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It was just a peck, really. No tongue, not even a nibble, just his best friend suddenly taking hold of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. So why did Tucker Jones feel like he was about to collapse? His heart was pounding, his knees were buckling, his lips were tingling, and his cock was pressing obscenely against the front of his pants. "You kissed me," Tucker said, trying to confirm that he hadn't imagined the earth shattering moment. He'd made a simple observation about a couple of hot guys they saw making out at the bar earlier that evening, denied being straight when his best friend expressed surprise at the comment, and the next thing he knew, Tucker was being kissed. "Yeah, I did," Finnegan Helford replied casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to suddenly plant one on your buddy after twenty-five years of friendship. "I didn't say you could kiss me." Okay, that came out all wrong. It sounded as if Tucker didn't want the kiss when his body was telling him that he most definitely did. In fact, he wanted another one, but Finnegan was babbling endlessly about some sort of legal theory. Now was so not the time for work talk. "Finn?" "Yeah?" Finnegan whispered nervously. "Stop being a lawyer for a minute and kiss me again." Thankfully, Finnegan complied. A shaky hand reached toward Tucker's chest slowly, as if giving him the chance to change his mind. But instead of moving away from his friend's touch, Tucker moved closer and watched Finnegan lick his lips, close his eyes, and lean toward him. He met Finnegan halfway and darted his tongue out, taking his first taste of the person who meant more to him than anybody else in the world. Oh, God, Finn was delicious. Tucker moaned and grasped his friend's hips, pulling him close and grinding against him. Teeth nipped at lips, hands mapped chests and backs, and and cocks slid together under the barrier of clothing. Tucker lowered his hands to the firm ass that had distracted him during many a basketball game and almost came in his pants when Finnegan cried into this mouth and then sucked on his tongue. It felt so damn good. "TJ," Finn gasped. Tucker didn't like the sudden separation of their mouths so he wove his fingers through Finnegan's hair and pulled him back into the kiss. "TJ, stop. Stop." Tucker reluctantly pulled away just far enough to give Finnegan room to breathe and talk. He hoped it wouldn't take long. "What's wrong?" "Oh, I don't know," Finnegan replied sarcastically, which was quite a feat since he was still trying to drag air into his lungs. "Maybe the fact that my straight best friend just gave me the best kiss of my life." One side of Tucker's mouth went up in a cocky grin and his eyes twinkled. "Best kiss of your life, huh?" Finnegan scowled and smacked the back of his head. "Ow! What'd you do that for?" Tucker rubbed his hand over the injured area. "I'm trying to get your attention, dumb ass," Finnegan growled. "You know, calling me a dumb ass is not a good way to get into my pants, Finn." "Since when is getting into your pants a fucking option? TJ, you're straight!" Tucker sighed and rubbed his hands up and down Finnegan's arms, trying to calm his friend down. "Just cos you keep saying it, doesn't make it true. I'm not straight, Finn. Never have been." "But ... but you date women. You've always dated women," Finnegan sputtered, sounding painfully confused. "That's true. But I've also fooled around with guys," Tucker answered. "Since when?" "Uh, what like the first time? I don't know." Tucker thought back. "Freshman year in college maybe?" "How could you hide this from me?" Finnegan asked incredulously. Tucker hated the hurt tone in his friend's voice. "I didn't hide anything. You just never asked." "But you didn't tell me you were gay!" Finnegan's hurt feelings had turned into anger fast enough to give Tucker whiplash. "I didn't tell you I was straight either, Finn. Apparently, you just assumed," Tucker replied in frustration. "And for the record, I'm not gay. I'm bi." Finnegan shook his head. "Ooookay, so you're into girls and guys?" Tucker nodded. "Yeah, that's what bi means." "So why haven't you ever tried anything with me?" Finnegan's hand flew to his mouth as soon as the words came out. A deep blush covered his face and he looked anywhere but at Tucker's face. He tried not to smile, but a shy version of Finnegan was absolutely adorable. Tucker bit his lower lip to hide his amusement and cupped Finnegan's chin, tilting his friend's head up until their eyes met. "It's not that I don't find you attractive, Finn, because I really, really do." He moved his free hand toward Finnegan's and pulled the other man's palm forward until it rested firmly on his still hard cock. "But you know what they say about not shitting where you eat. You're my best friend. What if I made a move and we weren't compatible and then things got awkward? I couldn't risk it. I love you, Finn. You mean too much to me." Finnegan laughed and shook his head. "That's so like you, TJ. You're either all in or you don't play the game." Tucker shrugged. "Yeah, well, what's the point in doing something if you're only gonna do it half-assed, you know?" Finnegan's smile softened and he reached up to Tucker's face, pushing his brown hair off his forehead and then tracing the curve of his face over to his kiss-swollen lips. "So, what exactly did you mean when you said you've fooled around with guys?" Tucker felt his groin tighten in reaction to his friend's touch and the tenderness in his husky voice. "You want me to show you?" Finnegan swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes burning with arousal. Tucker grinned and tugged Finnegan's hand, leading them to his bedroom. They stopped at the foot of the bed and stared at one another, each man seemingly too nervous to make the first move. Eventually Tucker laughed. "This is silly. We've seen each other naked hundreds of times." He reached for the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head. When his fingers got to the button on his pants, Finnegan covered his hand. Tucker looked up and met glistening eyes. "Wait," Finnegan whispered. "Let me." Tucker nodded and dropped his hands to his sides, then he watched his friend slowly unbutton and unzip his pants and push them down to his ankles along with his briefs. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of everything, standing naked and hard in front Finnegan. Brown eyes raked over his body from toes to eyes and back down again. "You're fucking hot as hell, TJ." "Glad you think so. My turn?" "Uh, huh." Finnegan nodded. Tucker's hands trembled as he reached forward and slowly pushed Finnegan's shirt up his chest. As soon as tan, smooth skin was exposed, Tucker moaned and dipped down to taste. He licked his way across Finnegan's sternum, sucked on perfect, brown nipples until they were swollen buds, and gnawed across that strong jaw line, pulling away only long enough to get the shirt over Finnegan's head. Then his mouth found its way back to Finnegan's soft lips and the two men kissed once again. "Damn, TJ! Your lips are fucking lethal." Another crooked grin and one raised eyebrow met Finnegan's comment. "Well, you're about to get an up close and personal demonstration of just what my lips can do." Tucker shoved Finnegan's pants and briefs down slender hips and gently pushed his friend to a sitting position on the bed. Then he dropped to his knees, sat back on his ankles, and unlaced Finnegan's shoes. Tucker took off the right shoe first, followed by the sock, and then lifted a perfectly shaped foot to his mouth and rained kisses down on it. Finnegan whimpered quietly, watching him with wide eyes as he repeated his actions for the other foot and then set it down, letting the clothing that had been pooled at Finnegan's ankles drop to the ground. Then he raised himself until he was kneeling in front of the bed, looking straight at Finnegan's thick cock. Licking his lips in anticipation, Tucker circled his hand around the hot flesh and lowered his mouth toward the bulbous head. One swipe of his tongue across Finnegan's glans had Tucker shaking. It was perfect - the feel of that hard dick in his hand, the taste of the precum leaking out for him, and the sound of his friend moaning. He opened his mouth wide and dropped it over Finnegan's erection, taking it in as far as he could, before pulling back up again. His hand kept a tight grip on the bottom of Finnegan's cock, following the movements of his mouth as he bobbed up and down at an increasingly rapid pace. "TJ! Oh, God, TJ. I'm gonna." Finnegan's hands were fisting the comforter, his hips were thrusting off the bed, and his breath was coming out in fast gasps. "Seriously, TJ. Can't hold it. Can't hold it." Tucker didn't stop, he just sucked harder, waiting for his prize. He didn't need to wait long, one more hard suck and Finnegan was calling his name and releasing hot, creamy seed into his mouth. Tucker suckled until Finnegan's cock stopped pulsing, then he pulled his mouth off that delicious cock and got to his feet, looking down at his friend's flushed face. "Will you suck me, Finn?" He asked huskily. "God, yes," Finnegan whispered as he wrapped his hand around Tucker's cock and moved his head forward to take it into his mouth. Tucker's hand caressed the back of Finnegan's head, encouraging his movements forward. Not that Finnegan needed any encouragement. The man made happy noises as he sucked, twirled his tongue over Tucker's glans on every upstroke, and then dropped back down and took that long cock all the way into his throat. "You're so good at that, Finn. Oh, yeah, suck me. Make me cum." The dirty talk seemed to wind Finnegan up just as much as it did Tucker, because he sucked harder and faster. Then Tucker noticed that Finnegan had taken himself in hand and was stroking an already reenergized cock. "Of, fuck, yeah. Stroke yourself off, wanna watch you shoot again." "Mmm, hmm," Finnegan moaned around a mouthful of cock. Tucker wove his fingers through Finnegan's soft hair and thrust his hips gently back and forth, slowly fucking his friend's mouth. He watched Finnegan's glazed eyes, his stretched out lips, and his hand flying over that hard cock and knew that he'd never been more turned on in his life. "I'm right there, Finn. Just a little more, a little more ..." He tightened his grip on Finnegan's hair and held him still as he thrust a little faster, pumping into that welcoming mouth until his entire body shook with pleasure. "Now, oh, fuck now. Take it, Finn! Take my load." He came hard enough to see stars and heard Finnegan shouting around his cock. He looked down to see his friend's cum coated hand and knew they'd found their pleasure together. "Wow," Finnegan whispered, as he nuzzled Tucker's balls. "Yeah." Tucker softened his grip on Finnegan's hair, petting him gently. "I'd say we're very compatible." "Uh, huh," Tucker rasped. "So what now?" Finnegan whispered. Tucker looked at the person who'd filled many so roles in his life - neighbor, classmate, best friend, frat brother, study partner, roommate, and, now, lover. He pushed Finnegan up on the bed and blanketed that firm, muscular body with his own. Then he traced Finnegan's jaw line with his finger and gazed into hopeful brown eyes. "Well, I'd say that now we have it all." THE END
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