The next morning, Folarin felt Chuka's eyes on him even before he opened his. He had apparently turned in his sleep and was now facing him. Folarin let out an exasperated sigh. "What?", he said groggily, eyes still closed.
He felt Chuka smile in response. His eyes fluttered open slowly to find that their faces were merely inches away from each other.
Folarin blinked and watched Chuka just stare at him. There was an intensity in his eyes that hadn't been there the day before. Folarin swallowed nervously.
"What?", he asked again.
"I lied." Chuka said, raising his head off the pillow. "I can't be with someone I can't kiss." And suddenly, his lips were on Folarin's before he could form a response. Folarin hesitated for exactly half a second before he took Chuka by the neck and kissed back. Chuka pulled himself closer until he was half on top of Folarin and the kiss deepened. They seemed to have perfect rhythm; each one knowing when to switch lips, this time passing control back and forth effortlessly.
The kiss had gone on for almost three minutes when Folarin felt it.
The lump had made the dreaded reappearance in his throat. It looked like that scratchy feeling from the night before had snowballed into this. Folarin's eyes flew open as he stopped the kiss.
Chuka looked at him. 'You good?', he asked with his eyes.
It's probably because he's on top of me. Folarin thought. He was on top of me when it happened before. Something in him must be allergic to not being in the dominant position. Yes, that had to be it. So, in one swift motion, Folarin flipped them both over until their positions were reversed, Chuka on his back and Folarin hovering over him. And then he reached down and resumed the kiss.
Their lips touched and they picked up right where they stopped, not missing a beat. Christ! Why does this suddenly feel good? Folarin checked mentally for the lump. Not only was it still there, it seemed to be growing in size, practically blocking his air flow. What the hell?
Folarin cleared his throat to see if he could dislodge it. No such luck. It instead seemed to grow the more they kissed. He struggled to breathe through his nose and finally had to stop the kiss again to allow air rush in through his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at Chuka who seemed to also be breathing heavily. What the hell was this?
Still hovering over him, Folarin's gaze fell below Chuka's face, and he let his eyes roam all over his best friend's upper body. From his beefy arms covered in black tribal tattoos to his tight, undeniably masculine abs and then his broad, unmistakably male chest, also tattooed on the left side of it - with the full names of every family member Chuka had loved and lost. It was an objectively attractive body. But it still did nothing for Folarin. He still had no desire to have sex with it.
And yet, Folarin now felt this strange, overwhelming possessiveness he had never felt before. Like he would leave a trail of dead bodies in his wake if anyone or anything attempted to take Chuka from him. Folarin felt his heart pound with rage at the very thought of it.
His confusion written all over his face, Folarin looked back up, to find Chuka staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes, mouth slightly agape as he let out short breaths. Then Chuka propped himself up on one elbow and reached his other hand up to Folarin's neck. He rubbed his thumb slowly behind Folarin's ear, then gently pulled him back towards him.
The kiss started slow, deliberate. They moved together until they lay side by side and Chuka wrapped both arms around Folarin and pulled him toward him. Folarin felt Chuka's hand rub his back in slow movements as they kissed, and it sent odd sensations through his body.
And then the kiss got urgent and frantic as both men poured all of their pent-up tension and frustration into it.
12 years. 12 years of needing but not knowing; of subconsciously wanting but not willing. 12 years of running away from something they both suddenly realized had been there from day one. The kiss went on and on and they seemed to be having a conversation with it.
At first it was a debate about what a bad idea this was; it could end really really badly. And then it was another contest to crown the better kisser. When they arrived at an impasse, it became a mission for each one to wipe all memory of every other kiss that had come before this one. And then it evolved into an argument about whose fault it was that this had taken so long to happen.
It was a kiss that said everything.
Unable to pull himself away from the snog that felt like a drug, Folarin felt another strange sensation join the party. It felt like...applause? And it was coming from the pit of his stomach. A flapping, fluttering feeling like his internal organs were either flying around inside him or clapping for him. It was beyond strange. He had never felt anything like –
Wait first...
And, with a dreadful realization slowly dawning on him, Folarin mentally went over his 'symptoms' one by one.
Difficulty breathing.
Heart thumping.
Fluttering that feels like butterf -
Ah, fuck!
THE END
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