddling his lap and I can feel how hard he is where his cock presses between my thighs. I’ve never thought about his cock before… but now all I want is to see it, to feel it…

We’re both dressed casually, in sweatpants and it does little to hide the heat building between us.

All it took was a few kisses and a light massage to have me writhing against him like a cat in heat, movie night forgotten as I—

“Feel good?”

“Mm, yes... Your hands... Your lips… god… you feel so good. Making me curious about some other things, too… ”

“Do you want to find out?”

His dick throbs between my legs as I rock my hips when he kisses a particularly sensitive spot on my neck… and yeah, I really do want to find out.

I lean back a little and- The pressure of him rubs against me where I’m already so wet and wanting and I almost forget that what I really want is to take my top off…

“Oh wow, you’re…. How did I not know you looked like this?”

“The big hoodies?”

“Five years of friendship and I could have been sucking on these perfect tits that whole time? Unbelievable.”

“Had no idea you’d feel that way or maybe I’d have shown you before…”

It feels so good, and I’m not sure if it’s the whiplash of how fast this is happening or how perfect his mouth is on my sensitive nipple but pleasure ripples through me from every place he touches.

Even as he licks and nips at the tip of my breast, he continues to knead my shoulders, my back, his hands moving down my spine in languid circles that are at odds with the tormenting pace of his mouth on me.

“I can’t believe we’ve never… God, you’re so beautiful, you make the most perfect sounds. How have we never done this before?”

He’s saying all the things I’m thinking, the things that break the loop of begging for more in my thoughts as every new touch gives me zings of pleasure that shoot down my spine to curl, low and heavy between my thighs.

“I don’t know, but I’m glad we are now… mm, do that again.”

“I don’t think I will. Having you on my lap like this is dangerous when I want this to last. I promised to make you feel good after all, didn’t I?”

“Yep, you did.”

“Then lay back, and let me show you how good a full body massage can feel.”

He wastes no time once I’m lying back and the feel of his hands as he grips my hips, lifting me so he can tug my sweatpants down.

His hungry gaze trails over my naked body, from the curve of my hips to the softness of my belly, before stopping and drinking in the sight of my bare pussy, already wet and swollen with need.

Mmmm…

His hands work into the tight muscles along my spine, kneading my low back in slow, almost chaste circles that leave me feeling a little let down after that build up…

But they really are magic as he begins to loosen the knots I didn’t know I had there…

“Does that feel good? Do you like my hands on you, giving you what you need like this?”

I can’t deny it, but as his touch dips lower and he begins to massage my ass, I don’t even want to.

“Yes, god, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”

“You carry a lot of tension here? Need some extra special attention here or…”

“Do you need my hands somewhere else? Like here?”

His massaging hands move lower, down the curve of my ass until he can part my thighs and brush his knuckles over my pussy lips and-

“Right there. Yes. That’s exactly where I need your help.”

“Tell me what you need, then.”

“I need you to… massage me, just like you were, right there…”

I’m trying to be coy, but my hips jerk as he does what I say and I can’t deny how good it feels when he gives me exactly what I’m asking for.

“Already so wet… is this all for me?”

“Yes…”

“That feels so good, so… god, yes.”

“Look at you, writhing for me while I fuck you with my fingers… you’re so wet, so needy. You can’t even hold still.”

I can’t deny it, as my hips rock in time with his circles around my clit.

“Yes, all for you. So good, don’t stop…. please”

“Please what?”

“More.. please, don’t stop.. I need more.”

“Mmm, more? You want another finger? For me to fill you up like this?”

He’s hitting all the right spots, massaging my pussy like a fucking expert and I can’t stop the way my hips grind into his hand with every moan.

“Please”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, fuck, please.. I need… more. Please fuck me. I need to feel your cock, filling me…”

“You want me to fuck you? To stop using my fingers on this sweet pussy and... What? Tell me what you want instead.”

“Your cock. I want you to fill me with your cock. Make me… fuck me, fill me. Please, use me.”

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, I just know I might lose it if he doesn’t fuck me.

“This one?”

I feel him then, his bare cock smacking my ass cheeks as the sound of it fills the room along with the slick sounds of my pussy as he fucks me with his fingers.

It’s filthy, and it makes me even more desperate.

“Yes, please... I need it, please… please, please. Use me, I need you.”

“Mmm, that’s so hot. Spread your legs.”

I do as he asks and he lifts my hips, nudging my knees apart until—

“No, more… touch me, touch me please… I need you.”

“Such a desperate little thing, aren’t you? Patience, I’m just…”

“Getting us both ready for me to ruin that sweet pussy. Take a deep breath for me, okay?”

He pushes in hard, filling me in one long thrust as my pussy throbs and contracts around him.

My hips grind of their own accord, seeking any friction for my desperately needy clit as he fills me, hard and fast.

He’s holding my hips, gripping me with bruising strength and fucking me like he was made to do it.

I know I won’t last long like this and from the sounds he’s making, neither will he.

“That's it. Take it. Yeah, take it all. Let me take care of you. Come on. Look back at me. Good girl, good… Are you too sensitive? Yeah? How bad do you need this? You need to cum for me?”

“More.. more… yes, like that, harder, please, yes. So good. I need it, I need to— ”

His hips slap off my ass, filling the room with slick sounds as his hand runs up my back before tightening in my hair at the base of my skull.

“You like it rough, like this?”

“Yes, I like it rough… rougher. I want more.”

His grip on my hair tightens and I feel him throb inside me as he fucks me, pulling my hair with every thrust. It makes me desperate and my need is climbing with every slap of his body against mine.

I’m so close now, so desperate that I can’t even make words as I feel the slick of his sweat and the raw, primal feel of his moans as he continues to pound me into the couch.

“I’m gonna... Yes, please, please, right there... I’m going to cum all over your cock, please, please make me…”

I don’t know how we got here but I never want this to end. When it does end, I need to do it again, and again… oh my god…

I can’t, oh god, it feels so good…

“That’s it baby, just like that, cum on this cock, Cum now. Cum for me.”

Hearing him call me baby is what does it, I can’t hold back anymore, I can’t stop this—

“Oh fuck, that’s… you’re so good, I can’t hold out.”

“Cum for me, baby… come on, you can, you can… Cum for me… ”

His thrusts pick up and he–

The feel of his orgasm, so close to mine, sets me off and I’m shocked when I cum hard, again.

“Oh my god, oh, shit… Fuck, I— Oh my god…”

“You good?”

“Yeah. That was…”

“Yeah…”

“Mmmm, well, I’m definitely relaxed now”

“Are you… laughing?”

“Yes, oh god, I don’t even know why. Sorry. ”

“Why?”

“I just… I genuinely feel like a girl with a crush, this is just so silly—”

“I kinda like seeing you blush. But it’s a little weird that you’re laughing about it while I’m still inside you”

“Yes, sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Brat. I should have fucked you harder… teach you some manners.”

“Next time?”