30 Days Too Late

Best Friends

Dexter

A faint ringing makes my ears twitch; it sounds like an alarm. Blinking away the crust in my eyes, I notice his phone lighting up in front of me. It turns off, and I close my eyes again, taking a deep breath and hoping to fade back into slumber. The tone of the ring changes, becoming more annoying.

"Rue, you have school and practice," I mumble. I glance down at him, but he doesn't budge, not even a twitch.

"Rue," I growl, and he makes a noise. "Practice," I remind him.

"Mmh," he shifts, trying to hide his face deeper in the hug I have him in. With our bare skin touching like this, we're inseparable, keeping all the cold air out. I unwrap my arms, and he instantly shivers. "You know you hate being late," I say.

"Mhm," his eyes blink open slowly. He grips my shoulder and moans quietly. I move my leg and realize I'm still inside him.

I lift his right ass cheek, and he uses my thigh to push up. "Ngh," a sound escapes me as I stiffen. "Stop that," he commands.

"I can't control it," I huff. He sinks back down on me with a strained sigh, starting to move his body at a slow pace. I chuckle and cup his ass with my hands.

"I-I want you to come to the game today if you're up for it," he says into my chest.

"Oh, that's right. You have games on Tuesdays and Fridays now," I say.

"Yeah," he lifts his head, his eyes dilated.

"God, you're so cute, Rue," I grip his hair and capture his lips. He squeaks, and I let my tongue free to overpower his. It's much larger for one; I'm still adjusting to our size difference.

Yesterday in the alley, I wanted to say one more thing but couldn't find the right words. I wanted to tell him that he reminds me of myself when I was little. He was taller than me and dominant, and people picked on me when I wasn't in Rudy's shadow because I was small.

Now that I'm leaving, I don't want him to be taken advantage of when I'm not by his side. I feel like I owe this to him for everything he's done. I want to stick up for him as much as I can; I need to repay my debt.

He gasps and pants heavily, shaking. "Dex," he murmurs.

"What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"It's a lot. I can't take it, please help," he says, drooling between pants. His head tilts back, his cheeks flushed. I tug a little at his hole, spreading it. "Better?" I ask.

His head comes forward, and he buries it in my chest. I use one hand to keep his head close, then spread his hole wider with the other. I speed up so he still has time to get ready.

"Aah!" he flinches.

"Keep your voice down," I shush him. I rest my head on his shoulder as I get close. I just need to reach that soft spot; I need to feel it.

I release his hole and push up, my tip rubbing against his prostate. "There it is," I groan, biting into his nape while thrusting deeper inside him.

"Dexter," he whimpers my name. I angle myself a little, and my tip endlessly rubs his sweet spot. I'm getting dizzy from the pleasure; this concussion isn't helping either. With one last thrust, I release inside him. He gasps and moans loudly as his body shakes. I sniff the nape of his neck before sliding my hand over his mouth.

He's moaning into it while tugging at my hair. "Shh, it's okay," I whisper, kissing his forehead. I slowly remove my hand, then let it travel through his hair.

"I'll go to the game today," I say.

He blinks and nods with a small smile. His alarm chimes, and I reach over him to turn it off. I move my hand back to hold Rue tight; he likes to be cradled after we have sex, and I enjoy doing it.