"Between friends, unspoken feelings can feel like a fragile thread pulled taut; one denies its existence while the other hides behind its delicate weave, both yearning for the courage to unravel what lies beneath."
Ian and Julian, long-time best fri...
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Exiting the stall, I closed the door behind me, the latch clicking into place with a hollow echo against the tiled walls. Taking a deep breath, I was met with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener, filling my nostrils.Approaching the sink, I couldn't tear my eyes away from my flushed reflection in the cracked mirror. My hands trembled slightly as I stared back at myself, a frown forming on my lips.
My hands still shook from the recent excitement in the bathroom stall, stained faintly with a reddish hue, raw from the friction of my desperate performance. I turned on the faucet, watching as the water washed away the evidence of my momentary lapse. The sticky sensation evaporated as the water flowed over my skin, leaving me feeling clean.
I felt so much lighter, I really couldn't resist the urge to masturbate, especially when my dick twitched and sprung to attention as soon as I reached the restroom.
My cheeks still flushed, and my breath came in shallow gasps as I replayed the events of the night over and over again in my mind.With a shaky breath, I glanced down at my hands, feeling my heart sink at the sight of them still stained red. I couldn't tear my gaze away, unable to escape the truth staring back at me.
The truth was that I had just masturbated, with none other than Julian on my mind. The memory of that night, weeks ago, was still fresh in my mind, arousing me to the point where my dick felt hard and uncomfortable against my briefs, refusing to go down until I tended to it, shamefully, in the bathroom.The sensation of Julian's skin, the taste of his lips, the sound of his moans—it all felt so euphoric, beyond words could describe.
And what was even stranger was, amidst the guilt and shame that should have been consuming me, there was a sense of detachment, a numbness that left me feeling strangely empty. I really can't explain it, I couldn't understand why i didn't feel the crushing weight of my actions bearing down on me like it should.
I felt...free.
As I washed away the evidence of my indiscretion, the water swirled and cascaded between my sticky hands, feverishly dropping from the sink.A sense of confusion swirled within me. Why didn't I feel guilty? Why wasn't I ashamed of betraying Unity in such an intimate way?
Despite these questions plaguing my mind, one thing was certain: I liked it. No, I loved it. What happened was addictive, stimulating, and made me feel in ways I never thought possible. I wanted to do it all again, but I still loved Unity with all my heart. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her or betraying her trust, at least not anymore.It was a challenge I didn't know how to tackle. Pretending as if nothing happened between Julian and me was madness at this point. I didn't want to lose Unity. She made me happy, and I loved her. But Julian was also important to me. He was my best friend, and I treasured him deeply.
