Our Last Summer (BarleyxReader)

Our Last Summer - Pt. 1

He raises his fist high into the air, a look of power over his face. You can see he means business. You've known Barley for years now, you two went to elementary school together, best friends since grade two. You were known as the rat pack growing up. You'd like to think that was probably because of the way you guys would whisper to each other in class, how it sounded like the squeaks of rats to eavesdroppers. You learned later it was because you two looked like you never bathed. Now grown up, graduated and forced to bathe regularly, you are getting ready to head off to university and say goodbye to your best friend in a few weeks. You're going to miss this, these moments of watching him get ready to roll for Quests of Yore, the passion in his eyes, the concentration across his face, his flexing biceps- wait no not that, friends aren't supposed to notice that, what are you thinking. Barley throws his fist down and releases the die rolling across the table and landing on the ground.

"Fuck! what does it say man?!" he asks you,

"I don't know its too far for me to see,"

"Well get up and see."

"It's your roll, you do it man."

"UGH! fine!," Barley gets up and walks behind you to get around the table, accidentally brushing his thigh against your hand, as he does a spark runs up your arm from the back of your hand up to the top of your head. That's not what it's supposed to feel like when your friend touches you, besides it was just an accident, right? you shake your head to clear your thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. He gets to where the die rolled and bends down to grab it. God his ass was perfect, just the right amount of fat and muscle. Fuck stop why are you thinking like that? He's your best friend, you try shaking your head again but that's just not working anymore. his ass is just calling to you. you get up and walk over to him, and place your hands around his waist. "Woah man, What are you doing back there??" he asks, turning his head to look at you. " oh my god im so sorry dude!" you reply as you let go.

What were you doing? You came over to his house to get in one last game of Quests of Yore before you had to head off to uni, not sexually harass your best friend. You step back rambling off your apologies to him, a blush creeping over your body "I didn't- I was just trying to, to- you see there was a-," you kept stumbling over your words, digging yourself into a deeper hole. How can you explain what you just did when you don't even know what you just did. By now Barley had stood back up and was looking at you funny, "Did you just try to touch my ass?"

You stuttered more apologies and felt yourself somehow get even warmer. He bursts out into a fit of laughter, all you can do is just stare at him as you feel your chest get tight. His laugh was just as big as him, if not bigger. It sent a shiver through your body. What are you doing, you need to stop thinking like that. He moves towards you, all you want to do is run away and hide but you can't seem to move at all, struck by fear and something else, something you can't quite pin.

"Well it took you long enough"

Your mind goes blank, you feel a chill replace the built up warmth in your body and your chest relaxes. "wh-wh-what," is all you can seem to get out. You're met with more of Barley's deep laughter. "You really don't think I haven't noticed you checking me out recently? Come on man! I know you've been looking at my belly whenever I go to grab something up high, or at my ass whenever I bend over."

You can't seem to make sound, your jaw just hangs open. "HAHA! Man you really think I'm that oblivious? I bet you haven't even noticed that I try to show off a little more for you when we're alone."

By now he's standing in front of you, "I'm not mad man, I liked it,"

You feel the heat returning to your face as he steps even closer to you. "I wanted you to look at me,"

He's close enough you can feel the heat of his body radiating off of him, "I was just waiting for you to make the first move."

He what?! Before you could even get a word out of your mouth you feel his hand cup the side of your face. Fireworks shot from his hand into your jaw and down your body, filling your body with electricity. Without thinking, you reach out for his rough cheeks and pull him into your face. Your whole body feels alive, sparked with life, overflowing with passion, ready for whatever comes next.

For a second it hits you what you are doing, you are making out with your best friend. The person you grew up glued to your side, the person who you shared your first crushes with, the person who helped keep you sane through most of high school, the person who you could never see leaving your side as you become adults, the person who was now sticking their tongue in your mouth.

Barley steadied himself and moved his free hand to wrap around your waist pulling you into him. He's taken over. He's in control now. He moves his hand from your face and puts it down by your waist. You move your arms past his head and grab him around his neck. He begins to slide both of his hands down your hips until they are right under your ass. He pulls you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist for stability.

He pulls away from you and leans into your ear, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this for."

His whispers send another tingle through your body. Leaning in further he nibbles your ear and moves his mouth to kiss along your jaw. You can't help but lean your head back and let out a few expletives.

You feel satisfaction, you feel a sense of completion. You're finally receiving something you never knew you needed, from someone you didn't realize you wanted. You are in pure bliss when something finally snaps you out of it. Barley has stopped kissing your neck and is now looking into your eyes. you can't help but stare right back into his and feel utterly and completely lost in them.

"What do you say we move things downstairs, man?"