Just One Kiss

A Gay Romance Short Story

By

Savannah Brooks

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only and contains material some may find offensive. All characters portrayed herein are fictional and are mature, consenting adults (18+). Names, characters, businesses, places, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any and all resemblances to persons or places, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 by Savannah Brooks

All rights reserved.

Chapter 1

“Oh, come on, man!”

“I said no, Cole.”

“Dude, you’re the only one I can trust,” Cole said, his voice softer this time, and less insistent. “I’m asking you as my best friend to help me out.”

“This isn’t like me helping you carry stuff to your car. That’s helping a friend out. What you’re asking… fuck, Cole. No. I can’t. I won’t.”

“No one will ever know, Noah. All I’m asking for is a kiss so I’m not totally inexperienced when college starts in a couple months.”

“Can’t you find another guy? Someone who is gay? Who would be more than willing to kiss you?”

I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with Cole, yet again. Sure, we’d just graduated high school a few weeks ago and my parents had already set us up in a two-bedroom condo together. We were best friends after all, since kindergarten even. He’d come out to me and his parents a few years back. It never bothered me at all and our friendship had continued on as if nothing had changed, because really, nothing had. But being the shy, kinda nerdy guy that he was, he’d never found the courage to date any guys in high school. Now, he was afraid his lack of experience would only lead to more of the same in college.

“I don’t know anyone that is. Well… not anyone I would want to kiss.”

My brow quirked at that.

“Besides,” he continued. “It’s just you. So it’s not like I would need to worry about you wanting more or getting the wrong idea about it, right?”

“Yeah. That’s for damn sure,” I snorted.

“Come on, Noah. One kiss. That’s all. And I’ll stop pestering you.”

I leaned back against the kitchen counter, rubbing my palms over my face. He was never gonna stop asking. What could it hurt anyway? He’s right. No one would know but us. I trusted him to keep it between us and not go blabbing.

“Fine,” I ground out.

“Really?” Cole squeaked with excitement, bounding to stand in front of me. “Now?”

Best just get it over with. “Yes. Now.”

“Okay. How—”

I didn’t let him finish. I just grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. His inexperience was obvious at first, as was his shock. I could tell he didn’t know what to do. I just tried to do what I would do with any girl. Start off slow, then push in deeper. So that’s what I did.

It was only lips at first. Pressing. Tugging. Kneading. Within a few seconds, Cole started to respond, mimicking my movements. His soft, moist lips caressed mine. The sensation of his kiss sent warmth cascading through me. He nipped my bottom lip and that’s when I lost it.

I pressed my tongue into his mouth and pulled his body tight against mine, needing to feel him against me. Cole’s hands wandered over my back, his fingers clawing through my cotton t-shirt. I licked deeper, my tongue sliding against his like I couldn’t get enough. I lost myself in the fire burning between us, the way he melted into me. The way his body molded to mine. He moaned into my mouth. God, he felt so good. I didn’t want to stop.

Then, something in him changed. His tongue dove deeper as he pushed his firm body against mine, pinning me against the counter. His kiss no longer sweet and tentative, but passionate and possessive. A low growl escaped him as consumed me. Claimed me. I moaned, my need for more of him becoming just that. Need. His hands roamed, moving around to my front. Sliding down my chest… my stomach… my straining erection.

Erection? Fuck!

My eyes snapped open and I pushed him away, not sure what to make of what just happened. I was not supposed to get hard over kissing a guy.

“Wow,” Cole whispered, and I realized he was as breathless as I was.

“Yeah, so um… yeah.”

I couldn’t look him in the eye, knowing I was flush with embarrassment. Turning, I hightailed it out of the kitchen, not stopping until I reached my room. I closed and locked the door behind me, letting out a long, deep breath. My heart pounding.

What in the fuck just happened out there? What did I do? Not only did I kiss my best friend, but it was the best fucking kiss of my life. What the hell did that mean? I’m not supposed to like kissing another guy, and yet, I couldn’t get enough. Damn it, Cole!

I ran both hands through my hair and jumped when a knock sounded on the door at my back.

“Noah?”

Oh God, please go away. I knew I couldn’t possibly face him right now.

“Noah? You okay?” he asked, his voice muffled through the door.

I shook my head, knowing he couldn’t see me. Of course I wasn’t okay.

“Look, Noah. I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry I pushed you. I messed up. I didn’t think you would be so upset. I won’t say anything. Just… forget it ever happened, okay?”

I couldn’t answer, but I knew there was no way I would ever forget that kiss.

After a few seconds, I heard Cole let out a breath and then retreating footsteps. I felt bad ignoring him, but I didn’t know what else to do. I needed time to overcome this. To figure out what had gone wrong. Why I’d felt the way I did. My mind raced with possible explanations until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Pushing off the door, I flopped down on my bed, curled into a ball, and willed myself to sleep.

***

I woke to a buzzing vibration against my hip. Rolling to my back, I rubbed my eyes and slipped my phone from my pocket. My phone buzzed again. I swiped the screen, the light from the display casting a dim glow in my now darkened room. How long had I been asleep?

I squinted, trying to read the time on my phone. Eleven-thirty-six. Wow. Last thing I remembered was lunch… and Cole… and kissing him.

With a groan, I pulled my pillow over my face and held it there. How the hell was I going to be able to act like things were still normal between us when they clearly weren’t?

My phone buzzed again.

I pushed myself up to sit and looked at the screen. Four texts. All from Cole.

You awake?

I don’t know what else to do.

I’m sorry. It was a stupid idea.

Please talk to me.

I didn’t know what else to do either. Maybe I just needed to let it go. Act like it was nothing. Because that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Nothing. I was just helping him out. Showing him what it was like to kiss another guy. It had to be, because I wasn’t going to risk losing my best friend over something as trivial as a kiss.

My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten in almost twelve hours. I wondered briefly if I could sneak out to the kitchen for a snack while avoiding him somehow. Probably not. He’d either hear me or, more likely, he was probably reading on the couch. Either way, I knew I’d bump into him. I also knew I couldn’t continue to avoid him.

The pain in my gut overruled any more thought on the matter. I needed food.

Cracking open my door, I peered into the hall. A warm glow filtered in from the living room. Yep. Cole was still out there. I took a deep breath and readied myself.

Still in my socks, jeans, and t-shirt, I padded my way down the hall and made a beeline for the fridge. I avoided looking anywhere else because I didn’t know what I’d do when I saw him.

I found some leftover pasta and pulled it out.

“Noah?”

Cole’s whispered, unsure voice behind me almost broke me. I didn’t turn around. Instead, I continued to place the dish in the microwave, proceeding to set the time and hit start.

“Noah. Please, would you just look at me?”

I dropped my head, my chin nearly touching my chest, and let out a heavy sigh. I still couldn’t bring myself to turn and look at him.

“Fine.” I cringed at the anger now in his voice. “I said I was sorry. When you’re ready to just be my friend again, let me know.”

Behind me, I heard shuffling and zipping, like a backpack or suitcase. Panic shot through me as I spun around. Cole stood at the front door, lifting his backpack over his shoulder.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

“Why?” I tried not to choke on my words. I didn’t want him to actually leave. I just needed more time.

“Because it’s obvious that as long as I’m here, you’re going to keep avoiding me, so I figured I’d give you some space.”

Cole reached for the doorknob and pulled the door open. He paused, staring out into the dark. I stared at him, his back to me, silently begging him not to go. He wasn’t the one who screwed this up. I did. And now he was walking out and I couldn’t find the strength to stop him. My mind screamed for him to stay, but my mouth wouldn’t form the words.

“Cole,” I croaked, not sounding at all like myself.

He shifted his somber gaze toward me, his eyes pleading for me to say something more. But I couldn’t.

“Bye, Noah.”

With that, he was gone. And for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone.

Chapter 2

I woke up to a quiet, empty condo the next morning. Making my way to the kitchen, everything felt wrong. No coffee brewing. No fire blazing. No lights.

No Cole.

The cold, stillness sent a shiver through me as my stomach knotted. I already missed him.

Still half-asleep, I flipped on the kitchen light and fumbled with the coffee pot, all the while thinking of Cole. Thinking of the hurt and disappointment I saw in his face just before he left last night. I hated that I’d put that look on him. I hated myself even more for not having the guts to simply talk to him. If I couldn’t talk to him, my best friend, who could I talk to? Answer: No one.

I crossed the room and flipped the switch for the gas fireplace. After a few seconds, the fire roared to life. As I waited for the coffee to finish, I sank down into the sofa. The place I’d sat every morning since we’d moved in together. But without Cole sitting at the opposite end, it just wasn’t the same. I lay down, pulling one pillow under my head and another against my chest, and closed my eyes.

The memory of Cole kissing me flooded my mind. I remembered how good it felt, holding him close. His warm lips against mine. The way he took control. I don’t remember ever wanting anyone the way I wanted him in that moment. What did that mean, exactly? I wasn’t gay. I’d never thought of kissing another guy ever before. Never gave any a second look before. It was girls I’d always been drawn to. So why did I want to kiss him again?

The thoughts lingered in my mind as I drifted off. I woke again some hours later. Stretching, I clambered off the couch and drug myself to the kitchen. I’d slept so long, the coffee pot had automatically shut itself off. I poured a cup and put it in the microwave to reheat it. As I waited, I pulled my phone from my pocket and looked down, realizing I was still in the same clothes from yesterday. Not that I cared.

I checked my phone. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing. I placed it on the charger and grabbed my coffee, returning to the couch. This time, for some reason, I sat in Cole’s usual spot instead of mine. Just as I took a sip of coffee, my phone rang. Desperate to hear Cole’s voice, I sprinted for it, nearly spilling my coffee all over me. My heart sank when I saw it was my mom calling, not Cole. I didn’t want to talk to anyone else right now, but I answered anyway.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, retreating to my bedroom once again. It didn’t feel quite as empty as being in the rest of the house.

“Noah, honey, what’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath and wiped my hand down my face. “What makes you think something’s wrong?” I asked, feigning like I was okay as I flopped back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

“I’m your mother,” she said, like that explained it completely. “And I’ve never heard you sound so depressed when I call.”

“Oh.”

A few seconds of silence passed.

“What happened, honey?”

I sighed. “I messed up, Mom.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t fix.”

“I don’t know. It’s just…” Deep breath. “It’s Cole.”

“What about him?”

“He left.”

“What do you mean, he left?”

“He… he wanted me to kiss him, Mom. He’s never had a boyfriend before and had never even kissed anyone and he wanted to know what it was like.”

“And did you?”

“Yeah,” I cringed, holding my breath.

“And?”

I gulped and lay silent. I’d always been able to tell my mom anything.

“Noah?”

“I panicked, Mom. I… I wasn’t prepared for…”

“Prepared for what, honey?”

“I liked it,” I exhaled in a rush. “I wasn’t prepared for that. I panicked and shut myself in my room. I couldn’t face him. I was too afraid. I messed up. I shut him out, and now I don’t know what to do. I can’t lose him, Mom.”

“Oh, honey. You won’t lose him. Cole and you have been almost inseparable since you the day you met.”

“You didn’t see his face.” That face haunted my memory. The desolation in his eyes. He’d never looked at me that way before. My heart ached at knowing I was the one who’d put that look on his face. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep from crying.

I never cried. Not for anything or anyone before. But I was about to. For him.

“Noah?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice a little hoarse.

“I think you need to call Cole and talk to him.”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“But before you do, you need to think about where you want your relationship to go from here.”

“Relationship?”

“Yes. Do you want things to be the way they’ve always been, or do you want something more? You also need to think about how you’ll handle it if he doesn’t want more.”

If he doesn’t want more. Those words scared the living hell out of me. I wasn’t gay, but I suddenly felt like I wanted more with him. Only him. That’s why it scared me so much. And he was my best friend. What if everything fell apart if we couldn’t work it out?

“Whatever you decide, honey, just remember one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“We don’t choose who we fall in love with.”

My breath caught in my lungs. In love? Was I in love with Cole? Had I always been and not realized it? I thought of everything we’d been through together. He was so deeply apart of my entire life. Every important moment, he’d been there. Anytime I needed him, he was there. I couldn’t imagine being without him. That didn’t necessarily mean I was in love. Then I thought about that kiss, and how much I wanted to kiss him again. More importantly, I imagined what I’d feel like not being able to kiss him again. That’s when it became clear.

I was in love with Cole.

“Thanks, Mom. I think I know what I need to do now.”

“Good.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “By the way, you still coming over next weekend for your sister’s birthday?”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it,” I smiled. The first time in more than twenty-four hours.

“You better get things worked out, because I expect Cole to be there too.”

“I will. I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, honey. I’ll let you go now.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Still gripping my phone, I let my hand fall to my side. I needed to call him. Get him to come home and tell him how I felt. The thought had me completely tied up in knots. My mother’s words lingered in my mind. What if he doesn’t want more? My heart was already breaking in anticipation of his rejection. But still, I couldn’t lie to him. I was a terrible liar anyway. He’d see right through it.

I swiped the screen on my phone and tapped his picture. Putting the phone to my ear, I waited for his voice. After a few rings, his voicemail picked up.

“Hey, Cole. I need to talk to you. And I’m sorry. Just… please come home. I… I miss you.” My voice caught in my throat so I quickly ended the call. Tears threatened again. God, what was up with me? I’d never been such a mess before. I rubbed the wetness from my eyes and rolled to my side, begging sleep to take me so the time until I saw him again would pass less painfully.

Chapter 3

A loud buzzing vibration jolted me awake. My eyes flew open as I sat up, my heart pounding. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, anxious to read the message, hoping it’s Cole letting me know he’s on his way home.

But what I saw on the screen drowned all my hopes.

Sorry. I can’t just yet.

I stared at the screen for several minutes. The phone remained silent. I should have known. Damn it! I should never have agreed to kiss him. Now I’d ruined everything. I’d destroyed thirteen years of friendship because of the way I reacted to that one stupid kiss. My heart broke, shattering completely. I had nothing left if I didn’t have Cole.

I turned my phone off and curled into a ball on my bed. I couldn’t bear any more bad news.

***

Monday morning came and still no Cole. I wasn’t ready to face the world again. Not without knowing where we stood. I called in sick to work, ate a piece of bread, and chugged a bottle of water. After a quick shower, I brushed my teeth and went back to bed, letting the misery and dull thump of my heartbeat lull me back to sleep.

***

“Noah!”

The distant sound of my name being called lured me from sleep. I groaned and cracked my eyes open, wondering if I’d dreamt it.

“Noah! You home?”

I heard the voice again, this time recognizing it in my groggy state. It was Cole. He was back. He was home. I scrambled out of my bed and sprinted toward the sound of his voice. We collided in the hallway just outside my door and I couldn’t wait any longer. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him in a hug. I didn’t care if he didn’t want me the way I wanted him. I just needed to hold him and know he was really back.

Cole’s arms closed around me. “Dude,” he whispered against my ear. “I didn’t know you missed me that much.”

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” I said hoarsely.

“Why would you think that?”

“Your text.”

“Text? As in just one?”

“Yeah.”

He pulled back and looked up at me. There was no hiding the worry in my face. “You shut your phone off again, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

“Damn it, Noah. You need to stop doing that.” Cole pulled his phone up, swiped at the screen a few times, and handed it to me. “Read,” he said. I took the phone and started scrolling as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. I started with the last message I recognized.

Sorry. I can’t just yet.

There was about a five minute gap before the next ones he’d sent, one right after another.

Hanging with my brother today.

He’s not doing so well. His fiancé broke their engagement.

You should come hang with us.

Noah? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out like that.

I miss you too.

Please answer me.

After reading the last message, I glanced back to Cole. He’d been watching me the entire time. He looked hurt, almost the way he looked the other night before he left me.

“You missed me?” I asked.

“Of course I did. You’re my best friend.”

Friend. That one word was a punch to my gut. My stomach cramped. I felt like I was gonna hurl.

“Noah? What’s wrong?”

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

“You know you can tell me anything. Don’t shut me out again. I said I was sorry.” He heaved a sigh. “I just want things back to the way they were.”

I shook my head again. “I don’t,” I mumbled.

“What?”

I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes down so I wouldn’t see the rejection I knew would come. “I don’t,” I said. Long pause. “I don’t want things to go back to the way they were. I want… more.”

“More?” Cole’s voice cracked. “What… what are you saying, Noah?”

“I—”

I tried to say the words. Force them out. Release them from the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t. I was afraid he’d recoil in disgust or just laugh at me. Living a lie would be less painful than dealing with his rejection. My chest constricted, closing in on my heart.

“Noah. Just say it!”

“I love you!” The words fell out without my permission and hung in the air between us. “I love you, okay! I just didn’t know how much until I kissed you. And it scared me. Because I didn’t want to stop. And because I need you. I can’t lose you…”

My words trailed off as I slouched against the wall opposite him and slid down until I was sitting on the soft, carpeted floor. I buried my face in my hands and started crying, my heart teetering on the edge of collapse as I braced myself for complete and utter rejection.

A gentle hand on my knee startled me. I didn’t look up as I waited for the final crushing blow. When no words came, I finally mustered the courage to look up at him, no longer caring that my face was flushed or that my eyes were strained and watery. Our eyes met and half a heartbeat later, he dipped down and crashed his lips against mine.

A desperate outpouring of pent-up emotions passed between our lips. This time, I let go and gave into everything I was feeling. I wanted this. Wanted him. And it seemed, maybe he wanted me just as much. As Cole climbed over me, I straightened my legs. He sat on my thighs, straddling me as he deepened our kiss. Hungry, wet, and sloppy, I couldn’t get enough. He explored every bit of my mouth with his warm, luscious tongue. He plunged it in deep and I wrapped my lips around it, sucking it further into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Cole moaned when I released his tongue. He ground his hips against me, letting me feel how hard he was. I grabbed his hips and thrust up against him. He tore his lips away, breaking our kiss, and leaned his forehead against mine. Breathless, my chest heaving, I looked up at him.

“Before this goes any further, there’s something I need to ask you,” Cole panted, pausing to catch his breath. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“What I want is you,” I breathed.

“You do realize I’m a guy, not a girl, right?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter, because no girl has ever made me feel like this before.”

“So does this mean you’re gay?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “Do we have to label it? Because all I know is that I’m in love with you and I don’t want to go a day ever again without kissing you or holding you. So if that means I’m gay, then so be it.”

“I’ve wanted that with you for as long as I can remember,” he said, pressing his lips to mine again in a soft, sweet kiss. “Will you let me call you mine? Will you be my boyfriend?” He nipped at my lip and licked at it.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, pulling his mouth to mine. He thrust his tongue in as he forced me to lie back on the hall floor. His greedy hands skimmed over my chest and down to the hem of my shirt. He pushed it up, breaking our kiss for less than a second to remove it completely before he mashed his lips to mine again. Shirt tossed aside, his fingers went for the waist of my pants and tugged them down just enough to free my swollen cock.

Cole wrapped his soft, slender fingers around the length of my shaft, stroking gently. I whimpered and moaned into his kiss, so sensitive to his touch. The last time someone touched me down there, it was a girl, and she had no idea what she was doing. But Cole. He just knew. Not because we were both guys, no. Somehow he knew just how to touch me that sent my need skyrocketing.

His lips left mine and trailed just under my jawline to my ear. All the while, his hand still stroking my hard length, threatening to take me to edge at any moment. He sucked at my earlobe and whispered, “I’m going to suck you off, and you’re going to come in my mouth. Then I’m going to fuck you until you come again.”

Holy fuck! God, yes! At just his words alone, I was about to come. Where did this side of him come from? I’d never seen him act in such a dominant way before, and for some reason, it really turned me the fuck on.

“Cole,” I mumbled incoherently. “I’m gonna come now if you don’t stop rubbing me like that.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we,” he teased, his voice low and seductive as he released my dick and squeezed the base of my shaft and balls together. A few seconds later, he let go all together. I grunted as my cock throbbed and slapped against my abs. Liquid warmth oozed from my tip. I’d been so close.

He licked and kissed and nipped his way down my body, pausing occasionally to suck at my skin, marking me. All the way down my neck… my chest… my stomach. Every touch against my hypersensitive skin sending a tingling sensation to the nerves and shivers up and down my spine. When he reached the head of my dick, purple and aching with need, he teased some more. Licking softly around the tip.

“Fuck, Cole… please.”

“Please what?” he grinned, looking right into my eyes as his lips lightly surrounded the tip. His heated gaze filled with so much lust and desire, and I knew it was all for me. Because I knew he’d never been with anyone before, and I knew then I wanted to be the only one to ever be on the receiving end of that look.

“Please. Suck me. I need to come.”

As the words fell from my lips, Cole wrapped his lips around the head of my dick and slid his warm mouth all the way down in one swift motion. I thrust my hips up, almost involuntarily. He grabbed my hips and held me down, slowly bobbing his head up and down, fucking me with his mouth. I grabbed his arms, needing to hold something, as his warm mouth stroked and sucked, faster and faster. I watched him for as long as I could, until my eyes closed and my head fell back. I was there. Right fucking there. I arched my back as much as Cole’s hold would let me and then it hit.

Explosions of light behind my eyes blinded me. I shot my load deep into his mouth, down his throat, moaning loudly. Tears of relief fell from the corners of my eyes as my dick twitched and spurted with my hot release. Cole milked every drop from me until no more came. Until I was completely spent and exhausted.

He crawled over my hot, sweaty body, leaned down, and kissed me, slow and deep. The taste of me still on his lips and tongue. “Wait here,” he ordered, his voice a firm whisper.

Pushing to his feet, he ran off toward his bedroom, leaving me lying on the hall carpet, half naked and still reeling over the most amazing blow job I’d ever had. I wasn’t quite sure how long he was gone for, but it wasn’t long before I felt his lips on mine again. He pulled my pants all the way off, nudged my legs apart, and lay between them, pressing his now naked body against mine. I moaned as his cock slid alongside mine, already springing back to life.

“Should we move to the bed or something?” I asked.

“No,” he growled, one of his hands slipping down to cup and massage our balls together. His finger teased the crack of my ass until he found the tight ring. “Next time, maybe. But right now, I want to fuck you hard, right here. This will be so much more memorable.”

My cock twitched, stiffening again in anticipation. Cole’s lips turned up into a mischievous smile, making me wonder if he’d lied to me about never having kissed anyone before.

“You sure you haven’t been with anyone before?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light and not break the mood too much. “Because you really seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Nope. You’re my first, but I feel like I just know what to do.” He grabbed the lube he’d brought back with him and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers. Finding my hole again, he rubbed around the puckered ring and then carefully pushed a finger inside. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

I nod, biting my lip as his finger gently probed deeper into my ass.

“Fuck, Noah, you’re so tight.”

I looked down at his hard shaft, standing at attention. Not like I’d done this before either. Just with one finger in, I felt stretched. He was definitely wider than me, and maybe a tad longer. I wasn’t sure I could handle him. The concern on my face must have been obvious.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll fit,” he assured me as he added another finger.

Slowly and deliberately, he glided his fingers in and out, stretching me open and even adding a third finger. After a few minutes, I had to admit, it was beginning to feel good. Then he curved his fingers inside me and I bucked my hips, my cock jumping.

“Oh fuck, man. Do… do that again.” He did and the pleasure shot through me once again. He continued to fuck my ass with his fingers, rubbing right over that sensitive spot over and over. “Shit… that feels… stop. Fuck. Put your dick in my ass.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his tone serious.

I wasn’t sure why he needed to ask that right now, but I answered him nonetheless. “Yes.”

Cole smiled and withdrew his fingers. He lubed up his cock. Glistening, nice and slick, he pushed the head against my hole and eased himself in steadily, sliding past the tight ring of muscle. He filled me completely, stretching my tunnel to accommodate his wide girth as he sank all the way in. Nothing between us.

“Fuck,” Cole hissed. “So hot. Fucking amazing.”

My face tight, I tried to relax as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. With each glide in and out, the slight burning sensation morphed to one of mind-numbing pleasure. His dick slid right over that ball of nerves, driving my entire body insane with need. More. I needed more.

“Faster,” I pleaded. “Fuck me faster.”

“Like this,” he growled, thrusting harder and faster.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like me fucking your ass, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” I whispered, my orgasm mounting. “Love it. Love you.”

“Good. ‘Cause we’re gonna do this every day. You’re mine now. Got that?”

I nodded, panting hard. “I’m so close again, Cole.”

“Fuck, me too,” he moaned. “Grab your dick and jerk yourself. Show me how much you want to come with my dick in your ass.”

I did as instructed, stroking myself, matching the speed of his thrusts. He slammed into me. Faster. Harder. Deeper. His heavy balls slapping against my cheeks. My body tensed as the first wave hit me. “Cole! Fuck!” I roared breathlessly. Hot cum shot from my dick, covering my hand, abs, and chest in ropes of white cream. Cole climaxed at the same time, filling my ass with his seed, growling my name over and over as he thrust deep a few more times and stilled. After a few seconds, he rubbed out the rest of his orgasm inside my spasming hole.

He collapsed on top of me, our bodies drenched with sweat, still trembling from the powerful, sweeping orgasm. Dragging much needed air into my lungs, I wrapped my arms around him as I waited for my brain function to return. “Wow,” I breathed. “I never knew sex could be that good. Fuck. I’ve never come twice like that before.”

Cole lifted his head from the curve of my neck and dropped a warm, wet kiss on my lips. “You didn’t mind me taking control like that?”

“Hell no. That was fucking hot. It did surprise me though. Who would have guessed my quiet, easy-going best friend had such a wild side?”

He arched a brow, a little smirk on his face. “Best friend?”

“Sorry. Boyfriend,” I grinned. Wow. It amazed me how good it felt to say that. Cole was my boyfriend now.

Cole’s eyes brightened, sheer happiness on his face. “That’s right. And it’s gonna stay that way until I can convince you to marry me.”

“Dude. One step at a time,” I laughed.

As I laughed outwardly, I quickly tested the idea of marrying Cole in my head. I’d always known we’d be close for the rest of our lives. But as I added the images of intimate moments to the vision I’d always known, my heart warmed. Days of holding hands and stealing kisses. Nights of making love and sleeping enfolded in his arms. I knew we were young, but I couldn’t imagine a life any better than any of that. I’d never find anyone ever again like Cole.

I looked up at Cole who smiled down at me like he knew what I’d been thinking.

“So?”

“So, what?” I asked.

“How did it make you feel? Imagining life married to me?”

I beamed, holding his loving, content gaze. “Perfect. Absofuckinglutely perfect.”

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A NOTE FROM SAVANNAH

You may have noticed as you read this story, that there are no specific physical descriptions of people or their surroundings. I did this purposely so that you, as the reader, were free to indulge your own imagination and see the characters and settings as you would see them. I hope this added to your enjoyment of this short, romantic story and welcome you back for more.

Thank you for reading!

If you enjoyed Just One Kiss, please check out more of Savannah’s gay romance short stories, also available on Amazon.

Falling for his Best Friend

Four years ago, Ryan realized he was gay. Since then, he’s also been secretly in love with his best friend, Jake. Over the years, Ryan watches his friend trudge through life, college, and several girlfriends and begins to see the same things in Jake that he’d seen in himself once.

When Jake comes home one afternoon, he’s convinced he’s just had the worst day of his life. Losing your job and your girlfriend within hours of each other will do that to a guy. So Ryan, his best friend and roommate, plans a guy’s night in to help get his mind off things.

Drunken fun turns crazy when bets are placed and ends with Jake locking lips with Ryan. What starts out as innocent teasing and a chance to make some extra cash opens Jake’s mind and heart to something he never thought of before, and for the first time in his life, he wants more. And when Ryan points out how miserable he always seems to be, Jake begins to think he may not be into girls after all…

Letting Him In

One tragic, heartbreaking experience was all it took to shatter Micah’s trust in everyone. That’s when he left home and never looked back. Now, six years later, he’s living on a secluded ranch, content and finally ready to accept a life alone. His heart is safe. That’s all that counts.

But fate has other plans.

Jonathan has been under witness protection for the last couple years after having witnessed a horrible crime that left his only family dead. The constant running and hiding and living with always changing false identities lands him on Micah’s doorstep.

Painful memories resurface for Micah the moment they meet, and it’s all he can do to not push him away. Within hours, however, Micah finds himself opening up to Jonathan in a way he’d never thought possible with anyone ever again. When Jonathan does the same, Micah realizes he doesn’t want Jonathan to leave after all.

Micah promises to keep Jonathan safe and the more time they spend together, the more Micah realizes he’s falling for a guy who might have to run again…

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Savannah Brooks is the pen name of a thirty-something-year-old woman, wife, and mother, who writes romance of all kinds, from sweet to steamy to erotic, and all things in between. Stories range from short reads that get your heart pumping on lunch breaks to full-length novels that will hopefully keep you turning pages until the very end.

There is something beautiful about romance and love in all its forms and Savannah longs to show this through her writing. No lines are drawn here. It's all about love. No matter who you are or where you're from, love touches everyone.

"We don't choose who we fall in love with." – Savannah