Lies On The Lips

Part Fourteen

Copeland

If I let my brain think too hard, I start to panic. What the hell am I doing? I'm not gay, I'm into girls, not guys. As soon as my brain decides to shut up, it's my heart that reminds me.

It's just Brett.

Gay, straight….whatever. None of that matters, it's not important.

The hot, trusting look in his brown eyes squash all doubt. It's like something deep inside me craves to cling to that same part of him. Whereas with Ashley I felt hollow, empty, but with Brett I felt complete. Right now his gaze fills me with longing and desire. I want to give him every bit of me, everything he wants. What we both want.

As much as the idea of fucking him excited me, I also know I need to patient. I need to be gentle and careful. I refuse to hurt him just to get off.

He rested his hands on his abs as his legs dangled from the bed and I took in his flawless body.

"I don't want to hurt you Brett."

He smiled and ushered me to move closer. "Come here, I don't bite."

I kneel one knee between his legs as my hands rest either sides of his head. "I should have known," I choked a little. "That I've always loved you, I'm sorry."

Touching his cold fingers to my cheek, he smiles. It's warm, inviting. "It's okay," I shake my head as I rest my forehead to his. "Honestly Cope."

"Where are you going to let me ink up this skin one day?" He smiles, crooked and boyish.

"Wherever you want." My heart thumps with pride and nerves. I know my drawings are good, and one day I’ll learn how to put them on people, but it still unnerves me a little.

"Where? If you had to choose." His hand slides up his chest to where his heart is and he marks the spot with an imaginary X.

"Here." Some familiar Radiohead lyrics come to mind and I know right then what I’ll do. Right where he’s pointing. The image becomes clear in my mind. One day.

"Lets shower, we're filthy."

"Sounds like a good idea." He chuckles and I lift up from him and grab his hand pulling him against me. "You want to kiss me?"

"Very much."

"Then kiss me, as much as you want." Wrapping my fingers in his wet hair I pulled his mouth to mine. Warm, soft, passionate. I could kiss him forever. "Mmm," he hummed against my lips. "Shower, Cope."

"Right." I said. "Lets get naked." He laughed again as we both entered my steam filled the bathroom, desire made my skin burn. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want Brett.

Peeling our boxers off, we watched each other. Eyes sliding over each other and my dick was hard, so fucking hard. "I see you're feeling happy?"

"Obviously, now get in here." I grumbled, desperate for that interaction.

"We are so filthy."

"In more ways than one," I replied, grabbing the shower gel and sponge. "Now turn your beautiful self around so I can thoroughly clean you."

"Fuck," he whispers as my hands slide inover him. "I'm so hard, it's unreal."

I let out a breath. "I've never sucked dick before," I tell him.

"And you don't have to." He said turning around. "I can do it for you though, because I know it will be weird for you…."

"It's not weird," I said sharply, cutting him off. "At least it doesn't feel weird. Out there at the shed, I kept waiting for the disgust to wash over me, but it didn't. I've never wanted to be with someone so badly in my life. Now that I've come to that decision in my head, it doesn't feel anything but right."

His eyes are curious as he watches my movements, slowly, inching down his body. "Cope…" He breathes out.

"I'm going to suck your dick, Brett," I smirked at him. "I need the practice."

He smiles, bright and beautiful and happy. I did that. Me. Copeland.

I kneel in front of him and admire his dick. He's thicker than me, but mine is longer. Unease coils in my gut, but I ignore it and grasp him in my hand. It's just Brett. I don't have to freak the hell out because it's my best friend. If I fuck up, we'll laugh together and move on. The pressure to be perfect isn't there. He already knows I'm not perfect. He accepts me anyway.

"This is surreal," he breathes, his eyes like liquid pools of lust. Leaning forward I lick his tip. I'm met with a salty but nice flavor. His groan when I wrap my lips around him, gives me a spike of confidence. He grips my hair and lets out a choked sound. "Ahh, fuck fuck…"

I smile against him and close my eyes, giving in to the task at hand. Bobbing and sucking and licking. Trying my hardest. Based on the way he thrusts his hips out and curses every few seconds, I'd say I'm doing a good enough job.

I popped off his dick and loved the heated wild look he regards me with. "Open your legs," I instruct. His brows furrowed together, but he obeys. As I lubricate my finger with my accumulated spit, he watches me with excitement and apprehension. "I'll go slow and easy," I tell him. "If you want me to stop, I will."

He nods and swallows audibly. "I never want you to stop."

Laughing, I grab his dick again. "I haven't started yet, you don't know that."

"You could kill me now and I'd still die of happiness." He rasps out. With my eyes on his, watching for nonverbal cues, I started sucking his dick again, but also, slowly pushed a finger inside. He's nervous and clams up.

"Relax," I whisper against the tip of his dick. "I want to feel you inside."

He groans, but nods. "I...I want that too." I take him deeper in my throat, his tip threatening to make me gag, as I push my finger deeper in his ass. He hisses out a sharp breath. Slowly, I ease my finger deeper. Images of my dick inside him, his ass gripping me the way it grips my finger right now, has a growl of desire humming through me. "Cope…" His whimpered pleading way he says my name, has me slowing.

"Yeah, Brett?"

"It feels good...it hurts…"

"It hurts?"

"It burns but…" Brown eyes locked with mine. "I want more, though."

Smiling, I suck him in deeper, push deeper, over and over again. His legs begin to shake. His eyes closed and his ass tightened. Im overwhelmed with my own lust, I need a release to and grab my own dick with my free hand. I started pumping and pulling on myself as I pushed Brett to his limits.

I pull away only briefly. "I want to taste you, are you close?"

"So...so close," So I started on him again. His dick rigid, mine too. "Fuck, Cope…" Without any real warning he comes. It hits the back of my throat, hot, salty, but also sweet and I swallow every bit, then pull my finger free and stand in front of him.

"Watch me come, Brett." I said as I fist my dick. His finger slid gently over my tip and that made it, I came. Hard. I couldn't stop. With him watching me, his deep breaths, his fingers burning into my skin. "Shit…" I said between clenched teeth.

"You did soooooo good." I fell into him. His arms wrapped around me and mine wrapped around him. We stood for what felt like ages, under their spray of hot water, waiting for both our bodies to come down from our high, our new fix.

"I feel like jelly."

A grumble of a laugh left him. "You do? I felt like I was going to melt on the spot."

"Silly," I said looking at him. His flushed cheeks, the love that pooled in his eyes. Happiness shines in his eyes and his smile is something I want to see more often.

"What are we?" He asked. "Like boyfriends?"

"Huh, best friends, Cope and Brett. Best boyfriends too. Us against the world. Strong, can withstand anything. Me and you."

"I like that, it's perfect." He whispers, bringing his lips to my neck and sucking hard on my skin, I hissed. "Now I've marked you, so everyone knows you have someone."

"Brett, I don't actually care anymore if everyone found out. I want to shout out that your mine, all mine."

"I want that too, but we can't, not yet."

Leaning into him again. "I know," Both of us wished for the same thing. Both wanting the same too. Just us, me and Brett. Like I said. Best friends, best of everything. I fucking love him, and I'll love him for the rest of my damn life.