Carrick
“What was that?” I knew what Zac said, but the aggression and confidence he said it with were so unlike him. Not in a bad way, though; more of a sexy-as-fuck way.
“I said, you damn well better fuck me, Carrick,” Zac repeated, slowly and deliberately.
“That’s… what I thought you said.” Well, now. Zac usually blushed at the slightest mention of sex, yet here he was begging – no, commanding me, in no uncertain terms, to fuck him. I could definitely get behind this, in more ways than one.
“Is that a problem?” Zac asked, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. Now that just wasn’t fair.
“Hell no, it ain’t,” I chuckled, before devouring his cock again. He was bigger than I’d guessed, more thick than long, and I loved the way he tasted. He cursed under his breath, growling and thrusting into my mouth in a way that made me moan. I pushed one finger against his opening; he moaned loudly as it slid into him, cursing again.
“God… Fuck, yes.” He looked down at me, and I kept my eyes on him as I smirked around his dick, sucking and fingering him at a leisurely pace. I’d thought about this for a looong time, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to rush it. Zac, on the other hand, was practically champing at the bit, rocking his hips against me, trying to speed things up. Well, who was I to deny my friend in his time of need?
“Yes… Fuck, Carrick, give me more,” Zac moaned, still halfway between begging and ordering, as I teased him with a second finger. I chuckled a bit as I eased it in to join the first, pumping faster and sucking harder. Zac swore again, something else I wasn’t entirely used to, but hot damn I loved it. I dragged my teeth up his shaft, and Zac growled again. Full-on animal growled.
Damn.
I hadn’t wanted to push too far, but Zac wasn’t complaining yet, so why stop there? He did want me to fuck him, after all, and it was my duty as his friend to… prepare him. I raised an eyebrow at him and brushed a third finger against his tight hole, and he locked eyes with me, gasping.
“Yes. Do it.”
Like I said, who am I to deny him? I shoved all three fingers in, fast and hard, moaning at the primal scream that ripped from him. I reached down to stroke myself as I fingered him as hard as I could, sucking his dick like a fat kid with a fudgesicle. He was tight as hell, and I couldn’t wait to bury myself in him. He looked down at me, his eyes burning with a desire so strong, it almost wasn’t like him.
“I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me soon…”
“You’ll what?” It was an interesting half-threat, and I wondered just how aggressive he was going to get. It really wasn’t like him, and I had a sneaking suspicion he was playing it up for my benefit. I seriously hoped he knew he didn’t have to prove anything; I wanted him for him, adorable awkwardness and all. But instead of finishing the threat, he just growled in a way I’m sure he thought was menacing, but really just sounded to me like a frustrated pup. Frustrated and adorable. Still, it was enough to make me shiver.
But apparently he wasn’t all talk. He managed to push me off of him, shoving me onto my back. I sometimes forgot how strong he was, but fuck if I didn’t love it when he showed off. I found myself biting my lip and shaking a bit as I stared up at him, practically grinning with something close to surprise.
“You really are gonna take it, aren’t you?”
“Told you I could,” Zac replied with a nod as he climbed over me. I gripped his hip with one hand, lining myself up with the other.
“Never said I didn’t believe you.” I let my tone get a bit soft, letting a little emotion creep in with the lust as I stared up at him. If he wanted this to be just sex, that was fine with me; but if there was more to it than that, I wanted him to know that was okay, too. But lust seemed to be it for now, Zac’s moan echoing between us as he lowered himself onto my dick. And that was fan-fucking-tastic with me.
“Motherfuck…” Zac cursed loudly, followed quickly by a meek little whimper, and I couldn’t keep a straight face.
“Anyone ever tell you you got a dirty mouth?”
“You didn’t seem to mind how dirty it was earlier,” Zac shot back with a grin. I loved our banter, and I loved that we were able to keep it up with him riding my cock. Our comments were usually pretty dirty to begin with, so I could only imagine the kind of stuff we could come up with now. And imagine I would, when I wasn’t otherwise occupied.
“Never said I did,” I said with a wink and a roll of my hips. That drew a gasp and a curse from Zac; so did the next time I did, and the next. When I actually thrust up against him finally, he got the hint, picking himself up slowly and dropping back down.
“Fuck, yeah Zac…” I used to always laugh about how drummers did it better, but Zac was sure as hell proving it as he found a rhythm, rolling his hips like a pro. I gripped said hips, thrusting up to meet him; every fantasy I’d had was being blown to hell as Zac ground against me. He raked his nails down my chest and I threw my head back, sucking in a breath.
“Yeah, Zac… Ride that cock.” I half expected him to blush, but instead he just grinned, riding me even harder. I swore loudly, digging my nails into his hips. So he wanted to play rough, huh? Oh baby, he didn’t know what he was in for. But I had a hunch he’d enjoy it anyway.
“Hold still.” I held him steady, smirking as he looked down at me quizzically. I let him wonder for a second, grinning like a cheshire cat, before I started drilling into him like a jackrabbit on speed.
“Carrick! Oh god!” Zac’s screams were music to my ears as I hammered into him even faster.
“Yeah? You like that?” As if I had to ask.
“God, yes,” Zac moaned, his whole body shaking. And not just from the force of me slamming my cock into his ass at roughly 100mph. Still, he found the motor control to grab my hand and wrap it around his own dick. Smirking up at him, I matched the furious pace I’d set, sending him into another fit of moans and curses. It occurred to me that if anyone ever recorded that, they’d make a fortune in a day. If Zac didn’t kill them first.
“Fuck Zac… Feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah, you’re not so bad either,” Zac fired back without missing a beat. Oh no he didn’t. I slowed down, pulling almost all the way out; Zac didn’t have time to pout before I slammed into him as hard as I could.
“Shit!” Zac gasped, his eyes going wide.
“Yeah, take it…” I drove into him again, twisting my wrist as I jacked him at the same blinding speed. I found a new rhythm, slower, but twice as hard; it almost hurt, in that delicious pleasure-mixed-with-pain kind of way. There was probably a point of no return back there somewhere, but it wasn’t like either of us were planning on stopping any time soon.
“Told you I could,” Zac growled, baring his fangs at me.
“Fuck yeah you can,” I growled right back. “You want it?”
“Fuck yes.” Zac was panting now, well we both were really, and I was breaking out in a sweat as we gritted our teeth at each other, two wild dogs baring their teeth. And their cocks.
“Yeah? You ready for it?”
“Yes. Fuck, Carrick. Give me all you got.”
“All I got, huh?” I still managed to smirk at him, breathless as I was. “You sure about that?” I wasn’t going to last much longer, though; Zac was just too tight, too hot, and we’d waited too damn long to do this.
Zac
“I. Can. Take. It,” I replied with a nod, shaking a little at the thought of it.
Getting fucked by Carrick was like an out of body experience. I could feel everything – oh god could I feel everything – and I could hear the words coming out of my mouth, but it didn’t sound like me at all. I felt like I had to prove myself to him, and begging pathetically, which seemed to be my usual way, wasn’t going to get the job done.
“You asked for it…”
He grasped my hips with both hands, pulling me down hard onto his cock. His hips lifted completely off the couch as he pounded up into me with a speed and intensity that I hadn’t expected from him at all. Carrick was so tiny, but he was definitely all muscle, and I had found a damn good use for those muscles. It didn’t even matter that he wasn’t the biggest I had had. The way he was slamming into me still felt fucking incredible – intense pleasure, with just a little bit of pain.
I let out a scream. “Fuck… yes…”
Carrick screamed as well, and it sounded absolutely beautiful. Between that and the way he was fucking me, I was practically in sensory overload. “Fuck.. here it comes… Fuck, Zac. Take it all…”
“Oh fuck,” I growled. “I will…”
He thrust up into me one last time, his hands grasping my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled me down onto him and held me there. He screamed my name as he came, and the sound of that combined with the feeling him exploding inside me, was enough to push me over the edge as well.
“Shit… fuck…” I gasped out, the words trailing off into a pathetic cry.
His teeth gritted, Carrick said, “Fucking… take it…”
“I… told you… I could…” I panted, waves of pleasure still shooting through me as Carrick held me in place.
Carrick’s chest was heaving as he finally relented and collapsed back against the couch. With a weak smirk, he replied, “Knew you could.”
I chuckled, lifting myself off his cock somewhat reluctantly, and collapsing on top of him. For a second, I worried that he would be uncomfortable with all my weight on him, but he didn’t seem to mind it when I was riding him, so I figured he could take this, too. He wrapped his arm loosely around me, and any desire I had to move faded away.
“Well damn…” he said, still a little breathless, then let out a laugh.
I attempted a serious face, which wasn’t easy at all. “You better be fucking surprised now.”
His eyes shifted left and right, his trademark smirk returning to his face. “We’ll go with that.”
I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question it. I figured that was as close as I was going to get to surprising him. He just chuckled and gave me a soft kiss. It was almost sweet, which was kinda weird, considering the source.
“You are a bastard, you know that?” I asked, smiling despite my harsh words. That was just how the two of us communicated, though.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, grinning. He leaned back and closed his eyes, obviously unconcerned about the little insult I had just flung his way. “You love me.”
“Yeah, whatever. Your cock, I love. The rest of you I tolerate,” I replied, chuckling. I couldn’t even believe I’d managed to get the words out without blushing, but really, it was hard to be embarrassed about anything when I was sticky with our come.
Carrick let out a loud laugh and ruffled my hair. I couldn’t help grinning, so fucking glad that we could still joke around like that – even if the jokes had managed to get even dirtier than before. I hadn’t really thought this whole having sex with my best friend thing through. I just needed him by my side, as friend, but how could I have turned down the chance to have more than that? I didn’t know how much more, though. I was happy for it to just stay like this – best friends, joking around and having amazingly hot sex.
He let out a happy sigh and glanced around the room. I followed his eyes nervously. He caught my eyes and said, “Just checking out the new pieces…”
Just as I had feared, his eyes fell on the Jordan painting. My smile fell away completely; I couldn’t have even faked a smile if I had wanted. Carrick noticed the change, of course.
“What’s up?” He asked, frowning a bit.
“It’s… nothing.”
“Uh huh,” he replied. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a really shitty liar?”
“Yeah I think I’ve heard that before…”
Carrick chuckled. “I wonder where…”
I gave a sigh, but didn’t reply. Instead, I peeled myself off of him and walked into the tiny bathroom in the corner, retrieving some baby wipes and a towel. I tossed the towel to Carrick, not looking his way as I cleaned myself up. His eyes were still on me; I could feel them burning a hole in me as I picked up my boxer briefs and pulled them back on. I sat back down on the couch, but on the opposite end, suddenly feeling a need to get some distance between us.
“Dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood.”
“It’s okay,” I replied, giving him a weak smile. It was all I could manage, really. I had fought back thoughts of Taylor the best I could while I was on top of Carrick, but it wasn’t so easy to forget him now. “You didn’t mean to, I know.”
“You wanna talk about it?” Carrick asked, sitting up.
I chuckled softly. “Not really, but…”
“Well, you know I’m here if you need me,” he said, giving me a genuine smile – not his standard smirk. It was a rare look from him, and I loved every time I got to see it.
“I know, man,” I replied, nodding. “Have I mentioned lately how awesome you are?”
In an instant the smirk was back. “Yeah, but you can always remind me.”
I shoved him playfully. “Yeah, like your ego needs any more… stroking…”
Carrick snorted. If there was anyone I could count on to always laugh at my sense of humor – which had quit developing at roughly the age of twelve – it was him. The laughter didn’t last long, though; in another instant, his was face was serious and he was rubbing my back lightly.
“Seriously, though. If you need to talk, I’m here. Or if you just need someone to lean on. Whatever you need, I’m there for ya.”
“I know,” I replied, nodding. I decided to take the offer literally and leaned back against him. “That painting… it was for him.”
He glanced at the painting, probably looking for some new meaning in it, then back at me. “It’s beautiful.”
I shrugged. “Thanks.”
“What happened?” He asked softly.
There was the question I was afraid of. My next words had to be chosen super carefully. I wanted to tell Carrick everything – god help me, even the fact that it was Taylor – but I didn’t think it was really appropriate to spring that on him while he was still naked. Or, probably, ever.
“We umm… we met online,” I said. That was as good a place to start as any. With a chuckle I added, “Kinda cheesy, huh?”
“A bit, but that’s cool,” he replied, that genuine smile back on his face. “Tell me about him.”
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the dive I was about to take. There was no good way to tell the whole sordid story, so I figured I might as well just work my way through it chronologically, giving Carrick all the highlights.
“I wasn’t really… looking for anything like that. We were just chatting and he seemed really cool. I mean, I didn’t even realize he was a guy. His name wasn’t, uh, obviously male. And he was flirting with me, so…”
Carrick smirked. “Oh, Zac…”
“I know, I’m a dumbass.”
“You said it, not me,” he said with a smirk and a wink.
I grinned a little, then sighed. “So, things got… carried away.”
Carrick rubbed my back soothingly. It was such a simple thing to do, but it always made me feel better. We were both touchy feely people like that anyway, so whenever we hung out we were always practically velcroed together. That whole “flirting with him” thing was starting to make sense… Shaking my head, I tried to focus on my story again.
“It scared me shitless at first… how much I wanted it. I still tried to deny it. Refused to believe that I was… well, you know.”
His smirk softened a little. “Yeah…”
“I mean, I was seriously in denial. I kept making excuses, and then… that night with Kate happened. And I was still making excuses.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. I knew I sounded awful, but I couldn’t and wouldn’t try to sugarcoat it or lie. “It was bad. I freaked out and tried to distance myself from him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. And I mean, not just sexually.”
I blushed a little at that last part, aware that it was ridiculous to blush at the mere word sex after what we had just done. But Carrick didn’t comment on it. He just nodded and waited for me to continue.
“So, eventually I just had to admit it to myself. I was gay, and I really, really liked this guy.”
Carrick nodded again, smiling sadly. “I can tell.”
“We still fought for a while before we were both ready to admit what we felt, though. But once we did, things were… amazing.” I thought back to those first few weeks of our relationship online. I remembered how excited Jordan had been to see my art, and how I had started on that painting one day, unsure if he would ever really see it, but unable to keep my hands away from the canvas. Sometimes art – songs, paintings, whatever – just forced themselves out of me like that. With a tiny nod in the direction of the painting I said, “That’s when I painted that.”
“It really is beautiful, Zac,” Carrick replied, smiling. “And I get it, now that you told me – the computer screen and all.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “So, after we had been officially together or whatever for like a month, we umm, actually met in person.”
“How’d that go?”
“Umm… well it was different,” I replied. Understatement of the fucking century. “I mean, obviously, it was all pretty new to me. But… he was incredible. More amazing than I’d imagined.”
Also more related to me than I had imagined, but I didn’t think it was quite time to let Carrick know that little detail.
He gave me a sad smile, and that was all it took to set off my waterworks. Sniffling, I said, “Everything was… perfect…”
Frowning, Carrick pulled me into a hug. “It’s okay, Zac.”
“It’s not, really,” I said, sniffling more and trying to fight the tears. “But having you here helps.”
He rubbed my back in that soothing way he had again and said, “That’s what I’m here for.”
“You’re alright, you know,” I replied, turning my head back to give him a weak smile. “I think I’ll keep you around.”
“Aww, really? You gonna give me a good home? With food, and walkies, and treats?”
Between giggles, I managed to say, “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll go over great when I tell the old lady you’re moving in.”
Carrick laughed loudly. “Just promise I get to be there. That’s gonna be a face worth remembering.”
“Oh man,” I said between laughs. “She would kill us both, I think.”
He threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep ya safe from the wicked witch of the south.”
“Yeah, okay,” I replied. “You can be my bodyguard.”
He gave my shoulders a squeeze. His voice soft, he said, “Definitely a body worth guarding.”
I blushed. It was still so fucking weird to hear Carrick complimenting me like that. I felt his eyes on me and I turned my head again to glance back at him. “What?”
“He doesn’t know what he walked out on.”
I felt my face heating up again and I glanced away. “I think he’s got a pretty good idea.”
Carrick brushed a piece of hair from my eyes. “Then he’s a dumbass.”
“No argument there,” I replied, laughing softly. I knew at any moment my tears could start falling again, just thinking about Taylor, but Carrick was good at keeping me distracted with his humor. I appreciated it more than he could possibly know.
He leaned his head against mine and kissed my temple. “I’m really glad you called me, Zac.”
“I’m glad I called you, too.”