“Uh w-what?”

“You talk when you day dream, did you know that? Now I can’t be certain, but I think I heard something about making ME call you master while I begged you to fuck me. Tell me I’m wrong.” He dared me.

I was overcome with total, indescribable embarrassment now. What the hell am I supposed to do in a situation like this? Run? Let it pan out? Is this going to make the whole dynamic of our friendship weird? I’m so confused right now. It wasn’t until I felt the gentle caress of his hand against my cheek that I finally snapped out of my train of thoughts.

“Clearly I’ve just scared you. Which wasn’t my intent.” He paused to give a light chuckle then continued, “Look John, I may have come off a bit too strong, but that doesn’t make me any less serious. I’m tired of waiting for you to notice me as more than just you’re friend. I don’t know why, after fifteen years, I decided to just give in today. But I did. And now it’s out there for you to think about. I want to be more than just a friend. I always have. I like you. A lot. I probably even love you.” Theo confessed. I never thought I’d see the day where a man as large as Theo would confess his feelings to someone, in such an aggressive manner at that. I was at a loss for words. I just stared at him, mouth hanging wide open.

“Are you going to say something?” He pressed.

“I – uh -  what – um…” I stuttered. I needed a minute to process. Who knew today would go like this.

“Alright. I think I get it John.” Theo let go and started to back away from me with the most heartbreaking look on his face. That was the thing that pushed me over. I couldn’t bear to see this man look like that, especially because of me. Before he got out of my reach, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him into me, and planted my lips roughly on his all in one quick move. It took him a split second to process what I was doing before he wrapped his own arms around my waist and held my body flush to his. The kiss grew deeper and hotter by the second. It wasn’t hard to feel that I wasn’t the only turned on by this. I felt his large bulge grow impossibly larger. At this point, I didn’t know what I wanted more; him to be in me, or me to be in him. I pulled away to take a much needed breath and leaned my forehead against Theo’s.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I asked breathlessly.

“Honestly I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. The thought of confessing, and losing you as my friend always scared me off.” His eyes were closed as he admitted his truth.

“So today you decided you weren’t scared of losing our friendship?” I smirked at him.

“Well, I mean, seeing you jack off while day dreaming about me kind of helped too.” The comment immediately made me flush in embarrassment yet again, and I covered my face with my hands. “Hey don’t be embarrassed John. It was really fucking hot.” He gently pulled my hands away from my face and looked me in the eye. “So how long has that been happening?” He asked, with a devious smirk pulling at his lips.

“Hm… do you remember that first time I stayed at your house freshmen year, and you changed in front of me?” I could feel the heat of my blush running down my neck.

“You’ve been having sex dreams of me since freshmen year, and you asked ME why I didn’t do anything about my feelings sooner?!” He let out an intentionally over exaggerated gasp with a poorly covered chuckle.

“That’s not fair, Theo. You never told me – or hinted at – the fact that you’re gay!” I exclaimed. “I never would have thought you were interested if this didn’t happen…”

“That’s not true. You asked me once if I was dating ‘that Jason guy.’ You had to think I was gay when you asked if I was dating a guy.”

“For a split second, sure. Then when you said, and I quote, ‘Pfft. No. Why would I be dating him?’ I thought that meant you weren’t interested in guys. Not that you just weren’t interested in him.”

After that, Theo and I finished off our lunch break talking about all our miscommunications and missed connections from over the years of our friendship. Turns out I’m not the only completely oblivious one. He somehow never noticed me always staring at him, and he clearly didn’t realize I was always flirting with him. Guess that means I’m bad at flirting? At the end of the break we decided we could continue talking back at my place after work. He left my office, and somehow the only thought on my mind was how that entire encounter was anticlimactic. I was somehow expecting more from it, but maybe that’s just my daydreams getting the best of me.

***Most of my chapters will only be split in multiple parts so that they fit in the guidelines for Tapas. Doing this may cause some episodes so be signifcantly longer or shorter than others. It's unintentional on my part, but I hope you enjoy the story regardless!***