I accidentally fucked my best friend's younger brother. Well maybe the right sentence should be, I picked up a fucking sexy twink at the bar and ended having my cock fully serviced by his talented hole all night without knowing he was my best friend's brother.
To make things worse, I HAVE bragged to my best friend Adam, about his brother's skills in bed. To my defense, neither of us knew we were talking about his brother then and even though we said we should be cool about it, the truth is... we're not.
It's not something you can just shrugged off as if it never happened. And it was apparent by the thick awkwardness that surrounded the room as we were having dinner together. Me, Adam, and Jimmy- his hot brother.
The two brothers were sitting side by side and I sat across from my roommate. We were eating quietly, hell, we have been quiet ever since the shocking reveal that morning. We were like three zombies living together, walking around the house, barely talking to each other.
"So how long will you be staying here, again?" Adam was the one who decided to break the silence.
Jimmy looked up from his plate and answered, "I planned to return to college in two weeks, will it be a burden if stay for the whole two weeks?"
"Not at all," I said.
Adam glared at me. I was still not used to his deathly stare and this one was unexpected, I was just trying to get into the conversation.
He turned his face to his brother and said, "Well. You can stay as long as you want, buddy." Then continued, "That is if you don't mind sleeping on the couch."
Jimmy smiled at that. For a split second, I thought he was smiling at me but I quickly brushed it off. I still couldn't get my mind off his tight body that I have-
Fuck. I needed to stop thinking about that. I have promised my roommate not to do anything with his brother but it was so hard when he's such a cutie.
"I'll wash the dishes." Jimmy said as he got up and collected our plates.
He made a small trip to the sink and I couldn't help but notice how his hips would sway as he walked. He didn't walk like that before, is he doing it on purpose? Or are my eyes playing tricks on me? Anyways, I stared at it until I felt Adam stomped on my foot underneath the table.
"Ouch!" I half-shouted in reflex, not in pain.
I showed my protest to Adam by looking at him. Gosh, I started to really hate that deathly glare. "I see what you're doing. Stop it."
"Okay okay, geez."
After that we tried to watch some TV show to ease off the awkwardness but it only made the situation worse. Adam had to make a point to sit between me and Jimmy on the couch. That was fucking ridiculous.
Thankfully, Adam seemed to have calmed down over the next few days. We were back to playful banter and jokes in no time. I learned some things about Jimmy too, turned out he was studying to be some kind of pharmacist. There was not a single mention of the 'incident'.
That didn't mean I haven't thought about it though. You would understand if you saw all the things Jimmy did around the house.
He would wear oversized baggy silk pants as if to hide his body but whenever he sat with one of his knees bent, the fabric would slid down his thigh revealing his tight underwear. When he didn't wear those pants he would drop things and bent over to pick them up, showing the shape of his lovely bubble butt. They seemed to happen pretty innocently but I slowly started to think those weren't accidental.
There were also other things. Once he bought a cup of ice cream and I could've sworn he licked on his spoon a little too long. He also did the same thing to some of our fruits whenever Adam wasn't looking. One day he walked into my room in just a towel around his waist asking for a calculator.
I was glad he didn't do anything provocative when he tagged along with me and Adam to the gym. It wouldn't be cool to have an erection in public.
I was 99% sure he was trying to get me to fuck him again. However I wasn't leaving out the 1% chance that I was reading too much into it and just being a huge pervert. And so nothing actually happened. Until that one fateful night. Exactly one week after I picked Jimmy up from the club.
I just got home from work and I met Adam in the hallway. He was just about to take off.
"Hey man, I'm gonna buy some groceries. Want me to get you anything?" He asked smiling.
I returned the smile. "Hey. Can you get one of those noodles packs? You know, my favorite."
"Okay... I will write that down." Then he reached for something in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. "Anything else?"
"Maybe some milk too?"
He wrote that down too on his paper. "Okay, gotcha."
"Thanks for doing the groceries, man."
"No worries. It's my turn anyway." He said before walking away.
I walked to the apartment and got inside my room to change clothes. Before I even finished changing I suddenly felt very thirsty and had to get some water. I actually had only removed my work shirt, so I went to the kitchen still in my dress pants and tank top.
The first thing I saw when I walked into the kitchen was nothing I expected. I actually stopped dead in my tracks for a few seconds as I admired the view in front of me. There, leaning on the fridge, clad in his tight briefs, was Jimmy. Casually sipping on a glass of milk.
Fuck. His body was, ugh. I got weak staring at his slim and toned frame. So tight, so smooth... fuck.
My eyes were traveling from his legs, his lovely ass, his flat yet chiselled stomach, his toned chest, up to his cute face. His soft lips curved to a smile and his green eyes staring intently back at me.
"Oh Nate, I'm sorry! I didn't know you're already home." He said with a playful tone in his voice, but his body language is anything but surprised.
"Th-that's fine. I-i just need to get some water." I said groggily as I reached out to a bottle that was set on the table. I drank from that bottle, still staring at him, my lust grew hotter within every gulp.
He was staring at me staring at him. Fuck, he knew how sexy he looked and how it affected me.
I finally gained my confidence back and put the bottle back down on my table. "So... care to tell me where the fuck your clothes are?"
I watched him wiped off the milk on his upper lip and put down the glass as well. "They're in the laundry."
"Really?" I said with a smirk. "So you're not gonna wear anything even with Adam around?"
