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Best Friend's Brother (gxb)

CONTENT WARNINGS: grinding, biting

          I sit on the porch, taking a sip of my beer as I take everything in. I came down here a few days ago from college to surprise my best friend, who I sadly haven't seen in the year since I've left for college. This morning I knocked on the door, and when he had opened it, he jumped on me, laughing and begging me to stay with him and his family. I accepted, willing to get every moment of our time together soaked in as possible.

          Now I sit in the cool night air, long after everyone else has gone to bed, thinking about how I'll be leaving again. How in just a few days I'll go back to college, and the worst part is, I don't know when I'll see him again. The thought kills me, and I sip again at my beer, letting myself get lost in my thoughts.

           I get so lost I don't even here the door open. When Liam, my best friend's brother, taps on my shoulder, I practically jump out of my skin. "Holy fuck, you scared me." I laugh, relieved it's only him. I take another sip of my beer to calm my jumpy nerves, trying to relax back into the calmness I had before.

          "Sorry." He laughs, and I hear the pop of a can, noticing he brought a beer out as well. "You okay, Sylvia? I know it's not really my place cause of my brother, but I'm always here too." He looks over at me, his eyes kind. I've never been close to him. When I would come over during high school to hang out with my best friend, he was always in the background and fun to be around, but we never did one on one. Now that I think of it, this is our first time together alone.

           I nervously pick at the label to my beer, nervous about sharing details with him but also knowing from my years of experience with other kids in our town that he's a trusting person. "I guess..." I look ahead of me, trying to keep my emotions at bay. It's always been so much harder for me to tell them to other people. "I guess I'm just scared of leaving your brother again. I love him but I'm worried we'll grow apart."

          A silent tear rolls down my cheek and I turn my head from him, trying to hide the motion of me wiping it away. He takes my beer from me, curling my body into his. He strokes my hair, holding me tight to him. "You guys have been through everything. You'll get through this." He keeps holding me as I cry, a year of emotions finally coming to the surface.

           I look up at him, wishing to thank him. When I do, I notice how close his lips are to mine, how easily I could just kiss him. What surprises me is how much I want to. I suppose tonight is the night of letting suppressed feelings come to the surface, because I finally realize how badly I've wanted him. How I hadn't even know, but right now, I know for sure.

           He looks away from me, pushing me off of his body. "It's a bad idea, Sylvia." He turns his body from me, running a hand along the back of his neck. "You're just sad and want this. You'll regret it, and it would kill me if you do."

            I grab his jaw, turning his head towards me. "I won't regret it Liam. I want this, I want you." Uncertainty flashes through his eyes as he scans my face, and I silently pray that he'll kiss me. I look at his lips, slightly parted, and everything flashes by so fast.

          He grabs me quickly, pushing his lips to mine as he holds me close against him. His mouth devours my own, and he kisses me like a man starving, with years and years of built up passion pouring out into this specific moment. I feel every ounce of his want for me and I kiss back with an equal fervor, the two of us fighting for control, fighting to just get closer.

           He pulls me into his lap, parting my legs around either side of him. My body searches out for his hard length, and when our cores touch, I grind against him mercilessly, needing friction on my clit. He growls into my mouth and it only eggs me on. I shift my hips, looking for the perfect angle to allow us to lock together and I grunt, annoyed I can't find it. Annoyed I can't get the perfect angle against my body to get my blood rushing white.

          He picks me up, my legs still around the waist, and lays us on the floor, him on top of me. He works himself hard against me, finally finding the angle I've been searching for. I gasp out, the friction of my pants and his dick on my clit driving me wild. It's like we fit together perfectly and we both groan at how good this feels, at how wrong this feels. We both know the consequences, but in this moment, none of that matters.

          "Can I fuck you?" He says as he keeps rubbing against me, his breath hot against lips. He dips his head back in, and I groan at the feeling of his body, my own body electric with the heat we have. I nod, eager to feel him inside of me, needing to know even just one time what I've wondered deep down all these years. "I need a verbal answer, darling." He bites my lip softly, making sure I pay attention to his words.

          "Yes, fuck, please Liam." I grip his hips, needing him closer, needing just, more. "Please touch me." He groans out into my mouth and he slowly lifts my skirt, his fingers brushing the skin of my legs, causing tingles to erupt throughout my body. I arch my body closer to him, begging out for him to take me, to fuck me. He groans again as he unbuckles his belt, taking his length out.

          "Don't be too loud, love." He covers my mouth with his hands as he moves my panties to the side, slowly sinking into me. It's like butter as he does, and we both moan at how easy it is for him to be inside of me. "So fucking wet for me Sylvia." He bottoms out, his hips tight against my own. "It feels so good."

          His words egg me on, and his cock hits every part of me that tingles. My toes curl as he starts to move, and I bite his hand lightly, trying to keep myself from moaning out. He groans at my bite and his pace quickens, driving us both crazy, pushing us closer and closer to the edge. He lowers his head to my neck, biting and licking it as he pummels into me and I try to hold back, try to hold onto myself as long as possible. I never want this moment to end.

           But everything ends eventually, and I feel myself reach a high, by body arching from beneath him as I come waves and waves, the euphoria making my vision fuzzy. I feel him quicken inside of me, fucking me hard and fast, before he too comes, biting my collarbone hard as he works himself through his orgasm. His pushes my own on and we both stay in this state, this euphoria we worked ourself towards.

          We both collapse on the ground, tired and sweaty, recovering from our highs. He brushes my hair out of my face as he pulls out of me, tucking himself back into his pants. "I wish you could stay longer, Sylvia. I wish for so much."

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