Lies On The Lips

Part Sixteen

Copeland

"Brett," I asked as he lays tucked between my legs. His head resting on my stomach and his fingers drawing soft circles on my skin. "Why did it take me so long to realize?"

Lifting his head slightly, his eyes heavy with sleep, he smiles, lazy and warm. "Because you're stubborn." He whispers.

"I guess."

"I've loved you since forever." Disgust recoils in my gut at how cruel I've been. So damn cruel. Two years I flaunted my shit in his face. Fuck, how much it hurt him. How badly he was dying inside, yet always, always he hid behind a smile and his lies. I hid too, behind the biggest lie of them all. That I've loved him since forever too, yet I was gutless and weak.

"I won't ever hurt you again, Brett."

Lifting up completely he sits in front of me, both hands on my hips as he regards me. "I did hurt so much. But I also understand. Life just isn't that simple, not how we want it anyway."

I lift up on my elbows. "Let's have it how we want," he frowns. "Fuck everyone else. Let's just admit it."

"And live in hell until we graduate."

"I don't care, because you will be at my side and I will be at yours."

He looks away from me to stare out the window. "It's raining."

I pull his face so he has to look at me, his brown eyes glittered with tears. "I will never forget that night for the rest of my life," Swiping a lone tear he leans into my palm. "Your my life Brett, you own every part of me."

"Do you remember when you were really sick?"

I think...I've been sick many times. "When?"

"When we were fourteen," I remembered that. "I thought you were really going to die, I hated it so much I cried all night."

"But you snuck into my room."

"I did, you were burning up but I had to hold you," he grumbled out the words. "I knew then, that I'd never let you go, ever."

"Hey," I said, wiping another tear with my thumb. "I'm still here."

"But for two years you weren't. I really thought I'd have to live the rest of my life without you."

Bringing my lips to his, the feeling of his hot breath on mine, he closed his eyes. I smiled and nipped at his bottom lip. "Can I...have you?"

"You never need to ask."

"I was just scared."

He grabs my hips pulling us closer. "I want more from you, I always want more from you, but," he swallows. "Do you think it would be gross, is that why you've not…"

I hold my fingers to his mouth. "Don't be a goddamn idiot, I just didn't want to hurt you. I wanted it to be right." With my words he smashes our lips together, kissing me, showing me glimpses of his soul.

I see.

Black. 

Lonely. 

Empty.

But when his soul meets mine, it brightens. It fucking glows. I know this, because mine does too. "I love you." I breathe against his lips.

"I love you too." His words are but a whisper, but I hear them. They're etched into my heart like a carving on stone.

"I love you and I want to fuck you so badly it physically hurts."

"So why don't you?"

Pleasure coils in the pit of my stomach. "But now…"

"But now?" He mimics my words.

I smile. "I'm going to fuck my best friend, even if he cries like a little girl." Brett's brown eyes gleam, but the idiot really thought I didn't want to fuck him. My aching cock begs otherwise. Seriously, each day we spend wrapped up in each other, sucking, playing, fingering his ass, making out, was for this. To prepare him and myself. I want it to be special.

I grab his bicep and drag him into my bathroom instead. I turn him around to face the sink so I can look over his shoulder and see his expressions in my mirror.

Confusion. 

Self-doubt. 

Yearning.

Patience lover.

I hug him from behind, splaying my palms over his pectoral muscles. "Your body drives me crazy," I murmur, my breath hot against his shoulder. "Everything about it is hard. Cut. Defined. I could spend hours mesmerised by each inch."

A smile tugs at one corner of his lips. He knows I worship his body. We've spent every day curled up in bed. My tongue has been everywhere on his body. "These abs," I say and then playfully bite at his neck. "Make my dick is so hard," I rubbed my dick against his ass to show him what he did to me. "I dream about these abs,"

"They're yours," he utters in a husky tone.

"Damn straight." My fingertips slide along the groves of his prominent V. "And this motherfucking wonder of the world makes me crazy. Like I'd start wars and end humanity if I had to just keep this within my grasp," He hisses when I stroke his abs and unbutton his jeans. "Your body is like a drug to me, I want more and more. It's never enough. So the fact you thought for even a nanosecond that I didn't want to fuck you means I make you insane too."

He groans when I push his jeans along with his boxers down his thighs. His cock thick and heavy, bobs out. I slap his ass, indicating he needs to kick off his shoes and slip from his jeans and boxers. Once he's naked and pushes them away, I stand back and admire my favorite part of his body.

His ass.

I step closer, wrapping my arm around his front, grabbing his dick. Our eyes meet in the mirror. "Promise me you'll never doubt how fucking into you I am," I stroke him until he whines, and nods. "Words, Brett."

"I promise," he hisses. "I just...this is everything I've ever wanted. You and me. This. I'm afraid it's some fucked up dream I'll wake up from." His pained eyes meet mine again in the mirror. "If I lost you again…" The despondency in his eyes gut me. Hollow out my fucking soul. Sends searing pain into my heart.

I kiss his shoulder. "I'm yours forever. I've always been yours."

Our eyes remain locked as I start stroking his dick again. He begins trembling. Signalling he's close to coming. I slide my hand away, leaving his cock to bob eagerly.

His groan has me chuckling. "Stay here." I tell him firmly.

"I was so close," he grumbles.

Ignoring his pouting I exit the bathroom and lock my bedroom door on the way to my night stand. I pull out the lube and condom. Once I shed the rest of my clothing, I carry my supplies into the bathroom. As soon as he sees what's in my grip, he flashes me a brilliant smile.

I set the lube on the counter and hand him the condom. "Put it on me," I instruct. "Have you ever put on a condom before?"

He snorts as he takes the rubber. "I've seen enough porn to get the idea."

Our dicks gently rub against each other, sending a thrill shooting up my spine. This is finally happening, I'm about to fuck my best friend. My boyfriend. It's surreal and kind of terrifying, but I'm so eager.

He tears open the condom with his teeth and pulls it from the packet with trembling hands, he slides it gently over my tip. I hiss when he slides it down my length, sheathing me. I'm clean, he's clean, but until he asks if I can fuck him bare, I'm not going to put that pressure on him.

Looking down between us, I swat away his hand and grip him again, loving the sounds of pleasure that comes from him. "See how my dick is ready to go?" I rumble. "Wrapped up and ready to be in your virgin ass."

He thrusts against my hand. "Fuck, Cope, your driving me crazy."

Rubbing my thumb over his tip as he jolts. "It's fun."

"Asshole."

"Shhhh, " I teased. "I'll be there soon enough."

We grow quiet, apart from our ragged breathing, as I stroke him closer and closer to that edge. When he tenses and shakes, readying himself to come, I release him.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck?" He complains.

I chuckle and grab his hips and turn him around to look in the mirror again. His cheeks are flushed and his brown eyes wild. "It's called edging. It'll feel much better when I eventually let you come."

His eyes flare with lust as he rubs his ass against my erection. "Such a tease."

"You like it." He smirks, sending a wave of heat surfing through my dick. I press my palm into his back, pushing him to bend over some. His palms settle on the edge of the sink and his forehead nearly touches the mirror. I uncap the lube and pour a healthy amount on my fingers. Because we've been working up to it. I easily slide my middle finger between his cheeks and into that tight warm hole. I'm dying to put my dick in his, because I know his ass is going to squeeze the fuck out of me. "You like my finger in your ass," I tell him. "Fuck my finger like you own it." He groans and rocks his hips against my hand, my own cock aching with need. "Perfect." I praise, pushing a second finger into him. I fuck those fingers a few times in his ass and then add a third.

He hisses and tenses. "Too much?" I asked.

"N….no," he breathes. "I love it. I love you."

"Pour lube on your dick," I nod to the bottle. "Now Brett."

"Jesus christ! You're killing me."

I wink. "Rub your dick, I'm going in." He snorts but positions himself at my mercy, his hand at the sink and his ass pushed out, inviting me. "Ready?"

He nods. "I've been dying for this."

Just barely I push into him, letting the crown of my cock get sucked into his tightness. Blinding pleasure rocks me to my core. He moaned out, gripping the sink.

"Fuck, Brett...so, so tight." I groan between gritted teeth.

"More baby, fuck me more."

"You make it sound like you like it," I rumble. "You're making me jealous. Maybe I want you in my ass one day."

He groans, his ass clenching me more. "Whatever you want, I'll give you whatever you want."

I'm not sure if I want that, but I'm curious as hell. He's coming undone...fuck, me too. I can't hold back. "I can't hold back." I tell him.

"Don't, don't hold back, fuck me Cope, fuck me like its the last time you'll ever get to."

"Jesus…" And with that I slam into him, over and over. I grab his dick as we both shake then tense. He comes first, letting his orgasm throw him off balance and I come seconds after, catching him before he falls. "I wish I could fill...your tight ass up with my come." I tell him, grabbing his ass affectionately. "I want to prop you up on my bed and fuck you so many times, filling you to the brim."

He turns around pulling the used condom from my dick. "So do it."

"I...let me get tested first. Ashley was my first but who knows who's she fucked about with."

"Fine." He concedes. "But then you get to fuck me bare whenever you want." He smirks. "Were you serious about what you said not long ago or was it just in the heat of the moment?"

"What?" I said switching on the shower.

"That you'd maybe let me fuck you." I didn't answer him at first. The idea of him inside me is a forbidden one that entices me like no other. Six months ago I would have died laughing if someone told me one day I'd want a dick in my ass, now, I'm not so sure. As if hearing my internal thoughts, Brett picks up the lube before heading over to the shower. I frown at him, panic swelling up inside me.

"Don't worry," he assures me. "We're just going to play."

Because I trust him with my life, I give him a nod. My stomach is still in Knott's, but I get in the shower with him. After a quick soap down, he has me pressed against the wall. His hardened dick rubbing against the crack of my ass as he sucks more hickies on my neck.

I roll my eyes back, suddenly eager for him. When our bodies are wrapped together, in mutual pleasure, it's easy to want new things. Like, if he sunk his dick in my ass right now, I'd think I'd love it.

I hear the cap open and he spun me around and kneels in front of me. "Open your legs," I do. "Don't move." I don't. He pushes in a finger. My ass clenched.

Fuck, it hurts.

And he had my entire dick inside him.

"Brett," I breathe. "Bretttttttt." He lazily fucks me with his finger, not realizing he's burning me with each thrust.

"Yeah."

"I want to. I want to come." I beg. The pain is intense, but it also sends a yearning coiling through me.

"Let me help with that." He rumbles. His finger keeps fucking my ass and then his mouth is on my dick. He pushes a second finger in my ass. The pain is severe, sudden and delicious.

I come with a growl, my back arching like a wolf howling towards the moon, as my lover sucks the pleasure right out of me. As my balls deflated, he pressed his fingers inside of me.

Whatever he touches within is a hot button. No cum shoots from my dick, to wrung dry from my last orgasm, but it sends pleasure through me. Magically so. My legs are trembling so badly that when he pulls his fingers from me, I nearly collapse.

"Did I do okay?" He asks.

I pull away from him and glower down at him. "Okay? You just blew my fucking mind, man. What the fuck? You holding a bag of tricks I don't know about?"

He flashes me a smug grin. "I milked your prostate."

"You did what?" I gasp.

"I've been watching gay porn long before you," he says with a wolfish grin. "And I know a few tricks."

All I can do is gape at him in shock. "Can you do it again?" I murmur, my voice husky with need.

He winks, rises up, and kisses my lips. "I can do it all night long."

Devil. He's the devil.