"Take it and off show 'em how much you want 'em
Take it and off show 'em how much you want it"
Riley was puzzled.
She stared at Michael from the loveseat, whilst Michael occupied the armchair. This was odd, seeing as how they always sat on one couch together being best friends and all.
But, tonight things were different she guessed. Michael had his head resting on the top of the couch, swirling patterns into the leather with his pointer finger as he watched a pixelated Draco try to hex Harry for the millionth time.
They were sitting together earlier with Riley's head in his lap, but Michael practically shoved her off the moment he felt his pants tighten. He's always liked her since they were little kids running around on their parents' lawns playing pretend.
She realized she developed feelings for him too, but she didn't tell him or let them show. Riley was a guarded person. She was also fairly innocent for her ripe age of 18.
So when she felt Michael's bulge poking her thigh, she dismissed it and kept moving around to find a comfortable position, and when he pushed her off his lap, she didn't think anything of it and focused on the screen. But he caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. He kept shifting around and adjusting his skinny jeans in his spot.
"Mikey, are you okay?" She was worried about her friend. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm good love." "Okay, but you know if you need anything... " "Yes I know," he assured her.
And satisfied with his answer she continued watching the movie, knowing Michael was okay. But as the movie went on, she couldn't stop thinking about why he was squirming so much. She stared in his direction until he felt her eyes burning into the side of his head.
"What's wrong?" He questioned the girl. "Hmm? Oh nothing, it's nothing." "Oh come on, tell me." Michael pleaded. "It's just...you've been really fidgety since you moved over there."
His cheeks turned a bright shade of red and he hid his face in embarrassment.
"It's nothing you can help me with." He couldn't believe he was caught with a hard-on in front of his best friend who happened to be causing the problem. "Are you sure? You look uncomfortable."
She glances in his direction and notices the very prominent bulge in his pants. Michael notices where she's looking and covers his crotch with his hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom really quick."
Michael sprang up from the couch and made an effort to beeline it to the guest bathroom, but Riley stopped him in his tracks, gripping his forearm. She didn't know what possessed her to make her next move but she knew she wanted to help him despite her lack of knowledge.
"Michael?" She stops him quickly. "Yea?" "I want to help." He's quick to shut her down, "You don't have to-" "I want to." Riley replies confidently. "Uh...okay."
He sat back down, but this time next to Riley on the larger couch of his living room. He didn't bother turning down the volume on the TV as the noise helped relieve some of the worries that filled his chest.
Michael couldn't believe this was actually happening, but he didn't know how to start. He tentatively glanced up at her to find her already gazing at him. She thought he was the most beautiful thing to ever grace the planet and she couldn't take her eyes away from his.
"So..." Somehow it was more awkward for him than it was for her. "Kiss me." Riley wasn't sure what had taken over her, make her say something so demanding. It wasn't like her to take charge but there at that moment, she knew it was right. She sat there waiting for him to make a move.
