If It Is Useless To Resist (On-going)

6: The Arkward Aftermath

Maxwell Evans

Jason's lips tasted just as soft as I remembered. He offered no resistance, which thrilled me to no end. It was like he was expecting it. Gliding my lips against his slowly felt so damn good until he ripped his face from mine and stared so intently at me, seconds before his face plummeted on my shoulder and I knew he was out. Dumbass has a low alcohol tolerance. Always has. Looking at his limp body, am suddenly confused wondering what to do. I am quite drunk too, so I can't haul his frame upstairs to my room or his. Luckily for me, we are seated on one of my biggest pull-out couches. Adjusting his weight, I pulled the lever and stretched him comfortably before removing his shoes, pants, jacket, shirt and just left him in boxer briefs and vest. My plan was to get a pillow and duvet for him, but once it was done, I couldn't leave him alone. I slid next to him and watched him sleep for as long as I could before I succumbed to the same fate. This didn't feel any different from all the times he and I have shared a bed. A part of me was worried, though. Why did I have the impulse to kiss my best friend? And what would be his reaction when he wakes? I can only hope he doesn't remember.

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It wasn't strange when I woke up earlier than him the next day. He can be a heavy sleeper. We used to tease him that he can sleep through an earthquake. I found myself watching his relaxed face, and my eyes automatically zeroed in on his lips. Even with a clear head, I didn't find fault in kissing him. If anything, I wanted to do it again. To stop myself from curbing into my strange desire, I slowly disentangled his hand, which was draped around my waist. Half of his body was lying on top of mine, so I slid off carefully though I knew the chances of him waking were minimal but still, I didn't want to risk waking him. Not until I made something to eat. I have no doubt he will wake up starving. And if you think a drunk Jason is annoying, you haven't met a hungry Jason yet. He would make you wish you were dead just to avoid listening to his whining. You would think he has been starved for decades, yet he might have eaten just a few hours prior.

Tiptoeing upstairs, I jumped into the shower, and after pulled on some loose drawstring pants and a V-neck t-shirt. I didn't have to think of what to make. Jason loves his omelet with bacon, onions, and green chili. As for pancakes, he will just need a couple of syrups to molest them with, and he is good to go. Knowing his grumpy ass, coffee will come in handy.

I was in the process of cleaning the kitchen when I heard his soft footsteps. I won't be surprised if the aroma wharfed past his foggy brain, waking him up. He and food is another story. “Hey,” he mumbled, coming to view. He was still dressed in what served as pajamas last night.

“Sit,” I responded, instead pointing at the stools around the counter. He did so without hesitation. Once seated, he began shuffling awkwardly watching me, which made me wonder if he has finally decided to remember something he shouldn't. “What?” I couldn't help but ask. My heart began thudding. What excuse could I possibly come up with to explain what I did last night?

“Have you forgiven me?” It was barely a whisper. Unknowingly, I sighed in relief, and he took it as a sign that I didn't. “Then I should, I leave.” He attempted weakly, but his gaze lingered on the food platter. I grinned inwardly. Leave my ass. Of course, he wanted food. Without a word, I grabbed a plate and placed it in front of him, poured coffee, and pushed the platter of food toward him. I saw his reluctance and it hurt. More than even his betrayal. I have never wished for him to be so reserved with me.

"You better sit your ass and eat if I have to consider forgiving you,” I growled. His eyes widened, but he cooperated. More like he jumped at the opportunity to stuff his face. I found myself watching him closely. He was oblivious to the torture I was going through. Something had definitely shifted in our dynamic since new year's. And though I wasn't so eager to admit it, I can't deny I anymore. I would just be lying to myself if I said Viv didn't make my decision somehow easier. Don't get me wrong, I am hurt and disgusted by what she did. But at the same time, there is this relief. I am glad she showed her true colors before I took a leap of eternity. Someone who can do such a thing and keep it from the one she claims to love is lethal in my opinion. I will have a talk with her and, hopefully, end our relationship in a somewhat cordial manner. And then I won't have to feel guilty anymore for finding Jason suddenly appealing.

Truth is, thoughts of him have been creeping in the most unwanted times and I did try my hardest, to ignore them. Can you blame me? This is the dude I have known all my life and I never once saw him as anything but annoying, idiotic, and my best friend. Yet since I first tasted his lips, I have been feeling quite possessive. I find myself wanting to know where he is and what he is doing and with whom. I am no longer excited for him to find a woman to call his own. I know that is selfish coming from a man with a fiancé' or soon-to-be ex-fiance. Never have I ever doubted my sexuality until now. And weirdly enough, I am not worried. Because I know, no matter what happens, our families would be accepting like always. My only concern is Jason. He hasn't shown any signs of having the same discomfort I am having. And I know him too well to miss such a significant thing.

“This is so good.” He moaned mouthful. A sound I have heard a million times before, but today it sounded different. Sensual. And my cock's telling reaction confirms what my mind has been able to deny until now. I am attracted to him more than a friend should. “Why are you not eating?” He frowned, taking a sip of his coffee.

“How many times do I have to tell you never to speak while eating?” As you expected, his table manners are practically non-existent.

“Nkt!”

With his scoff, we fell into silence as I began serving my plate. This was not us. There shouldn't be this suspenseful silence hanging like a damn nimbostratus. “Your alcohol tolerance is worsening.” I hoped bringing up a neutral topic would ease the tension building up. Jason halted, placing his fork down and peeked at me. For a good second, which felt like a day, he just stared. Wordlessly.

“You are to blame.” He retorted lightly, his eyes brightening a little.

“Aren't I always.” I scoffed, a smile playing on my lips. He and I both knew what I was insinuating. Jason fought back a grin to no avail. He chuckled, shaking his head amused. I must admit, it felt nice to see his beautiful eyes dancing with mirth.

“Good thing you are always there to pick my ass.”

“Yeah, poor me.” I feigned disappointment, but he and I know a best friend sitter is a role I take seriously. Just when I thought we were getting to the good part of my Jason chattering non-stop, he cleared his throat suspiciously and said,