Highway to Hellby AC/DC comes on, and he flicks the volume up, rolling his window down. The energy in the car is light and fun, and I can’t help but join in on the road concert the other three are putting on.
Peeking in my rear-view mirror, Aston and Knox have their arms around each other’s shoulders as they put their drunk hearts and souls into these lyrics. Looking to my right, Crew has his arm air surfing out the window, head resting on the seat, eyes closed, and a carefree grin on his face as he sings along.
By the time we pull into our neighborhood, we’re all singing along toDon’t Stop Believin’by Journey, loud enough that our voices will probably be hoarse in the morning. Parking in front of the house, we continue to sing the song collectively, even after the car is turned off and we’re walking up to the front porch.
It’s well after two in the morning, and thank God the houses on our block are spread out. Wouldn’t be surprised if my parents wake up before we’re able to get into the bedrooms. Crew and the other two head upstairs, as I go into the kitchen and grab us all water bottles and some ibuprofen for my drunk counterparts.
Leaving two of the water bottles outside of Aston’s room, I rap my knuckles on the door before heading into my own room. Crew’s sleeping in here with me tonight, and he’s already stripped down to his boxers and walking over to the bed.
Before I can stop myself, my eyes roam over the expanse of his almost naked body. In high school, he was a wide receiver. His long, strong legs are fast, and his physique is perfect for the position. He doesn’t work out like he used to when he played, but a subtle six-pack is still visible, and the V on his hips is prominent. His skin is a naturally tan shade—almost olive, but not quite. A light dusting of dark hair that is barely visible sprinkles his chest, down his abdomen, disappearing under his boxers.
My skin warms and my dick twitches as I force myself to look away from his crotch.That was fucking weird.
Plugging both of our phones into the chargers, we slide under the covers and let sleep take us away. Crew seems to drift quickly, but it takes me a while longer. Thoughts of why my body is reacting the way it is around him are heavy on my mind.
Problem for a different day.
Chapter Nine
Crew
Fuck, my head hurts.
Memories of last night flood my mind, playing like a slideshow on a loop. Bowling. Anderson. The gang.Allthose tequila shots. The pounding, throbbing head makes sense.
I’m not ready to get up yet. I’m way too comfortable. Pillow soft warmth surrounds me, birds chirping sound in the distance, and without opening my eyes, I can tell the room is flooded with light.
My entire front is wrapped around a warm, firm pillow. Hips rocking lazily, the friction on my morning wood sends a chill through my body. Nestling my face into the pillow, inhaling the scent of subtle sandalwood, my arms tighten their grip.
The pillow scoots back, sliding against my erection, a groan falling from my lips.Fuck, that feels good.
Wait—
My eyes blink open, the room coming into view. The pillow I’ve been cuddling is, in fact, not a pillow at all. It’s Anderson.
Fuck.
As quietly and gently as possible, I roll over and off the bed, making my way to the bathroom. Once inside, with the door locked, I stare at myself in the mirror.
My sleepy eyes.
My bedhead hair.
The raging boner threatening to pop out of my underwear.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Not only was I fuckingspooningmy best friend, but I was thrusting into his fucking ass—andliked it!What in the actual fuck?! We have slept in the same bed together many,manytimes, and we havenevergravitated toward one another andcuddledbefore.
Turning the faucet on, I splash cold water on my face, willing my fucking dick to calm the hell down. My body has been having this reaction toward him lately—more than a few times—and I don’t fucking get it. I shoved all this shit to the darkest, farthest corners of my mind years ago. Why the fuck is all this shit resurfacing now?!
At first, I thought it was a one-off. That night I accidentally saw him fuck Calina, I dreamt about him and woke up with wood. Then, when I hooked up with Kalen, his face popped into my mind as I came. The very next night, I had a fuckingwet dreamabout him.
A wet fucking dream.
That hasn’t happened since I was, like, a freshman in high school. Now, all of the sudden, I can’t control my raging erections and my unconscious mind?
Fuck, I’m still rock fucking hard. Maybe I could just rub one out real quick?
No.