Nash

I look around my workspace, trying to remember what I’m doing here. My confusion peeks when Stacy, the girl I tattooed earlier, walks in. She’s dressed in nothing but a red lacy bra and matching thong. I’m about to ask her what she’s doing here when Royal walks in behind her.

My breath catches at the sight of Royal wearing nothing but a pair of electric blue briefs that are tented in the front. Stacy might as well not even be there for how much I’m noticing her. But as Royal leads her toward me, lust surges. Stacy leans in to kiss me and I close my eyes. When her lips meet mine I feel the scratch of facial hair against my chin. My eyes snap open and instead of Stacy I find myself lip to lip with my best friend.

My stomach jolts but I don’t pull away. When Royal’s hand finds its way into my hair, pulling me in for a deeper kiss, I let him. My cock hardens to a painful extent as Royal’s tongue dances with mine.

“I want you, Nash,” he pants against my lips. Lust clenches around my gut. I have no idea if Stacy is still here and I don’t give a shit. The only thing I care about is Royal’s hard body against mine, his hands all over me, his erection pressed against mine.

Somehow we’re suddenly both naked. It doesn’t make any sense, but I’m not about to complain. I wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke it the same way I like it. Royal cries out with pleasure, and each pump feels like a tug of my cock, too.

The moment becomes a blur of moaning and skin and pleasure, until I can’t hold back any longer. I gasp as Royal’s warm seed coats my hand, pulses of pleasure zing through my body as if our orgasms are one.

 

I jolt awake, hand and stomach sticky, my body coated in sweat. I haven’t had a wet dream since I was fourteen. And did I seriously just jizz myself in my sleep while dreaming about jerking off my best friend? What the actual fuck?

I guess it’s not that much of a surprise that I had a sex dream about Royal after last night. Thinking back on it has my body flush with heat.

I stepped through the door I open my mouth to call out to Royal and let him know I was home. Before I could say anything I was met with the sound of a low moan from Royal’s bedroom.

I stopped in my tracks, I had no idea why. It’s not like they’re going to hear or be disturbed by me coming home. A second voice joined the first and created its own chorus of grunts and moans.

“Oh fuck, Zade, yes.”

Without realizing I was moving I found myself standing directly outside Royal’s door, my dick growing harder by the second. What the fuck? Why was the sound of two guys fucking turning me on?

“God you feel so good, unh. Jesus, you’re unreal.”

I didn’t recognize that voice, which meant it belonged to Royal’s date. They sounded like they were having a hell of a lot of fun. I absentmindedly palmed my erection through my shorts. And then I realized how pervy and fucked up it was. I was practically jerking off to the sound of my best friend getting fucked.

I wrenched my hand away from my cock and forced myself to step away from his door. Then, I sat down on the couch and put on a documentary about Hitler’s Germany. Pro-tip, Nazi’s are a major boner killer. And I turned the volume up loud enough to drown out the sounds of passion coming from Royal’s bedroom.

Twenty-eight minutes later- not that I was counting- Royal’s bedroom door opened. It took a supreme amount of effort not to turn around and look, but I managed it.

“Didn’t realize you were home, man,” Royal said, as he moved to stand behind the couch.

“Got home a few minutes ago.” I turned the volume down and forced a smile for him. “Date went well I take it?” I turned my head and found Royal  standing there in nothing but a pair of low-slung basketball shorts. The light from the television glinted off the silver hoop through his left nipple and the insane urge to take it between my teeth washed over me making me wonder what the hell is wrong with me.

“Yeah, it went great,” Royal confirmed with a smirk. “Sorry if we were loud. Like I said, didn’t think you were home.”

“It’s fine,” I waved off his apology.

“Alright, well I’m just grabbing some water and then going to sleep.”

“‘Kay. Is he staying over?”

“I think so. Unless he decides to sneak out while I sleep, anyway.” Royal laughed and then tugged on my hair playfully before heading to the kitchen. A minute later his door clicked shut once again and I was left alone in the living room with my stupid Nazi documentary.

 

 

Shaking away the memories of last night, I pull my sweat drenched shirt over my head and use it to wipe up the sticky mess. Then, I toss the shirt into the hamper and get out of bed.

When I step into the kitchen I'm met by a mountain of a man who seems to be made of pure muscle.

He looks over his shoulder at me and offers an apologetic smile.

“You must be Nash,” he holds out his hand and I take it. His gaze lingers on my bare torso for several seconds, making me squirm under his perusal.

He's gorgeous, of course. Royal’s insanely good looking so it stands to reason that the guys he dates are the same. Normally the fact that I've noticed another man's good looks wouldn't phase me. It's totally normal to appreciate beauty in other people. But after the bizzaro dream I just had, I'd rather not check out another guy.

“I'm sorry, I'm not sure I caught your name,” I lie. Don't ask why I'm being so petty.

“Zade,” he offers. “Can you tell me how Royal takes his coffee?”

“Splash of milk and enough sugar to ensure diabetes.”

Zade laughs and for some reason the rich sound settles in my chest.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Zade makes two cups of coffee and disappears back into Royal’s bedroom. A few minutes later the murmur of voices is followed by quiet moans. They're being a lot quieter this morning now that they know I'm home, but it doesn't take a genius to work out what's going on in there.

My dick gets hard again, against my will. Maybe I should go to a doctor. There has to be some rare form of flu that makes you have wet dreams and erections for your best friend, right?

It’s an hour later before the two men emerge from Royal’s bedroom, both fully clothed. Thank fuck.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” Royal asks.

“I already ordered an Uber, babe. I don’t want to inconvenience you.” Zade pulls Royal in for a quick kiss and my stomach somersaults.

“Alright. You better call me, because I know where you live and I will track you down,” Royal threatens with a playful lilt to his voice that I’ve never heard before.

When Zade is gone I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

Royal plops down on the couch beside me and rests his head against my shoulder. Normally, I wouldn’t think anything of the casual contact. Royal has always been a very tactile and physically affectionate person, and it’s grown on me over the years. In light of the recent dream and odd feelings of...jealousy? I tense under his touch, and scoot to put a few inches of space between us.

Royal’s brow furrows and he frowns, noticing my behavior. He doesn’t say anything, just slouches down on the couch and stares ahead at the television with me.

After an hour of stilted conversation and furtive glances Royal announces that he needs a shower and disappears. I let out a breath and decide I need to get out of here for a little while.

I hurry to slip my shoes on and escape before Royal comes back. I don’t know why I feel the need to slip out like a prisoner doing a jailbreak, it’s not like Royal is going to stop me or even ask where I’m going. But the image of him stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, droplets of water still clinging to his bare chest, has me bolting out the door like there’s no tomorrow.

 

When I walk through the door at Heathens Ink Adam is the only one in sight. He’s sitting at the front desk, apparently texting.

“Excuse me but I want to speak to a manager,” I taunt in a bitchy voice.

Adam gives me the finger and I smirk. He shoves his phone in his pocket looks at me expectantly. No doubt he’s wondering what I’m doing here first thing in the morning on my day off. He doesn’t ask, though, and I don’t offer an explanation.

“Are you in and out or planning to hang around for a bit?” he asks.

“No plans.” I shrug.

“Cool, come give me some new ink then.”

“Sure,” I agree.

Adam pulls out his ‘Please yodel for service’ sign and places it on the desk. When people actually do it he gives them a ten percent discount.

We head back to my workspace and I start pulling stuff out while Adam pulls out a sketch for me. It’s the words ‘From Ashes We Rise’, surrounded by flames. Then he tugs his shirt off and gets comfortable in my chair.

I pull on a pair of gloves and set to work on his tat.

“You ever think working with so many gay guys messes with our heads or something?” I ask.

Adam’s bushy eyebrows draw together and he frowns at me.

“That came out wrong,” I hurry to defend myself. “It’s not like a sex dream about another guy means I’m gay anyway. Dreams are just random, right?”

Adam looks taken aback by my outburst. I can’t believe I just blurted out that I’m having sex dreams about another guy.

“Um...sure?”

“Have you ever had a sex dream about another guy?”

A pink tinge creeps into Adam’s cheeks and he goes quiet. I force myself to focus on his tattoo for a little while, refusing to think about what it means that my first thought at Adam’s reaction is that if he’s had a sex dream about a guy, he must like guys. So that must mean that I like guys, right? Or at least I like Royal.

Maybe I need an experiment, to check if I’m attracted to other guys as well.

“It’d be okay if you did like guys, you know?” Adam says after a few minutes of silence.

“I know,” I snap. Of course I know it’s okay to like guys. My best friend since birth is bisexual. I don’t need anyone telling me that sexual preference doesn’t define you. “Back at ya, man.”

Adam opens and closes his mouth like he’s about to argue or defend himself. Instead he settles on a look of helplessness.

An awkward silence descends upon us for the next hour while I work on Adam’s tattoo, both of us seeming to be lost in our own thoughts.

I wipe away the blood droplets on his skin and admire my work.

“How’s it look?” I ask.

Adam glances down and nods in approval.

“Perfect, thanks.”

“Anytime.” I give him a fist bump and then turn to clean up my supplies.

 

When I get home Royal is sprawled on the couch reading a book, with Twenty-One Pilots blaring from his phone.

“Hey,” I greet him as I lift his legs and plop down on the couch.

Royal reaches for his phone and turns off the music, then sets his book down.

“Hey. Is everything cool? You sort of disappeared on me this morning.”

“Yeah, Adam asked me to give him some ink so I was over at Heathens doing that for him.”

“Cool.”

Royal picks his book back up and returns to reading while I pull up Netflix and browse for something to watch. This is a common way for the two of us to sit on the couch, with Royal laying down, his feet in my lap. I’ve never thought about it before, but right now I’m noticing how often he fidgets, and every time he does his foot rubs against my dick.

Maybe in the past I wouldn’t have noticed it, but with the recent confusion about my possible attraction to Royal every brush feels like a lovers caress. My cock starts to swell. The thought of taking his book and tossing it aside, then crawling over Royal and kissing him while he’s pinned beneath me, sends a jolt of lust through me.

I practically fling his feet off my lap as I jump to my feet, careful to angle myself away from him so he won’t notice the bulge in my jeans.

“I’m going to go take a nap,” I announce before bolting for my bedroom.

Once I’m behind closed doors I take a deep breath and absentmindedly palm my erection through my pants. The thought I’d had at Heathens comes back to me. How can I figure out if I’m attracted to Royal or if I might be attracted to guys in general? My eyes land on my laptop. There is one way to find out.

I click the lock on my door and strip out of my pants before going to get comfortable on my bed. As my laptop boots up I change my mind several times about whether I want to try this or not. Worst case scenario, I find some man on man action and it doesn’t do anything for me. No big deal. Or, wait, would that be a best case scenario? Well, I’ve repeatedly failed at relationships because I’d rather hang out with Royal. So, if I was attracted to Royal that would be pretty ideal. Assuming he’d be interested in me that way, of course.

Porn aside, I am attracted to Royal. So, will this experiment change anything one way or the other? It’ll answer if I’m only attracted to Royal or if I might possibly be into other guys as well. That would be good information to have, regardless.

By the time I’ve pulled up PornHub my erection has flagged a bit. It’s okay, this is an experiment. As I click on the search bar I find myself at a loss for what to look for. Do I just type ‘gay’ in? I’m usually more specific with my porn searches like ‘pussy eating’. I guess I could go for ‘gay blowjob’. I do just that and am met with thousands of videos instantly.

Taking a deep breath I click on the first one, and turn the volume down low enough that Royal won’t hear it in the living room.

The scene starts with an average looking guy sitting on a couch, his shorts tented with his erection. I watch with interest as another man enters and, in classic, cheesy porn style, offers him a little help. The first man agrees and removes his shorts. He has a nice cock. I never thought about it before, but I guess I have noticed the relative attractiveness of men’s bodies when I’ve watched hetero-porn in the past.

As they get down to the action I notice my erection has returned in full force. The grunts and groans of the men on screen are arousing as hell, each one like a stroke to my balls.

When the blowjob-giver forces the receiver's legs higher, and begins to eat his ass I let out an involuntary whimper. I’ve eaten girl’s asses before. In fact, it’s something I enjoy doing. But, I’ve never thought to ask for reciprocation. It’s just not something straight men are supposed to want. I can’t help but think that it looks like it feels amazing. Does Royal like to have his asshole licked? Does he like to do it in return? I’m sure the answer is yes on both counts. He’s adventurous in bed, I already know that. I’ve never wanted to remove the woman from the equation before, but the idea is rather appealing now.

There’s no denying I’m turned on by not only the video, but the idea of sex with a man, as my cock throbs and leaks with every hard stroke. I don’t bother to keep my pants and moans quiet, part of me thrilled at the idea of Royal hearing me and getting hard from it.

That thought alone is enough to send me over the edge, gasping for breath as I fuck into my hand, as my entire body pulses with pleasure. There’s a tiny chance I even whisper Royal’s name as I start to come down from the full body high.

Once the moment passes and I’m left a sticky and confused mess, the embarrassment at the thought of Royal overhearing becomes a very real thing.

But under the awkwardness of the situation are the hundreds of questions this new revelation brings. If I am bi, which it seems likely I am, why did it take me this long to realize it? Could Royal ever see me romantically or will his love for me always be brotherly? Even if I am bi, do I want to pursue dating a man, even if it is Royal?

The questions swirl and ricochet until the only logical solution is to pull my blankets over my head and hope that a nap will sort this mess out.