Lean With It Rock With It

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It took awhile for me to realize who I was meant to meet. Now I don't believe in all that "Everyone has a soul mate" kind of bullshit, but I do believe that every person was meant to meet someone. And that that someone would be a big part in their life, positive, or negative, to change them, and help them move forward in life.

It took me thirty four years to find my someone. It took me thirty six years to realize that I was in love with that someone, and that my best friend was that someone. It took me two years to cope with the fact that my someone was named Arin Joseph Hanson, and that I was falling for him, hard.

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Arin was an interesting subject for you. You had always really thought of him as just a really close friend. You two always joked about things of homosexual nature, but neither of you acted on the thoughts. So what if Arins smile appeared whenever you thought of things that you liked the most. And so what if every time a girl broke up with you, you'd smile a little, because you knew you could go to Arin for comfort. So what? He was just one of your favorite people, and you cared about him a lot.

You were on your way to Arins house now. You hadn't talked to him since Friday, when you finished recording the last episode of Super Mario Galaxy. It was a Sunday now, and you two were going to celebrate the finishing of the game that had took an entire five months of close quarters, personal boundaries breaking, game play. Arin tended to move when he played video games, especially when he was trying to do something that required skill, or if it was a boss battle. This habit resulted in Arin falling on, accidentally hitting, bumping into and brushing up against you numerous times. These actions absolutely did not make your pants tight, and you're 100% sure that Arin did not notice a bulge, even if there was one, which there wasn't.

You got out of your car and walked up to Arins door. He opened the door as soon as you stepped on the mat and pulled you inside. Literally. Arin tends to get excited when he sees you, mainly when it's just you and him.

"So I already picked up a movie and snacks for us and I got "The Last Unicorn" because I know it's your favorite and I got these coupons for Baskin Robbins for after wards and.." You drone Arin out as he continues to talk to you excitedly. You love it when he gets like this. Hanging out with him is nice enough, but the fact that he gets so excited is what you love about him, in a completely platonic sense of course. Arin was wearing a black tank top that fit his figure like a glove, as well as shorts that were bright pink and made your eyes hurt a little. You focus back on the things Arin is saying when you notice he is staring at you.

"Hmm?" You hum questioningly, raising your eyebrows.

"Dude stop spacing out." He raised his hand to smack your shoulder a bit "I asked you if you were planning on staying the night like you asked or not."

Shit you forgot your clothes!

"Uh yeah but I totally spaced and forgot my clothes man." You said, slightly hoping that he would tell you that it was ok, and that you could spend the night another night.

"That's ok man, you can just borrow some of my clothes." Arin said perky as fucking ever.

Yes you were excited to spend the night at Arins, but at the same time, you knew that every time you spend the night, you leave with your head in bonerville. But definitely not because of Arin.

You brought your attention back to Arin, who was getting the DVD out of the case.

"Man, where did you even rent this thing. What other rental service does anyone use that's not Red Box?" You strode over to Arin and plopped yourself onto the couch.

"I rented it from Netflix dummy." He talk-chuckled at you.

"Man who even rents things from Netflix?!" You scoff at him jokingly.

"Um hey, peanut gallery? Shut your trap and make us some popcorn" He laughed and looked back at you. In return of the snide comment, you stuck your tongue out at him, but got up anyways because who doesn't like popcorn and a movie?

Here are the stats for the movie:

· Two hand swipes over your knee

· Seven brushes on your leg

· Three climb-overs to go pee

· One asleep Arin on your shoulder at the end of the movie

· One raging hard-on at the end of the movie

At the end of the movie, you weren't sure whether to wake Arin up, or go 'take care of business' first. Unfortunately for you, you didn't have a lot of time to chose because you felt Arin waking up. When he finally opened his eyes, he immediately noticed the thing you least wanted him to notice.

"Aw man I'm flattered," he said chuckling " but I'm good."

You furrowed your brow at him,

"Man shut up." You frowned slightly and looked away from him.

"Nah man, I'm just joking. Hey ill go get us ice cream if you're gonna take care of..." he waved around at your crotch "this."

You were pretty sure your cheeks were bright red.

"Mmk, I'll have any sort of chocolate. Surprise me." you mumbled.

Arin got up and gave a thumbs up, grabbed a hoodie, and said still giggling "I'll text you when I'm on my way back, so I don't...walk in on something."

You nodded at him and as soon as his front door was shut, you bolted to the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and sat down on the toilet. You didn't want to waste time, so you shook your pants and boxers off, and stated to touch yourself. Your mind ranged a variety of topics, such as large breasts, threesomes, and women.

You Continue with your normal routine, up, down, up, squeeze, repeat, and as your mind drifts, you find yourself thinking of none other than Arin. His smile, the way he laughs, and the little touches. You think of how he licks his lips when he's around you, and how he bites them when he's cooking or when he's drawing. You wonder what it would be like if he were to be the one helping you with your situation. You wonder if he would even let you call him a name that no girl would ever let you call her. You wonder if he would be dominant, because you know that even though girls are hot, Arin would be magical. He would be beautiful. You wonder if he would love you, and stay with you.

All of a sudden you hear a door slam, and a familiar voice call out your name. You realize that you left your phone out in the living room, and shakily yell out at him "I'll b-be out in j-just a minute!"

you know you're not going to finish in time, so you hurriedly shove your pants and boxers back on and check how you look in the mirror.

Here are the stats of how you look:

· Two rosy cheeks

· One sweaty singer

· One still raging boner

· Many frizzy strands of hair

· One flustered YouTuber

You take a deep breath in and out, and open the door to go face Arin. You think about just telling him that you're not done, and seeing how he reacts, but you decide against it, and instead sit on the couch and quickly grab a pillow to cover your crotch.

"Man grody," Arin makes a silly face at you and hands you a regular chocolate ice cream, " you better have cleaned up in there. I don't wanna have to take a piss tonight and slip on jizz and bash my head in."