Chapter Five

Tommy

Five Years Ago

It was an unusually warm spring day, and we were out by the pool, which was still covered for winter, just soaking up the sun while we had the chance. It was close to ninety degrees, which was unusual, although not unheard of, for New England, and tomorrow we were expected to get snow. We had spent countless hours doing this. Chilling on the deck, having fun, joking around. Only this time, it was different.

I was mesmerized by the way Blake had filled out. His shoulders seemed broader, his biceps larger, his chest firmer and stronger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him from the second he yanked off his shirt to reveal his toned torso to my prying eyes. Was it all the nights he spent lifting amps, moving them back and forth at gigs? We hadn’t been hitting the gym much unless he was going without me.

“So...” He smiled at me like he didn’t have a care in the world. Like he didn’t notice the way I was drinking in every single inch of his body. The way his muscles bunched and moved. Jesus, he was ripped. “What are our plans after this?”

My throat went dry as I let my gaze travel down his stomach, over the dusting of light hair that disappeared beneath his swim shorts.

“Plans?” I murmured.

He was so damn sexy.

“Yeah, plans.” Blake knocked my arm as he reached for the bowl of fruit my mother had left that morning for us. “Hang out, go to a movie, do something? I mean, I’m cool with whatever.”

I watched as his tongue swiped at the juice on his lips, and my dick thickened between my legs. This was torture. I had always thought my best friend was attractive, but right now... Right now, it was taking every ounce of my willpower I had to not maul him.

“Uh, whatever you want is fine.”

“Are you feeling okay, Tommy? Have you had too much sun?” Blake chuckled softly, then reached for more watermelon. “You normally have everything planned out right down to the second.”

He was right. I just couldn’t think... Holy mother of sin . A droplet of juice dripped from Blake’s lip and landed on his chin. He caught it with his finger, then popped it into his mouth. It was like an out-of-body experience. I couldn’t stop myself. Maybe because I didn’t want to. I suddenly leaped up to pin my best friend beneath me on the chaise lounge.

“Tommy.” Blake gasped, then my lips crashed down against his.

He tasted sweet, like the fruit he was just eating. I licked around his mouth, then met his green eyes. Would he push me away? I hesitated, waiting for Blake to get upset, to tell me to stop or to tell me this was wrong. Instead, I felt his cock harden against mine, then his lips parted for me. One of Blake’s hands dug into the nape of my neck while the other reached up to grab my shoulder. I slowly speared my tongue inside his mouth to find his, and when he arched up into me, I nearly lost my mind.

I quickly turned us so that Blake’s smaller frame was above mine, our mouths fused together. How was he so relaxed about this? Up until this moment, he had shown no interest in me or any guy. Just a handful of girls here and there but nothing serious. I dropped my hands and let my palms roam over his hard body as we rutted together.

“Bug,” I murmured. “Tell me what you want right now.”

“You.” He answered so easily.

I pulled back to look up into his blissed-out eyes. “You want me?”

“Yes.” Blake nodded as he leaned forward to chase after my mouth.

I shook my head. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“Do I have to explain it for you, Tommy? I want you. I want to keep kissing you. I want you to make me come. I want to make you come. How hard is that to understand?”

“You’re not gay.”

This time, Blake nipped at my bottom lip before he answered. “I can be gay for you, Tommy. Have you seen yourself?”

“Just me? No other guy?” I was so confused.

Blake smiled. “No other guy makes me rock-hard like you do.” He shifted his hips to prove his point, and we both groaned.“Kiss me again. Please. It feels like heaven when your mouth is on mine.”

I cupped the back of his head to pull his face back to mine. “You want to come, Bug?” I whispered.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” He whimpered, trying to get to my lips. “Please, Gretzky.”

I smirked. “You want me to make you come?”

But when Blake only nodded, I arched one brow. He had to say the words, or he wouldn’t get anything.

“I want you to make me come. I need it.”

I crushed my mouth to his, and the loud whimper that escaped his throat was so animalistic it took all I had not to rip his shorts off. Instead, I dropped my hands to Blake’s hips so I could get him into a better position, to angle it so that both of us were rubbing together. Fuck, it felt good. It would feel better if there was nothing between us, but this would have to do for now.

“God, Tommy,” Blake murmured against my lips. “This feels amazing.”

I smiled as he moaned. His breathing grew faster, and I stared into his hooded eyes.

“Get yourself there, Bug. I’m so fucking close,” I told him.

Blake dropped his face into my neck as he canted his hips, and I felt his mouth against my skin. “Tommy, oh God! Tommy! I’m going to come.”

“Let go with me.”

The noises Blake was making, the feel of his body against mine... If he didn’t come soon, I was going to go first.

His body stiffened, and then the sound he made... Holy shit, it was the hottest thing I had ever heard in my life. A low growl rumbled through his chest, his teeth pricked into my neck, and his hands dug into my hips. I closed my eyes and let myself come. I bit down against the skin on his shoulder as hot sticky cum filled my swim trunks. Blake writhed above me; his breath hot against my neck before he dropped his weight against mine. And then I waited for him to get upset or freak out because this wasn’t something straight men did, even though he said he was gay for me.

I combed my hands through his damp blond hair. “You still with me, Bug?”

“Yeah,” Blake whispered, his lips brushing my neck. He turned his head so he could look at me with heat in his eyes.

I stared into his moss-colored orbs. “We’re okay?”

“Unless you suddenly hate me.” Blake reached up to trace my lips with his index finger, and I felt my stomach fill with something I couldn’t explain. Could we have been doing this the whole time? Or was it because I kissed him today that he suddenly realized he was into me?

“Now why would I do that?”

“We just came together.”

I grabbed his hand to press my lips to his palm. “I could never hate you, Bug. You know that, right? You’re the most important person in my life,” I assured him.

My eyes darted to his shoulder and the noticeable bite mark. Oops.

“Mine, too, Tommy.” Blake’s eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. “Uh, I need to get out of these shorts before they stick to my balls.”

I snorted. “We could shower.”

“Together?” A smile pulled at his lips, and I couldn’t help but slide mine over his again. “Is that a yes?”

I nodded. “It is.”

But when he started to move, I wrapped my arm around his waist. I wanted to bask in this moment just a little longer, in case it was the only chance I had. Blake’s eyes darted between mine, as if he was trying to read my mind.

“You love me, Gretzky?”

The question caught me off guard. Did I? Did I love Blake more than just a friend? I loved my parents, my brother, Jackson, and once I thought I loved a guy I dated for a few months last year, but Blake? Blake had been in my life for a long time. A lot longer than the hookups and casual dates I’d had.

I pulled back to get a better look at my best friend. The blond hair that was overdue for a cut, the way it curled around his ears and fell into his eyes. His grass-colored eyes that danced with mischief, his plump pink lips that smiled with happiness.

“I suppose I do, Bug,” I admitted.

Bug was the nickname only I was allowed to use on him. Like he was the only allowed to call me Gretzky.

“Yeah, I suppose I love you, too.” Blake’s cheeks were pink, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the sun or what was happening between us. “Should we go wash up?”

I nodded and released him so he could get up. I climbed to my feet behind him, only to reach for his hand. “I’m not sure—”

“I’m not either.” Blake shaded his eyes with his free hand as he looked up at me. “We can figure it out together, though.”

We started inside the house. My parents were both at work, my brother lived in Boston now, and I was thankful for that, especially after what had gone down outside. Blake was walking behind me, and I tugged on his hand to move him to my side. If we were together, or whatever this was, he should be there. He smiled at me as I slid the back door open and let him inside first before we made our way upstairs. Past my room and to the bathroom.

Neither of us spoke as we stepped inside, removed our shorts, and stared at one another. In the years we had been friends, I had never seen Blake naked. I wasn’t sure if I was just trying to be respectful or if it was because I had feelings for him all along, but now? Now I wish I had looked sooner. His dick was a gorgeous sight. It stood at full mass, already hard again, and I itched to touch him. Wrap my lips around Blake’s thick, heavy cock until he came in my mouth, shouting my name as he gripped my hair between his fingers.

“Are...” He stopped as I met his heated gaze. “Are you going to stare at me, Tommy? Or are you going to kiss me again?”

I smiled. “I’m going to shower with you.” I moved around him without touching him, my own length once again heavy between my legs, to turn on the water. I motioned for Blake to get into the tub.

“You’re no fun.” He stuck out his bottom lip.

I was about to be a hell of a lot of fun. I followed Blake as he climbed into the shower, and when I pushed him against the wall, his eyes filled with lust. “You’re going to need to cover that up.” I flicked my eyes to the mark I left on him.

“Wh...what?” His eyes were full of desire as his fingers moved to his shoulder. “What if I don’t want to?”

I cradled his head in my hands. “You like that I marked you.”

Blake nodded, and I had the urge to do it again. A territorial urge to mark him, claim him, and make sure everyone knew that Blake Duncan belonged to me. That he was mine.

“Tell me how you feel about me, Bug.”

“I-I... I love you.” He whimpered as I dragged my tongue over his lips.

I groaned when as I felt his hard dick graze mine. “Again.”

“I love you, Tommy.”

I captured Blake’s mouth with mine. Our tongues tangled, and our teeth clashed as his fingers dug into my shoulders. Our afternoon was supposed to be what we always did. Goofing around, laughing, and doing nothing together. Instead, it turned into kisses, and coming together, naked in my shower. Confessing we loved one another.

Blake chased my mouth when I pulled back.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” I assured him. I saw the disappointment in his face as he turned away from me. “Bug, hey.” I cupped his face in my hands.

Blake shook his head. “I like kissing you.” He gave me a bashful smile. “It feels so different.”

“Different how?”

“Good, right, perfect.”

I did love him, because my heart leaped inside my chest at his words. This was either going to be the dumbest thing I had ever done with him or the best.

“Me, too.” I nodded. “I just thought I could help wash you.”

His eyes lit up with happiness. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good.” I released him so I could grab the shampoo. “We’ll start with your hair first and go from there. Turn around.”

When he did, I squirted the soap into my hands and began to work it in.