***AUTHORS NOTE*** my stories contain more realistic scenarios and character development and much like you, it builds to its happy ending. Let me know what you think in the comments. My characters are over 21 years of age.
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Like a helpless gazelle, he is pinned against me, the mighty lion; the king. His heart is thundering in his chest, I can feel the pounding of it as my hand slides gracefully up his shirt and between his nipples. With a shuddering breath his eyes close as he gives himself over to me. Goosebumps form over his silky smooth skin.
My erection throbs from within my jeans, fueled by the very thought that he is mine, so fully, so completely. As my hand reaches his neck, my fingers curl around the breadth of it, feeling the artery surge blood into his skull. His hard nipple grazes the soft flesh of my forearm. I can at this moment, hold him down harder; I can squeeze his neck...but I won't. Never. It isn't about hurting him, it isn't even about the thought of hurting him. It is about control, and how utterly powerful I am at this moment. My cock throbs again. I catch the scent of shampoo in his hair, a masculine scent, alluring. Thoughts rush through my head, I know we're about to do something I never thought I'd ever try.
His left hand opened and a chocolate candy rolled out from it onto the carpet.
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I am David. Evan is my friend, my closest and most trusted confidant. We met several years earlier, working for the same restaurant, he was a server and I was a busboy. We have similar interests and we both can talk for hours on end. After work we would sometimes walk over to the bar a few doors down, it was a nice little place, very modern, and we'd have a drink together. He ordered a Negroni, and I ordered a whiskey sour. What made me uncomfortable was that he always offered to pay, maybe my beat-up car was a dead giveaway of my financial situation.
Our friends often laughed at how mismatched our personalities are, Evan is slightly shorter, and more petite in build, yet drives a nice car, and has a type of confidence and charisma I could only dream of having. I, on the other hand, am tall, have a slightly athletic build, and have masculine features, but I'm quiet, shy, and modest.
Eventually, he asked if I had a girlfriend, but I didn't, past relationships were quite rocky for me. The girls I got involved with were strong and independent; ultimately, I found myself being the hitchhiker along for a very short ride. When I tried to explain how it made me feel, they would either laugh or roll their eyes and then they'd find someone else, another guy who looked like me. Other guys said, "David, you gotta be tougher than that." But it hurt. Evan never trivialized my emotions, he'd sit there and listen to everything I had to say, offer tidbits of advice and wisdom, and then convince me about the important part I always played in my relationships.
Evan is gay, very smart, and insightful about companionship. At the time I met him, he was with a guy. A rather handsome guy, who was too distracted by other men, shooting a playful glance. The boyfriend eventually left him for another man. There I was, dropping by Evan's house to return a laptop I borrowed, and noticed he was in tears. I took him out for a burger and fries, and back to his place to hang out, so he didn't have to be alone for the night.
In the coming years, I would attend a local community college and he would attend the nearby University. After a long day, he would come over to play games and I'd fix us a few drinks. We'd watch movies and talk late into the night. It was like that for a few years. Other guys thought it was suspicious that I spent so much time with him, thinking I might be gay too; Evan is just better company than they are! No expressed emotion is too uncomfortable or taboo for him, it's really liberating.
After yet another failed relationship with a girl who barely acknowledged me, I was happy to find out that Evan had better luck than me. He met a guy, but over time I started to think something was wrong. Once again, it seemed all they had in common was sex. The guy left him, quickly and unrepentantly. Evan was shattered.
Two men from opposite sides of the sexual spectrum, him feeling unwanted, and I, feeling unneeded. The sad truth of being a man in modern society, one where you can select your next date with a swipe on your phone, and drop them like a used condom in the waste bin. So then, what does it mean to be a man, if your girl doesn't need you, and your boy doesn't want you?
Today is Valentines Day, I knew we would both be at home, watching TV and feeling like losers. It seems that being single had a much stronger impact on him than it did on me. He often became teary-eyed, and his expression would fade into a gray melancholy that conveyed a profound sense of despair. Today would be unbearable for him. I invited him to come over in the evening, an invitation he didn't expect, nor I for extending it. While I went out to run errands, I picked out a small box of chocolates for him, I thought it might make him feel better to know that someone cares. And it would make me feel good to do something nice for him. He and I don't have any semblance of romantic feelings for each other, but I am very close to him now and I know it would really bring a smile to his face to spend his night with a guy that looks out for him. His smile radiates warmth.
I greet him with the chocolates, and a timid "Happy Valentines Day, Evan."
His face became red and he smiled, "Oh..." Evan tried to suppress the tears that welled in his eyes. Almost awkwardly he choked out, "That's really nice, thank you! I love chocolate. And Happy Valentines Day to you too." Physically, he remained reserved, probably to spare me from feeling too awkward; we are just friends. As he went into the living room to remove his jacket he turned and warned jokingly, "This better not be a prank box or I'm going to be very mad."
"I swear it's real chocolate," I grinned. "It would be really messed up for me to do that on Valentine's Day, but come Christmas, anything goes!"
As the evening wore on, it was like the best of times. I knew Evan can't even boil water, so I planned ahead and decided to whip up some homemade Cajun-style mac and cheese for us. And we watched a comedy as we sat on the couch drinking the Negronis that I had mixed together. We drank slowly, savoring the flavor, but it also helped to loosen us up. We were on our usual rant about people and relationships and life.
Every time it was my turn to speak he took the opportunity to pop a chocolate into his mouth, listening to me make my points, and agreeing with my disagreeable stance on things, just to be empathetic. We both had different viewpoints on relationships.
Then came the moment that changed everything between us.
"Well, I still think that what people need is their forever partner. You can only go through life for so long before you realize something is missing," he said emphatically. "Want to try a chocolate?"
"Sure," I replied, watching him rummage through the empty wrappings to find me a piece. "I think you're wrong about relationships, you don't need a life partner. Not if you find someone who can fulfill all your needs anyway. Who says that person has to be romantically involved to give you the intimacy you want?"
He pulled out a chocolate, holding it in his hand, "What do you mean?"
"I...I don't know," I admitted with a look of defeat.
"I don't just desire intimacy," he looked away at the thought. "I want the whole boyfriend experience, including the emotional closeness...but just without the pain of a breakup."
"Maybe something new has to be created. Something that defies the definition of a romantic relationship but is just as intimate and trusting. I think after what I've been through, and what you've been through, it's unrealistic to expect romance to last." As I reached for the chocolate he pulled it away playfully.
"Oh yeah, I'm unrealistic?" He smirked, "Just for that, you don't get a chocolate."
"You offered."
He grinned, "Well you're unrealistic for expecting that kind of commitment from me!"
I chuckled, "Give it. You offered, now you owe me a chocolate."
