Rhett's POV
I'm such an idiot. I'm such a fucking idiot. First I give my best friend a handjob, then I push him away whilst he was kissing me? He needed me and I left him when he was the most vulnerable. Fuck he was probably slicing a knife into himself now. Standing from the park bench, I slowly turned and faced Link's house. I needed to set aside everything and I needed to help him.
In both my frantic ventures in and out of Link's house, I hadn't noticed the mess of his house. The unusualness of this brought my brows together. Dozens of beer cans, piles of what I assumed to be vomit, and splatters of blood scattered over the floor, staining my vision. Hesitantly, I hoped with all my will that Link would be on his bed, rocking himself to sleep like the old days. Instead, the sight scarred my vision.
Low growls, knuckles, blood, the shattered mirror and a bloody image of myself surrounded him. A freshly sliced cut and a gruesome smiley face etched into his thigh.
He looked up. Relief spilled onto his face. But I didn't see that. My face was already buried onto his shoulder clutching him like I would never let go.
This time, I wouldn't run away.
Grasping his face in mine, I brought our lips together. I felt him immediately relax, allowing access, allowing me to explore his mouth. He got up, our lips still connected and backed up onto his bed, his legs around my waist. Fumbling with my belt, he slowly brought down my pants, exposing my semi-hard cock.
Looking up at me with his icy blue eyes, his eyes begging for permission. In response, I placed his hand onto my dick. Palming me through my pants, I moaned in pleasure, pleasure for my best friend, a man who I had hopelessly fell in love with.
Placing a gentle kiss on my dick, he used his mouth, removing my boxers, exposing my dick. With a wicked grin, he teased the head with the tip of his tongue, tasting my salty pre-cum. Expertly, he slowly took in my dick inch by inch massaging my balls simultaneously. I moaned through every second, my hands grabbing his head, thrusting my dick deeper into his throat. This man, could handle a 9 inch dick but couldn't even handle a raw tomato. I chuckled silently to myself. Grabbing my hand he placed it on his cheek, where my dick's tip was located. This did it for me, I moaned Link's name while spilling my cum into his throat. He gladly took it all in.
Switching sides, a wicked smile lit up my face, as I traversed his body, leaving marks across his chest, hungry for him.
