Little More Than Platonic

Chris' Mom: #1 Cockblocker and Wingman

Fives minutes into the movie, Richard had already fallen asleep. His head was in the crook of Chris' neck, his breathing sending chills down his spine. His hand rested near his abdomen, making Chris' face heat up. He didn't want to move, but also prayed Richard doesn't move in his sleep. He wasn't paying attention to whatever movie they were supposed to be watching, he was paying attention to his friend instead.

Richard's legs wrapped around Chris', like a koala to a branch. Chris tried to reach for the remote on the coffee table, to turn off the tv. He tried to get it without moving his body, besides his arm, but failed.

His legs turned, releasing a moan from Richard. Chris froze, his heart pounding through his chest. His roommate stirred, but didn't wake up, only moved his body slightly. His breath hitched.

When he had moved slightly, their pelvis' became aligned, causing friction between both of the guys. Richard let out another moan, in Chris' ear, causing him to jump. He still didn't wake up at this, which both relived and worried Chris.

His phone started ringing, which did wake up Richard. As Chris answered the phone, Richard still didn't move from his position on Chris.

"Hey darling!"

"Mom? Why are you calling again?"

"Are you upset to hear from your mother again?"

"No...you just called at an unexpected time."

"Okay, anyway, are you still living with that boy...what's his name? Oh, Richard! Is he still around?"

Chris looked down at his roommate, who moved his legs, accidentally pressing his knee to Chris' crotch.

"Yea—ah!" Chris threw his head back, gasping from the contact.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?"

"Yeah mom, it was nothing. But yeah, I do still live with him."

Richard sat up, giggling at something, playing with the hem of Chris' shirt with one hand, the other on his hip.

"Do you think you can bring him down with you when you come?"

"Yeah, I'll talk to him."

Chris bit his lip, suppressing another gasp, as Richard's hand slipped under his shirt.

"Are you sure you're okay? Are you busy? Did I interrupt something?"

"No, no, it's fine!"

"It's okay honey, I'll call tomorrow. Have a nice time with whatever you were doing before!" Before he could object, she hung up.

"Why is your hand up my shirt?"

"I was trying to get your attention. It seemed to be working." Richard smiled, pulling his hand back.

"What was it you wanted to tell me?"

Then Richard kissed him.