↔IMPULSE↔

↔Unthinkable↔

Blake could feel himself rapidly changing the more time he spent with Reese.

Reese looked at him with a blank expression, "what?"

Before he could lose his confidence, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Reese's jeans and tugged them away from his skin and letting the elastic band of his boxers snap back against his skin. "Pants. Off. Now."

With a strong lower body, Blake flipped them so he was on top. Reese's golden hair was pooling on the bed at the crook of his neck. His eyes were like sea glass as he stared up at Blake with a wondrous expression. 

It seemed like Blake had taken him by surprise by his forwardness, he obediently lifted his hips so Blake could get rid of his bottoms, tossing them off the bed. Reese was completely bare and he looked like a piece of art, like a painting come to life.

Blake silenced whatever smartass quip Reese was going to spot with a kiss, the kiss moved from his lips to his neck. Blake nipped at Reese's neck, shivering as Reese's hands ghosted his back, tracing down his spine.

He trailed down his chest, going lower and lower. Finally, he was settled between Reese's legs and gripped his length and tentatively licked the head. Reese let out a muted sound and his fingers slid into Blake's hair. Blake took that as encouragement and took him into his mouth. He felt Reese shudder and let out a groan.

Reese tasted a little salty and the preum leaking from tip was bitter but nowhere near as bad as his mom's cooking, a sad but true fact. Reese's erection pressed on his palate, Reese winced and tugged on his hair.

"Ugh, watch your teeth," Blake opened his mouth a little more and took more of Reese into his mouth, this time being careful of his teeth. Sucking dick wasn't the worst thing he'd done in his life, he kind of liked hearing the suppressed groans coming from Reese and feeling him twitch in his mouth. It made him satisfied to please Reese.

The insistent little tugs on his hair turned him on just as much as the noise Reese was making, another tug made him hum, the soft vibrations making Reese moan, "B-Blake, off. Mm, I'm going to—Fuck~!" 

Instead of pulling back, Blake took as much as he could into his mouth. Reese's hips jerked up making Blake gag a little as  warm liquid trickled down his throat. His throat wanted to reject it but with nowhere to spit it out he swallowed not completely put off by the taste. Sitting between Reese's legs he smirked and licked his lower lip.

Reese's tanned body was flushed and he was panting, strands of his hair stuck to his skin. Visibly shivering, he tapped his index finger to his lips without saying a word, Blake draped himself over his body and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Nose-to-nose, Blake laughed a little, "how can you want a kiss after I just sucked you off?"

Reese put a hand on Blake's ass and kissed him again, "how can I not? You looked hot."

Blake pressed his ass into Reese's hand with a sigh, Reese gave a squeeze and within a blink of an eye, Blake was up and heading towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Reese asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Um, I should shower. Y'know, uh, long flight and all," Blake was hard in his jeans and shirtless, chewing on his lower lip. 

The blond sat up, "why don't you come back to bed so I can help you out?"

As tempting as it was, Blake shook his head quickly. "I can take care of this myself. You should get some rest." Before Reese could say something, Blake was walking down the hall to the bathroom. He stripped and hopped into a hot shower only to realise he didn't bring in any clothes from his suitcase.

Blake was panting as he stroked himself, with a little shower gel, his finger was pressing into him. The hissing of the shower head covered up his whines as his finger searched for the spot inside him, when he found it he leant forward and his chest was pressed to the shower wall, rubbing against his sensitive chest.

He put his chin to his chest as pursed his lips to hold in the moans that were desperately trying to escape. I should've stayed in bed with Reese, Blake thought. He wanted Reese, a second finger entered him. Blake unpursed his lips to suck in a breath of humid air, exhaling, "fuck me..." His voice was unrecognisable to himself, whinny and needy, strangled moans. "Reese!" 

It was too much, the slick shower wall pressing against his nipples, his hand stroking himself vehemently as he thrust his fingers into his ass, Blake felt weak in the knees and shuddered as he came. 

It was driving Blake insane, he wanted to have sex with Reese. If they did sleep together, there would be no going back. How would Reese react? His best friend, horny for him. It would probably disgust him. Handjobs, blowjobs, they were one thing, but actually having sex with him was a whole different level.

When Blake finished showering, he went back to the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Reese eyed him from the bed, he was no longer completely naked, he wore a pair of  black boxers and lounged comfortably on the bed, his lime green cast resting on his abs. As Blake got dressed, he could feel Reese's eyes setting his body on fire. Once he pulled on a pair of boxers, he climbed into bed with Reese with his back turned towards him. Reese didn't say anything, he shifted and wrapped his arms around Blake, snuggling him.

Before Blake fell asleep, Reese murmured, "I really did miss you, Blake."

Don't say things like that, I'll really fall in love with you.