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My best friend thinks he has, and he’s come closer than anyone to scaling the walls I’ve put up. But he hasn’t reached the top, hasn’t realized that I overshare about everything that doesn’t matter, and lock down everything that does.
I’m in a good place right now, and I only got here because I didn’t set myself up for failure. I didn’t allow anyone to get close enough to hurt me. Mostly. Sometimes I worry I’m too close to Xander, but I think my obnoxious tendencies are just annoying enough to keep him at arm’s length. I’m not sure the same can be said for Noah, though. That's precisely why I should stop making concessions for him, mutual friends be damned.
He’s sexy as sin and I want a piece of that. So, if he asks again, I’ll give him what he wants, and he can figure the rest out himself.
Yup, that’s the plan. No more saying no.
God, I hope he asks again. When he gets home in like, two hours. Fuck that’s an eternity. I’ve gotta burn off some energy.
I turn on the PlayStation and pull up Rainbow Six Siege, my go-to game when I’m restless. Since I’ve been playing for well over a decade, I’m not half bad, and I easily fall into the digital world, blasting the enemy and talking shit with the other avatars who make up my team.
Shooting imaginary bad guys is cathartic in its own twisted way. An outlet to expel the feelings I don’t share with anyone. My parents used to hate that I could get so lost on the screen. Even today, I feel an extra little jolt of satisfaction knowing I’m doing something they’d hate, despite the fact they’ll never know, and undoubtedly couldn’t care less. That probably bears some analysis, but I like my petty revenge.
I’m so absorbed, I don’t even realize the time until Noah plops onto the couch next to me with a timid, “Hey.”
I mute my game mic and nod. “Hey yourself. How was practice?”
“Tiring, but good.” He runs his hands over his thighs, whether from nerves or because they hurt after practice, I’m not sure. Regardless, it makes it damn hard to block the memory of sitting on those beauties while we jerked off. “So, I thought about it, and I’m good. With what you said.”
I assume he’s referring to the sex with no strings rule, and the pang of anxiety I've felt weighing on my chest lifts. The sheer relief of it causes me to lose focus and blast my own teammate dammit. I shouldn’t be so invested in him, but I desperately want him to say he’s down to fuck.
“Good?” I arch my brow in his direction while battling soldiers on the screen, trying to act indifferent.
“Uh, to be fuck buddies.”
My cock instantly perks up, excited that he’s on board. “Fuck buddies, huh? Is that what we’re calling it?” I bite my lip and waggle my eyebrows to see if I can get him to blush. He doesn't disappoint.
“I mean, isn’t that what we’d be?”
“It is, but I like hearing you say it.” I shoot the last remaining soldier in the level and climb onto those thick thighs, facing the TV.
Noah holds his arms up like he’s been caught red handed. “Uh, what are you doing?”
“Foreplay.” I wink at him over my shoulder.
“This–What now?”
“I’ve still got two levels in this campaign, and I’m not taking the risk of you changing your mind.” I grind my ass over his lap, loving how it makes him inhale sharply. “So, foreplay. You just sit back and enjoy while I finish my game.” I turn my mic back on and tell the rest of my team I’m ready, rolling my hips in another circle while Noah’s hands fall limply to the cushions.
The level starts up with all of us on high alert, scoping out potential targets and shouting when we spot enemies. The tension of the game always makes me wiggle, even when there isn’t a hockey god underneath me, and now that there is… I’m playing dirty with the big guy, but the one constant so far is that he’s never quite sure how his body is going to react to sexy times, so I’ll use every trick in the book to help him get excited.
“On your left, T,” a voice echoes in my ear, and instead of turning my head toward the threat I tuck my hips and lean my weight to the left, pressing my ass into the slight bulge underneath me. A sharp gasp tells me Noah enjoyed that, so I do it again for good measure.
“One o’clock, Captain,” I tell my teammate, and our little group of soldiers move ahead on the screen. Thrusting my hips in a forward and back motion like I’m urging a horse forward, I earn myself a delicious moan from the beast underneath me, whose fists seem to be getting tighter and tighter by the second.
I give myself a mental pat on the back for being a creative genius and try to concentrate on the game—we’re sort of kicking ass right now—while still keeping things interesting for my hockey god.
“Shoot him, shoot him,” I shout to my teammate as the enemy tries to escape. My frantic bouncing pulls a series of soft grunts from deep in Noah’s throat and his legs tense under mine. I twist my head just in time to see his head fall back on the cushions, and I slow my movements so I can put even more pressure on the hard ridge between his legs.
The entire level, I bump and grind and generally torment the man underneath me to a chorus of moans and groans and ragged breathing. Fuck, I love that I can feel how much he wants me, evident in the ridgid length beneath me and the labored breath against my back. Honestly, my pride gets a bit of a kick out of it too, seeing as I’m now three for three as far as getting him worked up goes.
A tiny little voice in the back of my mind warns me that might not be a good thing. He may regard me as a fuck buddy now, but his caregiver personality makes me think casual isn’t in his wheelhouse. Plus, there are still lots of questions about his sexuality, and if he’s more pan or demi than bisexual, being an overachiever in the seduction department might backfire on me. It doesn't stop me from telling the voice to fuck right off, though. Surely, a few weeks of fun isn’t pushing it. And I really want my fun before we go back to being friends of friends or whatever.
“Ooh, that was close,” I tell Noah as I mute my mic and press the pause button on my hips. “We lost half our team and almost didn’t make it past that level.”
“So, you’re done?” His voice is deliciously scratchy.
I take a peek at him over my shoulder, struggling to keep the victorious smile off my face when I see how tightly he’s holding his jaw.
