Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

CARTER

I'm such a fucking idiot.

Who the hell pops a boner from the moans of their straight best friend? Then gets scared from said reaction and ends up choking on their food.

I'm such a fucking idiot.

Thankfully Brendon was none the wiser at everything that was happening to me internally, but I couldn't help feeling a bit of relief when he left me alone for a few minutes.

Brendon has always been someone who enjoys food, letting everyone know with the noises he makes while he eats. I've never once felt aroused by said noises before. How come my body decided that tonight would be a good time to change things up?

Maybe it's because it reminded me so much of the moans Henley would make when I was sucking him dry. My cock probably just doesn't know the difference between the two noises.

No need to panic.

At least I hope there's no need to panic. The last fucking thing I need is to start becoming attracted to my best friend.

The moans confusing my cock make sense. What doesn't make sense is how my heart started to beat a little faster as I watched Brendon rub his bare stomach.

It was obvious that Brendon had just showered from the way his hair was still damp, and a few droplets of water clung to his chest. He was only in a pair of gray sweatpants and at that time, I thought nothing of it. That's what Brendon normally wears when he's chilling at home.

However, my body was beginning to have a different reaction to him after my choking incident.

Get your shit together, C. We cannot be affected like this by B. He's our best friend and we will not jeopardize this friendship, I internally scold myself.

I take a deep breath while Brendon is still in his room, trying to center myself. I'm sure the way I'm feeling is just a chain reaction and everything will go back to normal now that he isn't moaning. The rest of the night is going to be like it always is and I won't think of my best friend in a lusty way.

If I keep saying that to myself enough times, hopefully it will come true.

"What should we watch?" Brendon calls out and I get up to toss the rest of my burger in the garbage. I'm not hungry anymore.

"Something stupid and funny," I reply as I join him in the living room and plop down on the couch.

"It's like you read my mind," Brendon says, shooting me a big grin before turning his attention back to the streaming service.

He scrolls for a while and I relax, watching him from time to time as he comments on each movie that he passes. I don't pop another boner and I don't feel a random pull to him like I did earlier, and that has me feeling instantly relieved.

See, I didn't have anything to be worried about. I'll just have to be careful eating around him, which isn't a big deal. At least I'm not into my best friend.

"Fucking perfect," Brendon says as he selects the movie and I shake my head while smiling.

We've both seen Van Wilder a million times, but it's also kind of the perfect movie to watch high.

"Ready to have a good time?" Brendon asks, holding up the joint and lighter.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I reply dryly, trying to suppress my smile and sound bored.

Brendon gives my shoulder a shove as he sits beside me. "Don't act like you aren't excited. You might pretend to be a wet blanket sometimes, but we both know you like letting loose as much as I do."

I shrug, refusing to admit anything.

Brendon rolls his eyes before lighting up the joint and taking a hit. "Your turn loser," he says, passing the joint to me.

I take a deep inhale, savoring the feel before slowly blowing out the smoke then passing the joint back.

Brendon's cousin is a master at growing weed and this shit really is premium quality. It's not skunky and won't make you gag and cough each time you take a hit.

We both take a couple drags before snubbing it out and starting the movie.

It doesn't take long for my body to start to feel like Jell-O and for all my worries to fade away. The movie is funnier than I remember, and I find myself laughing at every little stupid thing. Brendon of course is doing the exact same, shoving me on the parts that crack him up the most.

When a couple of the characters start having sex on the screen, Brendon tilts his head to the side, knocking into mine, and I wince, rubbing the sore spot.

He chuckles and holds up his hands when I glare at him. "Sorry," he apologizes quickly. "I was just studying the girl. She's hot, but like not as hot as this one chick I saw in a porno over the summer."

I blink at him, trying to figure out where he's going with this.

"What's your favorite kind of porn?" he asks, cocking his head to the side as he studies me with cloudy eyes.

Fuck, he's so high. I mean, so am I, but I'm not randomly bringing up porn. But nonetheless, I think about his question and answer it.

"I've never thought about this before," I tell him as I ponder over the kind of porn I've watched recently. "I normally just scroll until I find something I like."

Brendon nods along in understanding. "Yeah, but what do you like?"

I shrug. "Not gonna lie. The ones that have the really stupid intros always pull me in."

He laughs. "You mean like, my stepsister got stuck in the dryer and the only way to help her out was to fuck her and use her cum to set her free?"

I snicker and nod.

"Dude," Brendon says with wide eyes, staring at me intently. "We should watch porn right now."

I blink rapidly and shake my head, clearly I heard him wrong. "What did you just say?"

Brendon's already picking up the remote as he responds. "I said we should watch porn. We've seen this movie a million times already so it's not like we need to finish it."

I'm frozen in place as I stare at him, and he pulls up a porn site. Are we seriously going to do this?

There's a part inside of me screaming for me to tell him no. To walk away. That this is a horrible idea and can only end one way. While another part of me, that part that seems to be winning tells me to stay. To see what's going to happen.

Brendon's cackle pulls me from my daze, and I turn my attention to the television.

Tears are streaming down his face as he tries to read the title of the porno. "I slipped and fell on my stepdad's cock," Brendon barely manages to get the words out before doubling over.

His laughter is contagious, and the humor seems to wash away my fear, and I begin to laugh along then read the next title. "I ordered a pizza, and it came with a side of dick."

Brendon almost falls off the couch as his laughter takes over his body and tears of my own start streaming down my face as I laugh at him.

He continues to scroll and stops at the best title yet. "I went to the gym to get fit and only ended up fittin' this dick in my mouth," Brendon reads, and I laugh hard before telling him to put it on.

Neither of us is apparently paying close attention to the thumbnail; that or Brendon doesn't care, but I'm caught off guard when the video starts, and it's two dudes.

I expect Brendon to shut it off, but he doesn't. Instead he leans back against the couch and starts to rub his crotch as he listens to the lame lines the guys are spewing.

Why isn't he shutting it off? As far as I know, Brendon is as straight as an arrow. Is he simply doing this for me, since he now knows I'm bi?

My heart is racing so fast I almost feel lightheaded and even though I know I should, I can't take my eyes off my best friend.

"Relax, C. It's not a big deal," Brendon says with an easy smile as he slides down his sweats enough to free his cock, which is massive .

I've seen it a time or two, since he's never been shy about nudity and likes to change wherever he wants. But I've never seen it hard, and never like this.

I gulp down the lump that's forming in my throat but move to lean back like Brendon is doing and slowly unzip my jeans. My cock is already rock hard, and when I pull it out of the confines of my pants, there is an instant relief.

Keeping my eyes glued to the screen so Brendon doesn't think I'm jacking off to him instead of the porno, I begin to stroke myself.

"That's it, C," Brendon encourages me. "We're just two guys watching porn and jacking off. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

Since I'm unable to respond verbally, I simply nod my head in response.

Yeah, this isn't a big deal. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing. This doesn't have to change anything.

I'm leaking precum like a fucking sieve, so I pull back my foreskin and swipe my thumb over the tip to use it as lube since I don't want to dry stroke my cock. While keeping my focus on the guys on the screen, I hear Brendon spit, and a shiver runs down my spine. Why is that so hot?

I try to keep my breathing even, but I'm already so close to blowing—not from the video, but from the idea of doing this with my best friend. I want to look at him so bad, to see what his face looks like when he comes. But that feels like it would be crossing a line. Jacking off next to each other is one thing; watching each other come is an entirely different thing.

One of the macho guys on the television is kneeling in front of the other, letting his partner drive his fat cock down his throat, and the sight makes my mouth water.

Memories of sucking Henley off pop into my head but quickly morph into a fantasy, and instead of my grandma's neighbor, it's Brendan feeding me his cock. It's like the thought has the power to push me over the edge, and I gasp as ropes of cum start shooting from my pulsing cock.

"Fuck," I breathe out as my entire body vibrates from the intensity of the orgasm.

"Jesusssss," Brendon hisses out, and I assume he's also coming, but I don't dare look.

Things are already fucked, at least on my end, and I don't need my best friend knowing what really made me come as hard as I did. That's a secret I'll have to learn to keep. Because if he knew the truth, our friendship would be over.