Right In Front Of Him

The party was going on in full force. Alcohol was flowing as if it was a river, and I had consumed way more than my fair share. Every few seconds, it felt as if I were twirling around like we had done when we were kids. A snippet of conversation between two of my friends caught my ear, “Poor

Scott, he is going to be alone yet again at midnight. It’s so sad, he’s such a great guy but he can’t find a boyfriend for the life of him.”
I looked around for Scott. He was a great guy, my best friend, and it was true that he had lousy luck at finding a boyfriend. But then so did I, I had dated my fair share of losers but not like poor Scott. One guy had stolen money from him, another tried to give his brother head; RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM! Most of the guys I liked just blew me off or stopped returning my texts; none of them did horrendous things to me.

Once again the world tilted and spun around. When everything stabilized again, I made my way over to the corner of the room where Scott was sitting. If one didn’t know what had happened to him throughout the year, they would not have been able to see the sadness in his eyes. He was watching the party, taking everything in. “Hey Eric, you having a good time?”

“Yeah, how about you?” I rested my head on his shoulder for a moment; everything was spinning and turning again. He put his arm around me and gently rubbed my shoulder, the simple act made me want to kiss him right then and there. “You know the reason that I think we keep finding losers? I think we purposely find the losers so that we don’t have to commit ourselves.”

“Ok, buddy.” He patted me some more. I looked up at him and for the first time, saw a very attractive man. His dark hair was cut very close to his head, his brown eyes sparkled, and his lips looked very kissable. “I think someone has had a bit too much too drink. This always happens when you’ve had more than one mimosa, you become philosophical Eric.”

“I think that we should kiss at midnight. We’re the only ones that don’t have someone to kiss, and it’s not as if we haven’t done the dating tango before.” When we first met, Scott had the biggest crush on me. At that time I had my eye on a guy who ended up falling in love with his best friend.

A few months later the script flipped and I was in love with him, and he was dating a guy who ended up moving in with him and trying to poison him. “We’re both single, drunk and let’s face it, we are hot.”

“Yes we are.” Scott chuckled softly. I looked up at him again and felt a magnetic pull towards his lips. All I wanted was to feel how soft his lips were, there was something irresistible about him in this light, in this moment. “And we can kiss at midnight but I don’t want you to think that anything more is going to happen.”

I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. A warm feeling flooded my body; it felt as if our bodies were melting together, like two puzzle pieces that fit together. Scott’s hands traveled down my back and stopped on top of my ass. Reluctantly I pulled away from him and smiled. “I just wanted
to see how good of a kisser you are.”

“Did I pass the test?” A sad smile crossed his beautiful lips. Even his usually brilliant eyes seemed to have lost some of the life that they normally showed. “You are a much better kisser than I ever imagined.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” I felt the heat on my cheeks. For some reason his words really got to me. A thousand thoughts ran through my head at once, but the common theme was that maybe it was time for Scott and me to take the plunge into boyfriend-dom. I took a deep breath, and chugged the rest of my drink. The words that came out of my mouth surprised me, “You know that I have feelings for you right?”

“Eric, please don’t do this.” There was something very dominant in his voice, but there was also vulnerability in it. I watched him for a few minutes; his eyes scanned the room but didn’t find what he wanted. “We’ve been down this road too many times. There’s a reason why we never like one another at the same time.”

“What reason would that be?” I purred into his ear. Scott wrapped his arm around me, and looked at me. His will was giving in, I could tell. There was no way that I was starting the New Year off single, I would be dating my best friend, my soulmate. “All I can think about right now is getting you into your room and your clothes off.”

“The countdown is about to begin,” He stood up, and then helped me up. When I stood up, I fell into him. He held onto me, I looked up and found him smiling at me. The warm fuzzies filled me again. I leaned into him and took in a deep breath when he hugged me close to him. “Let’s go countdown to the New Year.”

He kept his hand on my back as we made our way back into the party. Our friends turned to look at us, but no one said a word. It had to be because they knew that we belonged together. I laid my head on his shoulder and then looked at him, he was smiling. Someone handed each of us a glass of champagne. “I can’t wait to see what the New Year has in store for me, for us.”

Before Scott could answer, there was commotion in the room. The TV was on and Ryan Seacrest was preparing us for the ball to come down. Excitement filled me; everything was going so well that all I could think about was kissing Scott. He puckered his lips and softly blew me a kiss, it was such a cute moment. As if we were programmed, the entire group began counting down when the ball began dropping. “20, 19…”

Excitement filled the air; we were all ready for a new beginning. I looked up at Scott; my one thought was about how happy I was going to make him. I had made mistakes, treated him as if he didn’t matter but that was done now, there was no way that I would treat him like that again. “5, 4, 3, 2… Happy New Year.”

Everyone on the TV screen, and in the room grabbed the person they were with and kissed them. Scott kissed me with a passion that I hadn’t known in my life.

A Night Of New Beginnings

After having a few more drinks, I ended up pulling Scott into his bedroom. Our clothes were thrown on the floor, our bodies intertwined on the bed. I ran my fingers through his chest hair, and snuggled close to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but I covered his lips with mine. Out tongues began fighting, and he flipped me onto my back.

He held my wrists down, and spread my legs apart. He pecked my lips, and then kissed down my body until he reached my nipples. A quick flick over my right nipple made my body jerk upwards. A moan escaped from my throat, it was deeper than my normal voice. He repeated this on my other nipple, and I wrapped my legs around him.

His cock pressed against my ass, all I wanted was for him to be inside of me. As if reading my thoughts, Scott kissed down my body again. He licked the head of my cock, and took the shaft down his throat. His mouth was warm and inviting, my cock kept threatening to produce out my orgasm.

My cock fell out of his mouth, and he lifted my legs into the air with one hand. With the other, he toyed with my hole. His finger rubbed it once, and then pressed into me a little. His long fingers were cold but it felt so nice that I just allowed the warm feelings of pleasure to wash over me. It was made much easier when he lowered his head, spread my ass cheeks, and stuck his tongue in my hole.

There was nothing that could have made me feel better in that moment. His tongue probed my hole. I felt the orgasm building up inside of me, all I wanted to do was release every bit of pleasure that I was feeling. I arched my back upwards, so that his tongue could go deeper into my asshole. I could feel Scott smile between my legs, and he pushed his tongue into me again. Moans escaped from my mouth, and were in an endless supply. My cock was ramrod hard without him touching it.

I squeezed my eyes tightly, and allowed my hormones to take charge. When Scott pushed the tip of his cock into me, it snapped me out of my haze. It hurt at first, but after soon felt glorious. His cock was long, at least 8 inches. Half inch by half inch he pressed into me, another moan escaped from my mouth.

He pounded into me for a long while. When he collapsed onto me, I noticed that he was slick with sweat. We rolled around and I got on top of him.
Once his cock was inside me again, I began moving up and down on him. His moans became deeper and lower, then he shouted the words that I had been dying to hear. “I’m cumming.”

After he orgasmed, I released my own. Exhausted, I laid on his chest and let the sleep quietly take me away. His arms tightened around me, a smile formed on my lips. This was the way it was supposed to be. Him and I cuddling after great sex, yes this was meant to be.

The Morning After

A herd of elephants were stomping around in Scott’s kitchen. That was the only logical explanation for all of the noise that I was hearing. I tried to lift my head off of the pillow but fell right back down on it. I gently rubbed my temples, trying to think of everything that I drank the previous night. Four rum and cokes, a couple mimosas, four or five sex on the beaches, and a glass of champagne, nothing out of the ordinary.

After a few minutes of massaging my temples, I felt strong enough to try and get out of the bed again. I put on my boxers and made my way to the kitchen. Smells of eggs and bacon filled my nose, and made my stomach grumble. Scott looked adorable standing in front of the stove, scrambling eggs. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck. “Morning lover.”

“Uh, Eric. We ne--” Before he could finish, someone cleared their throat behind us. I turned around to find one of Scott’s nefarious exes was standing there, and he did not look pleased that I had been so affectionate with Scott. “Vince was supposed to be my date last night but he got called into work. He came over this morning to apologize to me, and try to make it up to me.”

It felt as though my world was crashing down around me. Had our tryst just hours before meant nothing to Scott? I thought we had connected in a way that I had never connected with another man before. Our bodies had fit together like two puzzle pieces, yet Scott had never wanted to be with me. If Vince had come to the party, then Scott and I would never have given into the passion that we had felt.

“What’s going on here, brah?”Vince asked. His voice was like tiny knives to my heart. Scott looked between the two of us and said nothing. I went back to his room and put on my clothes, allowing my shame to seep into my being.

“Eric, I tried to--” Scott said as he followed me into his room. The condom that we had used was laying on the side of the bed. He bent down to pick
it up, and turned back to me but I was heading out the door.

“Don’t, ok.” I could feel the tears threatening to fall out of my eyes. There was no way that I could cry in front of him. “Just don’t. I don’t want to hear your excuses; I don’t want to hear your voice.”

“Please let me explain.” There was a desperation in his voice that made me want to hear what he was about to say but I left. My soul felt as though it had been put through a shredder already, and nothing he could say would be able to repair that.

“Go to hell!” I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders and walked away from the man that I thought I would be starting the New Year with. Part of me wanted to yell at Vince that I had fucked his boyfriend the night before but I reconsidered it, after all Scott and I were still friends or something.

The Red Eyed Scotts

My phone was ringing; I picked it up and silenced it. I had no desire to talk to anyone; no one could make me feel any better about what had happened. When I thought back to the way that I had thrown myself at him, I shook my head. In my drunken state I had convinced myself that Scott was my soulmate, the man that I belonged with. Yet he tried to tell me more than once that he wanted nothing from me, that we were just friends.

Yet he was the one who initiated the sex. When we were kissing, it was his hand that slipped down my back until he reached my butt. He cupped it, then pulled me closer to him and shoved his tongue deeper down my throat. My cock had reacted instantly and I could feel his pressing against my leg.

Fresh tears formed in my eyes, and I tried to blink them away. They were stubborn though, and fell down my face. My heart was heavy; it was as if I had lost my best friend. This tunnel was too long; there was no end for the pain that I felt. What was I thinking when I suggested that we kiss? There was no other way that this could end. It was very obvious that Scott and I were not meant to be together, there was a reason that we never liked one another at the same time. God simply did not want us to be lovers. I closed my eyes and prayed for the darkness to take me away.
After a few minutes my prayers were answered and nothing mattered. All of my problems were forgotten, replaced with fluffy clouds and lollipops.

This was the life that I could deal with; this wasn’t as hard as falling for your friend who could never love you back. But something was happening, that world was shaking. An earthquake had taken over my dream, which meant that the badness was creeping in everywhere.

“Eric! Eric!” Scott was shaking me. His voice snapped me out of my slumber. Everything was blurry but it looked like he was worried about me.
“Wake up. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” My voice was groggy, my thoughts were scattered everywhere. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with your boyfriend?”

“Vince is not my boyfriend. I had no idea that you wanted me, you never said anything to me.” I hated when people made good points and I couldn’t make a counter it. The truth was, until I had alcohol in my system I didn’t even realize that I liked him. “Once I figured out that you liked me, I told Vince to take a hike so that you and I could figure everything out.”

“What is there to figure out? You invited HIM to be your date, and only slept with me when he didn’t show up. It’s not right that you did that to me, you should have told me that you had asked someone else to be your date!” My argument was thin but it was all I had to use, I was not going to let him back in so easily. “You could have let me know before you took me to bed and made love to me.”

“I tried.” Scott sat on the bed, and let out a long stream of air. For the first time, I noticed that his eyes were rimmed red. I sat up a little and pulled him down next to me. Our eyes met and I once again felt the energy rush between us. “But you were super drunk, and the truth is that I wanted to experience what it’s like to make love to you. Eric, you are the one guy that I know I can build a life with and I really want to see what happens between us.”

“You do?” He brushed his hand across my cheek, and smiled at me. “I want to see where things go with you too. Before I was too scared to allow myself to fall for you because I didn’t want to ruin a great friendship but now, I can’t fight the feeling anymore.”

“Good! Now get over here.” Scott pulled me towards him and soon we were naked again. “I love you, Eric.”

“I love you, Scott.”

Word Count 3,000 New Year, First Kiss Prompt.