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Chapter 12 Best Friends... with Benefit

Chapter 12 Best Friends... with Benefit

Later that night, I went to Damon's room to see how he was doing. He was finished unpacking and was using the computer, doing who knows what, sprawled out on his bed. I'm not trying to imply anything. I walked over and joined him, trying to get as close as I could to see what he was doing.

"Hey," he said lightly.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to get a good look at his computer screen.

"The usual," he said casually.

"Is that all you do?" I rolled onto my back and laid next to him, looking at the ceiling.

"Yes." I could hear his fingers flying across the keyboard. I closed my eyes and rested them for a while. I have woken up early this morning and I've been running around all day, my eyes are starting to hurt. Moments later, he shut off his laptop and set it aside on the nightstand.

"So, is there any guys that you're interested in?" he whispered. I know that he was close to me, feeling the bed shift under his weight as he his body was pressed against my arm, his warm breath on my face. I could feel his heart beat through the thin T-shirt that he was wearing.

I opened my eyes to look at him. He had propped himself on one arm and was staring at me. I decided that it was a good time to tease him. I had missed the old times  when we used to always joke around. I haven't seen Damon in two months. I batted my lashes at him and turned on my side so that I was facing him. Every inch of our body was touching. "Who do you think I'm interested in?" I said seductively.

Did I forget to mention how hot Damon was? Okay, it would be a little weird for me to think that he's hot since he's my best friend, but still.

I trailed my fingers up his arm, which had found its way around my waist. He was so hot and so well built that when I first met him, I just stood there stupidly, staring at him. I was lucky that he didn't mind my being overweight during that time because it was he who had helped me throughout all four years, from losing weight to everything else. I slowly trailed my fingers over his bicep and across his shoulder. I placed my hand against his hard chest and ran it down his abs after pushing him on his back and straddling him.

"Don't you think this is a little too much for PG-13?" he joked.

"Who says this was PG-13?" I asked innocently as I continued to run my hands over his body. He placed his hands over mine and pulled me down onto him, enveloping me in his embrace. I felt safe and relaxed, knowing that I can trust him no matter what. I placed my head on his chest and waited for him to say something.

He heaved a sigh before whispering into my hair. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I didn't reply. I didn't know what to say. I mean, although we've been best friends for four years, we have kept up the flirting and for some reason, our relationship had worked out like that. Although Sam notices that there's something going on between Damon and I, but he doesn't know what exactly is happening. Several times in the past four years, Damon and I had ended up making out in his room, either after some sort of heated argument or after I was dismissed after training. We tried to hide that from everyone else and we had managed.

"What are you thinking?" he asked me.

I looked up at him to see that he had let his guard down as well. His eyes were a shade of green, turning darker as he showed tenderness, but becoming lighter when he got angry. He had beautiful eyes, surrounded by thick and long eyelashes. His other features were also well defined, like his cheekbones, his nose, his eyebrows. "Nothing that you don't already know. I tell you everything," I accused him playfully as I hit him playfully as well.

"Did you lock the door when you came in?" he asked out of the blue.

"Yeah, why? You know I always do." It's true. Whenever Damon and I are in each others' room, we always locked the door after us. Although for the most part, nothing happens, we still do it just in case. You know, teenagers, how can we control our raging hormones?

"Then I guess it's safe to do this," he said as he got on top. He placed his mouth on mine gently, causing me to be ecstatic. My stomach was doing flip flops and Damon deepened the kiss. I ran my hands through his soft black hair. A moan escaped from my throat. His hands were moving over my body, feeling every inch of my body. His lightly bit my bottom lip, causing me to open my mouth and he took that as his admission ticket and we started a hot make out session. I heard him moan a couple of times and after a while, he pulled back to look me in the eyes.

The two of us were both catching our breaths, but I could see the lust in his eyes. He started kissing the corner of my mouth and started trailing kisses down to my neck, my collarbone and onto my chest. I pulled him up to kiss him again and my hands reached the hem of his shirt to pull it off of help. With his help, our tops were off. He reached around my back to find the clasp of my bra as he continued to trail kisses across my body. His hands expertly unclasped my bra, but he was patient enough to not remove it off of me.

I had felt his erection ever since we started making out. I could feel his manhood at my core, separated by a couple layers of thin cloth. His mouth was at the top of my shorts, his hands on my ass, massaging me. He got back up to kiss me again, his bulge at my core again.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked me between kisses.

I don't know whether or not I was thinking straight at the moment, but I wanted him.

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