Naughty and Romantic One-Shots (boyxboy)

Just Friends.....Or More?

*Boyxboy *

James looked up at me, eyes wide with shock. “You did what?”

I looked away and repeated myself. “I broke up with her.”

“Ok, but why? I thought everything was going fine.” He asked me, the look in his eyes strange and……hopeful? Maybe I could do this after all.

Sitting next to him on the bed, I leaned slightly towards him and said, “I told her I was sorry, but I was in love with someone else.” At my words, he flinched and his eyes flashed with pain before they became blank.

“W-wh-o? Do I know her?” he whispered, looking away from me. God, he was beautiful. And I had been in love with him for the last 3 years. I tried to deny it, to ignore it. He was my best friend, but that fateful day 3 years ago had opened my eyes and I couldn’t forget. It wasn’t until recently that I began to notice certain things about how he acted that might mean he feels the same way about me. I couldn’t hurt him or myself anymore with stupid, pointless attempts at dating women. Not if there was even the slightest chance at happiness.

Lifting my hand slowly, trembling with nerves, but unwilling to back down, I slid my fingers across his jaw and turned his face back to mine. At my touch, he jumped and his eyes flew to clash with mine. “Not a her, but a him……,” I murmured back at him. My gaze searched his, watching as so many emotions flashed by them. The sadness morphing into shock, disbelief, and then finally hope. He raised a hand up and laid it over mine.

“Nick?” James questioned, voice quavering with tension and disbelief.

“God, James, now that I’m here I don’t know what to say. I had everything all planned out and now looking at you all I can say is, I love you. I love you so damn much it hurts. ” I dropped my hand and buried my face in them. I couldn’t bear to look at him because if he didn’t feel the same way, then I had just lost my best friend.

I heard him shift slightly and resigned myself to him getting up and walking away. Hell, I’d be grateful if that was the worst it was, though that would be bad enough. Clenching my eyes shut, I rested my elbows on my knees and rubbed my eyes with palms of my hands. “I’m Sor-,” my words were cut-off by his hands grabbing my wrists and yanking them away from my face. Opening them in shock, I saw him kneeling before me, staring at me with happiness shining bright from his face.

“Did you mean that?” he demanded. I could only look at him, drinking the sight of his smile. His smile! Wait, he wasn’t mad?

“Yes,” I began, but was cut off once again but this time by his lips on mine. I groaned instantly at the feel of his soft, lush lips on mine. His grip on my wrists loosened as he slid his hands up my arms to entangle in my hair. He growled and held me closer, moving forward on his knees until he was between my knees and leaning firmly against my body. He was so tall that even on his knees I hardly had to lean down to kiss him. The thought of that long, lean body sliding against mine didn’t compare to the press of it against me now. Each fantasy I had ever had, didn’t come close to just this one moment.

James licked at my mouth, begging sweetly to be let in. I moaned and parted my lips, panting in need. The moment he could, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and explored every inch. My moans and whimpers of need continued, only getting louder as he pulled my head back and kissed and nipped his way to my neck. He hit my sweet spot with ease, biting down and sucking. My hands gripped his back and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him tighter against me. My hardness ground against his muscled stomach, the thinness of my pajama pants and his t-shirt not hiding a thing.

Growling, James kissed his way back up to my mouth and pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, bit down demanding entrance again. I gasped loudly, allowing him to sweep his tongue across mine and into my mouth. Seconds, minutes, hours later, I couldn’t tell; he pulled back and looked at me, breathing heavy.

“I love you, too, Nick.”

The end.