Someday when you leave me || bxb

Chapter Two

After we drop the girls off I move to the front seat.

"You all right?" Preston says finally.

"Yeah," I say. "Are you?"

"Yeah."

I'm sober by now. We had stopped at a Dunkin Donuts on the way and I had gotten some coffee and eaten a donut.

"So do you want to go home or should we go to mine?" He asks.

"Um I don't think my mom cares but just in case she asks we should keep up the fantasy football facade."

"Of course." He smiles, there is something off about it like he wants to say something but won't.

Once we are in his room I ask if I can take a shower first, I hate the lingering scent of beer. It smells like sweet piss.

This was only my second time getting drunk. The first had been at some house party last year. I don't even remember what happened. Somehow knowing is worse, I could have done a million things and these weren't that bad. The only people I had known there had been the people I had gone with. I would never see anyone else ever again. But it was still embarrassing.

As soon as I get out Preston goes in. When he comes out I'm already laying on the left side of the bed which is the side I usually sleep on. He lays down next to me, the room is silent and dark.

"You scared me today," he says quietly.

"Why?"

"You passed out and even when I tried to wake you up you didn't."

"I'm okay, Preston."

"There are millions of things that could have happened like alcohol poisoning, or you could've been drugged, or poisoned, that guy could have beat you up, you could've been arrested." He rambles.

"I'm okay," I repeat.

He reaches for my hand under the cover, I let out a breath. "Thank you," I say for countless of things. 

He turns towards me and I turn toward him in return. His other hand glides toward my face pulling me in towards his. Our lips collide, his lips are soft and hot on mine. His tongue explores my mouth as if for the first time.

He pulls me up so that I'm on top of him straddling his hips. He pulls my shirt off as well as his own in the same breath. His lips travel down my neck hitting a spot that makes me moan. I can feel his dick harden. I can hear my heartbeat in my head.

I rock my hips against his. He lets out a low groan. He flips me over with precision so that he's on top of me.

He glides down my body leaving a trail of kisses down my torso. When he gets down to the waistband of my sweatpants he looks up at me, "Can I?"

It's times like these where I forget about anyone or anything else I don't worry about whether or not I'm gay or what would happen if anyone ever found out. I don't care that he will only ever see me as a friend or that we're just "bros'' helping each other out.

I don't care, "Yes." I say.