Love or Lust (One Shot Compilation)

My Cuddle Buddy

Is it...gay, I think that's the term I wanna use, for a guy to like cuddling. No? What if you like cuddling with your best friend? What if your best friend is a guy?

I feel like it is no problem at all. For us we just kind of get each other. This was what we needed and we have an agreement. I needed someone who liked cuddles just as much as I did. Someone who would make me feel safe and secure while I nap with. He needed a soft smaller supple body to hold while he napped and chilled. He was a pretty tall guy with quite a bit of muscle mass and I am pretty short standing at 5'6 and he at 6'2. It was perfect.

He was straight and I was still figuring out my sexual identity.

That day we were hanging out at his house. His mom was working the graveyard shift that night so we had the house to ourselves but, every time we hung out he was always ranting about something. That day, like always, there was a complaint about yet another issue in his "hard" life. I never understood it. Malcom was lightly tanned, tall, muscular, by no means was he ugly. He had short messy light brown hair, eyes like jade and a jawline that was so chiseled it was like staring at the statue of David. I, on the other hand, was slim and lanky with a blue medium fade hair cut. My eyes deep caramel with a tinge of green lining my outer iris. My skin was fairly pale considering I was not one to go outside much. I was the school 's local DJ and MC.

He was going on and on and I couldn't help myself but say, "Don't you think us less attractive people have actual problems to worry about other than listen to you beautiful people incessantly bitch and moan about how hard being sexy is?" He stopped to look at me in awe as I continued to work on a new mix. For a good long minute, it was just the low grumbling of the music on my laptop, quite unnerving. "Is there a reason why ur oh so quiet all of a sudden?" I Inquired but he didn't answer. Again I questioned the silence as I turned to him, "Hey are you-" I had to stop midsentence cuz he was staring at the ground with slight tears running down his cheekbones.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered gently. He picked his head up and said once more, "I'm sorry..." "Shit," I sighed, "No I'm sorry I shou-" "No I'm sorry Mauro," he interrupted wiping away the product of his light weeping, "I shouldn't have made such a big deal about it bro."

Dammit, Malcom always does this. He makes himself the victim then owns up to it. It just makes you want to respect him for it. "Look I get where you are coming from Mal. It is hard to be popular and surely you've come to expect that most girls just want to see how big you are..." I tensed the moment it left my lips. He looked at me in shock. Crap why did I say that? Malcom already knows that I am still trying to figure out what I want and who I want. Then as if on cue like in a romcom his sad frown quite literally turned upside down. He swapped his dejected look for a fiend like devilish simper. "Oh I get it, so you want to see my dick?" He said cheekily. "Well, that was a quick recovery," I nervously said, there was no going back and I had to jump ship before he could, like many of the other guys at school, make fun of me. I quickly said my farewell, "Later bro..." I just bolted. SLAM! But, to no avail.

His hand clapped the door shut and then he began, "You're just gonna leave without your bag and laptop Mauro?" "Yes." I plainly and tried again to leave but, he shut the door again as soon as I turned the knob to open it. "Mal..." I began to tear up because at this point Malcom had pinned me against his door like prey It was kind of arousing. I suddenly felt uncomfortable yet, it wasn't because my personal space was being invaded. It was the constriction forming in my shorts. Fuck it wasn't kind of arousing it was just plain lustful.

"I have a proposition, Mauro" "Big words coming from a guy who doesn't know what an atom is" I snapped back in sarcasm. He leaned away from me slowly. As if trying not to make any sudden movements that would cause me to go running.