Chilled's perspective
The cinema room was pitch black. Ze's arm was slightly touching mine and just the feeling of him being so close made me get goose bumps. We had chosen an old black and white movie so we could be alone, no other people there to interrupt any conversations we might wanted to have. We had luck, there was some new blockbuster running at the same time, so everyone was watching it and we were on our own. I glanced over to the shorter guy, his eyes were fixed on the movie. It wasn't even that interesting. I'd rather have you touch me again, just like you did yesterday. I shook my head slighty. I wasn't allowed to think that way. My pants suddenly felt tighter than before and I quickly placed my coat over my lap, hiding any possible evidence of my dirty thoughts. Why do I have to feel this way?, I asked myself, whining internally, I already have enough stress with my family, I don't need more. But the thought of touching Ze was just too overwhelming for me to ignore it. I couldn't deny myself my feelings, but I sure wasn't gonna admit to them in front of Ze. Feeling myself get even hotter, I decided to stop thinking about him in that way and to concentrate on the damn movie already. As much as I tried, I couldn't get myself to follow the happening. I already had my jacket laying over my crotch, so I thought that I might as well could think about Ze a bit more. He was really into the movie at the moment anyway. I leaned back a bit and closed my eyes, letting my imagination flow.
I glanced at Ze from the corner of my eye, lusting after him. He turned his head and met my eye, looking at me for what seemed like ages. Then I leaned in, pulling him closer to me. Our lips were nearly touching and I could feel his hot breath on my face. I looked up into his eyes, but they were closed in anticipation of the kiss that would follow. Gently holding him by his chin, I carefully let my lips meet his. Ze opened his mouth a bit and kissed my upper lip, forcing me to open my mouth as well. I placed a hand at the back of his head and pushed him into me, strengthening the kiss. I felt Ze push his tongue forward, begging me to let him enter. I allowed him to do so and our tongues crashed together. He let out a soft moan and played with the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and touching my belly. I pulled back from the kiss, leaving him with a frown. Then I grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He did the same to me and our lips crashed into eachother once more. The kiss grew wilder and I completely ignored the fact that we were sitting in a cinema. My hands were on his thighs, stroking them softly. I could feel his pants tighten under my touch. I wanted it, and I wanted it now. I undid his belt and slipped a hand into his trousers. He moaned loudly, breaking the kiss. Then he pushed me back into my seat, climbing onto my lap, kissing me passionately. I held him by his hips, allowing him to grind against my crotch, making me whimper, and I begged him to go further, to just take off all my clothes right now and make love to me.
"Anthony?", Steven's voice brought me back to reality. I was disappointed that my daydream had ended so abruptly, especially at that moment, but as soon as I saw the confused and at the same time shocked look on my friend's face, I started worrying that he had noticed something.
"W-What, what is it?", I asked, my heartbeat quickening at the thought of him having heard my internal moans or something like that.
"Umm", Ze started, blushing, "I... I think you fell asleep and had some kind of... dream?". Fuck.
I cleared my throught awkwardly, avoiding any eye contact with Ze. Why did I let my mind convince me that it was okay to just go on dreaming about nearly having sex with the guy I considered my best friend? "Oh, umm, wha-what kind of dream?", I stuttered, glancing down at my hands.
"Well... You...". Ze was clearly struggling with his words, he had turned away now as well. "You were, well, moaning, Chilled".
I wanted to disappear right that moment. This was so fucking embarrassing, how would I explain this to him? Tell him how I had dreamt of some hot girl? Or deny that I was even moaning and play it off as groaning because I disliked the movie? Come out with the truth? Honestly, the first option seemed to be the best. "Oh, huh, yeah, I was dreaming about this girl", I said, sitting up straight, managing to make a wide grin appear on my face, "She was really hot and we did the frick fra-".
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I'm not broken (RoyalChaos)
FanfictionIn an alternate reality, the Derp Crew meets at college. They're all in their first year, coming from very different backgrounds, all with different stories to tell. After they all meet, they start developping an amazing friendship. But as soon as Z...