Closer

23. (nsfw)

Brett locked the door behind them and started feeling up Eddy's thigh, leaning heavily against him as he did. He knew what he needed to do to make Eddy feel good and if that's what he needed to do to keep his best friend he would.

"F... Fuck, Brett," Eddy whimpered as Brett pulled down his jeans. He was already hard against Brett's hand, and a wave of guilt passed through Brett. He knew this was wrong.

"W... We have to be quick, Eddy..." Brett stuttered as he clumsily grabbed his hips and lead him to the bed. Eddy nodded and fumbled with the button of Brett's trousers.

"J... just fuck me, Brett..." Eddy gasped as he felt his hand between his thighs, spreading his legs for better access. "Make me feel good, please."

Brett slipped his hand into Eddy's boxers, brushing past his hard member and down to prepare his ass. The thought that they had no lube struck him.

"H... how can I... Eddy, lube?" Brett asked as he pulled up Eddy's t-shirt and leaned down to lick his nipple. Eddy leaned his head back in a moan.

"Just spit on it or something, I don't care. Fuck me," Eddy almost begged, pushing his hips up to Brett's hardness. He loved having that effect on Brett, and he willed himself not to feel bad about it.

"God, that's hot," Brett groaned and pulled down Eddy's boxers. He had to admit he was so turned on by this, by the excitement of potentially getting caught, by the adrenaline. He knew he'd have to deal with the crash of that adrenaline later.

"Come on, Brett... Please," Eddy begged, knowing Brett liked that. He leaned forward and tried to pull down Brett's trousers and underwear. Brett helped him. "I just want you one last time. Please."

"I'm gonna fuck you real good, okay? But you really gotta shut up about this, okay? Promise?" Brett asked as he spat on his hand and rubbed it on himself and the opening he was gling into in an attempt to get some lubrication. Eddy looked up at him with dazed eyes.

"Promise. I want you to be happy. Won't ask anything else of you after this, Brett," Eddy moaned as a finger was slipped inside him. God he'd miss being this close to Brett. "Just please, give me this."

The thumping of the bass from the living room set the pace as Brett pushed himself inside Eddy, noticing how much more resistance there were than usual thanks to the lack of lubrication.

"Don't let me hurt you, Eddy," Brett begged, closing his eyes as the pleasure caught him. He knew this was bad, he knew it would come back to bite his ass. "Please."

"Don't worry about me, Brett, just..." Eddy breathed, grabbing a hold of the pillow behind him. He loved how Brett made him feel. "Fuck."

Brett felt himself sober up more as the pleasure built with each thrust. There he was, cheating on his girlfriend with his best friend. Holy shit. How badly could one guy fuck up?