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Tristan was trying to get a text back from his boyfriend but still there was nothing. He was groaning and whining from the lack of communication. It was hard being with him at times, and this was one of the worst. It wasn’t like his boyfriend was busy, he just wasn’t responding and when he did it was the most plain responses Tristan had ever seen.
“I hate boyfriends” Tristan complained.
Kevin looked over at his best friend. “What he do now?”
“He’s barely talking to me” Tristan pouted. “I hate this. I like when he pays attention to me.”
Kevin chuckled. “He’s probably just busy with finals or something.”
“That doesn’t start for him for another week” Tristan argued. “He just doesn’t care.” He sighed, sadly. “I just really want to find a guy who can’t take his eyes off of me.”
Kevin looked over at his best friend. “You’re being dramatic.”
“I thought that was your favorite thing about me” Tristan giggled. He took a risk and climbed on to Kevin’s lap. He rubbed his hand down his best friend’s chest.
“What are you doing?” Kevin asked. “Why are you on top of me?”
“I want your attention” Tristan pouted. “My boyfriend won’t give me any—so my best friend should.”
Kevin shook his head. “And if your boyfriend knew about this he’d probably freak out.”
“Why?” Tristan grinded against his best friend’s bulge with a grin plastered to his face. “Do you think he’d be jealous?”
“Very jealous” Kevin grinned, grabbing Tristan’s hips and pulling him against his bulge harder. “We’ve got to stop fucking doing this.”
Tristan frowned. “But why? Don’t you like when we do this?”
“I do, Tris” Kevin assured his best friend. “But it’s getting harder to pretend like I don’t want to fuck your brains out when your stupid boyfriend’s around.” He stared at him. “So maybe it’s best if we stop doing this before we have actual feelings for each other.”
Tristan started to unbutton Kevin’s shirt. “Kev, I already do. I’d rather be with you than with the jerk I’m dating.” He shook his head and fisted Kevin’s shirt. “You actually spend time with me and make me feel sexy—he never does.” He moved his fingers to the last button and undid it. He opened Kevin’s shirt and rubbed down his athletic chest. “I want you to fuck me so bad, Kev.”
“Shit” Kevin moaned. “I really shouldn’t. We’re supposed to be best friends—we’re really risking the friendship like this.”
Tristan grinned. “You’re so fucking hot—” He circled his finger around Kevin’s peck. “—so it’s worth risking it for.” His fingers moved down and grazed against Kevin’s abs. “I want to ride your cock so fucking bad, Kev.”
“Fuck, Tris” Kevin licked his lips. He put his hands on Tristan’s cheeks and squeezed. “You’re such a fucking slut. Begging me to fuck you when you already have a boyfriend.”
Tristan giggled and moved his hands to Kevin’s belt buckle. “I’m your slut, Kev, please let me ride your cock. I need it so fucking bad.”
“Fine” Kevin smirked. “Get my pants off and I’ll fuck you, slut.”
Tristan laughed as he undid his buckle and then did the button on Kevin’s jeans. He slipped down to the floor and pulled Kevin’s pants down to his ankles, jerking Kevin’s boxers down with them.
Tristan grinned as he wrapped his hand around Kevin’s cock. He spit on the head and moved his saliva all over the cock before he took it in his mouth. Kevin moaned and dipped his head back, his hands in Tristan’s hair combing and pulling.
“Goddamn I’ve missed your mouth” Kevin admitted. “It’s been too fucking long since the last time, baby.”
Tristan took the whole member down his throat and he gagged, causing Kevin to grin. Tristan placed his hands on Kevin’s abs as he took it back down his throat but this time the gagging wasn’t as bad. He pulled his mouth off his best friend’s cock as he tried to catch his breath.
“Do you only choke on my cock?” Kevin asked, curiously.
“Yeah” Tristan giggled. “My boyfriend’s cock is nowhere near as big as yours. He’s so small.”
“You deserve better, Tris” Kevin told him. “You deserve to be fucked by a big cock.”
Tristan, after pulling off his shirt and tiny shorts, grinned and climbed back into Kevin’s lap. “Then fuck me.”
Kevin spit in his hand and massaged his saliva inside Tristan’s hole as he tried to use it as a form of lube. “I ain’t running upstairs to get my lube so you’ll have to suffer through.” He placed his cock at Tristan’s entrance. He grabbed Tristan’s waist, helping him sink down on his cock.
Tristan cried out. “Kev!” He dug his fingers in to Kevin’s toned chest and his moans became louder. “Fuck. You feel so big in me, Kev!”
“This is what you wanted” Kevin chuckled. “Remember that.” He pulled on Tristan’s waist, getting him to bounce on his cock. “You wanted me to fuck you. Right?”
“Yeah” Tristan whined as he clawed one hand in to Kevin’s bicep and the other in to one of Kevin’s pecks. “I still do, baby. It’s just been so long I need time to adjust—”
“Ride my cock” Kevin slapped his ass cheeks hard and grinned. “No slowing down, pretty boy.”
Tristan whimpered as Kevin caused him to land down harder. Tristan gasped feeling Kevin’s cock hitting deep against his most sensitive spot. He dug his fingers even deeper, unable to think. He worked his hips and he dipped his head back as Kevin’s cock was hammering up against his spot.
“Come on, baby” Kevin slapped his cheeks and squeezed them. “I want to cum in your pretty little ass.”
Tristan couldn’t take it. As he landed roughly on Kevin’s cock once more he came all over Kevin’s abs, digging into them and crying out. Kevin had a grin on his face but hearing Tristan’s moans was enough for him. Kevin didn’t bother pulling out, he came deep inside his best friend and laughed.
Kevin chuckled. “Happy now, slut?”
“Only when I’m with you” Tristan leaned down to his best friend and placed his lips on his.
“Break up with your fucking boyfriend then” Kevin slapped his cheek. “And I fucking mean it.”
“I will” Tristan swore. “Just kiss me again.”
Their lips were back on one another as their tongues collided, rolling over one another and swirling around.