Chapter 5

Nico

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I can feel Dante breathing right behind me, his body warm and enticing at my back. What the fuck was the deal with those red boxer briefs? Was he trying to tempt me, or did he honestly have no idea how little they left to the imagination?

My cock jerks remembering the clear outline of his dick showing through his underwear.

“Nico?” Dante whispers in the dark, making the throbbing even worse. Fuck, he should not be allowed to sound so raspy and sexy while laying almost naked in bed beside me. His leg brushes mine, and I swear I could easily cream my pants if he keeps up all the whispering and casual skin contact.

“Yeah, D?” I reply, my voice sounding strained even to my own ears.

“Why did you try to kiss me?”

Oh fuck.

I shift further away on the bed, doing my best to minimize contact.

“I’m sorry,” is the only answer I can manage to come up with.

“You don’t have to apologize, I just wanted to understand why.”

I take a breath and roll onto my back, chancing a quick glance at Dante. He doesn’t look pissed or hostile in any way, just genuinely curious.

“I don’t think I want to tell you, D,” I admit.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m afraid it’ll ruin our friendship.”

He moves closer and I continue to scoot away until I’m at the edge of the bed. The only way I could put any space between us now would be to actually get out of bed. His fingertips brush my arm, making my hairs stand up with goosebumps.

“Nothing could ruin our friendship. We’re solid and we always will be.”

“Oh yeah?” I scoff. “Are we going to be solid if I tell you I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen? How about if I admit to you that I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve gotten off thinking about you— your hands and lips all over me, your cock inside me. Are we going to be solid if I tell you I have a fucking hard on right now just having you in bed with me?”

Dante’s breath hitches and then, to my surprise, a low moan falls from his lips.

“Me, too,” he chokes out after a few terrifyingly long moments.

“You, too?” I ask in disbelief. “Which part?” I’m almost afraid to ask, but I have to know.

“The hard on for sure,” he answers with a chuckle. “And maybe the other thing, too?”

“Which other thing?” My heart is beating so hard I almost can’t breathe.

“No one has ever meant more to me than you do. I thought it was just because you’re my best friend, but after earlier...I think it might be more than that. I’m not sure yet.”

“Oh,” I breathe stupidly, my brain frantically working to unscramble everything that’s happening.

“Oh?”

“I’m not sure what to say. I’m trying to figure out if I’m dreaming or hallucinating or something.”

Dante chuckles and scoots even closer until the hefty outline of his cock is pressed against my thigh, scorching hot even through his underwear. He’s close enough that his breath tickles the side of my face, but I’m afraid to turn my head and find out what’s going to happen next. I’m afraid that I want this so badly it might kill me if it doesn’t mean what I think it does. After all, how can it mean what I want it to? This is the last weekend we’ll even have together for god knows how long. Plus Dante is drunk. Oh fuck, Dante is drunk.

“Please move over,” I plead with a quiver in my voice.

“Why?” He asks, brushing his nose against my earlobe and making me whimper helplessly.

“Because I want you so fucking badly, I’m about to do something really stupid.”

“What if I want you to?” His fingers brush against the skin on my stomach as they sneak up my shirt. I gasp and squirm under his touch.

“You’re drunk and you’re going to regret this in the morning.”

“I’m not drunk,” he argues as the calloused pads of his fingers trace along my abs, following each dip and rise.

The steady ache in my cock is becoming nearly unbearable. I need to get out of bed and go jerk off before I do something truly stupid and make Dante hate me forever.

“Yes, you are. We’ve all been drinking.”

“I had one beer, and just the one shot that Taylor poured. You were drinking a lot, so I wanted to keep an eye on you.”

“Seriously?” I try to think back over the evening. I guess he could’ve nursed that beer for a while. Now that he mentions it, I don’t remember him going back for a second one, or even pouring any additional shots.

“Seriously,” he confirms. “I’d be happy to recite the alphabet backwards or walk a straight line if you need me to.”

“You’re not drunk?” I ask one more time, having an even more difficult time understanding his behavior if alcohol isn’t to blame.

“I promise I’m not. But if you’re too drunk for this, then we could put a pin in it and come back to it tomorrow.”

“No,” I gasp, grabbing his bicep to keep him from moving away. “You’re sure you want this?”

His roaming hand finds the waistline of my pajama shorts and he runs his fingers along it, dipping under just enough to tease.

“I really do,” he affirms.

“Thank fucking god.”

The tether on my self-control snaps, and I roll on top of Dante, pinning him beneath me, my hands on either side of his head, caging him in, and our erections align.

“I’m going to kiss you,” I inform him, wanting to give him one more chance to freak out and tell me to get the fuck off him.

“Good,” he agrees, squirming under me impatiently.

“My manly tongue is going to be inside your mouth, my cock grinding against yours, leaking precum that’s going to soak through my boxers and onto yours,” I explain, preferring if he’d have a straight guy freak out now rather than later.

“What are you waiting for?” he challenges.

“Nothing.”

The moment our mouths touch it’s like a jolt of electricity through my body. His lips are every bit as soft as I always imagined. What I didn’t imagine is the way he instantly takes control of the kiss, digging his fingers into my shoulders to drag me down closer, his tongue shoving past my lips and sweeping into my mouth, and the length of his cock dragging against mine as he thrusts against me.

I suck and nip at his bottom lip when our tongues aren’t sliding together, hot and wet, making sloppy, filthy sounds.

One of Dante’s hands wanders from my shoulder blade, down my back, until it cups my ass. His fingers knead my ass cheek, encouraging me to rut harder against him, and also parting my cheeks, causing a slight tug at my hole.

Like I told him earlier, I’ve never gone all the way with anybody. What I didn’t tell him was that it was because there was a silly, starry-eyed part of me that wanted to wait, just in case Dante wanted to take my virginity.

The thought of his long, fat cock filling me, splitting me, makes my balls tighten, and I moan around his tongue.

“Will you fuck me?” I beg against his lips.

“I thought you hadn’t done that before?” he asks against my skin as he kisses his way down my neck, sucking and nipping, and hopefully leaving bruises.

“I haven’t, but I want you to. Please, D?”

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock through his boxers. He moans and bites down on his bottom lip, thrusting up into my hand.

“Okay, yeah,” he gasps, his grip on my ass tightening. “Do you have...stuff?”

“Fuck,” I mutter as reality slaps me in the face. “No, I don’t have anything.”

“Yeah, me either.” He sags onto the bed, still slowly thrusting into my hand.

“Let me go check the bathroom next to my parents’ room. For the first time in my life, I’m praying my parents have an active sex life.”

Dante chuckles and then grumbles when I climb off of him.

“Be right back.”