Bad Ideas

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Chapter 4

Kamren

I'd thought about it all night after Stan turned me down. I thought about how beautiful Stan was. How kind he's always been. I thought about the nights in a few coarse places we'd wound up where he'd snuggle me in for warmth and I'd hold him all night. I thought about all the talks we had about our families and friends.

Stan was my best friend. And here he was with his hard dick that wanted me pressed against my back telling me no because he cared too much about me to take advantage when I was drunk. It was so manly. So nice. So loving that it made everything bad with Scott drift away.

I didn't think about Scott at all those wee hours of this night. I thought about Stan and what I was going to do to him in the morning.

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His lips were hot against mine, never leaving me not even when we fell to the bed. I loved how this felt. He was coveting me with all of himself, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped it up and down in a harsh jumbled mess of movements. I grabbed him doing the same.

"Oh, Stan. Oh....fuck." I whined.

His mouth drifted from my lips to my jaw, lining kisses down my neck. I was heady and feeling all of him with roaming fingers feeling freely. I'd wanted to feel this back and its muscles for so long that I refused to let an inch go by without nudging my fingers into his tight skin. He snaked a hand to my face, sticking two fingers into my mouth.

"Suck on them, Kam." He told me, licking my ear.

I whimpered, taking his fingers into my mouth sucking on them like he asked me to. I ran my tongue up and then down making sure to pool spit at the tips when he pulled them out. He grabbed my jaw with his free hand, seductively lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and licked me from chin to nose before prying my mouth open with his fingers to kiss my open mouth with nothing, but tongues. I was paying attention to how fucking dirty this was when he took his spit covered finger and pushed it inside me. When I moaned from the pleasure and pain it caused, he closed our mouths, eating my sounds with his body. I moaned even more, arching my back when he pushed in another finger.

"Fuck....my god...fuck, Bowers." I gasped and moaned over and over.

"You like this, soldier boy?" He asked me, I grew harder than I already was.

"Yes, yes sir I do."

He chuckled at me. "Are you ready for me?"

"Oh, I hate it when you talk. It's so....overwhelming." I whined against his body.

"Alright, I can be quiet." He kissed me then pulled his hand out of me, pushing my thighs up.

Without talking though, do you know what happens? Moaning and eye contact. And Stan could talk with his eyes from a mile away. At least to me he could. Like right now as he peered down at me pushing himself deep inside me slowly. He was saying a lot more than I could handle. It made my chest hurt with a warmth I forgot could be there.

I grabbed around his shoulder pulling him down to me to kiss him. My kiss wasn't like his. I wasn't trying to be sexy and godly. I just wanted to show him how I felt. And right then I felt like he was my fucking saving grace. So I kissed him with a pent up passion I'd long forgotten I could muster up.

"Fuck, Kam." He breathed into my mouth when I pulled away.

He was deep inside me now. The pain suppressed by the pleasure. He thrust into me hitting my prostate and I screamed from the way it felt, grasping him even tighter.

"Is that the spot, baby?" He asked, he pulled out and thrust back again harshly.

Baby, fuck. He called me baby. Why was he doing this? Why was he making it emotional? Stan is the most non emotional human being I've ever met. And here he is calling me baby, hugging me to him, making love to me in his nasty sexual way.

Fuck, I'm in so much trouble.

*****

Stan

"Yes. Fuck, yes." He screamed, tears streaming down his face now as I pulled in and out not stopping even when he begged me to.

"Too...too much. Oh, fuck, stop, Stan. Oh, oh god....no don't stop."

A horrible idea came to mind. I thrust into him to the hilt and stopped. Pushing his legs into his chest further. He looked at me through hooded eyes. I smirked at him, licking my lips and without saying anything, because he didn't want me to talk of course, I carefully spun him to his stomach without pulling out of him.

"Fuck you." He seethed.

I chuckled, but didn't respond. I'll be honest I was a little hurt by all this and I didn't know why. It was hard to explain that feeling of being used. When we were done here he'd never come for me again. I could just sense it. It was that despair that led me to be cruel to him in this sexual way. It was also why I couldn't look at him anymore.

"Fuck....I'm going to cum." He screamed as his body tightened around me. He twitched and squirmed. I put a hand on his shoulder holding him down, another reached around him grabbing on to his dick.

"No...no more." He cried out. "Oh. That's so good. Fine a little more."

Of course I kept going. I could feel his girth in my hand and I could feel his puckered ass suck me in tighter. All of it mixed together finally made my anger slide away so I could finally thrust into him once more bringing my own orgasm to its highest point.

"Fuck." I whispered into his shoulder falling onto him after my explosion of sex.

I rolled off of him, going straight to the bathroom. I shut myself in and locked the door behind me so he couldn't see my tears. I put my hands in my hair and muffled my cries with a towel that hung on the back of the bathroom door.

Dear God I was in love with my best friend and fucked him stone cold sober. I was in trouble.