Chester x Parker

Chapter 2 : Feelings

December 11th, 9:02 A.M., 2018
Chester's POV:

I woke up in my childhood best friend's arms. He was behind me with both of his arms wrapped around my waist. I felt myself blushing, trying not to wake him.
I turned my head back and glanced at Parker to notice he was still sleeping. I smiled. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I turned my whole body slowly to face him. I put my head down on my hands, resting on my pillow. I looked up at him from under his chin, curled into his chest. I closed my eyes again, enjoying the last moments I would be against him. A few minutes later, I felt him stir awake. I looked up and saw him looking down at me with a smirk.
"What?" I said while holding back a laugh.
"Dude, you're so adorable while you sleep. It was distracting," he said.
My face turned red. Did he just say that?
"Shut up!" I stutter while burying my face into his chest.
He put his hand on the back of my head and ran his fingers through my hair, playing with it for several moments before talking again.
"I'll go make breakfast," he told me.
He started to sit up, but I forced out a whisper that was barely able to be heard.
"Stay," I looked into his eyes, practically begging.
He didn't reply, he just lowered himself back onto the bed, resuming our earlier position.
My heart starting to race. I wanted Parker. I know he didn't want what I did, but how was I waking up in my crush's arms, in our house, platonically?
When I looked up to meet his eyes, his were already on me.
More specifically, on my lips.
I felt my stomach flutter as I moved my eyes across his face. I traced his features, lingering on his lips for too long, and led back to his eyes.
"Are you okay, you look a lit-"
"Chester, can I kiss you?" he blurted out with wide eyes.
I just stared at him with my mouth slightly open.
What the hell is going on?
I knew I should question him further, or pause to think about it, but I couldn't resist him any longer. I had been waiting since we were 16 years old to have Parker, and even if it's only for a minute, I would.
I started to nod my head quicker, pulling my face up to his. He put his warm hand on the back of my neck, using his fingers to grasp onto my hair gently. He was breathing heavily, while moving his face closer to mine.
"Parker, are you sure you want-"
He cut me off by firmly moving his lips onto mine. Although I was in shock, it felt so right, so real.
I put my hands on the back of his neck as he rolled over me, still holding me deep into the kiss. We broke away for a few seconds, regaining our air, but quickly I pulled him into another kiss.
It was desperate. The feeling of Parker's lips on mine was desirable. His body pressed against mine, as our lips kept parting and finding each others once again. As his mouth glided perfectly into mine, he bit my bottom lip lightly as I let out a quiet whimper.
He pulled away and looked me up and down.
"God, Chester, you don't know how you make me feel," he mumbled while running his hands through my hair again. With each kiss we became more passionate, wanting to soak in this moment forever.
Is this even real?
As Parker began to kiss my jawline and down my neck, I continued to lightly gasp for air.
"Parker," I said while out of breath, hardly managing to get his name out.
"Yeah?" he answered calmly, while still trailing across my collarbone.
"Am I dreaming right now?" I asked, hoping his answer would be no.
"It feels pretty real to me," he said in a whisper while kissing back up my neck.
He soon found my lips again, kissing me eagerly, proving to me that this was happening.
I felt his lower body press against mine, while I tried not to squirm as he leaned into my crotch.
"Fuck, Parker," I said while whimpering.
He moved his hips on top of me, slowly pushing deeper into my bulge. I gripped onto the sheets with one hand, using the other to pull him closer by his shirt.
He tilted his head and pushed his face as close to mine as possible, using his tongue to make contact with mine.
After what felt like hours of making out, Parker sat up slightly, panting like a dog.
"I- Maybe we should stop," he said while flipping onto his back.
I looked over to see him with his arms sprawled out over his head.
"Well, holy shit," he said with a slight wheeze of laughter.
I laughed and covered my face with my hands, still unable to believe what had just happened.

10:14 A.M
Parker's POV:

I glanced over to see Chester hiding his face in his hands. I wanted more of him. I wanted to pull his hands off of his face and kiss him all day, but I knew there were things to talk about.
"So, uh, what does this mean?" I ask hesitantly.
"What do you want it to mean?" he says while looking into my eyes.
"I don't know, but I hope that wasn't the last time that'll happen," I answer truthfully.
"Me too," he said with a smile.
"I have a lot of questions," Chester said while sitting up.
Now it was my turn to hide my face.
"Oh no," I groaned, still knowing he has every right to ask questions.
"Well, to start, do you actually like me or did you just want to kiss someone?"
I removed my hands from my face and sat up, using my arms to set him in my lap.
"I wanted you," I say while looking into his blue eyes.
"Well, when did you start to like me? Like this morning, or the night before, or-"
I cut him off.
"It's definitely been on my mind for some time. When we moved in together, I think that sparked it for me."
"Oh," he said while nodding.
"How long have you liked me?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I don't know," he replied, quickly averting eye contact.
We both knew he did know, but I guess he didn't want to say.
"Can I ask you about how I thought you were straight? If you're not comfortable talking about it it's okay," he reassured me.
"Yeah, it's alright. I'm pretty sure i'm bisexual," I say back.
"Have you ever had a crush on a guy?"
"Yes. You," I answered while smiling.
"Besides me, you idiot," he replied while shoving a hand in my face.
"No, you're the only person i've liked since my girlfriend in college," I say.
"So, basically i'm so cute that I made you gay?"
"Yup, pretty much," I answer.
A couple hours later, we had gotten out of bed and started the day. I had made breakfast, and we both had gotten dressed.
I took a drink of my coffee, sitting across from Chester.
"Are you a virgin?" he casually questioned me.
I spit my coffee across the table in shock. I covered my mouth and apologized, going to get a towel.
Once I had cleaned up the coffee, I sat back down in silence.
"Well?" Chester asks once again.
"Uhm...no," I say softly.
He nodded his head and took a drink of his orange juice.
"Already fantasizing about me?" I joke to lighten the mood.
"You wish," he said with a grin, standing up to wash his cup.
I came up behind him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and neck, resting my head on him.
"What's this for?" he asked me.
"Mmmm," I grumbled into his neck.
He turned around to face me, giving me a quick peck on my lips, and trying to walk away.
"I don't think so," I said while grabbing his hand and pulling him back to me. I began to kiss him again, wishing I had done this more. I crouched down and picked him up from under his thighs, setting him on the counter as I pulled him into me. His face was flushed pink, looking me in my eyes. His legs were wrapped around my waist, with his arms holding him up on the counter. I took his hands and put them around my neck.
"Should we... go upstairs?" Chester asked shyly.
I nodded and put my one arm underneath him, using the other to hold his back.
I began to carry him upstairs, feeling something pressing against me. I was going to ask Chester if he had something in his pockets, but I soon realized that his jeans were fitting tighter than before. I smiled slightly over his shoulder, to where he couldn't see me, and continued up the steps. Once I made it to my room, I closed the door behind me with one hand. I turned the lock, even though we live alone, you can never be too safe.
I began walking towards the bed, laying him down on his back. I was still on top of him, straddling his hips. I didn't know what he was comfortable with, but I leaned in to kiss him. He kissed me back passionately, before guiding my hand down to his jeans. I backed away slightly, looking him in the eyes, while he nodded back at me. I continued to kiss him, while unbuttoning his jeans before tugging at the zipper. I pulled them off and went for his boxers. Before continuing, I took off my shirt and threw it onto the floor. Chester began tugging at my pants as well, urging me to take them off. I listened to his command, leaving me just in my boxers. I pulled his shirt over his head, as he started to fully undress me. I started to do the same, pulling at the waist of his boxers. Soon enough, I was hovering over him, both of us fully bare.
Chester began to speak, his words coming out nervously.
"Parker, I have no idea what i'm doing," he said while looking into my eyes. His thin arms lay at his sides, while I take his hands into mine.
"I've never done this before," he said softly.
"I haven't either," I spoke slowly.
He looked at me confused, referring back to our earlier conversation.
"Well, you know, with uh, a guy," I said while turning red.
He covered his face and laughed. I pulled his hands off his face and held his arms to the side of his head. I looked him in his eyes before drawing my eyes back to his mouth. He put his hands on the back of my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. I put my hand on his chest, trailing it down his body, our lips still connected. I carefully put my hand around him, making his head fall back and a small gasp escape his mouth.
"Are you okay?" I questioned before doing anything else. He nodded quickly before pulling me back into him.
I could get used to this.

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