It was decided that this would be no-strings-attached sex between the two of you. You two would climb into bed and do what you wanted whenever you felt like it. You two would get into it on the couch when he called and asked if he could come over. After that, you'd cook dinner and invite him over to watch TV. There was nothing that could change your friendship. Or could there be?
However, you began to experience different feelings, but you weren't sure if he did as well. Your sex had more intensity to it. It gave your meaningless sex some more significance. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but be with Christian every day. Hanging out or finding another alternative.
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His warm breath rushes across your delicate skin. Every dip and curve on your body is combed over by rough, calloused fingertips, which blend into his thoughts like a hidden blueprint. Your leg is under his, your arms are being dragged back by his hand, and as he pulls you closer, his arm is sprawled across your chest. No words are said; just breaths and groans of ecstasy reverberate off the walls in a sardonic manner.
You lie, it's better this way.
Keep it how it is: fucking, please.
You won't have any expectations this way, at least.
However, you still do.
Suddenly he's moaning throughout his climax, thrusting as far as he can while savoring the last minutes in your walls. You slump into the mattress once he releases his grip, panting out your tiredness and attempting to ignore the trickle of his release between your legs.
"That was good"
You aren't shocked when he immediately gets up from the bed to pick up the clothing he tore off of himself that is on the floor since it was so brief, and abrupt. He puts on his jeans and shirt before rearranging his new mullet as you tilt your head and gaze through blurry, exhausted eyes. Before he leaves the room, he doesn't say anything more, and neither do you.
This is for the best.
Tell yourself that.
This isn't love. It's only sensible.
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As his body towers over me, he lays small kisses from my temple down to my neck but stops in my ear, "I want to remind you. This is just sex. No feelings. Remember?" he said as he looked me straight in the eyes. I was shocked he was saying this given that he is still inside of me. I stood there in shock. A few minutes after I felt him release himself before pulling out and that's when I came back to reality, but before I could speak he spoke, "You've been my best friend forever and I know when something is up, but we agreed this was just sex. Nothing more." he said with frustration in his voice.
"I'm sorry," is all I could say as I lay there naked, still in shock and not knowing what exactly to say.
"I warned you not to plan a future," he said as he got up and slowly begin to put his clothes on.
I haven't moved nor do I think my body wants to. I can feel his residue slowly come out of me which made this so much harder. I still don't make eye contact with him but instead, stare at the ceiling trying to play out the words that cut me like a knife. I felt the mattress depress next to me which made me snap out of my thoughts. His hand caresses my cheek and I pull away as a tear slowly comes pouring down, "I think you should leave," I somehow managed to say.
I heard him sign, "I think so too," he said as he then stood up and walked out the door.
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A/N: part 2???
