28. Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven

Liam

W hen I woke up this morning, it was from Skyla sneaking out of bed and into the shower. I blinked my eyes open in time to watch her perfect naked ass slink off to the bathroom before the water turned on.

I looked to my left to see Asher on his side, facing me, still in a deep sleep. Fuck me, last night was definitely a night that I'll never forget. I'm sure it's one none of us will. I can't lie that since the other day on the couch, I'd been noticing Asher a little more, outside of the normal obvious thought that he's attractive. I found myself watching him talk, the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed roughly, or how he'd run his fingers through his hair when he was frustrated.

My fingers flex at my side, before I reach my hand up gently, pushing a little bit of his hair back. Shit, his hair is so soft. It's not nearly as long as mine, but mine is wavy and kind of frizzy. His is so smooth.

Like his mouth.

Was I goading him last night? Absolutely. Did I think he was actually going to kiss me? Fuck no. I was just enjoying the banter, while having his cock rub against mine through Skyla. Everything was great, then he had to go and make it perfect. His lips on mine, even unmoving, was my undoing. I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life. And though I know the chances of something like that happening again are slim to absolutely never, it won't stop it from becoming one of my top five highlight reels of all time.

The tip of my fingers graze against his head a little too much, forcing his eyes to flutter open. They immediately land on me, and I still, waiting for his reaction. It takes him a moment for his mind to wake up, and as I suspected, he freaks.

Scrambling away from me like I'm diseased, he sits up, scooting as far away from me as possible as he looks down at me.

"What the fuck! Were you watching me sleep?" he snaps.

"Calm down," I draw out with an eye roll, doing my best to push down the disappointment inside me.

"No, Liam! You can't just run your fingers through someone's hair while their sleeping!" he says, before burying his own fingers into his hair, shaking his head.

"Look," he says, as he faces me. "I'm not gay, okay? I don't like guys, and I know last night happened, but I—"

"Bro, stop," I say, cutting him off as I sit up to face him.

His eyes are wild; he looks as if he's ready to bolt out this room, down the stairs, and through the front door. I can't deny that it kinda hurts. He's allowed to not be into it but he doesn't have to make me feel like I'm contagious. He's never treated me differently for my sexuality, so I know this is just a freakout in reflection from last night.

"You need to chill," I say. "Last night, was whatever. I know you're not gay. You love Skyla, you're into women. I know, man. I'm not gonna fucking take advantage of you," I say, with a sarcastic laugh and a shake of my head.

Asher's brows furrow as he watches me, but he doesn't speak.

"You did it for Skyla, you wanted to make her happy, and guess what? It worked. She came so hard she made us both nut, immediately," I say with a teasing smile, satisfied when I see his posture relax slightly. "We don't have to talk about it, and just tell Skyla you don't want to be put into that position again. It doesn't have to be anything more than that, okay?"

Asher continues breathing heavily, but he remains silent. I can practically see the million and one things running through his head as he stares at me. I go to offer him more reassurances, that last night didn't strip him of his manhood or whatever crazy shit he's thinking, when he speaks through a throaty rasp.

"I'm not gay."

God, I really hate labels. People get so hung up on them, they are so limiting. I don't say anything, though. Nodding my understanding as he scoots a half a foot closer, blowing out a heavy breath.

"I love Skyla," he says, his eyes dropping to my mouth as he moves even closer.

My chest tightens, and my stomach flips, but I don't dare move a muscle, unsure of where he's going with this.

"I know. I love her, too. She's my everything," I say carefully.

"Mine too," he says, moving until our thighs brush against each other.

Asher put on sweats after he got out of the shower last night, but I'm still naked, and my hardening cock is way too aware of how close he is to me right now.

I watch as his eyes flicker back and forth between mine and my mouth, the tension so suffocating I can hardly breathe. Shit, I think I officially have a thing for my best friend. If he wasn't having such an extreme bi-panic a few moments ago, based on the way he's looking at me, I'd say he has a thing for me, too. Then again, I'd bet my life that's want that is muddling his normally deep brown eyes.

Slowly, his hand comes to my throat, similar to how it did last night, and my cock jerks under the sheets at the reminder. He doesn't move his face closer at first, his eyes raking over me before his fingers squeeze the sides of my throat. My eyes flutter shut, unable to stop them for a moment as the welcomed grip overtakes me.

When my eyes open again, he's inching towards me. I want nothing more in this moment than to bury my hand into his hair and pull him the rest of the way, but I know he needs to come to me. He needs to want this. He needs to be in control.

So, I let him, happily. I wait with bated breath, that gorgeous fucking mouth inches from mine as indecision leaves his eyes, and he closes them. The first touch of his lips against mine does something to me. It sends a flipping in my stomach that is euphoric. I don't move my lips, allowing him to test his boundaries.

I feel his grip on my throat tighten as his tongue slips into my mouth, stroking against my own. Pleasure rolls through me, as I gently begin kissing him back. We sit there for a few minutes, softly kissing each other, enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed against each other when I lift my hand to cup his face.

He jerks, his eyes flying open at the same time mine do. He doesn't pull away, though. Our tongues are still wrapped around each other, eyes locked. We pause for no more than two seconds before Asher closes his eyes again, the kiss turning more heated and aggressive.

Sinking his teeth into my lower lip, he bites hard, forcing a soft moan to escape me. What sounds like a groan echoes from his chest as he does it again, the hand not on my throat beginning to trail down my body. I feel him angle towards me, pressing his body flush against mine when our cocks rub against one another.

Asher moans, his sweats pushing against me once more. Goddamnit, why does that feel so fucking good. This isn't my first rodeo. I sleep with men almost as regularly as women, at least I did before Skyla. I don't usually get so overly excited with some over-the-pants rubbing. Is it over-the-pants rubbing though, if my cock is out and it's my supposedly straight best friend grinding his cock against mine?

He now has one hand on my throat and the other on my hip, squeezing like he's ready to break me in two. Fuck, I wish he would.

I make a risky move when I twirl my tongue around his, sucking on it as he moans. I reach my hand out, trailing over his abs before my fingers slip beneath his waistband. He gasps roughly, but my fingers don't make it more than an inch or two before the bathroom door is opening and Asher is leaping away.

Looking up at Skyla, she watches us with surprised eyes as Asher sits hunched over the bed, storming out of the room without a second wasted. I watch him go, a small part of me hurting at his hot and cold attitude, before I turn to Skyla and shrug. She gives me a sad smile before crawling on top of me. She lays there for several minutes just holding me and it feels amazing. I guess she's not mad that she found us making out. I didn't expect she would be since she kind of initiated this whole thing. Only problem now is, I don't know how I'm ever going to be expected to forget it.