If It Is Useless To Resist (On-going)

12: Consequences

Maxwell Evans

What the hell did I just do? I let my anger get the better of me and ended up blurting what I considered to be a well-kept secret, and now there is no way back. Jason is staring at me crazily like I had just confirmed the world was ending in a matter of seconds. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down repeatedly as he seemed to gulp imaginary fluid, his throat was no doubt dry. Not that I was in a better situation, either. I shuffled awkwardly, wondering if there was something I could do to salvage the situation. Perhaps knock him out so that when he wakes he may think it was a mere hallucination. Or better yet, I can just collapse and get diagnosed with some brain sickness. Anything, to avoid facing the elephant in the room. For a good while, silence took over, and not even the sound of our breathing could be heard.

Eventually, Jason couldn't handle it anymore, to my dismay. “What did you just say?” He croaked, furrowing his brows. I averted my gaze, pocketing my hands, and began pacing. With my back facing him, I stopped in my tracks and murmured,

“That guy wanted to get with you.” Way to go, Max! My consciousness mocked. Stall until the guy falls asleep, and maybe you may be lucky not to answer!

“Can you just not!” Jason bellowed, forcing me to turn and face him. His eyes were blazing with anger. “What the fuck does he have to do with us?”

It was my turn to gulp. How do I tell him that I was dying of jealousy since I saw the uploaded picture? The guy had been gazing at Jason like he was already undressing him in his mind, and I didn't like it.

“Max!” An angry Jason was also a very impatient Jason. I may possibly be going insane for even thinking about this, but in addition, he is a very sexy one as well. With his pursed lips and crinkled brows, he looked hot as hell. And my perverted side awakened. I saw his mouth move as he rambled words I couldn't hear because my whole concentration was on those lips and how good they had tasted. And when desire turns to urge…

I moved too fast, he barely saw me coming. Clasping his face between my palms, Jason blinked. He probably guessed what was coming, and he didn't attempt to fight, which gave me a go-ahead I badly needed. Without a second thought, I leaned and claimed his lips in a sweet kiss that made my toes curl. It started off slowly, my lips demandingly gliding over his hesitant ones softly until he relented and began kissing back. Repositioning one of my hands at the back of his head, I placed the other on his waist and pulled him closer. There was barely any tangible space left between us. Biting his bottom lip lightly, he gasped, his hands automatically draping on my lower back. It was a give-and-take moment. And if the dire need to breathe didn't overwhelm us, I doubt we would have broken the kiss. I have never loved kissing someone this much. Everything about Jason fits so perfectly. His scent drowning me in, I can't help but wonder why I never thought of doing this before. It's obvious he is attracted to me as well and maybe … just maybe, we are what the other has been looking for all this while.

“Max…" Jason breathed, bumping his forehead to mine and let out a deep shaky breath. “What are we doing?”

“I don't know,” I answered truthfully. All I knew was kissing my best friend felt so wonderful I didn't want to stop. And I don't care how weird or wrong that may sound, I do intend to keep doing it for as long as he lets me. “That guy...” I still wasn't letting it go. I want to know if Jason was attracted to him. I would hate the thought of him thinking of another man.

“I would never kiss him,” Jason replied with a small chuckle, opening his eyes and met my already wide ones. I let out a dramatic exhale. “But I didn't plan on kissing you either.” He added quietly. I nodded, understanding his confusion. This wasn't a premeditated act from either of us.

“I know,” I whispered back. “Do you regret it?”  Jason shook his head. The confusion in his eyes though spoke volumes. He needed to understand what exactly this was and what was next. He also needs a proper explanation for the kiss before this one. The advantage of being his best friend is that I can often guess what he is thinking. Taking a step back, I suggested we have a seat and talk. Of course, his first question was why I had really kissed him the night before. I opted to tell him the truth and how spontaneous it was and how much confused I was after. He confessed to feeling disappointed when I had lied that it was a punishing kiss and that he was tempted to kiss me so that we both suffer. I pointed out that he wouldn't have had the guts, which made him frown and just to prove me wrong, he shifted, and before I knew it, he was on my lap slamming his lips to mine. The supposed talk was long forgotten.

His ass on my crotch did wonders as his tongue invaded my mouth as he devoured my lips earnestly. I let him control the pace as he saw fit. The problem was, my dick was hardening so rapidly, it wasn't a joke. I wonder if he can't feel it pressed against his clothed ass, or he is just ignoring it. Nonetheless, it was pure torture for me. Especially as he reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing my neck to tilt to the side. Heaven knows, he woke the sadist in me, and I wanted nothing more than to show him a part of my life he had no clue existed. The part of me that loves to tie, spank and dominate my partner.

“Jace…” I had to break the kiss. For his own good. But he didn't seem to understand that as he wiggled dissatisfied, only adding fuel to the fire. The sweet friction his ass offered had me jerking my ass up, needing more of it. “Stop please…” I begged. My cock, however, had a different plan. Pre-cum dripped as it got harder.

“Why?” Jason challenged. “Didn't you just call me a coward not long ago?” He smiled, biting his kiss-swollen lips.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you.” I rasped, squeezing my eyes shut with a sigh.

“Try me.”

“You are not ready.” I countered. “I doubt you will ever be. Plus, we need to talk.” I insisted. You see, with Viv she was already in the lifestyle before we met. She was a submissive in bed, yet a badass she-alpha to the world. I didn't have to initiate her into anything. All we did was discuss our likes, dislikes, limits, and what we expect from each other. It was fairly easy because though I love inflicting pain on my partners, it's not the intense kind. Something light and kinky goes a long way toward pleasurable encounters. But with Jason, I can't tell. And the reason I never told him about this part of my life was because of what his sister had gone through as a kid. Not only was she kidnapped for months, but she was also raped repeatedly while tied in some basement. She was barely twelve and though she survived somehow, those scars never left. It's a wonder she learned to trust a man, let alone love one.

It was back in college when I accidentally found out that I love dominating in the bedroom. A friend of mine hosted a party, and it so happens he was in the lifestyle, and I walked in on him pleasuring his woman. I was frozen on the spot, mesmerized by what I was watching. She was hung on the St. Andrews cross while the boyfriend, assailed her body and all she could do was moan wordlessly since a mouth gag was in place. Her pleasure was displayed on her face for the lover to see. I creamed my pants there and then. And since then, it was like I finally found myself. And there was no one else I wanted to tell more than Jason. But seeing as Brenda still has the scars on her wrist and ankles, I couldn't risk Jason misunderstanding me. Which is why I don't have a playroom in the mansion. I have a suite he doesn't know about, where I disappear to when I need to let some steam off.

“Does it have anything to do with taking a cock up in the ass?” He blurted, reddening instantly. I laughed, causing him to bury his face in my neck.

“That's just a small part of it.”

“But does it have to be solely me? I might not even enjoy it.” He grumbled, still hiding his face. There it goes. The topic I want so badly to avoid for a while at least.

“Can we just take small steps for now?” I asked,

“But I want to try more,” Jason whined, lifting his head. “Can I touch you?” He asked. I hesitated, knowing very well just a touch won't do, but before I could tell him just that, he reached out and traced my cock over the fabric. I attempted to push his fingers off, but he grabbed the hem of my trouser waist and ripped it open. The little restraint I had left snapped!