Keep Me Close - Joshler

5

(Back to Tyler, also some slight smut ahead)

I'm somebody's BOYFRIEND. I can say that I am somebody's boyfriend, not a girlfriend. I am my best friend's boyfriend. I can't believe it.

The next week, we decided to have dinner at his house. We spent the time before dinner was ready up in his room snuggling and exchanging kisses until he got a little more serious. "Tyler." He broke our comfortable silence. My heart still skipped whenever he called me that. I was still Tear around family and friends, though.

"Yeah?" I replied, looking up at him. "I did some research and I don't think you should be binding like that anymore." He said. "I don't really have a choice, Josh." I answered. "We can buy you a real binder." He suggested. "I don't have the money for that." "I do." I felt my eyes go wide at that.

"Wait are you serious?" I asked. He nodded. "I told you, I did my research." He elaborated. He got up and grabbed his laptop from under his bed, flopping it onto the comforter. I watched him go into his bookmarks and go on a website I dreamed of shopping from. GC2B. He knew.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, pointing to the links on screen. "I want a plain black one, please." I said shyly. "Not a nude one?" He asked genuinely. "The black one is fine." I showed him which one I wanted and told him my size, soon enough a screen came up saying the order was processed. "In about a week, you'll have a real binder." He said smiling. I smiled too, tears forming in my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around him and sat in his lap, face in his neck. "Thank you so much." I mumbled against his skin, fighting off happy tears.  He kissed my head and started rubbing my back. I couldn't stop myself from kissing his neck gently. As I left the small kisses, I felt him tense up underneath me a little. That only spurred me on.

As my kisses started getting slower, he reached in front of him and closed the laptop shut and I heard him carelessly set it on the ground beside his bed. I kissed high up on his neck near his ear and heard his breath hitch. He moved to where he was laying down but I was still in his lap.

Kissing turned to nibbling, and rubbing my back turned to gripping my shirt. I kissed until I heard a moan, his grip getting tighter. I couldn't help but smile against his skin, beginning to leave a hickey. His moans were like music to my ears.

Once I was done leaving a hickey on his neck, I pulled the neckline of his shirt down to expose his collarbones. I started leaving marks on them, feeling something hard in between my legs. "Tyler, fuck." He whispered. "Are you getting turned on from this?" I asked, looking at his reddening face. He nodded, clearly embarrassed. I felt something in me switch and I couldn't stop myself from what I did next. 

"Yeah?" I teased, grinding my hips down very slightly. His eyes shut and he nodded frantically. "Yeah." He said, breathing going wild. I sat up so I was straddling his hips, hands resting on his chest. "This is cute." I said quietly, looking down at him as I started grinding against him again. His hands started trailing up my thighs and I felt my skin tingle underneath his touch. 

His hands massaged the skin under my shorts, but I didn't feel like letting up. I felt his fingers dig into my skin as I started grinding harder. I loved seeing him so small; so submissive. My hands traveled up and down his chest lightly and I felt him shiver underneath me. I couldn't help but moan as it got harder. Even though it felt so good, I loved seeing him needy.

So I stopped. 

"No Tyler please keep going." He pleaded. Words couldn't describe how I felt. It felt powerful, to say the least. "Why?" I asked in a teasing tone, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair. He only let out small stutters as I stared down at him. "Use your words." I whispered against his lips while tugging on his hair slightly. He groaned, hands gripping my thighs harder.

"It feels really really good." His voice shook. I couldn't help but smile before kissing his lips softly, massaging the sensitive parts of his chest. What has gotten into me? "I like seeing you helpless." I teased. "Please." "Please what?" I loved this. "Please keep going." He practically begged.

I sat up again, grinding harder and faster this time. I moaned as he threw his head back. I knew he was getting closer, and I was too. I smiled as his hands started traveling under my sweatshirt. "Tyler I'm-" He couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Dinner is ready!" His mom yelled up the stairs. Although I wanted to finish, seeing him so frustrated was beautiful. "Please no Tyler." He begged, gripping my waist. "It's dinner time." I said with a smirk, wiggling out of his grasp. He groaned and I laughed at his frustration. I sent him a sly smile as I left his room and ran down the stairs, acting like nothing happened.

I came downstairs and greeted his mom with a pleasant smile while grabbing my plate and shoveled spaghetti onto it. Josh came down a few seconds later, large hoodie on that conveniently covered both the bottom of his neck and his crotch. 

"We're sitting at the table for dinner tonight, kids." His mom announced as everyone was getting their food. "Why?" Jordan asked. We all thought the same thing. "We haven't done it in quite a while, just all of us." I mean, she wasn't wrong. I started brewing up a plan in my head. Josh looked a bit nervous as I sat down beside him. I couldn't blame him; I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. 

He started relaxing a bit as a few minutes passed of us just eating and talking. I wanted him on edge, though. 

I used my fork with my right hand, but I started sneaking my left hand onto his thigh, so light that you could barely tell they were touching. He took a deep breath as my fingers teasingly trailed up and down his inner thigh. I was just pretending everything was fine, though. He was trying to do that too.

He began coughing as my finger circled around the tip of his cock through his thin shorts. Jordan shot him a strange look, but kept going. We were in our own little world as everyone else around us ate and talked. After a minute, I started to lightly palm him. He was breathing heavy through his nose as I pressed down harder and harder. 

"Ty please I'm close don't make me cum here." He whispered in my ear. I shook my head wordlessly as I took a sip from my glass of water. He looked at me with desperation and I shrugged playfully, gripping harder and starting to pick up the pace, all the while continuing to eat.

Within a couple minutes, his breathing was picking up. He was looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to him before he turned to me one last time and shut his eyes tight and let out a low groan. Everyone turned to look at him and I felt his shorts get wet.

"Are you feeling okay?" I played dumb, faking concern. He looked at his mom across the table and made a hurt expression. "I'm just not feeling well. I think I'm gonna take Tear home right now then go to bed." He lied. "I'll take care of our plates, grab my bag and your keys from upstairs and we can head home." I played along, getting up from my chair.

"Don't worry about the plates, Terra, I'll take care of them." His mom said. I nodded at her with a smile, rushing up the stairs to grab his keys and my bag. I couldn't help but laugh to myself when I was by myself. I didn't know what came over me, but I loved it. 

As soon as we got into his car, he grabbed my face and kissed me roughly. I smiled when he pulled away and faked a grumpy expression. "I'm gonna get you back for that." He said, starting the car. "You loved it." I said, grabbing his wrist and putting his hand on my thigh. He squeezed it gently.

"I did." He admitted. "I've never seen you like that. So dominant. It's hot." I couldn't help but feel my face go red. "Should I do it more often?" I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Please."

(I just really wanted a story where the trans guy tops the cis guy, sue me)