Take the Lead

“Oh my god, you said you needed help moving a couple of things, not your whole apartment.”

“Okay, one, you’re fine. It’s literally not that heavy. And two, you owe me so many favors.”

“For what?!”

“Left, left, left… couple more inches…”

“Well, there was last week when you needed me to pick you up downtown on a Saturday night. That time three weeks ago when you asked to borrow my membership card for the gym so you could take your Grindr date to the sauna. Then there was that time—”

“Okay, okay, I get it! Where do you want this stupid thing, anyway?”

“Here is fine.”

“Okay, we good now?”

I might pretend to be annoyed you asked me to help you out today, but I’m really not. I’m actually really glad I’m finally getting some alone time with you.

We only ever really hang out in groups. At bars. At brunch after yoga. At shows.

I’ve been wanting to, like, ask you out or something, but every time I think about doing it I back out at the last minute. Maybe today I’ll finally—

“I’m gonna grab a sparkling water, you want one?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

Yeah, maybe… Maybe right now. You know what? Why the hell not? I mean, when is there going to be a better time?

We’re alone, sweaty from moving all of your furniture around, and if you shoot me down… well, I’ll just… go crawl into a hole and try not to die of embarrassment.

“Okay…”

“Oh shit, oh my god! I’m so sorry! ”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Seriously, I’m fine.”

“That was totally my fault. Ugh, god, your shirt is soaked. Here, come here. Let me get you another shirt.”

You lead me into your bedroom which, I’m just realizing, I’ve never been in before. How is that even possible? I’ve been to your apartment so many times, but I guess I’ve never had a reason to see where you sleep.

Ooh… this is nice. It’s cozy. Plants… check. Stack of books on the bedside table that actually look like they’ve been read… check. Yeah, I officially have a huge fucking crush on you.

“Um… let’s see here…”

A sliver of light from the afternoon sun shines on you from the window. Your bare arms look so good in that tank top…

“Here. That should fit you.”

You hand me a plain white shirt. And… I guess I’m about to take my shirt off in front of you.

Ugh, I just want to tell you how I feel. Is it awkward to do it now? Maybe I should wait until we both have all of our clothes on…

“Um…”

I look down at the shirt in my hands. When I look up again, your eyes are hovering around my waist.

You’re checking me out. Very blatantly, I might add.

Wait a second. Have you done this before? Maybe you’ve been checking me out this whole time that we’ve been friends and I just… never noticed…

“You good?”

Your eyes meet mine and… Fuck it.

You lean into me and lay a tentative hand on my hip. This feels so new, but so familiar…

“Is this…? Is this okay? Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have asked—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. This is… something I’ve wanted for a long time, actually.”

My heart flutters a little at the thought. This whole time… you’ve wanted me and I’ve wanted you. And now here we are, in your bedroom.

You lean forward and press your mouth against mine again.

“I’ve just… always… I don’t know. Felt something with you…”

“Yeah? You have?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Wait a minute… why didn’t you?”

“Fair point.”

Your hand grazes over my thigh and… God, you feel fucking good.

“Well, I did get you in my room with your shirt off…”

“Shut up. Come here…”

I see now why we’re such good friends and why we’re always messing with each other. The snarky comments… The playfulness…

I’m not like that with our other friends. Just you.

Your hand glides my chest as we kiss and teases one of my nipples.

“Fuck…”

My dick is starting to get hard as you slide out of your shorts. I pull off my joggers, but keep on my briefs.

You lay down on your side and draw me down onto the bed with you. You push one thigh between my legs and ride it up against my dick.

Our hips meet flush together and I can feel your muscles tightening and flexing with every thrust.

You take my wrist and lead my hand to your chest, guiding my fingers down, down, down…

“You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you?”

It’s hot, your dick under my hand… Even through your underwear, I swear I can feel you pulsing. It’s such a turn on, to be able to feel exactly how much you want this, and want me…

“I want to see you.”

You push me back a little, pulling up your legs to get your boxers off. God, I can’t stop kissing you. I need to feel your mouth on mine again.

“You too. Let me see your cock.”

Your fingers feel amazing… such a nice, firm grip. Wrapping around me and tugging just right.

I reach for yours and curl my fingers around the tip. I start stroking you nice and slow…

Your dick is thick and fills my hand. I really, really want to suck you. How would it feel, having you, hot and slick with spit… against my lips…

It’s hard to focus with the way you’re touching me… I spread around the wetness gathering around your tip and spread it up your shaft. God, the noises you are making…

“Fuck, fuck, that’s good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, fuck, yeah…! I want you… fuck… the lube—in the drawer… ”

You pull away from my dick to reach for the bottle.

“Hold out your hand.”

Our movements are urgent and a little desperate, like we’ve been building up to this moment our entire friendship.

“Ready?”

You roll over onto your stomach and push out your ass towards me. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you…

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready.”

I smear the lube around your hole and take my time rubbing it around you… I push it into you with just the tip of my finger.

“Yeah, yeah… like that.”

I pull out… and slide back in… Opening you up for me…

Your asshole clenches around me. I love feeling it draw me in.

“Just—ah—just curl your finger up a little…”

Your legs tremble a little as I press my finger further in and curl it just slightly.

“A little deeper—”

I can’t believe I’m making you look like this, sound like this…

“There?”

“Yes… Ohhh, fuck, yeah…”

I thrust into you with slow little movements. I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you. Want to run my fingers over your lips, along the scruff on your jaw, down the little black curls of hair on your chest…

“Another, come on, add another.”

It’s easier this time. You open up around the second finger smoothly. I scissor my fingers apart, stretching you a little further…

My dick twitches, throbbing at the sight of my fingers sinking into you.

“One more, gently…”

You look so fucking hot with three of my fingers inside you, stretching and spreading apart, opening you up. Knowing that you’re nearly ready to take my dick, that I will soon feel that tight, overwhelming heat around me… fuck, it’s almost too much.

“Can I—are you…?”

“Yeah, yeah please, fuck me.”

I pull my fingers out and reach for the lube.

Damn, when I touch my dick it’s almost enough to overwhelm me. The lube is cold. I rub it along my length, getting myself nice and wet for you.

“Come on, fuck me…”

Your hands keep yourself open for me, holding tight onto the backs of your thighs.

I take my dick in hand and press the head against your hole… I push forward with my hips and slowly… I sink into you, inch by inch…

“Fuck.”

I move gently, pulling back my hips and driving them forward. You’re so fucking tight… Your hole squeezes my dick like a vice, clinging to me when I pull back. You open up so easily when I thrust forward.

“Ah, ah! God, fuck me, fuck me, that’s it, come on, harder.”

“Yes! Right fucking there!”

“Yeah? Like that? You like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t stop…”

You press your forehead into your pillow and moan into the bed. I love the sounds you make for me, come on… give me more…

I reach around your hips and take your shaft into my hand. I just want to make you cum… Fuck, I just want to make you cum.

I press my lips against your back, which is coated in a thin layer of sweat.

“I—I’m close… I’m close… are you?”

“Yeah—yeah, keep going, keep going!”

You’re throbbing, pulsing against my fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so close…

“Yes! Yes, I’m—”

I pull out and slump down onto the bed next to you. The sheets feel cool against my flushed skin.

“Um… so, that happened…”

“Yeeeeah… I guess we… have some things to talk about, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess we do.”

“But you know what? That can wait…”