What My Best Friend Doesn't Know (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Fourteen: Ryan

James and I stand in his room hugging for what felt like forever. He had his head buried so far into my neck that I can feel his eyelashes brush my neck whenever he blinks or moves his eyes. I can feel my shirt getting damp from his tears too. 

I don't remember the last time he cried. I think it was at his mom's funeral. We were ten. His mom was in the military with my dad. A mission went wrong, and his mom ended up paying the price for it. My dad was the one who told James what happened. 

I feel James start to pull away from me. I almost don't want to let him go. 

"Your phone is buzzing," James says while wiping his eyes. 

Now that he said that, I feel my phone in my pocket. I guess I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize. 

I reach into my pocket and pull it out. Amy's face stared back at me from the caller ID. I sigh and answer it. 

"Hey Amy! This is kind of a bad time. Can I call you back later?" I say to her. 

"I mean I guess you could. I just thought I'd let you know that my parents just left for the weekend. Maybe you can come over after you figure out what's wrong with James?" She says from the other end of the line. 

I clear my throat as I watch James lay down on his bed. He lays on his stomach and buries his head in his pillow. I think I can see his shoulders moving like he's started crying again. 

"Amy um... I'd love to but I think I really need to stay here with James tonight," I say. 

"Oh... well there's always tomorrow I guess. Love you Ry," She says before hanging up the phone. 

I put my phone down on the nightstand by the bed, and  sit down next to James. He's crying again. He's really beat up over this. 

I place my hand on his back and slowly rub his back in an attempt to calm him down. 

"James listen... I'm really sorry for what your dad said. He shouldn't have said that. Your mom would understand if you did not want to go to Harvard you know that right? Your mom would want you to do what makes you happy." 

Soon after I said that, I feel James slowly starting to relax under my touch. He slowly stops crying. I feel his breathing begin to even again. 

"Are you feeling any better?" I ask quietly. 

I see him nod. He turns over onto his back and stares up at me. I sigh and smile slightly at him. 

"Thanks for coming over," James says, "You always know exactly what to do to make me feel better." 

I lean over him and give him another hug. When I pull away, I realize once again how close I am to him. I see him suddenly realize the same thing, but neither of us move away from one another. 

I want to lean down and kiss him. I want to show him that everything will be okay. I want these feelings to go away, and I thought they were going away once I got with Amy, but as I sit here with James now, I realize that they never went away to begin with. 

Fuck it. 

I lean down and I press my lips to his. I feel him react instantly. He takes a sharp intake of air through his nose and presses his lips gently back against mine. We slowly kiss and just breathe each other in. 

The kiss slowly becomes more than just a kiss. We start making out and before I know it, I'm straddling his hips. I slowly start to move my lips down his neck and soon find a spot to latch my mouth to that made his breathing turn into soft panting. I suck the spot behind his ear and listen to his labored breathing. I feel his hips slowly move up against mine and I let out a surprised groan. 

"Sorry," James says breathlessly. 

"Don't be," I reply while smiling down at him. 

He smiles back at me. I slowly slide my hands up and under his shirt as I start kissing his lips again. My hands roam his chest and stomach as we start to  make out again. One of my hands finds one of his nipples and I start to pinch and play with it. He sucks in a breath that makes me smile into his lips. 

I tug his shirt up and he sits up to allow me to pull it up over his head. He then cautiously reaches over to the hem of my t-shirt and starts to pull it up over my head. Instead of going down and attaching my lips to his again, I got down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth. He lets out a breathy moan in response and I feel his hips buck up to meet mine again. 

I groan and my hands slowly make their way to the buckle of his belt. I look up at him and he nods down at me. I unbuckle his belt and slide his jeans down until he is only in his boxers. I see the large tent in them and smile. At least I know I'm not the only one who's turned on by what we're doing. 
As I look down at the bulge in his boxers, my pants are suddenly feeling too tight. I sit up a bit and start to undo my belt before James grabs my hand to stop me. I look over at him thinking that he wants to stop, but then I feel his hands on my belt undoing it. He stopped me so he could pull my pants down himself. 

When he sees that I'm as hard as he is, he looks up at me and pushes me backwards so my head is at the foot of the bed. He's sitting between my legs and he slowly starts to palm me through my boxers. 
I groan and cover my eyes with my arm. I feel him hook his fingers into the hemline of my boxers and start to pull them down before he stops. 

"Is this okay?" James asks me softly. 

I quickly nod my head and soon feel my boxers being pulled down. Soon I feel a hand on my dick and I moan. I feel James put a hand over my mouth and he shushes me. 

"S-sorry," I say breathlessly. 

He continues to jerk me off before I'm a writhing mess under his touch. He removes his hand from my dick and I groan slightly at the loss of contact. I remove my arm from my eyes and look at him to see what he was doing. He looks at me and starts to pull his boxers down as well. 

I stare at him as he does so. I could cum right now just watching him pull his boxers off. 

He leans down and we start to sloppily kiss again and we start to jerk each other off. I thought I would be the first one to go, but I soon feel James go limp against my body and release onto my stomach. Soon after I release too. 

We just sit there for a few minutes and come down from our highs. His hand is still loosely wrapped around my dick, and when he  slides his hand off it makes me wince from overstimulation. 

"Sorry," he mumbles against my chest. 

He gets up and grabs a towel from his floor and cleans us both up. We both put our boxers back on, and lay down in his bed together. 

"No matter how good that felt... this still isn't right," James says to me. 

I nod but my eyes are starting to fall shut. 

"We'll talk about it in the morning I guess," James says, "Thanks for making me feel better." 

Soon, we both end up falling asleep.