Practice Buddies? [TYDE]

Practicing

Gosh it was so dumb. Him and Clyde were dumb. Why did they do the things they do? Tolkien felt stupid and selfish. He had a girlfriend for god's sake.! Who he loved and cared about more than anything! What was she going to think? How could Tolkien sleep at night knowing she would be heartbroken and hate him if she found out? How could he continue to go on the cute little dates she would plan knowing that the night prior he was at Clyde's house doing something terrible?

Him and Clyde's little... "game" was supposed to be a one time thing! Not a two time thing.. then a three time thing.. then... oh god, Tolkien lost count.

It all started two weeks ago with Clyde ranting about how Bebe thought he was a bad kisser.

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"It's so stupid." Clyde huffed, throwing his head on Tolkien's pillow, it was one of those nice ones that only rich families could afford, "Bebe won't let me kiss her until I can prove I can kiss her better!"

"Prove?" Tolkien stretched out his legs and laid on his side, facing Clyde.

"Yeah!" Clyde rolled his eyes and laughed, "She says I only got like 'one chance' to kiss her at our next date on Saturday and if it's not better than 'the disappointment of a wreck of kiss' that I've been giving her, she's going to break up with me!"

"She's really going to break up with you over that?" Tolkien raised his eyebrow, "That's so stupid of her you guys have been dating for like forever."

"Yeah, I agree." Clyde rested his eyes, "She makes it feel like our next date is a fucking exam or something.

"Oh?" Tolkien joked, "Need help studying or something?"

"Studying?" Clyde opened his eyes and looked at his best friend. He then realized what Tolkien was implying, "Sure, why not? Sounds fun."

Tolkien wanted to say no, call him gay, call him stupid and slow for not getting the joke, but he was curious. He only ever been with Nichole, so what would it be like to kiss another person? Or hell, kiss another guy?

"Well, I was joking, but..." Tolkien licked his lips and hesitated for a second, looking off to the side, "I guess why not? Better to practice between us so we can be better for our girlfriends."

"Okay..." Clyde studied Tolkien for a second for any sign of sarcasm. He found none.

Tolkien propped himself up from the pillow he was laying on. He was weirdly nervous. What if he messed up and Clyde made fun of him? Oh god, he didn't think he could live with the embarrassment. Especially since the only reason they were doing this was because of the fact that Clyde couldn't kiss good enough for his girlfriend's standards. "Well uh, should I kiss you first?"

"Uhhhhh" Clyde blushed a bit out of embarrassment and thought for a moment, "Yeah? I think so. I'm honestly not sure how this works, but it can't be different from kissing a girl, right?"

"Right." Tolkien agreed, he was now staring at his best friend's lips. They were pretty small compared to Tolkien's and slightly chapped. He swallowed. Was he really about to kiss his best friend?

"Uh, are you going to kiss me or just stare at me  weirdly?"

"Oh! My bad!" Tolkien blushed and looked up from Clyde's lips. He quickly leaned in and kissed Clyde to stop the awkward aura from becoming to much for him.

The kiss was a small one, maybe lasting for less then a second, but Tolkien could still feel Clyde's lips on his even after they broke apart. He was surprised how soft Clyde's cracked lips were. He wanted to kiss him again, but he wondered if the other one would object.

"What the fuck was that?" Clyde flatly said.

"E-excuse me?" Tolkien eyes widened, his cheeks suddenly red with embarrassment.

"I told you to kiss me. I didn't mean just touching my lips for a second." Clyde rolled his eyes, "Anyone can do that, even me."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I meant kissing with tongue man! That's what Bebe is being a total whiny bitch about. Not about some pussy french kissing!" Clyde crossed his arms, he was disappointed, but wanted to give his best friend a safe way to say no to his request, "Of course, that might be to gay for you, which is fine. Seriously. But we both got our socks on still so its technically can't be gay."

"I-I guess you are right." Tolkien shifted in the bed, "This isn't gay. It means nothing."

"It means nothing." Clyde said in agreement.

To be fair, Tolkien shouldn't have been as he was at this point. He was sweating literal bullets trying to hype himself up to kiss his best friend, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.  It wasn't as if he hadn't kissed with tongue before, he did it with Nichole many times at this point. It was like second nature! Just something you did to make another girl happy!

But this was different, it made Tolkien blush more thinking about it and made him really happy. How could a kiss make him feel this way? He never felt this happy when he kissed Nichole before. Hell, the only time he ever felt happy when he kissed Nichole was when she would giggle like he just made a joke or whisper in his ear about how good of a kisser he was.

"I.. I will start." Tolkien kind of whispered to the other and moved closer to Clyde. He looked into his best friend's eyes with uncertainty and a little bit of curiosity. Tolkien put his hand on Clyde's cheek and closed his eyes. He then kissed his best friend for the second time that night.

At first they didn't do anything, just sat there with their lips unmoving. But then Clyde took a risk and moved his lips, and Tolkien returned the favor. Tolkien titled his head to the side so he could get better access to Clyde's mouth. The two remained like that for a hour a minute or so before Clyde pulled back.

"Was that okay?" Clyde asked, catching his breath.

"Yeah," Tolkien replied, his face flushed more then ever, "I think... I think we should try tongue this time. Especially since that's what you struggle with. "

"Right," Clyde scooted towards Tolkien to where he was practically on his lap, but just on the side of it. "Uh... will you start it or me?"

"Fuck, I guess me." Tolkien said flatly, he raised his hands from his lap and held Clyde's soft clear cheek with his right hand once more. He swallowed and kissed the other for the third fucking time that night.

However this time the two used tongue and that's when Tolkien realized why Bebe was so pissed. Clyde just stuck his tongue out and didn't move it! After ten seconds Tolkien pulled away from the kiss.

"Oh my fucking god Clyde!" Tolkien facepalmed like he was in a cartoon.

"What?!?" Clyde questioned, a tear forming in his eye from just being yelled at.

"You have to actually move your tongue, you know!"

"Fuck man I didn't know..." Clyde wiped that tear from his eye.

"Okay let's try again..." Tolkien sighed.

Tolkien counted that night. It was the only night he could keep count. They kissed about 23 times in a span of 2 hours, and it made Tolkien feel a certain special way that night towards his friend, but he did his best to ignore it. He was taken after all!

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Now Tolkien and clyde 'practice' whenever they hangout alone. Which nowadays tends to be every other day and Nichole is starting to get antsy. Saying how Tolkien hang out with her less and less lately and how he doesn't talk to her enough. He does! He tries to flirt back and keep the conversation rolling, but it just seems harder and harder to keep up with nowadays.