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Just a Game Ch. 01

By: Dark_Rose90



Stan Johnson is just you're average twenty year old guy. At least he used to be. But before we get into that, let's look at his background. 

Stan grew up like any other guy. He played a few sports. Mostly baseball. He developed one bad habit during this time though. He would bet on things all the time and play games with interesting twists. Tonight, he would be playing one of those games. But this game's twist is unlike anything he could ever have expected. 

Stan's girlfriend, Jen, was out of town this weekend. She was visiting her parents on the other side of the country and wouldn't fly back in until Sunday night. It is currently Thursday morning. Stan loves Jen but he could never convince her to go "all the way" when they spent nights together. 

Upon checking his messages, he realizes he's got to be at Mark's in about 4 hours for their game of poker. As a slender, 5'8 guy, Mark used to pick on him a lot. Also being a swimmer, Stan's body is completely hairless, with the exception of his head. Which is why he was hoping for some luck in tonight's strip poker game. He headed upstairs and figured he'd get ready to go. Upon opening his underwear drawer, he found what should have been the first sign that something was wrong. 

"Man, Jen's such a tease." He thought out loud examining the black and pink lacy thong and bra he found stuck in his drawer. He also discovered matching stockings with pink bows.In his shirt drawer he discovered a black baby-doll with a pink bow in the middle of the cups and pink lace trim on the bottom. "What I wouldn't give to see her in these." He thinks more quietly. Upon opening his closet to find his shoes he discovered a pair of black stilettos and a long silky black robe hanging on the back of the door. "Okay, maybe she has a surprise planned."

About 30 minutes later, Stan knocks on the door at Mark's place. 

"Come on in, Stan. Oh by the way, did I mention tonight's game has a special twist?"

"No. But I've handled you're 'twists' before so it shouldn't be too bad." 

"Oh you'll see when we get there." Mark smiled evilly behind Stan's back as they walked to the table.

A few hands later, It seemed Stan had the upper hand as he only had his socks and shoes off, whereas Mark was in his boxers. However, Stan's luck soon turned sour. Before he knew it, he was sitting in his boxers as well. 

"Well, it seems we're even now Stan."

"Yeah."

"I'll be right back. I've got to grab what we need for round 2." Mark came back down with two piles of lingerie. "Round two," he explained, "involves putting clothes back on. Just not the ones you came in. As you lose a hand, now you'll be putting on the lingerie and one of these wigs. You'll lose entirely when you're completely dressed as a woman."

"Doesn't sound too bad I guess. If it's just for the short time until the games over." Mark smiled that same evil grin. The next hand, Stan lost, forced to take off his boxers. The next hand Mark lost, removing his. However, the next few hands involved Mark winning and Stan pulling the silken white panties up his hairless legs, snapping the matching bra across his chest, and slipping stockings up his legs. The next hand, Stan had lost again, putting his feet in to a pair of white pumps. Eventually, with Mark still on a winning streak, Stan pulled the red wig over his head and fixed it so the hair fell over his shoulders, contrasting with the white sheer robe. Stan had lost.

"Looks like I win, Stan."

"Yep now if you don't mind, I wanna change and head home."

"No."

"What?"

"You're not going home yet. You didn't let me mention the other rule. The loser, dressed as a woman, has to BE a woman for the next four hours. Doing whatever womanly things I ask you to do."

"And why should I?"

"Because, you pull of the female look pretty damn well. Might even make Jen jealous. Now the first thing I want you to do, is go upstairs to the bathroom. I'm going to help you put some makeup on that face of yours." Before Stan knew it, he was looking in the mirror at a pretty redhead in white. He found the white ironic, since he was still a virgin. And then what was about to happen next dawned on him. He was about to lose his virginity... as a woman instead of to one. 

"Okay, Stacy. That will be your name for the next three and a half hours. This is round three of the game. It starts with going to my bedroom. You are to get on your knees and do as I tell you. Or pictures might find their way to Jen..." Not wanting his girl to see him like this, Stan complied. And now, here he was dressed as a woman, kneeling in front of a naked man, with a semi-erect dick, much larger than his own. It had to be at least 8 inches long and 3 thick. The next thing he knew, that 8 inch cock was being pushed through his glossed lips. "Open up, Stacy. This is what I want you to do first. Be a good girl, and this will be very nice for both of us." 

Before she knew it, Stacy was taking six inches in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, as she had often seen women do in the porn she would watch for entertainment. If she didn't know any better, she'd think she was rather enjoying herself. Wait, she thought, why did my pronouns suddenly change?

"Good girl, Stacy. If i didn't know any better I'd say you've done this before. You sure are good at it. But now, it's time for you to lose those panties." Stacy dropped her panties exposing her cock and ass. Stan knew that he was soon to be lost forever, as Stacy was beginning to enjoy herself. Mark grabbed a bottle and began applying lubricant to her hole and with the other hand placed a condom over his fully hard, 8 inch cock. The next thing Stacy knew, she was on her back. Mark held her legs apart and slowly began sliding his cock into her ass. Stacy felt like she was being torn apart, until suddenly, it started to feel... good. She began to make sounds so feminine, she even began to doubt she had been a man. After about an hour and a half, Mark pushed his dick as far into her as he could and it began to twitch. A hole had torn in the tip of the condom and suddenly Stacy felt hot, sticky jets being pumped into her ass. Her whole body began to shake as her own jets of semen leaked out onto her stomach. She had just experienced her first orgasm and it was just too enjoyable.

"Wow. That was... great, Stacy." Stan became aware of himself at this point and began to cry as he realized he just lost his virginity to man and that his ass was filled with cum.

"I've gotta get out of here." He ran down the stairs, grabbed his keys, and drove home the way he was. I'll get rid of this when I get home he thought. "Oh my god. At least Jen won't have to know about this. I don't want to think about how she'd react if she found out her boyfriend was just dressed up like a slutty redhead and fucked senseless by another man." Stan got out of his car, running into his house as quickly as he could in white pumps, and ran upstairs to his room, passing a camera set up unbeknownst to him. He threw himself on his bed and began to cry. He had no clue what had just happened, and how it had made him or her feel. Just who was s/he? As he reconsidered the nights events, the way he felt, and how naturally good she was at what she had done, she may have found his answer for him. Stacy was becoming a reality.

*** ~The Next Day~

"She took right to it. The progress was stunning." Mark said into the receiver.

"Good." The mysterious voice replied. "How was she?"

"Oh you're going to love her. She was a natural. I've never had a convert take to it like that. It's like she was born to become a woman."

"I'm so glad she picked red. I just love slutty little redheads. I can't wait to get back and get my hands on her. Thanks for the help, Mark."

"No problemo, boss." DING-DONG. "I've got to go. Someone's at the door."

"Keep me posted on her progress. I have the camera in place for you already."

"Will do. Thanks again, boss."

Mark opened the door to reveal Stacy, fully made-up, red wig straight and wearing all of the black lacy things she had found in her drawers and closet the day before. She left the robe open to reveal her shaved, stocking covered legs and sexy baby-doll. She got up on her tiptoes and kissed his neck be fore whispering in his ear.

"Hi, Mark." She said to him, "I want to play again tonight. But this time, let's just skip to round three." And she kissed him passionately, nearly forcing him upstairs to the bedroom.

Just a Game Ch. 01



"Truth or dare, Aves?"

"Come on you guys, don't you think we're a little bit too old for this game?" Cass rolled her eyes and topped off her wine glass.

"Hell no. You're never too old for truth or dare." Jill drained her glass and held it out to Cass for a refill, but she only filled it half-way. Jill pouted and continued to hold the glass out. "I live two blocks away. I'm walking home."

"Fine," she said, filling Jill's glass. "But you know I hate truth or dare."

"Still? God, that was so long ago."

"And yet it remains one of the most mortifying moments of my life."

"Oh come on Cass, lighten up. It's just a game."

"Truth," Avery interrupted, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. 

"God, y'all are so boring." 

Jill's voice had taken on that whiney, belligerent tone that meant she was on the verge of getting obnoxiously drunk and Cass sighed to herself as she refilled Avery's glass and settled back into the couch between her two oldest friends. She missed them like crazy while they were all away at school, but it was funny how quickly they fell back into their old, tired roles when they got together. Last week they'd all been so busy with Christmas that this was their first chance to really hang out and now she was questioning the wisdom of opening a bottle of wine for the occasion.

"Dares aren't as much fun when there aren't any guys around. We might as well catch up on girl talk." Avery poked Cass with her bare toes and winked at her sympathetically.

"Well, I beg to differ on that score. My new roommate this semester showed me a thing or two about the kind of fun you can have when there are no guys around. But if you guys aren't up for some real fun, then fine. Aves, here's your question: did you screw that English professor you were crushing on?"

Avery laughed and shook her head. "No, he's still sexy as hell in his little tweed jacket, but I spared him the full force of my feminine wiles. I'm about to declare an English major and it would make for some awkward advisor meetings. Truth or dare Jill?"

"No one ever accused me of being boring. I'll take a dare."

"I dare you to take your panties off and wear them on your head."

Avery and Cass dissolved into giggles and Jill heaved a sigh as she stood and reached under her short denim skirt to work her underwear down. 

"Oh my god, what are we twelve? This is not what I meant when I said I learned a thing or two." She may have complained, but Jill couldn't keep her giggles entirely under wraps as she pulled her short brown ponytail up through the leg hole of her red thong, sat primly down on the couch and turned to Cass with exaggerated dignity. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Of course. Do you have a vibrator?"

"Oh my god! No, I don't have a vibrator. Gross, Jill."

"It's not gross, you prude, it's a necessity. Maybe I'll return that silk shirt and get you one of those for Christmas instead. You look like you need to loosen up a little. Something's got you more stressed out than usual."

"No, I love that shirt. And I'm not stressed out. Please, I'm begging you. Do not get me a vibrator. Help me out here, Aves." 

"Sorry Cass, I'm gonna have to go with Jill on this one. I love mine. Both of them. Sometimes at the same time."

"That's what I'm talking about!" 

Jill and Avery high fived over her head and Cass tried to force her blush back into hiding. This was one of those times she wondered if she was the weird one or if her friends were. The thought of owning a vibrator, let alone getting one from someone else as a gift was enough to make her beet red, but her best friends didn't seem to find it embarrassing in the least. In fact, they were currently comparing their sex toys' sizes and features, casual as could be, as if they had been using them for years. Heck, maybe they had.

She took another long sip of wine, determined to loosen up a little and have fun while she could. Despite her denial, the truth was that she was stressed out. Maybe it had something to do with her sixteen course hours, ten hours a week of work study, mandatory workouts at five in the morning so she could keep her dance team scholarship, and trying to fit in time for her new boyfriend. Now that she had a few weeks off with absolutely nothing to do and nowhere to be, she wanted to take full advantage. Even being away from Trey was something of a relief, though it made her feel guilty to admit it.

After a liter bottle of wine and nearly an hour later the increasingly silly game of truth or dare was interrupted when headlights swept up the driveway and all three girls turned to the window to watch an old gold Honda pull into the garage. Cass hurriedly took her bra off the outside of her thin sweater, the result of accepting a dare from Avery, and shoved it under a couch cushion, hoping that it wasn't too obvious that her nipples were enjoying the soft tickle of the cashmere a little more than they should. 

"I thought you said your parents left already," Jill accused.

"Their cruise left this morning, they won't be back until New Year's Day. That's just Aaron. His car's full of crap from his apartment so he took Shelly to dinner in Dad's car."

"Who's Shelly?"

"His girlfriend. Sorry Aves. She showed up this morning, supposedly to help Aaron move."

Avery shrugged and gave her a smile that was only mildly disappointed. "I'm not worried. We'll be in the same city now. One of these days I'm gonna run into him when he's single and he'll realize I'm the woman he's been waiting for all his life."

"Keep dreaming, that guy is never single. But in the meantime there's always Bob," Jill snickered.

"Who's Bob? Have you been holding out on me?" Cass turned to Avery, shocked and a little hurt that she'd share news of a new guy with Jill and not her.

"Battery operated boyfriend, Cass. B-O-B."

"Oh, right. The vibrator."

The garage door opened and the kitchen filled with deep male voices, halting the girls' conversation. Cass's stomach did a flip-flop as she recognized a familiar voice that didn't belong to her brother.

"Oh boy, The Dick is here. This night just got a lot more interesting." 

"Shut up, Jill. He'll hear you," Cass hissed. "Damn it, Aaron didn't tell me Gabe was coming over or I'd have-"

"Dressed nicer?" Jill asked.

"Put on some make-up?" Avery offered.

"Brought the wine to Jill's house. Good grief." Cass rolled her eyes at her friends and tried to ignore the blush she could feel welling up from her chest.

"Well hello, ladies!" In walked a taller, more masculine version of Cass with the same wide smile, dark red hair, and deep chocolate brown eyes ringed with long auburn lashes. But where Cass's features were pretty, delicate, almost bird-like, her brother Aaron's had a rugged handsomeness that no one would venture to call pretty. Not since he was about fifteen and earned his black belt, at any rate. An Atlanta Braves baseball cap held his shaggy hair back out of his face but didn't hide the twinkle in his eyes at the sight of his sister and her friends drinking in the living room.

"Jill, Avery, nice to see you. Hope you had a Merry Christmas. Shelly, these are Cass's friends, or as I like to call them, bad influences. Ladies, this is Shelly." 

Aaron left the petite blonde sulking in the doorway and swooped down to plant a kiss on each girl's cheek. He paused to look curiously at Jill's head-wear while Jill grinned back at him, completely unabashed. "Now I know you girls can't be drunk, since not a-one of you are old enough to be drinking." 

"Delinquents, the lot of them. Call the law, bro." 

The laugh died on Cass' lips and she felt the burn of the blush creeping up her neck. She folded her arms over her braless chest and tried not to watch as Aaron's best friend Gabe loped into the room and flopped into the recliner, stretching his long legs out in front of him. His dark brown hair wasn't quite long enough for the ponytail he was trying to pull off and strands fell messily in his face, giving the impression he'd just climbed out of bed. He rolled a toothpick back and forth across his lips with his tongue as he smirked at the girls on the couch. 

"Cute hat, Jill. Very festive."

"Thanks. We're playing truth or dare. Y'all want to join us?"

"No!" Shelly and Cass both exclaimed then looked at each other in surprise.

Aaron ignored both of their outbursts and shook his head. "Nah, we're gonna take the new Playstation for a test run."

"I can't believe Mom and Dad got you that."

"Don't be jealous sis, green doesn't suit you."

"I can't help it. These don't quite compare to a state of the art gaming system." Cass unfolded her legs and stuck her feet in the air to show off a pair of red knee high socks decorated with snowflakes. Little red pom poms dangled against her knees and when Aaron leaned over and flicked one, it tinkled.

"Mine was a combo Christmas, graduation, and house warming present. And don't look a gift horse in the mouth, I bet you'll be the only girl in your dorm with jingling socks. Plus, aren't Mom and Dad funding all your dance stuff this year?"

She wasn't really jealous of her brother. They were all proud of Aaron finishing his degree early and getting in to the masters program at Emory, but she heaved a dramatic sigh and feigned envy just to tease him. "Yeah they are. And Mom's knitting is getting better so I guess I can't complain too much. The ones she made last year would have fit a sasquatch."

"Well if the sock fits..."

Cass flipped Gabe the bird without looking at him, eliciting an irritatingly amused chuckle from him.

"What? I'm just saying. It's not like your feet could be called dainty."

"Jealous much?" She looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "I know you must be sensitive about your tiny...feet."

"My feet are plenty big. I've never heard any complaints."

"Not that you stick around long enough to listen to them," Aaron said with a crooked grin.

"Fuck off, Aaron."

"Don't you guys have princesses you need to save or something?" Cass asked in a bored tone.

"Yeah, come on man. Let's go fire that bad boy up." Aaron rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

"Aaron, sweetie, I thought we were gonna spend tonight together. I'm only in town for a few days, you know." Shelly's whine was like fingernails on a chalkboard and Cass wasn't the only person in the room cringing.

"We are gonna spend tonight together. In my room. Playing Call of Duty with Gabe. Who I haven't seen in months." 

"Shelly, you're welcome to hang out down here with us and the wine." Cass smiled at her brother's new girlfriend, ignoring the annoyed huffs from either side of her on the couch. She'd been privy to enough video game nights over the years to not wish that fate on any woman, no matter how annoying her voice was.

"Uh, no. I don't think so." Shelly's voice could, apparently, get more obnoxious, especially when she was trying to sound condescending. "But thanks," she added unconvincingly after a glare from Aaron.

"Come on, then. Let's leave these three to whatever the hell it was they were doing before we so rudely interrupted." Aaron turned Shelly away and nudged her toward stairs, slapping her butt as she went. "You girls don't get too rowdy or I'll have to come confiscate your contraband."

"I'd like to see you try. Three against one, I think we can take you." Avery shot Aaron a challenging smirk, bolder now that the competition was out of the room.

"Ah, but I've got Gabe on my side and we're both black belts so I'm pretty sure if it came down to a brawl we'd have the advantage." Aaron said, turning his brilliant grin on Avery.

"One flash of boob and Gabe would switch sides in a heartbeat," Jill said with a wink at Gabe.

"Sorry man, she speaks the truth. Boobs are very persuasive."

Before Aaron could answer, Shelly's voice penetrated the laughter. "Aaron, sweetie, are you COMING?"

Aaron rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder. "You can see my boobs any time, bro. All you gotta do is ask." With a grin and a pinch of his nipple, Aaron turned and left the room.

Gabe sighed as he watched his friend walk away. "I love your brother Cassie, but his taste in women is highly questionable."

"It's Cass."

"What?"

"My name is Cass. Catch up, genius. No one's called me Cassie since I was fourteen." In her peripheral vision Cass could see Avery and Jill gazing casually around the room as if they didn't notice the awkward moment. 

"Okay. Cass. Well, like I was saying, I've only known her for half an hour and I'm ready to puncture my own eardrums. I can't imagine what Aaron sees in her." 

"Maybe she sucks dick like a pro."

The stunned look on his face as well as the faces of her two best friends was extremely gratifying until she realized what she'd just said. And to whom. God, there was a good reason she didn't drink very often.

...

Gabe walked downstairs having given the excuse of needing another beer, shaking his head at the idea that there was anyone in the world annoying enough to run him off when Call of Duty was available. Knowing his friend as well as he did, he doubted this girl was going to be around much longer. It was clear that Aaron was already irritated with her when they'd picked him up after dinner and Gabe suspected it was only his ingrained southern hospitality that kept him from going off on her after she'd been so rude to Cassie. Cass. Whatever.

Just as his foot hit the bottom stair he heard something that immediately snapped his thoughts away from his best friend's woman problems. If he didn't know better he'd be sure he'd just heard someone say the word orgasm. Damn, those girls must be pretty drunk by now; they'd been well on their way to toasted earlier this evening. Even Cassie seemed to have cut loose. Shit. Cass.

Well, loose for her, which wasn't actually saying a whole lot since she was usually pretty uptight. He couldn't even remember the last time she'd joked with him like she had tonight. Coming from someone like Jill that sucking dick comment would have just made him laugh. But there was something about those words falling from Cassie's sweet, innocent-looking lips that knocked the breath out of him and made his mouth go dry. The sudden mental image of those same lips sucking his dick like a pro hadn't helped the situation any.

He chuckled remembering how he'd stammered an unintelligible response and rushed from the room before his dick got too hard to risk standing up. Fortunately thirty seconds in a room with Aaron's future ex-girlfriend had gotten rid of that little problem for him; but now it seemed he might be up for more trouble. Without even realizing what he was doing he moved closer to the living room door to see if he could hear what they were saying.

"...not like I'm a freak or anything, stop looking at me like that." 

His lips twitched into an unconscious smile when he heard Cassie's voice sounding husky and slightly slurred. Cass. Fuck it; she'd always be Cassie to him. If it bothered her, tough shit.

"But you've been going out with Trey for like three months, haven't you?"

Interesting. Cassie had a boyfriend.

"Yeah, almost."

"And in all that time he hasn't hit the right buttons, not even once?"

"Nope."

Hold on, were they talking about what he thought they were talking about?

"You guys are actually fucking, right?" Jill's sarcastic voice was twice as loud as the other two.

Maybe he shouldn't be hearing this. No, he definitely shouldn't be hearing this, but no way was he walking away now. Not until she answered that question, anyway.

"Well, I did make him wait for it, but if you look in your call log under October 24th I'm sure you'll find the text I sent you like ten minutes after we consummated our relationship."

He heard Avery's musical giggle. "It was all caps and had like fifteen exclamation points. I just assumed it must have been good if you were that excited."

"Just because I didn't...you know...doesn't mean it wasn't good."

"Yeah, it does," both the other girls said in unison. 

Gabe couldn't help but agree with them. 

"I'm having a really hard time with this," Jill continued. "The idea of screwing a guy for almost two months and never once having an orgasm just does not compute for me. What's the point?" 

"It's not like sex is the most important part of a relationship."

"It ranks pretty damn high on the list. And it's kind of like a litmus test for the rest of your relationship, you know? Like, if he doesn't care enough to make the effort to get you there, what the fuck kind of man is he?"

Jill might be trashed, but she was making perfect sense to Gabe. 

"Maybe it's not him that's the problem. Maybe there's just something wrong with me."

Oh fuck no. He looked down in surprise when he noticed his fists were clenched. This was protectiveness, right? Cassie was like a little sister to him and she sounded dejected; this had to be what any guy would feel like hearing his little sister sound so down on herself because of some selfish asshole.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with you," Avery assured her. "I mean, you've been with other guys. It's never been a problem before, right?"

The room was silent for a minute and Gabe had to tamp down the urge to crane his head around to take a peek. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jill's abrasive voice finally broke the silence. 

"No, that's why I think it's just me. I mean, in high school I got close a few times when Greg went down on me, but every time I thought it was about to happen he'd stop and tell me to quit wiggling and keep it down. Brian had never heard the word foreplay and couldn't last longer than a couple minutes so I never even got close. I was just really hoping things would be different with Trey."

Gabe stifled a groan. He wasn't sure if it came from irritation with the selfish bastards Cassie seemed to go out with or the lingering image of her moaning loud and wiggling around. 

"Boy you sure can pick 'em."

Once again, Jill echoed his thoughts...part of them, anyway.

"No, they aren't that bad. Greg was just afraid his mom would hear me and know we weren't studying. Brian and I were both virgins and neither of us knew what we were doing. And Trey...well let's just that he may be under the impression that I'm, you know, enjoying things more than I really am."

"You're faking?" Jill's voice rang out through the house and even Gabe froze for a minute, afraid Aaron was going to come investigate.

"Can you keep it down please? God, why are we even talking about this?"

"Because you're drunk enough to be honest with us and we love you and want to help you."

"Thanks Aves."

"But he'll never figure out what you like if you keep faking."

"I didn't do it on purpose. Not the first time, anyway. I thought it was going good, I was enjoying things and then...bam. It was over. And he looked so happy when he asked me if I...you know-"

"Came? Orgasmed? Climaxed? Pick a word, Cass."

"Shut up Jill. Anyway, I felt bad so I just said yes."

"Well, you should have been straight with him, but if he was paying the least bit of attention or had any clue what he was doing in the first place, he'd have known you didn't come. If not the first time, he definitely should have picked up on it by now." 

Yes. That. Listen to Jill.

"Have you ever had one, Cass? Like by yourself?" Avery asked hesitantly.

"A couple of times, maybe."

"Maybe? Girl, there should be no such thing as maybe when you are talking about orgasms. I am SO getting you that vibrator."

Gabe didn't hear Cass's vehement objections or Avery's barely stifled giggles. He was overwhelmed by the mental image of Cassie naked on a bed- his bed by the way, not that it mattered- with her legs splayed wide and a vibrator pressed tightly to her wet flesh as her back arched up in mid-climax.




Just a Game Ch. 01



Holy fuck. That was definitely not the kind of thoughts a guy would be having about his little sister. As he attempted to will his sudden painful erection to deflate, he tuned back into the conversation.

"I'd get you off myself if I thought you'd let me, but you don't appear to be drunk enough for that," Jill said in a matter of fact tone.

And there went his dick again. 

"There's got to be a guy around here we can recruit for such a worthy cause. One that's not related to you, of course." 

"Avery, don't even start."

"What? I'm just saying. The Dick isn't getting any less attractive and the way he was looking at you-"

"Shut up Aves. First off, I have a boyfriend so there will be no recruiting of anyone. Second, it doesn't matter how attractive he is, he's still The Dick. And third, you're full of shit; he wasn't looking at me any way." 

There was a long pause during which Gabe ran through the possibilities of who The Dick might be and came up blank. 

"God, he is hot though." 

There was just enough frustrated desire in Cassie's husky voice that Gabe gave up entirely on getting his dick under control. Who the fuck was she talking about?

"Seriously, seriously hot," Jill chimed in. "I mean, a lot of guys from high school you look at now and wonder what you ever saw in them, but he just keeps getting better."

"He and Aaron both," Avery muttered. 

Oh shit.

"Yeah, but we're talking about getting Cass off, not you, Aves. And I noticed him looking too, Cass. I'm pretty sure it wasn't your new socks he was drooling over."

His jaw dropped when he realized they were talking about him. And that they caught him checking out Cassie's legs. And that they were calling him a dick.

"I think we should stop talking about getting Cass off and put a cork in this bottle of wine. I'm officially too drunk when I start fantasizing about The Dick."

Gabe was having a very hard time keeping himself from walking in there and demanding...well, he wasn't sure if he wanted to demand they continue talking about getting Cassie off or if he wanted to demand to know why they were calling him a dick. 

"Oh please, like you ever stopped fantasizing about him."

Wait, what?

"Shut up, Jill," Avery and Cassie said at the same time.

"Why? It's true. We all know you act like you hate him when what you really hate is that you can't stop wanting him."

There was another long pause and then a jingling sound close enough to make Gabe panic and jump into the guest bathroom to get out of sight. He hadn't thought his heart could beat any harder than it had been after what Jill said, but now it was pounding so loud in his ears he was afraid Cassie might hear. 

Through the crack in door he watched her walk down the hall toward the kitchen, socks jingling, the empty bottle of wine clutched in her hand. Her shoulders were pulled tightly up to her neck in a posture he recognized as indicating a state of being royally-fucking-pissed-off when Aaron was doing it. 

"You shouldn't say things like that to her," Avery gently admonished.

"Why the fuck not? She's been holding that grudge for way too long; she needs to get over it. Gabe's a nice guy, he doesn't deserve her attitude. Even if he doesn't notice it."

"I know, but making her feel stupid about it is just going to make it worse."

"You're the one who brought him up. I was just trying to give her a push."

"I think you might have pushed too hard."

Jill heaved a sigh that was audible even from where Gabe hid. "Fine, I'll apologize. But I should probably go soon. I'm still pretty drunk and can't promise I won't say more stupid shit."

"Alright. Hey, what were you saying earlier about your roommate teaching you some tricks?"

The laugh that came from Jill was full of lusty promise. "At least one of you is drunk enough to go for it. Walk home with me and I'll show you exactly what I was talking about. You can spend the night."

They went on to discuss trying out some of Jill's toys in a conversation that would normally have brought Gabe to his knees, but he hardly heard a word. His mind was occupied with trying to figure out why it felt like his world had been rocked off balance. Cassie hated him? Cassie wanted him? 

He'd known she had a crush on him when she was younger. It had been the source of a few moments of embarrassment for him in high school when she was still a scrawny freshman following him around like a puppy, but he thought she'd gotten over it when he went off to college. In fact, she'd hardly acknowledged him since then except the occasional snarky comment in passing. 

Of course in retrospect it was obvious. What he'd taken for sullen teen behavior and good-natured teasing must have been her understated way of brushing him off and being rude, but he'd never paid enough attention to really pick up on it. 

Well, he was paying attention now. She'd grown up quite a bit in the last few years. With a body like hers he couldn't exactly avoid noticing it, but she was still Aaron's little sister and he'd known her forever so he'd cut off those thoughts before they could take hold. 

Okay, so maybe he indulged occasionally, but hell when she was wearing tiny little khaki shorts like she had on tonight with those long toned dancer's legs stretching out below them, he could hardly be blamed for taking notice. 

Avery and Jill followed Cassie to the kitchen a few minutes later carrying the mostly empty snack bowls and Gabe took the opportunity to slip back up the stairs. As he approached Aaron's room he noticed the door was closed and realized that in his long absence they must have found something to occupy themselves with other than the playstation. 

With a wicked grin Gabe rattled the doorknob loudly, confirming it was locked, then rapped on the door a few times. "Hey man, what's up? You accidentally locked the door."

"Fuck off!" Aaron's muffled voice was punctuated by a loud moan from Shelly and Gabe walked away chuckling to himself at the thought that her voice didn't sound nearly as obnoxious when it came out like that.

He stood at the top of the stairs leaning on the railing overlooking the front door and wondering what he should do. No, he knew what he should do. He should go home, kick his sandbag for a while to work off some of this excess energy, and then go to bed. Alone. That was what he should do, but damned if he could bring himself to do it. 

What he wanted to do was go down there and show Cassie exactly what she was missing going out with losers who didn't know what to do with that luscious body of hers. He wanted to prove to her that there was nothing wrong with her except maybe bad judgment when it came to picking guys. He wanted to slide his hands up those long legs, spread them wide, tease her with his fingers, then his tongue, maybe his teeth. He wanted to push her right to the edge and keep her there until she was begging and then he'd give her something she'd never forget. 

He caught himself running his tongue along his top lip in anticipation, his fingers tapping the railing impatiently, his dick pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his pants. Apparently his body considered itself fully recruited to the cause. But really, what was wrong with that? They may have grown up together, but she wasn't his sister. And yeah, she was younger than him, but only by four years. If it were any other twenty-year-old he wouldn't hesitate. Well...yeah he probably would, but the point was they were both adults. She could always just say no if she wasn't interested.

Goddamn, what the fuck was wrong with him? This was Aaron's little sister. This was Cassie. No, he couldn't do it. For a lot of reasons, not the least of which being that Aaron would tear him apart, he was going to have to just go down there, say goodbye, and go home to take a cold shower.

He'd just made it to the bottom of the stairs when Avery and Jill passed him on their way out, still giggling. Jill was twirling her little red thong around on one finger and turned to him with a huge grin as she brushed past.

"If you're looking for something to eat, there's something sweet in the kitchen."

Avery's jaw dropped and she hit Jill on the arm and dragged her out the door telling her to shut her drunk ass up. Had Gabe not heard their conversation earlier he might have been confused as hell, but as it was he felt the blood rush to his dick at the thought. Oh hell yes, he bet she was sweet and he was dying to find out for himself.

No. Decision made. Not gonna happen. She was Aaron's sister and he was...well he was The Dick apparently. Even if he had no idea why. 

...

Cass was still fuming about what Jill had said as she cleaned up the kitchen. Not so much because it was untrue, but because it was obviously true and she hated that Jill threw it in her face like that. Her crush started right around the time she was beginning to notice boys and it just never let up. Still to this day she'd occasionally catch herself daydreaming about him, indulging in half-formed fantasies that would leave her breath short and her heart beating fast. The fact that she couldn't seem to stop was part of the reason she made such a show about hating him.

That and old habits die hard. They'd been calling Gabe The Dick for years, but it didn't really mean anything anymore. Throughout their adolescence he'd borne the brunt of all their anger and frustration with males; or at least all of Cass's and her best friends went along with her. Not that he noticed; he seemed to see it all as a game. He teased and insulted her back, but there was never any heat in it. He treated her like an annoying little sister.

Which just pissed her off even more.

At any rate, she knew she'd been clinging to her grudge for far too long, but he'd hurt her at such a fragile point in her life that it was hard to let go of being mad at him. Especially since letting go of being mad would mean she was left feeling like a sad loser who never got over her unrequited childhood crush. 

Which is exactly what she was, but that didn't mean she wanted to acknowledge it. 

And if she stopped avoiding him, or when that failed being rude to him, he was bound to notice that she could hardly look at him without blushing; could barely speak when he was around without stumbling over her words. 

It was ridiculous. She was a grown woman...well a mostly grown woman, and she knew she was attractive. Dancing kept her body lean and in shape, even if her breasts were on the small side, and she was blessed with pretty features and gorgeous hair. She never had trouble meeting guys or talking to them, but despite all that, somehow just being around Gabe made her feel like a stupid little kid again.

"You trying to scrub the Santas off that bowl?"

Cass jumped and dropped the bowl in the sink with a loud clatter. She didn't turn and look at Gabe, hiding her blush and afraid he'd notice she wasn't wearing a bra. Instead she picked the bowl up and rinsed it while she attempted to get her pounding heart under control.

"Aren't there virtual people you should be shooting with a virtual gun in a virtual war of some kind?"

"War's on pause. Shelly got a hold of Aaron's joystick."

"Ew, I really didn't want to know that."

"All's fair in love and war."

"Love? Is that what that is?"

"Well, it sounded like she was loving it from outside the door."

"Oh my god, stop. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit."

"Why? There's nothing wrong with having a little fun is there?"

Cass froze. His voice suddenly came from right behind her, so close she'd have sworn she could feel the heat from his body against her back, but he wasn't touching her. Her heart pounded loud in her ears and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Was she still drunk? 

As she stared down at the sink wondering what she should do she saw his hands come down on the counter on either side of her and then he was touching her. His chest leaned lightly against her back, not quite pressing her into the counter. Cass slowly lowered the bowl into the sink and braced her hands against the counter to hide their shaking.

"I mean, we're all adults here, right? If adults want to spend some...free time with each other...enjoy a little...physical recreation...there's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

Cass's head shook side to side, almost of its own accord. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to, her breath was coming so shallow and her brain seemed to have turned into mush. If she could have enunciated her thoughts they would have been something like, "ohmygodohmygodohmygod." 

When he brushed her hair back off her neck and laid it over her shoulder she shuddered and then his hot breath hit her neck and she felt the warmth bloom throughout her body. 

"Do you have any idea how sexy you look in this sweater?" He murmured the question against her skin, his hand sliding around her waist, fingering the soft fuzz. "With no bra on." 

Her eyes tracked the progress of his hand as it slid higher and rested just below her breast. She could clearly see both nipples straining against the fabric, aching to be touched. The soft knit suddenly felt prickly against her skin and she realized she had goose bumps. 

One thumb flicked over her tight nipple and she jerked back against him. His arm tightened around her waist to steady her and his knee came up between hers, pushing her legs slightly apart to support some of her weight. If she arched back against him just a little she'd be able to feel...yep, there it was. Oh god, The Dick's dick was pressing against her ass. She suppressed a hysterical giggle and leaned back harder. 

There was a low moan from behind her and somehow knowing she was affecting him at least a little bit gave her her voice back, though it came out as a whisper and shakier than she'd have liked. "What...what are you doing?" His fingers had found the bare skin between her sweater and shorts and was inching along it toward the button in front. 

"Do you want me to stop?" His voice was a whisper in her ear, more felt than heard, and the only response she could come up with was a weak whimper. She didn't know if she wanted him to stop. Or, more accurately, hell no she didn't want him to stop, but she was afraid if she thought too hard about it she'd panic. He smelled so nice, like sandalwood, and when she leaned back against him he felt warm and solid and just so damn good. And his hands...no she definitely did not want him to stop.

"Cassie?" His fingers closed on her aching nipple, pinching at it through her sweater. A rush of heat hit her between her legs and in her face as her breath caught in her throat. His hand drifted lower, cupping her over her shorts. She could feel the warmth if it seeping through the fabric, searing her skin. "What do you want, baby?"

"Don't stop," she whispered, her hips lifting against his hand.

It seemed like everything happened at once after that; she couldn't keep track even though she was trying to record it all in her memory as it happened. One hand slid under her sweater, his firm touch soothing and torturing her at the same time, while the other hand pulled open the button on her shorts and slipped inside.

They moaned together as his fingers found their way into her panties, brushing her outer lips with soft strokes, one finger sliding along the crease where they met, teasing them apart.

"Oh Cassie, babe you're soaked."

He was kissing her now, licking along her jaw and sucking the soft skin under her ear into his mouth. Cass had just a moment to register how good it felt before one finger slipped inside her and drew all her attention. He played with her for a while, teasing and touching, before settling into a pattern of slow circles around her clit. 

His other hand continued to toy with her nipples, rolling first one then the other between his fingers, plucking and tugging them mercilessly. It wasn't long before her hips were moving in time with him, riding his thigh where it was pressed against her ass, mentally willing him to touch her where she needed it most. Without thinking about it she stepped her legs a little further apart to give him more access.

"Does that feel good?" His finger continued to tease, moving in tantalizing circles faster and with more pressure, but still not quite touching her clit except the occasional accidental brush. She could hear his ragged breath in her ear and tried to bite back her own urge to groan with each exhale.

"Yes, please don't stop." She didn't recognize her own voice, it was so low and husky. And she didn't know when she moved her hands but they were clutching his biceps, the taut muscles rolling under her fingers as she held him tight.

His deep chuckle vibrated through her body. "No, babe, I'm not gonna stop until you come so hard I have to cover your mouth to keep the neighbors from hearing."

Anxiety crept in, displacing the heat of desire. He was expecting...oh god what if she couldn't do it? Her back stiffened and her fingers dug into his arms, not quite pulling them away.

"Stop thinking so hard. Relax. Don't think...about anything...but my finger." His voice had dropped to a deep husky whisper and his finger stopped moving at the very tip of her crease, pressing into the little hollow just above her clit. She held her breath, half afraid he wouldn't start again and half afraid he would. 

One more slow circle down and around and he stopped again. Just when she thought he'd never move...he did. Using his finger like an insistent pendulum he flicked her clit back and forth, pressing hard, steady and relentless, stimulating her nerves so intensely they sent crazy messages up her spine making her legs tremble uncontrollably. Her knees buckled, but he held onto her, never letting up, never slowing, whispering unnecessary words of encouragement in her ear.

She didn't need to let go; her control was wrenched from her grip and she couldn't have held onto it even if she'd wanted to.

The orgasm hit her within seconds, hard and sudden, with no time to think about what her face looked like or worry about what kinds of sounds she was making. At some point he'd pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth and pressed the meaty pad at the base of his thumb against her lips with the command to bite down and she had, sinking her teeth in and sucking his salty skin hard as she let loose a moan approaching a scream into his hand.

Her head was spinning and her breath was coming in desperate gasps as she started to come down. Far beyond any little climax she'd ever given herself alone in the quiet of the night; that had been an incredibly intense, body wracking experience. But it left her with an empty ache deep inside that she longed to fill. She wanted more. She needed more. She needed him inside her. The thought had barely formed when his finger slipped inside her, pressing deep. 

"Jesus that was beautiful, Cassie. Do it for me again."

A deep moan of approval escaped her as another finger joined the first one and they began to move in and out at a slow steady pace. But he wasn't just pistoning into her, it felt like he was caressing her inside, slow deliberate strokes designed to stoke the fire deep within her. His free hand found its way back under her sweater to cup her breast, his thumb sweeping around and around her erect nipple, occasionally flicking or pinching it.

Just as she felt the slow build of pleasure begin again, he stopped. With a soft curse he slipped his hand from between her legs and moved his knee, holding her hips until she was somewhat steady on her feet. With a deft flick he buttoned her shorts and then quickly turned away, leaving her back feeling strangely cold in his absence.

Breathless, confused, and frustrated beyond belief at being cut off when she was so close, Cass clung to the counter like a lifeline, staring down into the sink, wondering what the hell had just happened. When she finally got the courage to look over her shoulder at Gabe he was closing the fridge with two beers in his hand. Setting one on the counter he opened the other and looked at her with a shit-eating grin.




Just a Game Ch. 01



"Your friends were right. It definitely isn't you," he said before lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a long drink.

Oh. My. God. The anger and the blush welled up in her at the same time, but just as she was about to shove that beer bottle down his throat Aaron walked in wearing nothing but jeans and a grin that looked suspiciously similar to the one on Gabe's face. She closed her mouth and tried to quiet the pounding of blood in her ears. Her hands were shaking and the fact that she couldn't tell if it was from anger or the after-effects of that amazing orgasm just pissed her off even more. 

"Thanks bro," he said as Gabe handed him the unopened beer. "Shelly conked out. I sent her to sleep in my parents' room so we can get back to our game."

Unable to turn her anger on its real object, Cass shot a glare at her brother. "Damn it Aaron, I told you I was planning to sleep in there while they were gone."

"Get over it. What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Why don't you ask Gabe."

Gabe, who'd been in the middle of a swig of beer, made an odd strangling noise and beer exploded out of the corners of his mouth. Aaron tossed him a dishtowel and watched with a raised eyebrow while he wiped his streaming eyes and tried to clean the beer off the side of the refrigerator.

"What'd you do to piss her off this time?"

"Nothing dude, your sister is a surly drunk."

"Your friend is a nosy douchebag."

"Y'all are both crazy. Come on man, let's go finish that mission."

"I'll be right there. I've got beer all over my hands." 

Gabe moved to the sink, nudging Cass out of the way so he could wash his hands. "Are you trying to get my ass kicked?" he asked quietly, unsure how far away Aaron was.

"It's a pretty tempting proposition right now. I can't believe you listened to our private conversation, you asshole."

"Maybe you shouldn't have private conversations in the living room." He switched the water off and turned to look at her. "Come on Cassie, three hot girls discussing orgasms and vibrators? There's not a straight man in the world that wouldn't stop and try to listen to that."

"My name is Cass," she snapped, trying to distract them both from the fact that she knew he was right on both points. All the things she and her friends had talked about were coming back to her and suddenly she didn't feel so good. She turned to the sink, afraid she was going to throw up. "How much did you hear?"

"Enough to know I could give you something you needed." He'd moved close again, the warm firmness of his chest pressing along her arm. "Call it a belated Christmas present," he said with a mischievous grin. Her blush in full bloom, she tried to turn away but Gabe stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Don't be embarrassed."

"Yeah, nothing to be embarrassed about here; you only heard me discussing my most humiliating secrets and then cornered me in the kitchen to see if you could take on the challenge-"

"Hey!" His hand tightened on her arm and he pulled her close. "It wasn't like that. I was just coming in to say bye, but I saw you standing here and you looked so... I wanted to make you feel good. I knew I could do that for you." The quiet insistence of his voice washed over her and made her tingle all over. Damn him. She shivered as his hand slid up her neck and worked its way into her hair. "I still can; I wasn't finished."

A thump from upstairs had them jumping apart like guilty kids. Cass turned her back to him, grabbed the dish towel and a wine glass and started wiping it dry. "Yes you were. And you better get up there before he comes looking for you."

He took a half step toward her, but hesitated and glanced over his shoulder toward the door. "You know where to find me if you change your mind."

Cass didn't know what to feel. There were so many conflicting emotions rolling around inside her it was easiest to just focus on cleaning up the kitchen and try, unsuccessfully, to pretend like nothing had happened. Her head was still spinning, whether from the wine or the orgasm she wasn't sure, and her thoughts kept returning to that knee-buckling moment of pleasure. 

Good lord, Jill was right. There was definitely no maybe about that orgasm.

She was just putting away the last wine glass when her phone beeped in her pocket indicating she'd missed a call. Her cheeks burned with the thought that it had probably rung while she was grinding against Gabe like a wild woman. She rolled her eyes at herself. It was a wonder the rest of her body could still function since all her blood seemed to be located in her face tonight.

A quick glance at the display and she froze. Trey. Her boyfriend called while another guy had his fingers inside her and she never once gave him a single thought; she'd forgotten all about him. What kind of a girlfriend was she?

The cheating kind apparently.

Tears sprung into her eyes at the thought. Great, now she could add shame and guilt to that long list of confusing emotions. How could she have done that to Trey? He might not be the greatest lover, and he certainly wasn't someone she saw herself marrying or anything, but he was a sweet guy and they had fun together. He didn't deserve this.

There was only one thing she could do in a situation like this. She dialed Avery. After the fifth ring she hung up and dialed Jill. Again, no answer. What the hell were they doing? Surely they weren't asleep already, it was only...good lord, was it really only ten o'clock? After chewing on her lip for a while, staring blankly at the phone in her hand, she hit speed dial once more. 

"Trey's love nest, how can he service you?"

"Becky, goddammit give me the phone." Trey's voice didn't quite drown out the girlish giggles in the background. "Hello?"

"Hi."

There was a pause during which Cass was pretty sure Trey was shutting Becky up because the giggles cut off abruptly.

"Um, hey Cass. Sorry about that my, ah, cousin got a hold of my phone."

"Your cousin?"

"Yeah."

"Who happens to have the same name as your high school sweetheart?"

"I, um...shit. Cass, I-"

"Don't. Seriously, Trey. Look, to be honest I kind of have my own issues going on here at the moment. Maybe-" 

"Wait, what kind of issues?"

"Are you really gonna ask me that from Trey's love nest?"

Another pause and then she heard him sigh heavily. "Fair enough." 

"Maybe we should just take advantage of Christmas break and have our own little break. You go have fun with Becky and...well, we can see how we feel about things when we get back to school next semester."

"I am sorry, Cass."

"I'm sorry too."

"I'll call you when we get back?"

"Okay."

As she hung up she found herself surprised at how little she cared. There had been a small thrill of anger when she heard the female voice answer the phone, but not much. Not nearly as much as there should have been. And she wasn't all that surprised; she'd often wondered if Trey was really over his ex the way he talked about her so frequently. 

No, she wasn't upset about the way things had turned out, though she still felt guilty about her own actions. As much as she wanted to blame Gabe entirely, she knew she was equally responsible. He may have started it, but he'd given her plenty of opportunity to stop it. As she headed up the stairs to her bedroom she shivered at the memory of his voice in her ear.

'Cassie? What do you want, baby?'

She knew what she wanted; it was just a matter of whether she could. Or should. The sound of male laughter made her pause outside of Aaron's door. The rumble of Gabe's voice, too low for her to hear his words, sent a little shiver of anticipation through her.

Who was she kidding? There was no way she was going to pass up this opportunity. She'd been fantasizing about Gabe ever since she could remember and now she finally had her chance at him. She just had to keep in mind exactly what he was offering and not fool herself into thinking it was anything more than...what had he called it? Physical recreation. 

A smile crept across her face as she closed her bedroom door behind her. Jill and Avery were always telling her to loosen up; this time she was going to take their advice. Gabe obviously knew what he was doing. She'd take the chance, maybe learn a few things, definitely have some fun. Yes, she could do this.



Just a Game Ch. 01



It was a game at first--a stupid game they played to humiliate and gross each other out, and then it evolved into a sort of competition. It became a game of Chicken, and in the end, they both won.

Pete had known Dean for a while, but they weren't exactly friends before they became roommates. Dean was a friend-of-a-friend he saw regularly because they all used to play Magic: The Gathering on a regular basis. Pete's buddy Tony was the hub of the group, and games had happened on average once a month for years, but Pete eventually decided to get away from Magic, not particularly enjoying being drawn into the nerd scene, and also deciding that at 22 he was probably too old for that shit anyway. He'd had a couple of girlfriends who thought it was really weird, and even though they just failed to understand the game, he had been influenced by them and felt slightly disgusted with himself whenever he let Tony rope him into playing Magic again. The group kept on for a short while without him, but dissolved completely after two more of their regulars pulled out--one because of his job schedule, and the other because he and his wife had a kid.

Pete continued to hang out with Tony, the only one of the Magic crowd he still had a strong connection with--they had been friends since sixth grade. They watched movies, drank beers, talked about work, about women. When Pete lost his job due to massive layoffs, Tony began to pay for most of the beers.

Pete had enough unemployment compensation to last him several months while he looked for a new job, but pickings were slim, and having his income suddenly sliced in half was seriously affecting his ability to pay his bills. He was living in a small bachelor suite to begin with, and it couldn't possibly support another person--he confessed to Tony he'd probably have to move out and find someone to room with. That was when Tony mentioned Dean, who had recently had his hours cut and was also having trouble paying rent.

It wouldn't be ideal--Dean had a one-bedroom apartment, but it at least had more square footage than Pete's place. He tried to get used to the idea that he would probably have to crash on Dean's living room couch until his situation improved.

The first time Pete went to see Dean's apartment, he had to work hard to hide his displeasure. Dean was a hardcore nerd--his walls were plastered with posters. Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, World of Warcraft and other video games. He had collectible figures in glass cabinets, replica swords, many-sided dice, and cats. Three cats.

"Shit," Pete sighed as the cats circled around him, sniffing and rubbing against his legs.

"Oh... are you allergic?" Dean asked, standing awkwardly nearby as he watched his living space being critically evaluated.

"No, just... more of a dog person," Pete replied. He reached down to scratch one of the cats' ears. "I don't mind them, I guess. They seem okay."

"They're quite gregarious, but pretty mellow most of the time."

Pete raised his eyebrows a little, unsure what "gregarious" meant. He continued to look around, and spotted an antique-looking framed print of a tiger with Japanese script on it. He looked back at Dean appraisingly. He had black hair and very dark eyes behind his glasses, but Pete had never thought of him as being Asian. "You Japanese?"

"Half. My grandma sent me that for my birthday a long time ago. I can't read Japanese, and I can only speak a little, but I've always liked it I guess." He idly scratched the back of his head.

Pete nodded. Dean had a really nice TV, and a lot of movies and video games. He also had comics and action figures. "No offense, man, but did you design this place to repel girls?"

Dean laughed and flopped down on the couch, picking up a Rubik's cube from the coffee table and beginning to twist it idly. A cat climbed into his lap and started to knead. "No offense to you, 'man', but this is the 21st century. Girls can be nerds too. There are three of them in my Dungeons & Dragons group." He smirked at Pete's skepticism. "Real ones. With boobs. Anyway, what's with the judgment? You played Magic with us."

Pete shrugged. "I guess I grew up."

Dean pointed an accusing finger at him, but there was humour behind the exaggerated severity. "Hey! No one is obligated to grow up." He finally grinned, giving the cube a toss and catching it as if it were a baseball. "So what are you into nowadays?"

"I dunno. Hockey." He sat down on the couch next to Dean, bouncing a little to test it for comfort. "Not a bad couch to sleep on, I guess."

Dean stared at him blankly for a moment. "You wanted to sleep on the couch...?"

Pete mirrored his blank stare. "Uh... it's only one bedroom, right?"

"Yeah, but it's a big bedroom. Like, really big. Why get rid of your bed when we can both stay in there comfortably? I'm not shy. And I don't snore." He paused, looking suddenly embarrassed as if he'd said something inappropriate. "I mean... that's not super weird, is it? If one of us has a girl over at some point, the other can crash here. No big deal."

Pete shrugged. He hadn't considered this. "No, it's not weird I guess. I shared a room with one of my brothers growing up." He glanced over at Dean. "Where do the cats sleep?"

Dean scratched tha cat's ears. "Here in the living room. Bedroom is off-limits--they'd keep me awake otherwise. I'm sure you'd be even less excited about that than I would."

Pete nodded in agreement. Comfy couch or not, three cats running amok at night would be more than a little annoying. "Well, let's see the room I guess."

He followed Dean to the bedroom and glanced around. It really was huge, and there was plenty of unused space. One corner was dominated by an enormous inflatable T-Rex with a red bow taped to its head.

"She doesn't have to stay," Dean chortled, slinging an arm around the dinosaur, which was quite a bit taller than he was. "We have a pretty close relationship, but I'm ready to let go."

Pete at first glared skeptically, but he couldn't help the smirk that arose. "Is that your girlfriend...?"

"She wishes," Dean shot back. "Unfortunately for Lucy, 'inflatable' isn't my type. Neither is 'extinct'."

Pete laughed. "I guess it's relief you're only into inflatables on a friendship basis...."

"Strictly platonic, I swear!"

Pete continued to smirk. Dean was an oddball, but he was actually beginning to like him. He checked out the closet--also huge, and also with space to spare. "Well, yeah, I think this could work. Let's talk details."

After discussing rent, utilities, furniture, pet peeves, TV habits, food, and several other subjects, they had made a solid agreement. Pete gave notice at his current place, and started to sell off most of his furniture.

When the time came for him to move in, Pete was almost disappointed to find 'Lucy' had been deflated and tucked away, but he needed the space for his bed nonetheless. His double bed fit neatly under the window, perpendicular to Dean's. There was room for his good-sized dresser, and Dean had cleared more than half the closet space for him. They each had a shelf in the fridge, and the third was communal. Pete had a couple of kitchen cupboards to himself, and one side of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He was surprised at how well it all seemed to be working so far.

That first night, they lay awake talking and laughing for hours, like kids on a campout.

It only took a few days for the game to start. Dean hadn't been kidding about not being shy. He changed clothes openly, tended to leave the bathroom door wide open when he peed, and usually left it at least ajar when he showered. Since Pete didn't need to see that, he started subtly censoring his roommate, shutting the door whenever Dean was in the shower, or pointedly leaving the room when he started stripping.

One morning Pete rolled out of bed and found that Dean's bed was empty, and the apartment was quiet. He checked the time and assumed Dean was working. Slightly out of it, he shuffled sleepily to the bathroom, combing his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. He looked up with sudden surprise when he found it already occupied. Dean was standing shirtless in front of the toilet with his boxers around his thighs, dick in hand. Pete didn't mean to look straight at it--his eyes just settled there before he could stop them.

"Oh--shit!" Pete huffed, turning away quickly. "Sorry, man. I thought you were working."

Dean laughed. "They changed my schedule again. No big deal. If I cared, I would've closed the door!"

Pete stomped back to the bedroom, followed by the sounds of Dean's laughter and an intermittent trickling of urine into the bowl. "It's just a penis!" he chortled. "You have one too--unless I'm mistaken!"

Later that night, Pete was in bed with his laptop perusing job boards when Dean came in, getting ready for bed. He stripped down to his underwear while Pete pointedly ignored him.

"Hey--Pete?" Dean said in a serious tone.

"Hmm?" Pete looked up from his screen.

With one swift movement he pushed down the waistband of his boxers and pulled out his whole package, leaving it dangling in full view.

"Oh--jeez!" Pete groaned, averting his gaze as swiftly as if Dean had shone a blinding light in his eyes. "What the hell, man?"

Dean tucked his equipment back into his underpants and flopped back onto his bed, laughing heartily as he took off his glasses and set them on his nightstand. "You're hilarious!"

"Because I don't want to look at your dick?"

"Because you're so offended by it!"

Pete sighed and shrugged. "You're messed up, man. Seriously."

"You need to relax a little. The ancient Greeks wrestled naked, you know--but no one can handle stuff like that anymore. This is such a homophobic society."

"Are you gay?"

"No!"

"Then how am I homophobic?"

"I said society, not you. But maybe you are homophobic if you can look at your own junk every day but you can't handle seeing another guy's. It's not gay--it's not sexual. It's just the human body. Have you never been to a nude beach?"

"Nope, and don't plan to."

Dean sighed and burrowed under his covers. "I have, and I can tell you, I get why some people enjoy nudist colonies. I like being naked around the house. But for your tender sensibilities, I'll refrain."

"Fine. Thanks." Pete rolled his eyes. There was no further discussion on the matter, but he found himself lying awake thinking about it. If Dean didn't care, there was no good reason he couldn't change clothes freely in front of him... except for the fact that he was self-conscious. Pete was a bit on the overweight side, and hated his flabby upper body. Of course, he didn't have any shame around his junk specifically. Would Dean be totally caught off guard if he retaliated? He began to smirk at the idea.

In the morning, Dean was getting ready to head to work when Pete dragged himself out of bed. He silently ate a bowl of cereal while Dean devoured three pieces of toast with peanut butter. Just as Dean had grabbed his keys and was about to head out, Pete walked up behind him and cleared his throat. When Dean turned around, one eyebrow raised, Pete grinned and popped his junk out of his pants.

"Ah fuck!" Dean laughed, reflexively turning his head away.

"There--see?" Pete exclaimed as he stuffed himself back into his underwear. He pointed an accusing finger at Dean. "You didn't want to look at mine either--some nudist you are!"

Dean simply continued to laugh as he stuffed his feet into his shoes and headed out the door.

The game had begun in earnest. There was no discussion about it, but from then on they'd try to catch one another off guard with a spontaneous flashing on a semi-regular basis. Some days they'd do it several times. Sometimes a few days would go by without an attempt. Dean was usually better at it, mainly because Pete's reaction was stronger, but also because Dean seemed to have a knack for leaving his cock and balls outside his pants for quite a while without Pete noticing. His proudest triumph was the time he stood placidly working his way through a footlong sandwich for nearly fifteen minutes while Pete was working at his laptop before he finally looked up and realized Dean's exposed dick was hanging less than an arm's length from his face.

"Dammit!" Pete laughed, his head thunking down onto the table beside his computer. "You jackass!"

Dean laughed along, wiggling his hips a little.

"Put it away!" Pete guffawed, grabbing a nearby open bottle of water and sloshing it in his direction. Dean doubled over as the water splashed all over his crotch and soaked his jeans. Two nearby cats who had come to lavish attention on Dean made a hasty retreat.

"Hey--lucky I didn't have my phone in my pocket!" Dean exclaimed. "Well, maybe now you'll get your secret wish. I can't wear these." He let his wet jeans and boxers drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He swung around and gave Pete a perfect view of his ass as he bent over to pick up the wet clothes, and then headed down the hall, wiggling his behind showily as he went.

"I'm not even looking at you, dingus!" Pete called after him.

"Liar!"

A few days later, Pete got Dean pretty good. He slipped out of bed a minute before his alarm was set to go off, and stood at Dean's bedside with his package hanging free. The moment the alarm started to beep, Dean jerked awake, rolling toward Pete and beginning to raise his eyelids sleepily. When he noticed the presence in front of him his eyes flew open, getting a full view of his roommate's jewels displayed inches from his face.

"Shit!" Dean chuckled in a scratchy voice, grabbing his pillow and whacking Pete with it. Pete laughed and tucked himself away, carefully shielding his essentials from the onslaught of the pillow.

They both had a good laugh after Dean once scared the crap out of Pete by hiding in the closet first thing in the morning wearing nothing but socks and a tie.

Another time, Pete managed to successfully get Dean with the dick-in-a-box gag, which he long considered to be his crowning triumph.

One day, when Pete returned home from a stressful afternoon of hand-delivering résumés, he walked in the door and found himself face-to-face with 'Lucy'--although she seemed to have undergone a sex change. Dean had removed the red bow from the inflatable dinosaur, and added a new feature--a cartoonishly gigantic set of cock-and-balls made out of balloons. Pete nearly collapsed laughing, his day heartily improved at once.

The two were getting along surprisingly well considering the differences between them. They spent a lot of evenings together watching movies or TV, playing video games, or sometimes just chatting. Dean had decent writing skills and helped Pete polish up his résumé, even though Pete jokingly pointed out that he was probably an idiot to accept help from someone who was having troubles with his current job. Pete had more dating experience and talked Dean through some concerns about a girl he'd seen a couple of times, though Dean took the opportunity to poke fun at the fact that Pete was single and probably had no right to give advice.

A few weeks into their shared tenancy, Pete began to wonder about Dean's masturbatory habits. He was accustomed to jerking off on a nightly basis, but had resisted since he'd started sharing a room. Instead he relieved his tensions in the shower, or waited until Dean was at work. He supposed Dean might restrict his autoerotic activities to the shower, but being that he left the bathroom door open all the time, this seemed unlikely. At least, Pete had never noticed him doing it. He wondered if Dean might be one of these incredibly rare guys that actually didn't masturbate, or only did so very occasionally.

One night Pete was awake later than usual and finally caught him at it. He heard a rustling of sheets, and the furtive sound of hand on flesh, which became rhythmic and urgent along with Dean's breathing. He wondered if Dean did this often, after he thought Pete was asleep. Pete bit his lip and continued to listen, now and then glancing over and catching a bit of movement in the dim light that filtered through the curtains from the streetlights below the window. Ten or fifteen minutes passed, and then Dean's breathing ramped up, and he gasped, pressed a pillow to his face, and jerked spasmodically with the force of his orgasm, squeaking the bed slightly along with a muffled groan. Pete waited until Dean's breathing was even and punctuated with occasional soft snores before he reached beneath his blanket and helped himself.

During the day their game continued, and it ramped up. They started taking greater risks. Once, Dean flashed him while they were standing at a bus stop. Pete managed to get him back while his Dungeons & Dragons group was over, without any of them noticing, though they were baffled after Dean suddenly burst into a bout of laughter so unexpected that he spit out a mouthful of Coke all over his dice, and wouldn't tell them why.

It wasn't long before one particular boundary dropped. Pete overheard Dean masturbating again, and, for whatever reason, decided to subtly let him know. He shifted noisily in bed, and Dean's movement immediately stopped. Pete almost laughed aloud, listening to his rapid breathing.

"Oh, go ahead," Pete finally whispered. "Let's not pretend we don't all do it."

Dean let out a short, monosyllabic laugh. "I figured you would be all weirded out by it, like you are with nudity. Well... like you were."

They both chuckled.

"Seriously, let's just admit we're both gonna do it, and we don't need to be embarrassed," Pete said.

"Thank God."

Pete heard him redouble his efforts, and, after a few minutes, started up on himself. He found that he was actually enjoying listening to another person masturbate while he jerked himself off. The sound of someone else's heavy breathing helped him along, and he finished quicker than usual, shooting his load only about half a minute after Dean's. They cleaned themselves up without comment, and went to sleep.

After that, they both masturbated unabashedly on a nightly basis. During the day, their game took on new dimensions. Sometimes they would flash one another simultaneously. Their reactions evolved from groans and immature laughter to joking expressions of hearty approval, and eventually lewd comments.

"Like what you see, Peter?" Dean said suggestively one morning as he stripped his clothes off in preparation for the shower. "You like my gorgeous man-flesh?"

"Fuck yeah," Pete played along. "I'm so hard for you, man. Don't tease me--you know how much I want you."

Later Pete was preparing for a job interview, the first one he'd had since getting laid off. When he bent down to tie his shoes, Dean came up behind him, grabbed his hips, and aggressively dry humped him.

"Aw yeah, gimme that sweet ass!" he growled.

Pete cursed and lost his balance, falling clumsily into the shoes, bringing Dean down on top of him. "You sick fuck!" he exclaimed, but his annoyance turned quickly to laughter as they wrestled for a couple of minutes, and then Pete finally gave him a hard shove.

"Okay, cut it out--I'm going to miss my bus!" He quickly finished tying his shoes, and picked himself up off the floor, checking his clothes.

Dean stood up and gave him some space. "Seriously, you look good. I'd hire you." He grinned.

"For what--or do I want to know?" Pete chuckled.

Dean continued to grin. "Really... I hope you get it. Good luck."

As it turned out, the interview went poorly and as Pete made his way home on the bus he was certain he wasn't getting the job. He texted Dean to tell him so, and Dean replied with a suggestion that they meet at the pub on the corner.

Pete's depressed mood didn't last long once they were stuffing themselves with nachos and chicken wings, and washing it all down with beer. At least, Pete drank beer--Dean wasn't a big drinker, and spent the evening sampling various colourful, sweet cocktails, which Pete thoroughly mocked him for. With a few drinks in him, Dean started rambling on about his Dungeons & Dragons game and how "epic" it was. Strangely, Pete found that hearing about his dwarven paladin's adventures was much less boring than usual.




Just a Game Ch. 01



By the time they stumbled back to their building, laughing hysterically, both were desperate to pee. Dean tripped and lost his balance in his haste to kick off his shoes as they pushed past each other to get inside the apartment. To regain his footing he grabbed at Pete, who didn't have the equilibrium to provide any support--both of them hit the ground, still laughing.

"Bathroom's mine!" Pete yelled, trying to get upright again.

"No way!" Dean protested, grabbing his leg to keep him on the ground and then crawling ahead of him toward the bathroom on his hands and knees. One of the cats strolled around the corner to greet them, and then arched its back and ran off, startled by their behaviour.

"Yes way!" Pete grabbed him by his belt to haul him back, but Dean responded by unbuckling the belt as well as unbuttoning his pants, and in an instant he was clawing his way ahead, leaving his pants in Pete's hands. They both howled with laughter, which increased when Dean also dropped his drawers as he picked himself up off the floor, waggling his penis in Pete's direction before disappearing into the bathroom with a crow of triumph.

"Bastard!" Pete bellowed between breathless guffaws. He managed to stand up and also dropped his pants and boxers in the hallway before barrelling into the bathroom behind Dean, who stood at the toilet but hadn't yet started to pee. Making a quick, drunken decision, Pete poised himself to piss in the sink next to him.

"Gross--not the sink!" Dean groaned. "Come on--there's enough toilet."

Pete followed Dean's frantic gesturing and joined him at the toilet, naked hips bumping together briefly. They stood there over the toilet, each pointing his dick at the bowl, breathing hard as they waited for the stream to start. They burst into giggles again when they realized both were suffering from 'stage fright'. Pete shivered a little. Standing bare-assed in the bathroom was making him cold.

There was a brief trickle as Dean let loose a single squirt, and both burst into renewed laughter. Pete added a short dribble of his own. He shivered again. They both breathed and concentrated. Gradually Dean began to pee a steady stream. They met eyes for a moment, and once again laughter took over. As much as he'd had to pee a minute ago, Pete couldn't manage to release anything after that first trickle.

"Always the shy one," Dean teased.

"Shhhh... I almost had it!"

Dean smirked. "Want me to get you started?" he chuckled.

"What the hell does that--oh...!" Pete broke off with a gasp. Dean had shifted his jet of urine so that it hit the tip of Pete's penis. The sensation of the hot stream on him was bizarre and strangely exciting. Against all sense, his cock started to grow firm in his hand. Fortunately Dean didn't seem to notice--he finished peeing and laughed again before giving Pete a light hip-check and plodding off to the bedroom.

Pete stood at the toilet shivering for a long time after he left. He concentrated for a few minutes, willing his erection away. Finally it waned enough to allow his aching bladder to loose the evening's stored-up drinks, and in an instant he was peeing like a racehorse, groaning with the intensity of the stream.

By the time he got to the bedroom, Dean was already dead to the world, lying on his front with his ass exposed, face half buried in his pillow. Pete smiled and tossed a blanket over him before stripping his shirt off and crawling into his own bed.

Late the next morning, Pete woke with a slight headache and a dry mouth, but otherwise not feeling too badly. He heard Dean shift in bed and glanced over, watching him stretch.

"No work today?" Pete asked groggily.

"Nope. Thank God."

Pete almost got out of bed before realizing he was wearing nothing under his blanket but socks. As much as they had seen of one another, he still wasn't quite ready to be fully in the buff in front of his roommate. Moreover, he was painfully horny. He stayed hidden beneath the covers.

"Hey... Pete," Dean said sleepily.

Pete sighed. He knew that Dean was going to flash him, but he looked anyway. With an impish smirk, Dean rolled to his side, pushed his blanket back, and revealed a massive, purple-headed erection.

"Welcome to Morningwood Academy, sucka!"

"Shit, Dean--seriously?" Pete hissed, flinging a pillow at him. Dean laughed and caught the pillow, pressing it to his crotch and humping it several times with an exaggerated moan before tossing it back.

"Ugh..." Pete muttered, deflecting the pillow and letting it fall to the floor.

"Sir Dean the Defiler strikes again!" he declared, rolling cheerfully out of bed and striking a triumphant pose for a moment, cock sticking straight out in front of him, before turning to head to the bathroom.

"Fuck," Pete sighed as he heard the shower turn on. He settled back against his mattress, reaching below the covers to stroke his own raging hard-on. He'd had dreams all night involving Dean, and peeing, and somehow woken up horny as hell. Horny enough to jerk himself to an explosive, intensely satisfying orgasm before Dean was even finished in the shower. The force of it made his headache worse, but the rest of him now felt exceedingly pleasant.

After cleaning himself up with a dirty t-shirt, he put on some fresh clothes and headed for the bathroom, needing to pee again as well as locate some Advil. Dean was still in the shower, the bathroom door, of course, wide open. The transparent shower curtain did nothing to obscure his activities, but Pete would have known just from his heavy breathing that he was masturbating. He tried to ignore him and went for the toilet, shutting his eyes while he waited for the stream to come. He was still waiting when he heard Dean finish, with a grunt and several gasps.

Pete had just about begun to pee, and then, on a whim, stopped himself. Dizzy with a mixture of unaccountable glee and the rush of over-the-top vengeance, he moved over to the shower and whisked the curtain aside. Dean looked up at him with a startled expression, which intensified to unmitigated shock when Pete began to pee all over him. The sense of release, of breaking down a boundary, was intense, and Pete was almost certain he would be hardening right now if it weren't for the fact that he'd just emptied his balls about two minutes ago. His expression was dreamy and proud.

Dean was frozen. He really didn't have any defence against this, unless he tried to push past Pete, which might just cause him to pee all over the floor instead of the shower. The hot stream washed over his legs, occasionally hitting his genitals. His cock was still semi-erect. He uttered a low grunting noise, and a soft gasp.

When Pete finished, he shook off and tucked himself back into his shorts. His posture remained proud, but now he was worried he'd gone too far--way too far. Then Dean laughed. It was an odd laugh, though--three harsh syllables, and then silence. His eyes were very wide, his jaw hanging open.

"So... yeah...." Pete said, his voice strangely high-pitched. He took a step back, shut the curtain, and turned to leave, completely forgetting about his quest for Advil. After a few moments he heard the shower turn back on.

Things were awkward for the rest of the day. They talked very little. Pete holed up in the bedroom--so the cats wouldn't be all over his computer, he claimed--hoping to make some good headway on his job hunt. His productivity was negligible as he continued to worry he'd crossed a line, and the game would be over. He tried to convince himself it didn't matter either way--why should he be so attached to it? The game was utterly asinine. Infantile, even. He decided he'd make no more attempts, and leave the ball in Dean's court.

It only took till that night for Dean to make his next move, although when it happened Pete had no idea if they were playing the same game anymore. Pete had barely left the bedroom all day and was still in bed when Dean entered and shut off the light. Pete shut down his laptop immediately, and as he did so he heard Dean stripping off his clothes, and then the squeak of the mattress. It was dark and silent for nearly five minutes before Dean turned on his bedside lamp. Pete glanced over. Dean had no covers on, not a stitch of clothing, and was starting to slowly stroke himself. Pete swallowed hard. Clearly he was intended to watch, though reason told him to avert his eyes. He watched.

Dean did not look at him as he coaxed his cock to full hardness. He reached for the drawer of his nightstand and fumbled for a bottle of lube. Pete watched him drizzle a thin stream over the deep blushing tip of his erection, and heard him moan softly as he palmed his shaft and spread the slick fluid over his member with a gentle twisting motion. He started using both hands. One snugly gripped the shaft, pumping up and down; the other caressed and teased the tip, occasionally dipping down to tug on his balls. He panted hard and increased his tempo, now and then grunting or moaning, which he didn't usually do when Pete was in the room.

Pete kept watching. Finally his hand strayed downwards beneath the blanket and into his boxers. He was well on his way to a full erection. He started stroking it gradually, not wanting to catch Dean's attention. It was hard to keep breathing normally. His organ felt super-sensitive. This was far more intense, far more taboo than beating off simultaneously with the lights out. Dean was showing off, and doing so for his benefit. Whether it was intended to shock, annoy, disgust, or arouse him, it was having mainly the latter effect. He was also increasingly envious of that lube--Dean's cock was gloriously slicked up to glistening, the excess drooling languidly over his fingers. His hands moved in such a perfectly smooth pistoning motion.

Pete let out an unintentional gasp. Dean craned his head around, finally, to look at him. He still wore his glasses--his eyes were huge and especially dark, his mouth slack and moist. He did not stop masturbating, and simply stared at him with curiosity and expectation beneath that lustful gleam.

"Uhnn..." Pete stammered. The lube--he wanted the lube. Wordlessly he snaked an arm out from underneath his blanket and pointed with an unsteady finger at the bottle that had settled near Dean's hip. Dean's eyes grew even wider. He paused his movements, and then slowly sat up. Pete didn't realize until he'd gotten up from the bed and walked over, his manhood bobbing straight out in front of him, that Dean must have thought he was pointing at his cock.

"Oh..." was all Pete managed to get out.

"Shove over," Dean said breathily.

He could have corrected the misunderstanding then, or at least replied with a simple "no," but he did not. He didn't want to. In that adrenaline-and-lust-fuelled moment, he wanted a warm, amorous Dean, with his greased-up hard-on, in his bed next to him. Pete shoved over. Dean crawled in and settled against him, immediately slipping a hand under his blanket. Pete held his breath and didn't stop him. Dean's hand was warm and slippery as it closed around his erection and squeezed. His hips jerked in response, immediately ready to fuck that friendly fist. His hands sought something to grab, so he bunched the sheet beneath him with one, and found Dean's cock with the other.

"Oh..." Pete grunted again. Dean was hard as steel, but the flesh around that solid core was exquisitely silky. He panted at the out-of-control rush of being jerked off by another guy as he jerked him in return. Dean seemed to enjoy it just as much, moaning and pressing his face into Pete's shoulder. Dean was close, very close, as he had already been at it a while. He started making little whimpering noises, which made Pete grin. Pete felt Dean's shaft surge in his grip and stiffen even more before he dropped his chin and roared out a desperate syllable of release accompanied by several violent jerks of his hips. Pete tried to keep a firm grip on him throughout, even as Dean let go of his cock and the mattress quaked beneath them. Dean spattered across his own belly, but most of his issue dribbled over Pete's hand.

Once Dean had settled down, Pete pulled his hand back and examined the thick, white goo coating most of his fingers with fascination. Before he could think about what he should do with it, Dean had passed him an old t-shirt. Quickly he wiped off, and passed it back. Dean cleaned up his front and sat up. Pete thought that might be it, but then Dean crawled down the bed and positioned himself between Pete's legs, facing him. They made eye contact finally. Dean looked like he wanted to smile, but wasn't sure if he was supposed to. Pete was simply bewildered. He relaxed and sighed as Dean pulled the blanket down until his cock popped up cheerfully. As many times as Dean had seen it before, he hadn't seen it erect. Pete hadn't been certain until now that he wanted Dean to see it, but at this point he figured since Dean had yanked on it, he might as well look.

Dean swallowed and bit down on his bottom lip as he wrapped both hands around Pete's cock and started enthusiastically pleasuring him using the same technique he used on himself. Pete scrunched his blanket in both fists and gritted his teeth. Dean's hands were so warm, so slick, and so intuitive, and Pete's cock was humming with pleasure as if nerve endings he'd never felt before were being awakened. His head swam; his legs trembled. He felt a roiling ache deep in his balls that suddenly surged up to an almost unbearable ecstasy of release. His jaw flew open and he screamed long and loud, desperately fucking Dean's tight, perfectly-lubed, double-handed grip until all of his strength left him.

Pete lay there panting with his eyes closed until he felt Dean change position. He lifted his lids and watched as Dean picked up the already used t-shirt and started to clean off. Pete realized most of his come hand landed on Dean--the majority had jetted across his bare torso, and there were even a few generous gobs in his hair. A single drop had hit his glasses. Pete managed a small, awkward chuckle.

"Gotcha...?" he ventured.

Dean smirked as he took his glasses off to clean them, and then burst out laughing. "Yeah. Yeah, man... you got me pretty good."

Pete sighed, still working on catching his breath. He stared up at Dean curiously as he stood up. Was he just going to go back to bed, and tomorrow they would go on with life as usual? Was getting each other off spectacularly going to be just another joke? But Dean only went to turn out the lamp and place his glasses on the nightstand, and then spread himself out on Pete's bed again, pulling his blanket over both of them before molding himself to Pete's side. He tugged at Pete's shirt, which had been hit with a few drops of come but was mostly undefiled.

"Be naked with me," Dean said.

Pete frowned. "Mmm... nope."

"Seriously?" Dean gaped. "After all this, you still won't take your shirt off? Are you hiding some kind of horrific deformity? Do you have a third nipple?"

"No," Pete chuckled. "I just... don't like my body, I guess."

Dean grew serious. He slung an arm across Pete's middle. "Well... I like it quite a lot, so far. You don't have anything to worry about."

"I'm fat."

"You're not fat!"

"I'm fat."

Dean sighed. "Well, you're not skinny. But you're a perfectly fine size. You've got that sort of... stout dwarven physique. If you grew a big, bushy beard, you'd be a serious fucking badass."

Pete laughed, placing his hand over Dean's. It felt surprisingly natural there. "You're such a dork. Beards are disgusting."

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Dean replied with mock severity. "Only because you're so fucking amazing to cuddle. I've literally never been so comfortable in my entire life."

"It's the fat."

Dean grinned, squeezing him tight. "All right, fine. Just don't change."

Pete smiled in the dark. After a minute or two, he whispered, "I'm really comfy too."

Dean didn't reply immediately. Pete wondered if he'd already fallen asleep. Then he whispered, "I'm gonna get you naked."

Pete's smile widened. "I'd like to see you try."



Just a Game Ch. 02



"What the hell am I gonna wear?" Niya asked herself for the millionth time. "I can't wear this, it's too sexy and I can't wear this, it's too conservative," she looked at the clock. 6:34...she had until 8. She hadn't been on a date since...hell, she couldn't even remember. She was even tempted to call her little cousin, Jalissa to help her out, and then it hit her. "This IS NOT a date...so why am I stressing?" She hopped over the piles of rejected outfits on her floor and looked into her closet. She fumbled around her closet for a few minutes until she found what she was looking for. "Perfect," she said as she pulled out a jersey dress out of the back of the closet. 

She walked into her bathroom and took off her clothes in front of the mirror. 'I'm sexy!' she thought as she looked in the mirror and then laughed at herself for being conceited. She ran a hand over her stomach up to her breasts, over her dark nipples. 'Do I have time?' she thought as her hand trailed down to her pussy, past the soft hairs to her soaked lips. 'Damn, I haven't been this wet in awhile,' she thought. She looked up at the clock, 6:57. "Fuck it, I'ma make time!" 

She ran back to her room and dived into her covers, they felt so soft against her skin. She laid back against her pillow, her body so hot compared to her cool sheets. She spread her legs, allowing her hand to travel down to her pussy feeling the heat on her fingertips. She pressed down on her clit, "Mmm," she moaned as she felt the sharp sensation of pleasure. "I won't be able to do this alone," she said as she reached under her bed and pulled out her rabbit, the best investment she ever made. She rubbed the head against her wet pussy and then onto her clit, "Ah." she squealed as she closed her eyes, imagining a big, solid body on top of her, she began to push her toy inside. She was so tight, she hadn't been fucked in over a year, and she could barely put it inside of her. She turned on the vibrations and was in her own world, bucking her hips, moaning, letting her imagination run wild. 7:15, 7:16, 7:17, the time passed minute by minute. "OH, GOD!" she moaned, wiping her forehead and licking her juices off of her toy. She looked at the clock, when she finished. "SHIT, 7:46!" She hopped in the shower and washed away the evidence of her pleasure.

"She's gonna stand you up! You should've known! I knew it, I fucking knew it!" Brian cursed at himself. Here it was, 8:14 and he haven't as much as seen a car that LOOKED like her's. He walked into the restaurant, cursing under his breath, got a menu, and was seated at a table. He looked at the rose that he bought for her, "So much for this," he said. He saw a man sitting alone 2 tables down from him, looking at his watch, and repeatedly fixing his suit. Brian walked over to him, and handed him the rose. "No sense in wasting, you're lady will enjoy it," he sighed. 

"Thanks, Man," the man in the suit said taking it, "you're a lifesaver."

Brian walked back to his table and waited for his meal.

"I hope that wasn't my rose," Niya said as she sat down in front of him.

"It WAS your rose; you were late, so another lady benefits from your loss." Brian said, hoping that she got his analogy. Her expression was almost worth the wait.

"So, because I was a little late you gave my rose away?" she asked, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. 'I'm going to turn the tables,' she thought, smiling inside. "You know, you might as well have bought that rose for another woman!"

"Maybe so, but what does it matter to you? This isn't a date, remember?" Brian joked, using her words against her. She had said that plenty of times before they left the gym 3 days ago.

"Of course I remember, I made that rule," she replied, careful not to be outdone.

"Sure whatever," Brian said, not wanting to ruin the evening before it even began, "You look nice," he said giving her body a once-over.

"Thank you. You look good yourself," Niya said looking at his arms. 'Yup, pretty damn good,' she thought to herself.

"You knew I was coming," Niya declared.

"Actually, I wasn't so sure," Brian said, "and someone wouldn't give me their number so I could check in."

"I don't get down like that," Niya replied, smirking. 

"Ok, then," Brian said as he flagged a waitress over for another menu. "Have you ever eaten here before?" Brian asked her.

"Yes, not at this one, but the one across town. This place is a good 15 minute drive from my apartment." She replied with a smile.

"I was hoping that you liked Chinese," Brian said sincerely.

"I absolutely love it," Niya said, grinning.

"So you live in apartments?" Brian asked, to keep conversation, he loved her voice and her smile for that matter.

"Yeah, Highland Hills on 15th?" She said, before she knew it. She normally never gave her location out, especially to people she barely even knew.

"Yes, I know those apartments," he said, "Hey, quick question," he looked at her.

'Uh-oh,' Niya thought, 'Do I wanna know?' She looked at him "Yes?"

"What made you so damn competitive?' He asked quizzically.

"My mom," Niya said "She went to state in shotput, softball, volleyball, drill team, and was about to go pro in basketball before she got pregnant with me, so she thinks that it's my duty to live out her dreams because she didn't get the chance to."

"Is that what you want?" Brian asked her looking at her 'thinking face', she was too cute.

"Not at first, I didn't. It felt like she was constantly pressuring me to do what she wanted me to do and I hated her all through elementary and middle school. We had different ideas of what we wanted me to be. I wanted to be a cheerleader and take up gymnastics; she wanted me to be a jockette. When I hit high school, I started in every sport I played and I started to like the attention. The newspaper articles, college letters, and scouts, I loved it all. So, I wanted to be the best of the best." Niya stopped for a moment and took a sip of her drink. 'Jesus, I'm talking too much! I don't know him like this!' she thought.

Brian thought for a moment, "That sounds about right," he declared.

"What do you mean, Brian" Niya asked, confused.

"Well, I read in a magazine that women who are as athletic and competitive as you are have a phobia about starting relationships because they've always been 'one of the guys' with guys and they have problems switching from 'friend' to 'girlfriend'," Brian said evenly, being careful to no offend her.

"Well, maybe that doesn't apply to me," Niya said proudly, "I'm not afraid of anything."

"Sure, I believe that you aren't afraid of little things, but relationships are bigger than that. I'm sure commitment is out of the question." Brian said smugly.

'Maybe he's right,' Niya thought, reminiscing about the incident that made her late. 'I haven't been on a date in forever, yet my cell phone is literally stuffed with guys' numbers.' 

A young Asian woman brought them their orders. Niya smiled, grateful that the woman came when she did. 'Whew! Saved' Niya thought as she saw Brian reach for his chopsticks. They ate and laughed, (something that Niya is unfamiliar with) the entire meal. Niya looked at her watch, 9:50; it was about time for her to go home, she had practice in the morning.

As if he read her mind, Brian said, "It's getting late."

"I know," she said smiling, "Walk me out to my car?"

"It would be my pleasure," Brian said as he offered her his arm. Niya reluctantly took it as he led her out into the cool night air. "I had a great time," Niya said still beaming as he studied her face for a moment. 

"Prove it," Brian said, with a devilish look in his eyes.

"Prove what?" Niya said, lost again.

"Prove that you're not afraid." Brian replied, knowing that she couldn't back down from a challenge.

"Alright," Niya said as she reached in his pants and pulled out his cell phone.

'That was close....very close,' Brian thought to himself thinking how embarrassing it would have been to get a hard on from her reaching into his pocket. 

She handed him his phone and kissed him lightly on the cheek and got into her car and drove off.

Brian looked at his phone and it read: Niya- 555-555-5555.



Just a Game Ch. 02



"Dude, you are not on your game tonight."

"Sorry. I never even saw that sniper."

"It's cool. You're fortunate enough to be playing with me and I'm good enough for both of us."

"You better keep your ego in check or I'll shoot you myself."

"Yeah, yeah."

Gabe tried to focus on the game, but he was having hard time. His eyes kept dropping to the bite mark on his hand where a purple bruise was already appearing behind the teeth marks. Every time he saw it he thought about that beautiful moment when Cassie lost it in his arms. Then he'd get all flushed and his dick would start throbbing in his pants. And then he'd feel guilty again. 

He really hadn't meant to do it. Like he told her, he'd just seen her there in the kitchen, that sweater clinging to her curves, her cute little sock feet carelessly resting in third position as she stood at the sink washing dishes. She looked miserable, her shoulders slumped and her head down; she hadn't even looked up at him when he came in. And he'd remembered the resignation in her voice when she told her friends there must be something wrong with her.

No, he didn't regret it and despite the guilt he knew that given half a chance he'd do it again. And more. He could show her how to get what she wanted from a man even if he didn't know how to give it to her. He could make her see that it was alright to make noise, to let her body writhe in pleasure, to ask for exactly what she wanted. And it certainly wouldn't hurt if in the process he'd get to run his hands over all that smooth creamy skin, kiss those soft full lips, taste that silky wetness between her legs...

Jesus. He glanced over at Aaron nervously, but he was too involved in shooting their way out of an ambush to notice Gabe's sudden discomfort. He was walking a fine line, though. And really, there was no point getting himself worked up about it since she was clearly pissed at him and not likely to take him up on his offer. 

Oddly enough he couldn't bring himself to feel guilty about eavesdropping; the conversation had been partly about him after all. The Dick. He felt a twinge of irritation and decided that if Cassie ever talked to him again he was going to ask her about that. And he didn't feel guilty on her account for what they'd done; she'd obviously enjoyed it. The guilt was about Aaron. He wouldn't understand. He'd see it as a betrayal of his trust; assume Gabe was just trying to get laid. That really wasn't what it was about, though.

Was it?

No. Definitely not. He honestly hadn't been thinking about getting anything for himself out of it. Okay, so laying his hands on her beautiful body was a definite plus. And he couldn't deny the ego boost he got from knowing he'd been able to give her something no other guy had. But mostly he'd just wanted to make her feel better; prove to her that there was nothing wrong with her. Mission accomplished.

So why couldn't he stop thinking about what else he wanted to do with her? 

"Alright bro, I give up. We're getting slaughtered here."

"Sorry man, I can't seem to get my head in the game."

Aaron ended the game without saving it and stood up to stretch. "Did you drive all the way back this afternoon?"

"Yeah and I was up late last night."

"So what happened? I thought you were supposed to spend Christmas with your mom."

"Wildlife emergency in the Chattahoochie."

Aaron snorted and rolled his eyes.

"No really, we caught these idiots trying to shoot turkeys in the campground yesterday morning. Said they wanted fresh birds for Christmas dinner. Fortunately the campground was empty so no one got hurt, but the rangers arrested them for poaching in a national forest and I had to hunt down, catch, and help pick buckshot out of a bunch of traumatized turkeys. It took all damn day and I didn't want to drive at night so I stayed and had dinner with my boss and his family. I'm pretty sure he put an entire bottle of rum in the egg nog."

"No wonder you're fried. That's what you get for going to work after graduation instead of grad school like me."

"Yeah well, I've been a grade ahead of you our whole lives. I figured I should give you a chance to get ahead."

"Seriously though, do you like it out there? It sounds pretty sweet other than the catching turkeys thing."

"Yeah man, I love the job. I mean, I spend plenty of time sitting in front of a computer, but there's always something to do out in the park if I want an excuse to get out. And the cabin they gave me to live in is awesome. That alone makes the biology degree worth the four years I spent on it."

"I bet. I'll have to come out and visit soon. I've been meaning to since you started, but it was a crazy semester for me. Maybe I can make it for spring break."

"Any time, man."

"Okay, I'm beat. You can crash here if you want, I'm gonna go downstairs and sleep with Shelly."

"What's the deal with her, by the way?"

"Shit, I don't know. We've been going out a few weeks and we're not really that serious, but she kind of invited herself to visit. I only said yes because I knew my parents weren't gonna be here and she offered to bring a carload of boxes from my apartment in Birmingham. The more I'm around her the less I want to be around her, but I feel bad, you know? Dumping someone at Christmas just seems like such a dick move."

"I hear you, man."

"Anyway, she's only here for another couple days and I'm moving so it'll be a natural break."

"Right."

"Well, you know where everything is. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night."

After Aaron left, Gabe sat for a few more minutes staring down at his hand, running one finger over the little indentions. No, Aaron wouldn't understand. They may have been best friends since they were kids, but they'd always had very different attitudes toward girls. 

Gabe had grown up mostly with his mother, watching her put up with a long string of boyfriends that treated her like shit time and again, starting with his own father. He'd decided as a teenager that relationships weren't worth that kind of hassle; that he'd much rather be friends with girls and not have to deal with the whole boyfriend-girlfriend game that Aaron and most of their friends played. 

Of course as he grew up he'd amended that opinion somewhat, observing that not everyone was as unhappy in their relationships as his mother. He'd always been rather in awe of Aaron's parents, who seemed to be best friends and were still happily married after nearly thirty years. If he ever found someone he thought he could love like that it might be worth it, but in the meantime he refused to play by anyone's rules but his own.

He heaved himself up off the bed with a sigh, dug a pair of cut-off sweat pants out of Aaron's dresser and traded them for his jeans. He walked across the hall to the bathroom, pausing only for a second to look at Cassie's closed bedroom door. 

With a familiarity that came from being in a place that felt like home he quickly cleaned up, washing his face and rubbing some toothpaste over his teeth with his finger. In high school he'd kept a toothbrush here, but it had been several years since then and he didn't see an extra one lying around.

As he headed back to Aaron's room he heard the squeak of hinges and looked up to find Cassie's eyes on him. He registered that she looked nervous before he realized she was standing in the doorway of her room wearing nothing but a white tank top and pair of panties with little yellow flowers on the front.

The only thing that kept him from passing out cold was the fact that he was already walking toward her. Her eyes locked on his, widening a bit as he backed her into her room and kicked the door closed behind him. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her close, but just as he dropped his head to kiss those irresistible lips she pulled back.

"Wait."

He licked his lips and looked down at her, holding his breath in anticipation. Her cheeks were bright pink and her pupils were so wide they made her eyes look black, but she said wait so he waited.

"I think we should set some boundaries here."

He straightened, but didn't move his hands. They'd found the cute little divots at the top of her ass and were enjoying themselves too much.

"Boundaries?"

"Yeah. If this is just physical recreation, like you said, there should be rules. Every game has rules, they keep things fun for everyone and no one gets hurt."

He raised his eyebrow at her, somewhat surprised at her take on the situation. There was something about calling it a game that rubbed him the wrong way, but he had to admit he was curious where she was going with this. "So what kind of rules are you proposing?"

"No sex."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine with that." He could tell she'd expected an argument and for some reason it pleased him to surprise her. "What's the next rule?"

"No kissing."

"Hm." He frowned at that. "I don't like that rule."

"You have a problem with the no kissing rule, but not the no sex rule?"

"Yeah, well. I like kissing." His eyes dropped to her lips again and watched as her tongue darted out and moistened them. 

"You don't like sex?"

His lips twisted into a smirk and he met her eyes, noticing the twinkle of amusement beginning to replace the nervousness. "I'm not even going to answer that. But there are a lot of strings that come with sex. If it makes you more comfortable to rule that out, I totally get it."

"It does. And it makes me more comfortable to rule out kissing too."

"Alright, if you insist." He shrugged in capitulation. "Any more rules?"

"That's it for me. Do you have any?"

"Now that you mention it I believe I do. No faking."

The corners of his mouth twitched as he watched her chest and face turn pink, but he smothered the smile before she looked back up at him. He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from turning away, guilt cutting through his amusement as he saw the mortified expression on her face. "Hey, I told you before; nothing was said that you need to be embarrassed about."

She twisted out of his grip and turned away. Walking over to sit down on the edge of the bed, she grabbed a pillow and held it on her lap in a subconscious effort to cover herself. "Did you hear...everything?"

"Yeah." He knew she was talking about what Jill said about her still wanting him and briefly considered feigning ignorance, but couldn't bring himself to lie to her. "I mean it, Cassie. I'm the one who should be embarrassed for being so dense that I never noticed you've hated me for years." 

She turned even redder, if that were possible, and he walked over to her, cutting her off as she opened her mouth to speak. "Which is something I definitely want to get an explanation for later, but at the moment I think we should finish discussing our rules."

Cass sighed and gestured at him to continue as he knelt in front of her and pulled the pillow from her hands, tossing it toward the headboard. "Okay, first no faking and don't try to fool me because I'll know." He wasn't entirely sure he would know, but it sounded good and he hoped the threat of it would keep her from trying. 

"And second...well it's not so much a rule really. I think we should keep this just between us. I'm not saying we should lie about it if anyone asks, but maybe we could just not broadcast it. Your brother would beat the shit out of me if he knew I was in here with you right now." As his hands slid up the outside of her thighs and wrapped around her lower back his eyes drifted over her body and his voice dropped an octave. "Touching you like this." 

A hint of a smirk crossed her lips and she snorted. "I've seen you guys spar. I think you both know you could take him down."

"Yeah well, I'd rather it not ever come to that. And I'd probably let him kick my ass if it did; I'm still not entirely sure I'm not a total asshole for even thinking about doing this." 

"Wait a minute, now. This isn't something you're doing to me. If I didn't want you here, you wouldn't be here. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who tempted you into my room with my sexiest underwear so I could proposition you."

Gabe fingered one of the little flowers on the front of her panties and grinned up at her. "This is your sexiest underwear?"

"Shut up. Lace is itchy and silk doesn't breathe well."

"I'm not complaining, you look sexy as hell to me," he said with a chuckle, the laugh fading as his hand flattened against her stomach. It was warm and firm under his palm and he had to suppress the sudden urge to fist the thin cotton and tear it off her so he could see if she looked as good as she felt. Instead he lowered his head and brushed the top of her thigh with the stubble on his chin, smiling when he felt her shiver. "So this no kissing rule..."

"Yeah?"

He continued dragging his chin slowly up her thigh, enjoying the way her voice suddenly sounded so breathy. "You just meant on the lips, right? I mean," he paused as he reached the top of her leg and looked up at her, his lips just a hairsbreadth from the skin above her waistband. "I can kiss you other places, right?" 

"Yeah." This time her voice was a faint whisper and he couldn't help teasing her a bit more. 

"You're sure?" He straightened slowly, letting his warm breath drift over her stomach then her ribs before stopping at her nipple. "If I kissed you here that would be alright?" he asked, letting his lips brush the dark nub trying to poke its way through the white cotton. "Huh Cassie?" He heard her breath catch in her throat and lifted his eyes to her face. 

"Mmm..." 

Her eyes were squeezed tight and she was biting both her lips to muffle herself. She was holding back, hiding her reaction from him and he didn't like it. Seized with the need to provoke a response, he took her nipple gently between his teeth and pulled. 

It worked. 

With an exclamation of surprise she released her death grip on the comforter and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Oh yeah, that was more like it. Gabe tugged down on her shirt, resuming his attack as soon as her breasts popped free through the top. He sucked first one taut bud deep into his mouth, then the other, swirling and lapping at them with his tongue, scraping them lightly with his teeth. Her skin was like silk under his tongue, the puckered areolas drawing him back over and over again. He couldn't get enough.

Her feet pressed against his lower back, pulling him close and squirming against him. Damn, her legs were strong, those powerful thighs clenching and releasing his ribs, riding him as if she were sitting on top of him. A long groan escaped him when he realized he could feel a warm damp spot on his shirt and he used his hand on her back to pull her closer, wondering vaguely if he'd be able to make her come like this.

He leaned back to pull her shirt off over her head and it broke the spell. Cass released his hair and tried to move back, pushing lightly on his shoulders. When his lips found her breasts again she sighed and started to move with him again, little moans of pleasure escaping her, but after a moment she stiffened again and he backed off.

"What is it, babe?"

"I'm too loud."

"You are not too loud. But we could try to drown it out a bit if you're nervous about being heard."

He glanced around the room and saw her laptop sitting on her desk nearby. Standing quickly he walked over to it and opened the music player. Frantic base accompanied by Jennifer Lopez's voice filled the room and he shot her a grimace.

"Dance music," she said with a completely un-self-conscious grin.

After a cursory glance through her albums he turned on Al Green and did a little pivoting spin as he walked back to the bed. "Nothing like The Reverend to get you in the mood."

She snorted at him and shook her head. "You'll have to remind me to teach you some moves. You dance like a nerdy white boy."

He narrowed his eyes at her and started swinging his hips in an exaggerated motion as he slowly pulled the t-shirt over his head. "Still nerdy?"

She nodded sympathetically. "But if it makes you feel any better you make a pretty sexy nerd." Her eyes traveled down his body, then snapped back up to his face. "And then when you stop dancing it just leaves the sexy part."

She was joking around, but he could tell that she was trying not to be too obvious that she was staring at him. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him shirtless, not by a long shot, but he figured it was the first time she'd been able to look openly. He moved slowly toward the bed, giving her some time to check him out. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of; taller than average and on the skinny side, but between work and keeping up with martial arts he stayed in shape and had ropy muscles that gave him definition. 

"Scoot back," he growled in mock offence, gesturing toward the headboard with his chin. "I've got some moves I want to teach you."

Her cute giggle and the sight of her pert little breasts jiggling as she shimmied up to the head of the bed and was enough to bring him to his knees. Luckily he was already kneeling at the foot of the bed crawling toward her.

"Let me explain something to you," he said, pushing her feet apart so he could move up between them. "I love those little noises you seem to be embarrassed about, and I can't wait to hear the louder ones that you're obviously trying to hold inside. Those noises tell me you like what I'm doing to you. And I definitely want you to like what I'm doing to you." 

He continued up her body, pushing her legs further apart and stopping here and there to place a nibbling kiss, pointedly avoiding her most sensitive spots so he could be sure she was paying attention to what he was saying. 

"If you want to talk to me and tell me what you like or don't like, feel free. If there's anything you want me to do, just ask. I guarantee you aren't going to shock me. But you don't have to say a word if you don't want to, just relax and let go. The noises you make and the way your body moves tells me where you want me to touch you, how you want me to touch you."

"But it's so embarrassing..."

He shook his head and sighed against her belly, smiling as he watched goose bumps spread across her pale skin. "You have no idea, do you? What an incredible turn on it is for a guy to know he's getting a woman off? It is so hot when I breathe on your skin and you shiver and your nipples get all hard. And when I flick the tip of your nipple with my tongue and you jump." He demonstrated as he let his fingers drift lower, trailing them over the wet spot in her panties. "And when I brush my fingers over your pussy to see how wet you are and you moan my name and push your hips against me like you're dying for me to shove them inside you..." He trailed off into a moan of his own.

By this time he was on his hands and knees over her, face to face. He could tell his words were getting to her the way her breath was coming in shallow gasps. Her lips were slightly parted and it was an exercise in self-control to keep from dipping his head down and sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste her. He licked his own lips in a weak approximation of a kiss and fixed her eyes with his. 

"And when you start bucking and shaking and begging me to make you come because you need it so bad...goddamn I'm hard as a rock just thinking about it." He took her hand in his and pressed it against the growing tent in his sweat pants to prove that he was telling the truth. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I...yeah." Her nod was jerky.

"Good." He released her hand, noting that she let it linger for a few seconds before moving it away. "Now I'm about to peel those sexy little panties of yours off and bury my face between your legs for a while because I've been dying to taste you since you came for me in the kitchen. And when I do I want you to remember what I just said..." 




Just a Game Ch. 02



Without waiting for a response he lowered himself and pressed his mouth against the damp spot on her panties, using his tongue to push the fabric snugly into her cleft. A fresh bloom of moisture warmed his bottom lip as the tip of his tongue found the hard nub of her clit and wiggled against it.

She tasted like heaven.

Unable to wait any longer he sat up and slid her panties down her legs, giving her one last mischievous smile before he dove in for good. Pressing her legs flat against the bed, he spread her wide and proceeded to drive her slowly crazy with is mouth. With broad flat strokes and sharp jabs of his tongue he lapped up her juices as fast as he drew them from her, teasing her clit with the occasional flick or nibble. 

After a while her hips started rising to him tentatively, accompanied by long, low moans and he encouraged her by giving her clit a little extra attention every time it felt like she let her control slip. Her hands fluttered around his head and shoulders, eventually lighting on his forearms and squeezing tight as if she was trying to get his attention.

"What is it, Cassie? Tell me what you need." His voice sounded rough even to his own ears.

"Oh god I don't know, I don't know."

"I know." He flicked his tongue against her clit and her stomach muscles jumped. "I know what you need." With a long drag of his tongue against her slick opening he let the tip of his tongue dart inside her. "But you have to take it." A shiver shook her body as he slid his tongue deeper in an attempt to get her to move against him. "Take what you need, baby." His lips hovered over her clit, barely touching her as he spoke. "Make me give it to you."

Her fingernails dug into his arms painfully, but she kept her hips still. "Please, Gabe, please."

"Cassie, I want you to grab my hair like it's a fucking handle and grind against my face until you come. Do it."

For a second he thought he'd gone too far because she froze for the space of several heartbeats. Then he felt the sharp pull on his scalp as she tried to comply. A little hesitant at first, she tried to squirm away a few times, but he wouldn't let her. When he took her clit between his teeth and sucked hard she cried out and pulled his face against her so hard that for a moment he couldn't breathe.

Not that he was complaining; far from it. He groaned in approval, vibrating her clit between his lips, and after that she completely gave in. Her fingers tangled painfully in his hair as she rocked against him, her rhythmic moans and grunts mingling with Al Green's vocal ejaculations. His tongue met her flesh in a wild dance and he could feel the tension in her body building higher and higher. Just when it seemed like she was about to peak he slid the tip of his finger barely inside her, pressing up against the underside of her clit as he worked it with his tongue from the front.

A hoarse cry tore from her throat and her thighs clamped down around his head like a vice...an incredibly powerful vice covered in sleek sweaty skin and smelling of a woman's musk. All he could do was hold on for the ride and wait for her to come back down, in the meantime sucking and licking whatever happened to be pressed against his lips at the moment of impact. It was absolutely incredible.

Eventually her legs fell apart, freeing him, but he wasn't finished yet. He let his fingers slide through her wet folds, slipping in an occasional lick or kiss, but mostly just playing while he waited for her to catch her breath. Compliments and words of encouragement fell from his lips, but he hardly knew what he was saying. When his fingers were coated with her wetness he teased her opening with the tips of them, watching her face for a reaction. If he was expecting to have to talk her into it again he had another thing coming.

"Deeper." Her husky whisper was so quiet he almost didn't hear it, but once he realized what she said he immediately obeyed. With a wide grin he slid his fingers in just a few inches before drawing them slowly back out.

"No no no no no..." she moaned, tilting her hips to try to recapture his fingers. He chuckled silently to himself and slid them back in, just a little bit further than before, then slowly dragged them back out. At that point Cassie took him completely off guard by planting her feet and rocking down hard against his hand, taking his two fingers all the way to the knuckles. A sharp grunt punctuated her movement and she clutched at the bedspread under her, trying to use it to get more leverage.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, only slightly surprised at her enthusiasm. He'd suspected once he got her to let go of her iron grip on her self-control she'd cut loose and now she was proving him right. It just happened a little faster than he'd expected. 

"That's it, Cassie. Fuck my fingers." Her velvety hot wetness swallowed his fingers and he watched in fascination; holding his hand still as she came down against it again and again, surprising him at the amount of force she was using. "You like it hard, don't you baby? You're so fucking wet right now."

At this point her hips were no longer touching the bed and she was twisting against him as his fingers disappeared inside her over and over. 

"More, please I need more."

A wave of dizziness washed over him and he had to clench his teeth to bite back the urge to shove his pants down and bury himself inside her. She was begging for more and damned if he didn't want to give it to her. The moment of madness passed, however, his pants still in place. 

"Oh I've got more for you." He held her hips still just long enough to slide another finger inside. She let loose another low moan as he sunk them as far as they would go and then she started moving again. He was helping her now, plunging into her as she came down against his hand. After a few more minutes she started to tense up and make frustrated groans as she moved, desperately seeking completion.

"Cassie baby, there's no rush. I'm not going anywhere. I promise I'll get you there again."

She slowed just a bit, the element of desperation fading though the tension in her body was still high. Gabe dipped his head down to give her clit a suck, flicking it with his tongue as he thrust his fingers into her again and she whimpered and bucked up against him.

"Oh my God, Gabe, that's so...so..."

"Play with your nipples for me." He watched as she hesitantly toyed with her breasts. "Pinch them harder, pull on them a little. That's it, now don't stop." 

God damn, she looked so sexy the way her mouth fell open like she was surprised it felt so good. He didn't want to tear his eyes away, so he used the thumb of his free hand to work her clit in little circles. She cried out and started rocking faster against him, her fingers tugging and twisting her nipples while he watched. He increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts once again as he felt her start to tremble.

The climax started from the inside and worked its way out; the muscles deep inside fluttering, then tightening all along her channel in an attempt to pull his fingers deeper. Her thigh muscles, then stomach muscles joined in, contracting and releasing as her back arched up and she stopped rocking and started grinding hard against his hand as she rode out the climax to completion. Just as she started to relax he pressed his free hand gently into the spot just above her pubic bone and curled his fingers up just a bit and her eyes flew open as she lost control all over again, moisture rushing out over his hand as her body shook under him.

Her legs were still shaking when he bent to taste her again. With his fingers still inside he could feel the aftershocks grabbing her and he knew he could make her come a few more times if she'd let him. Ignoring her feeble protests that it was too much he lapped gently at her, glorying in the slick juices coating his hand and her thighs. He slid one finger out, wiggling the two remaining ones just a tiny bit as he sucked her clit to another small climax. And then another. And then one more, even as she was sitting up and grabbing his hair to pull his face away.

They stared into each other's eyes as she held his hair with trembling hands. He started to lean forward, but her hand tightened in his hair and she stopped him before he actually kissed her. His mouth was open, still panting for breath as she moved slowly toward him. 

He thought she was going to break her own rule, but instead of kissing him she flattened her tongue against his chin and ran it upward to the bottom of his lip. His dick tried to punch its way out of his pants as he realized she had to be tasting herself in the coarse stubble on his chin. With her eyes fixed on his, a distinctly teasing glimmer in them, she took his bottom lip in her teeth and pulled it as far as it would go before it popped from between her teeth and snapped back in place.

The next second he had her on her back with her hands pinned above her head. He was trembling with the effort not to crush her mouth with his, mentally talking himself out of doing it as he stared at her lips. They curled up into a mischievous grin as he watched and she tugged at his grip on her wrists, wiggling her hips against him deliciously. He tightened his grip and pressed himself against her with a low moan, his straining cock settling itself into her cleft as if it had a homing beacon. 

With a frustrated groan he buried his head in her neck, biting down on the soft flesh of her shoulder and sucking it into his mouth, not caring in the least whether he was leaving a mark. Some hidden part of him hoped he was. Her legs wrapped around his hips and once again he was shocked at how strong she was. 

Her hard little nipples pressed into his chest and she rocked her hips in a way that made him wonder whether she knew how close to losing it he was. When she pulled her hand from his grip and slid it between them and into his pants he knew she did. Her slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft and she started stroking him gently. 

"Harder," he growled into her neck. "You won't break it."

Her legs fell away and she pushed his pants down to free his erection so she could get a better hold. When she grabbed him again it took his breath away, her grip so firm he jerked against her, thrusting hard into her hand. 

He propped himself up on his forearms so he could look down at her flushed face and red hair splayed across the pillow, but her eyes were fixed intently on what she was doing with her hand. Her thumb drifted over his head and caressed that sensitive spot just underneath and he moaned in encouragement.

She looked up at him, the corners of her mouth turning up in a satisfied grin as she grazed the spot again. "Right there?"

He answered with an affirmative moan and she stroked him rhythmically, letting her fingers brush over the spot each time. It was clear he wasn't going to last long, but he didn't care. His hips were moving with her hand and he watched through narrowed eyes as her breasts shook with each thrust, their rosy peaks barely brushing against the olive skin of his own chest. The sight brought him right to the edge.

"Squeeze me tight when I come," he gasped. His forehead dropped to her shoulder and he clutched the back of her shoulders as he felt it build inside him. To his surprise she wrapped her legs around him again and the feeling of his balls resting against her hot wetness and the head of his dick pressed tight against the smooth skin of her belly shot him over the edge while her hand tightened like a clamp around the base. He muffled his shout in her neck and felt the hot liquid spread between them as he started to relax. After a few minutes he felt Cassie breathe deep under him. 

"Well you worked hard and put in a lot of effort, but given the end result I'm going to have to call it a draw." Gabe lifted his head and cocked his eyebrow at her, but she just started giggling. "I think I like this game."

Her amusement was contagious and he couldn't help laughing with her. "Who said you get to be the ref?" He tickled her sides, but when she started squirming he quickly realized that if they kept it up they were going to make a serious mess. With a groan he pushed himself up and gingerly climbed off the bed. After a quick glance around he grabbed his t-shirt and wiped off her stomach, then his, before balling it up tightly and setting it next to the bed. He lay back down next to her, propping his head up on his hand and grinning down at her. 

"A draw, huh? I don't know about that."

"You're right, I was being generous. I finished first so technically I win." Her laugh turned into a muffled shriek as he rolled on top of her, pinning her soft body against the bed. 

"How many times did I make you come?"

"What?" Her eyes started to unfocus as he pressed his hips against hers. He kissed his way slowly up her neck, letting his breath play over the tiny hairs and sensitive skin. The way she shivered under him was enough to make him half hard again.

"How many times," he whispered, then paused to trail his tongue around the edge of her ear. "Did I make you come?

"I...I don't know." Her voice sounded all breathy again and he smiled as he sucked lightly on her lobe. 

"I think five, maybe six if you count the one in the kitchen." He moved along her jaw, nipping at her chin and hovering over her lips before taking her bottom lip carefully between his teeth and pulling it until it popped free. This repeat of her earlier move broke through her arousal and she opened her eyes to give him an amused look. "Either way, you have some catching up to do before we're tied."

She rolled her eyes and pushed him off with a laugh. Her eyes were glittering bright and there was a sexy little smile on her face that he'd never seen before. "Just like a man, putting quantity before quality."

"I didn't hear you complaining about the quality earlier."

"No." She propped herself against him and her dark red hair spilled over his chest in silky sheets that his fingers itched to touch. "I'm definitely not complaining. I had no idea..." Her smile faltered and for a moment she looked nervous and shy again. "No one's ever come close to making me feel the way you just did."

Caught off guard by the way his heart pounded at her words, he caught a strand of her hair between his fingers and played with it so he didn't have to meet her eyes. He didn't speak until he was sure he had his voice under control. "So are you saying you'd be interested in a rematch?"

"I guess I do need the opportunity to catch up."

He met her eye and grinned. "I have a feeling I'll always be a step ahead of you on that score. But don't worry, there's something you can do to level the playing field."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she smiled in anticipation. "What's that?"

"Tell me why you were calling me The Dick."

"Oh." Her smile faded and he watched the color creep into her cheeks. "Jumping right into that uncomfortable conversation, are we?"

"I want to know."

"It was so long ago. We were like thirteen when we came up with it and it was more of a code word than a description. You know, so we could talk about you without anyone knowing who we were talking about. I don't really think you're a dick."

"Stop dodging the question. What did I do to you?"

She heaved a sigh and rolled away, her eyes fixing on a spot across the room. "It was a lot of things...and nothing, really. I'm sure you knew I had a huge crush on you, I wasn't very subtle about it." Her face turned bright red and she glanced over at him, but Gabe didn't want to interrupt her so he just nodded. 

"No matter how hard I tried to get your attention you always blew me off. I'd convinced myself that once I was in high school you'd notice me, but you were even more out of reach there with all those older girls falling all over you. And then one day at lunch...this is so stupid." She closed her eyes and fell silent for a moment. "We were playing truth or dare and Jill dared me to go talk to you. Aaron wasn't there; you were sitting with a bunch of senior girls. I was really nervous, but I didn't want to back out of a dare so I walked over and sat down at your table and said hi."

Gabe thought he had a vague memory of something like that and it gave him a sinking feeling, but couldn't remember what exactly had happened. "What did I do?"

"You told me the grownups were talking, and suggested I run along and play with my Barbies. Looking back it wasn't really that bad, but at the time it was absolutely mortifying. All those girls sitting with you laughed at me and most of my own friends did, too. I was really upset, probably because it was obvious at that point you didn't like me, and somehow it just turned into this...thing. Jill and Avery tried to talk me out of being sad and we all got ourselves worked up into being mad at you instead. Calling you a dick was the worst insult our pubescent brains could think of."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't, please. Saying it out loud just makes it more obvious how stupid it was."

"No, it's not stupid and I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. I was embarrassed too. I knew you liked me and I didn't know how to deal with it and I'm sure I probably said all kinds of insensitive crap to you."

"You didn't really, that was the only time you were actually mean to me. You mostly just ignored me like I wasn't worth your attention. So I ignored you back and if I did have to talk to you I tried to be rude."

Guilt washed over him at the way his seventeen year old self treated her and he reached for her, pulling her close in a belated attempt to comfort her. "I thought you were teasing me all this time."

Cass buried her face in his neck and her hand slid up his side as she relaxed against him. "I know. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to try and be mean to someone and have them laugh? God, you pissed me off so many times."

There was a hint of humor in her voice and he smiled into the top of her head. "Yeah well, obviously you aren't very good at being mean." 

She chuckled and pushed him away, but he just rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. They lay there for a little while, listening to Al Green croon softly. Gabe thought she had fallen asleep until she spoke.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Don't take it the wrong way, I'm not asking for the reason you might think." She rested her chin on her folded arms on his chest and looked up at him with a little smile on her face.

"Okay..." he said hesitantly. 

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He looked down at her, meeting her eyes with complete seriousness. "If I had a girlfriend I wouldn't be here right now."

"But you heard me talking about my boyfriend."

"Yeah, I did."

"So what's with the double standard? It's okay for me to cheat, but not you?"

"No, I don't..." He looked away and sighed. "I'm not sure how to explain in a way that won't offend you."

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Give it a shot." The distinct note of warning in her voice told him it would be a good idea to choose his words carefully.

"Okay. It was just that the way you were talking about your boyfriend sounded a lot like the way Aaron talks about his girlfriends."

"You're gonna have to elaborate."

"Well, your brother pretty much always has a girlfriend. I'm sure you've noticed that. No sooner does he break up with one than there's another stepping up."

"Yeah. He's a popular guy, I guess."

"I think it's more than that. Aaron tends to immediately jump right into a relationship any time he meets someone he kind of likes. There's no middle ground. It's like there's this girlfriend slot in his life and if the slot is empty he fills it."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing really, I'm not saying he's doing anything wrong. A lot of people are like that. I just think that sometimes when a person has that kind of outlook on relationships it can get to the point where it doesn't really matter all that much who's filling the slot as long as there's someone there. I mean, they have to be moderately attracted to each other and get along to a degree, but love hardly factors into the equation at all. It's like they care more about the relationship than the person they're in the relationship with. And then things like fidelity become more a matter of a rule they follow, or pretend to follow depending on the person, just for the sake of fitting the role."




Just a Game Ch. 02



"As opposed to what?"

"As opposed to truly not wanting to be with anyone else. If I'm in a relationship with someone it's because I love her, not because she fits into a slot. And if I love her I'm not going to want anyone else."

She was quiet for several minutes and he risked a glance to see if she was pissed, but she had a thoughtful expression on her face. When she noticed him looking at her she smiled and that teasing glint came back to her eyes. 

"Why Gabe Sanders, I believe you are a closet romantic."

He shrugged and tried to ignore the warmth creeping into his cheeks. "Yeah well, the love thing has only happened once and there've been plenty of others I've pissed off because I refused to fill their slots, no pun intended, so don't elevate me to Romeo status just yet."

"From the way Aaron talks, you've filled a lot of slots. Pun intended."

Gabe pursed his lips and thought about that for a minute. Aaron did tease him a lot about sleeping around and Gabe usually laughed along with him, but he didn't like hearing it from Cassie. "I'm no monk, but I don't go around having one night stands either. Aaron thinks I'm a player because I don't have a string of monogamous girlfriends to count off, but I'd bet he's slept with more women than I have."

"But you said yourself you've pissed a lot of girls off."

He squirmed uncomfortably, unsure how they ended up talking about him when they'd started out talking about her. "Well, yeah. A lot of people see dating the way Aaron does, as the first step in a long-term relationship. I just don't. I want to go out and have a good time, show the girl I'm with a good time. I don't necessarily mean just sex, though sometimes that's part of it. If I happen to find someone I care about that's cool, but I'm not out looking for it and I'm certainly not gonna force it just because we've gone on a certain number of dates and I'm socially obligated to put a label on her."

"Don't you tell them that? The girls you go out with?"

"I try to tell them where I'm coming from, but I guess I don't always get my point across. And even when I do it doesn't mean no one's going to get hurt. Most of the women I've dated the last couple of years aren't looking for a relationship any more than I am, but before that I know I left a few bruised hearts behind. It took a while for me to realize that regardless of how honest I was about not wanting a relationship, it wasn't fair of me to act like the other person wasn't going to hope it might happen and be disappointed when it didn't. Since then I've tried to be more careful about who I get involved with."

He glanced down at her, realizing the incongruity of what he'd just said, given the fact that he knew damn well that she'd had a crush on him in the past and maybe still did. A heavy weight settled on his chest at the thought of hurting her again. His guilt kicked in and he mentally berated himself for playing with her like this when she interrupted his thoughts, bringing him back to the original subject.

"So hearing me talk about Trey gave you the impression that I was like Aaron. Just filling a slot."

"No...well I mean I thought that might be the situation, but I didn't know for sure. You don't talk about him like he's the love of your life or anything and obviously you haven't been together all that long. I guess I kind of figured that if you were committed to him..." He realized where that was going and trailed off, but he was too late. 

"I would have stopped you. If I really cared about him I wouldn't have let it happen. Is that what you were gonna say?"

He shrugged again and looked down at her hoping that she didn't misunderstand. He wasn't trying to judge her or make her feel bad, quite the opposite. He was trying to explain why he didn't feel bad about coming on to her when he knew she had a boyfriend and, more importantly, why he didn't think she should feel guilty about letting him. The silence stretched on and he started to get nervous until finally she sighed.

"You're right. I hate to admit it, but you are. I was going out with him because there was no reason not to. He's a nice guy, good-looking, we have friends in common. I liked him, but I didn't really have strong feelings for him."

"Are you speaking in past tense on purpose?"

"Yeah. We broke up."

"Wait, what? Tonight? Is it because of what I did?"

"No, it wasn't because of you. Not really. I suppose once we got some distance between us we realized exactly what you're saying. We weren't really committed to each other; it was just a convenient label. One that's apparently no longer convenient to either of us."

"I'm sorry, Cassie."

She shrugged. "Don't be. I'm not. It was a relief, to be honest, though I couldn't really tell you why. The whole relationship was starting to stress me out."

There was nothing he could think to say to that so he threaded his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp gently in an effort to comfort her. After a while he noticed that her eyes had drifted closed and he chuckled lightly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and extricated himself from under her. It was too bad, he wouldn't have minded spending the night with her warm body curled up against him, but he didn't want to risk Aaron finding him in here in the morning.

After a nerve wracking few minutes listening at her door and peeking out into the hall he made it safely back to Aaron's room and climbed into the bed alone. The smell of Shelly's perfume was all over the sheets and he groaned and rolled to one side, covering his face with a pillow to muffle the scent, and drifted into a fitful sleep.



Just a Game Ch. 02



Pete woke up alone, and the apartment smelled amazing--something delicious was cooking. He tottered unsteadily to his feet and looked down at himself. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a furious hard-on. He pulled on a clean pair of boxers, stuffing himself awkwardly into the fabric tent before trudging to the kitchen. Dean was standing at the stove naked but for his glasses, cooking pancakes and bacon.

"Morning, Sunshine," Dean said when he noticed his roommate in the doorway. His eyes travelled downward to the bulge in Pete's boxers, and he smiled. "Good sleep?"

"Yep," Pete replied with a small smirk. His dreams had been a practically orgiastic panorama of nonstop sex. He looked between Dean and the stove, and his smirk disappeared. "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Instantly Dean was stunned, his jaw hanging open as he wondered how to take the comment. For a moment he looked terrified.

"Cooking bacon in the buff?" Pete continued. "You're really asking for it."

Dean let out a long, shaking breath and laughed with relief. "Dammit, Pete--I thought you were talking about last night."

Last Night. In Pete's head, it was in capital letters. Last Night had been something else.

"I won't burn myself," Dean continued. "I put the bacon on the rear burner to keep some distance between the grease splatters and my magnificent flesh. Besides, if I did have an accident and horribly disfigure myself with burning hot bacon fat, I'd at least smell delicious for a while."

At the opposite counter, with his back to Dean, Pete started up a pot of coffee. He smiled absently at Dean's comments, but he had a lot on his mind. "So. Last night. How about that?" he finally forced out, needing some kind of context for their impromptu mutual masturbation session.

Dean stacked four finished pancakes onto a plate and spooned more batter into the hot pan. "Good times?"

Pete stared at the coffee pot as it began to fill at a slow trickle. "Well... you've got some skills, I'll give you that." He chuckled briefly.

Dean grinned. "Was it all you dreamed it could be?"

"Ha. What makes you think I ever dreamed of that?"

"Pff, you wanted me. You were so asking for it!"

Pete turned around, brow furrowed. He stared at the back of Dean's head, unsure if he was still joking around. "How the hell was I asking for it?"

"You were all like, 'Heyyy, c'mere!'" Dean said in an exaggeratedly sultry voice, miming a beckoning finger.

"What?!" Pete sputtered. "You're delusional! I actually didn't say a goddamn thing, if you'll recall--I was pointing at the goddamn lube bottle. I wanted to borrow your lube!"

Dean froze. For a moment he was mortified. "Why didn't you SAY so?" he hollered, turning finally to glare at him.

Pete raised his arms helplessly. "I dunno, I didn't think it was that confusing a gesture--it's not like I did this!" He made a jerking motion near his crotch.

"Shit," Dean sighed, turning back to the pancakes and flipping them. At last he burst into laughter, setting down his spatula and lowering his forehead into his hands. "I seriously thought you wanted to blow me or something."

"Oh, in your dreams, gayboy!" Pete groaned, getting a pair of mugs out of the cupboard.

"Hey--that was not gay!" Dean protested. His amusement left very suddenly, and he shot his roommate an annoyed glare. "Come on, you're kind of a sports guy. Don't a lot of dudes do circle jerks and shit in locker rooms?"

"Uhh--no!" Pete replied, scowling. "Maybe in the porn universe. Not in mine! Besides, you just said you thought I wanted to blow you, and you happily climbed aboard. Not gay? Sure, dude. Sure."

"Getting off is getting off--I wasn't in the mood to be picky!"

"You sure were in some kind of mood, Dean--going out of your way to show off your boner for me! You were totally gunning for it!"

"I was just goofing off! You peed on me, dammit! What about that?"

"You peed on me first!"

"You held my fucking hand!"

"You CUDDLED me--AND you told me I was all sexy and shit!"

"No I didn't--I just said you weren't fat! If you think that's a come-on, you sure are desperate!"

Pete clenched his jaw for several tense moments. Then he burst out, "PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON--faggot!"

Dean flinched. Pete cringed inwardly. He had no idea why that had come out of his mouth. For the first time since Pete had known him, Dean actually looked self-conscious. His cheeks flushed. He turned off the stove, and fled. A moment later, Pete heard the bedroom door slam. He moped, pacing back and forth in the kitchen for a while. It was very quiet, and Dean didn't return.

Pete checked the pancakes and bacon. They were pretty much done. He filled a plate, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat at the table alone save for the cats, which tried persistently to get at his bacon until he dumped some kibble into their bowl in an effort to distract them from his own breakfast.

He ate very slowly; Dean still did not return. He sighed, barely able to finish his breakfast even though the pancakes were perfect and the bacon was deliciously crispy. He remembered how he'd been afraid he'd crossed the line when he'd peed all over Dean--well, now he certainly had gone too far. Way, way too far. Probably there would be no more games.

Pete knew it was on him to fix this. He wasn't great at talking about serious things, and he got the feeling Dean was a bit more sensitive than his goofball exterior suggested. This wasn't going to be easy.

He stood at the bedroom door and hesitated. Well, he'd have to go in either way--his morning wood was long gone, and he needed pants. Taking a breath, Pete turned the knob and pushed the door open. Dean sat on his bed, fully dressed and fiddling with his phone. He looked up and smiled brightly.

"What's up?"

Pete cocked his head. "Hey... you okay?"

"Of course." He turned his attention back to his phone.

Pete frowned. He stepped over and sat down next to him. "I, uh... fed the cats."

"Cool, thanks!"

"Well... thanks for making breakfast. It was good."

"Glad to hear it."

Pete took a deep breath and steeled himself. "Dean... I'm sorry."

Dean laughed, but it was obviously forced. "I need to go eat and head to work."

Pete watched him leave and followed after, watching him curiously from a distance. He wandered back and forth aimlessly as Dean finished getting ready for work. Finally Dean disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. That was unusual. Pete listened at the door. He was peeing--just peeing. Dean locking the door just to pee? Pete knew for sure now he had screwed things up badly.

When Dean had gone, Pete felt miserable. He knew he wouldn't make much progress on his job hunt, so he distracted himself with TV and video games, and later went for a long walk. On his way back he stopped at the pub on the corner to have a drink or two, and stayed longer than he'd expected. He also had more than one or two drinks.

When he got home, Dean was not alone. At first Pete had a sickening, momentary terror that he was drunker than he'd thought and had walked into the wrong apartment. In the living room he saw what appeared to be a guy and girl he didn't know, but he realized quickly that the 'guy' was a girl in a tuxedo--a moment later, he recognized her as one of Dean's D&D friends. The 'girl' was Dean, and he was dressed in a tiny Japanese schoolgirl style dress and shiny, thigh-high red boots. They both looked over at him with only a passing shadow of embarrassment.

"There you are!" Dean said cheerfully as he stuffed two round sponges down the front of his dress.

"What... the actual... fuck?" Pete demanded.

"We're finishing our costumes for the con this weekend," Dean replied. "Didn't I tell you about the anime convention?"

"Nnnnnope. Even if you did, this is still pretty 'WTF', man."

"It's a crossplay," the girl in the tux chuckled. "We were going to do this cosplay the traditional way, but since I'm taller than Dean..."

"Con nerds love crossplays!" Dean added, grinning. "All gender-bendy and shit. Wait--you need to get the full effect. It's nothing without the wig. Missy, put on the rest of your stuff!"

Pete watched in morbid fascination as Dean put on a brilliantly yellow wig done up in ridiculously long pigtail things, and Missy donned a black cape lined with red followed by a white masquerade-style mask and a top hat. She struck a dramatic pose, billowing out her cape, and Dean stood with his feet wide apart, smiling and flashing a peace sign.

"Hello-o!" Dean exclaimed when Pete said nothing after a few sustained moments. "Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask?" He said this in a tone one might use to tell another the sky is blue.

Eyebrows up, Pete nodded slowly and backed away a few paces before turning to escape down the hall.

"Your roommate thinks we're freaks!" he heard Missy stay in a loud stage whisper.

"Don't mind him," Dean replied. "He's kind of a dudebro, but he's okay."

Pete shut himself in the bedroom until he heard Missy leave, and then waited a few minutes before emerging. He looked around the apartment and eventually found Dean in the bathroom. He was still in the dress, though the wig was gone, his glasses were off, and he was glaring at himself in the mirror. When he stepped closer, Pete noticed he was wearing makeup.

"Ohhhh god..." Pete groaned.

Dean glanced back at him in the mirror and made a kissy face. "Am I confusing your penis yet?"

Pete cringed. "Would you wash that shit off and get changed already?"

"I am confusing your penis, aren't I?" Dean laughed. "A short skirt and a little lipstick--that's all it takes, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Pete grumbled, standing at the toilet to pee.

Dean sighed and grabbed a washcloth to start removing the makeup. "Hey... could I ask you a favour? I know I push your buttons, but it's all in fun. Maybe you could be... not quite as much of an asshole...?"

Pete clenched his jaw and thought about telling him to be not quite as much of a crossdressing freak, but he was already disgusted by his own assholery. He concentrated on peeing for a little while before looking up at Dean, who was watching him closely. He had only partially scrubbed away the makeup--his lips were still shining pink, and the black lines around his eyes were sloppily smudged. Dean's eyes flicked from Pete's dick up to his face, and he gave an awkward half-smile.

"I'm kinda drunk," Pete blurted out, needing to fill the silence with something.

"Was that an apology?"

Pete shook his head. "I'm sorry I've been an asshole. That was an apology."

"Did you mean it?"

He'd finished peeing, but his dick was still hanging free. "Yeah. I think so. I mean... I wish I could rewind time and... not be an asshole. If that means anything."

Dean smiled. "Sure. Thanks."

"So, you sleeping with that girl? Or trying to?"

Dean scoffed. "No way. Just friends."

Pete took a step toward him and grabbed one of his fake boobs. "This really is pretty weird."

Dean thrust his chest out and looked proud, though his half-made-up face was still a mess. "You like it."

Pete glared at him, and grabbed the other boob. "You really need to finish washing your face. You look like a prostitute that's been crying all night."

Dean laughed and put his glasses back on, glancing at himself in the mirror. "Nah, this lipstick isn't slutty enough. Enjoying my boobs, huh, Peter?"

"What can I say? Tits are tits."

"Except when they're sponges." Dean laughed again. "Your dick is still out."

"You wearing anything under that skirt?"

"Underwear. Wow, you sure are drunk, aren't you?"

"Take 'em off."

"What...?"

"Take off your underwear."

All trace of laughter disappeared from Dean's face. He reached up under his skirt and yanked on his underpants, letting them drop around his ankles before kicking them away with those shiny red boots. He looked down at Pete's dick again and his eyes widened at how suddenly it had swelled.

"Pete... you still want me to get changed...?"

"Nope." Pete walked a semi-circle around Dean, ending up behind him. "Bend over a little."

Dean leaned over the sink, sticking his ass out. Pete peeked beneath the skirt and shivered at the sight of Dean's shapely cheeks. He stepped closer and placed a hand on his bare thigh, sliding it up slowly until he was cupping Dean's ass.

"Oh--!" Dean breathed.

Pete did the same with his other hand until he had gripped both cheeks. He squeezed and massaged them, and looked over Dean's shoulder to see his face in the mirror. Behind his glasses his eyes were very wide and moist.

"Pete...."

Pete slid his hands around and found Dean's cock, which was also rapidly hardening. Dean whimpered.

"You sure you're not gay?" Pete asked.

"Ummm... maybe a little...? You?"

"I'm... hmmm... drunk. And... curious."

"And horny?"

"Yeah, really horny."

Dean pulled out of his grasp and turned to face him. "Pete... do you like me?"

Pete looked down at his skirt and continued to work his hands up under it. "You look weirdly hot in drag..."

"Stop it!" Dean exclaimed, pushing his hands away and brushing past him, hurrying into the bedroom. His walk in the heeled boots was unconsciously effeminate.

Pete's heart pounded. What had just happened...? He stood there in the bathroom for a few moments before finally tucking his dick away and doing up his pants. He went after Dean, and by the time he'd reached the bedroom, Dean had already changed the costume for pyjama pants and a baggy t-shirt. He was climbing into bed.

"I'm... sorry," Pete stammered, standing in the doorway. "I... I thought...."

"It's okay," Dean mumbled, setting his glasses on his nightstand. "I know I've been giving you mixed signals. Let's talk when you're not drunk. This is probably confusing enough sober."

Pete shed his pants and climbed into bed. After a few minutes he whispered, "You've still got makeup on."

Dean sighed. "Whatever."

"Does that shit wash out if you get it on pillows?"

Dean sighed again and switched his lamp on. He grabbed a tissue from a box next to the lamp, spat on it, and started rubbing at his eyes. "Better?" he asked, looking across at Pete.

"No, it's all over the place. Here." Pete got up and stepped over to him, taking the tissue. He perched on the edge of Dean's bed and started working at all the black smudges.

"Ow," Dean mumbled.

"Sorry." Pete continued more gently until the black was more or less gone, and then grabbed a second tissue for the lipstick. "Um... did you want to...?"

Dean bashfully took the tissue, licked his lips, and started cleaning off his mouth. "Did I get it all?"

Pete smirked and rubbed at a pink smudge just beneath his lower lip with his thumb. "You're a hot mess, Sailor."

Abruptly Dean dropped his head onto Pete's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his middle. Pete was startled but hugged him back as Dean breathed warmly against his neck.

"I just don't know what to make of you sometimes," Pete sighed.

"Same to you," Dean murmured, squeezing him. "We'll talk soon. Just not tonight. Soon."

When Dean let go of him, Pete retreated back to his bed and crawled under the covers. His mind was clogged with confusion, worries, and lust, but instead of lying awake, the intoxicating effects of the several drinks in his system took over, and he dropped quickly into a deep sleep.

He had more dreams about Dean--intensely sexual dreams, some of which centered around him dressed as a Japanese schoolgirl. When he woke up, he was horny and deeply frustrated that he was continuing to fixate on his roommate. He berated his subconscious, telling himself that he could at least have dreamed of a female version of Dean, but even when he dreamed of him in that little skirt, there had been a cock underneath, a cock he hungered for. And there hadn't been a single tit in his dreams--not even a fake one.

"Fuck," he huffed, palming his aching erection beneath his blanket. He had a bad hangover headache, but his arousal was stronger. He glanced over at Dean's bed, found it empty, and kicked his blanket off to pump his shaft freely and furiously. The exquisitely dreamy glow of morning wood had his body charged with sexual heat from head to toe, and it only took a few minutes for him to shoot his load. It spurted up halfway to the ceiling and splattered all over him.

"Fuuuck," Pete breathed again, relaxing for a few minutes and squeezing his eyes shut as his headache gradually intensified. Eventually he wrestled his shirt off, used it to clean up the rest of the splatters, and wrapped himself in his blanket to cover his nakedness before shuffling out of the bedroom.

"Dean?"

He received no answer, but there was a pleasant smell of coffee overlaying some lingering breakfast aromas. In the kitchen he found a half a pot keeping warm in the coffee maker, and stuck to the counter in front of it was a neon green Post-It note that read, "DRINK ME" in bold black Sharpie lines. On the stove was a large skillet with a lid over it; a similar note read, "EAT ME". When he lifted the lid he found scrambled eggs, ham, and, hash browns, long ago gone cold but still very appetizing.

"Curiouser and curiouser," Pete mumbled. He glanced at the microwave clock and realized it was after eleven. Dean must have gone to work hours ago. Collecting the two Post-Its, he stuck them to the inside of a cupboard door, feeling an inexplicable need to keep them.

After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, Pete nuked the contents of the skillet and poured himself a large mug of coffee, which he used to swallow a few Advil. He liberally doused his eggs and potatoes with ketchup and wolfed down his brunch. It hit the spot perfectly. It occurred to him that Dean had made generous, delicious breakfasts for the past two days in a row. It wasn't usual for him--they tended to do breakfasts separately, and normally it was just cereal or toast. This was a welcome change, and his hangover was quite a bit dulled by the time he'd finished eating. He took out his phone and texted Dean:

[Thx for breakfast om nom nom]

After barely a minute, Dean texted back: [No problem. Hung over?]

[A bit, not so bad now, coffee food drugs etc]

[I hear meth is great for hangovers. ;)]

Pete smirked. [Advil loser!]

[

Pete cocked an eyebrow at the little heart. He wasn't sure how to interpret it, so instead he turned it into a joke: [Is that an ass?]

[Uh sure... mooned u lol.]

Pete burst into laughter and texted back: [

[(_Y_) There's a better ass lololol!]

Pete chuckled and his thumbs moved quickly: [ROFL yeah looks like urs]

[Mine's way sexier and u know it.]

Pete licked his lips. [( o Y o ) *insert porno music*]

[Tits... clever. One-track mind much?]

[Hey.... Dean?]

[??]

[8=====D~~~]

[OMG and jizz lol... I just snorted and ppl are staring at me... I gotta get back to work jackass.]

Pete swallowed and almost put his phone away, but changed his mind and started a new text: [Dean are we ok? I know I got weird yesterday I'm sorry]

[Talk later srsly, txting sux for convos like this ok?]

[K]

[Be home in a few hours, gotta pack for con, leaving after dinner.]

[K]

Pete buckled down to job hunting, and despite his intense hatred for this chore and the mild but persistent lingering hangover symptoms, managed to submit a few applications by the time Dean got home. He stood up from his computer, immediately nervous and edgy. He heard Dean kick off his shoes and enter the bedroom. After a moment Pete followed him inside. Dean was pulling a large duffel bag out of the closet.

"Hey," Pete said.

"Hey!" Dean smiled and then turned his attention to packing. He pulled socks and underwear out of drawers and tossed them into the bag, then started shuffling through his collection of geeky t-shirts to find the ones he wanted to wear on his convention weekend.




Just a Game Ch. 02



"So..." Pete mumbled, sitting down on his bed.

"Yeah," Dean chuckled, focusing his attention on his clothes. "Um... do you remember much of last night?"

"Most of it. You said you were... possibly... kinda gay? And... yeah. I know did some weird-ass shit. If I... pushed you too far, or like... crossed some lines...."

Dean shook his head as he meticulously folded a shirt. "No, no... no. It's okay." He knelt down to place the shirt in his bag, keeping his back to Pete. "I enjoyed it... the way you were touching me... grabbing me. It was intense."

Pete took a deep breath. "But...?" he urged, sensing a caveat in his tone.

"But... I asked you if you liked me, and you said... you said I looked 'weirdly hot'."

"Is that what this is about?" Pete wondered, furrowing his brow. "You want me to... like you...? I like you fine, Dean. You're kind of an oddball, but I don't mind, even if I give you a hard time."

Dean shifted around to face him, looking up at him from his kneeling position on the floor with his big, dark eyes that seemed magnified behind his glasses. "Pete... I like you."

Pete blinked. A strange, excited, nostalgic feeling came over him. When Dean said 'like', it wasn't about being roommates or friends. It was a heart-fluttering, dizzyingly adolescent, first-crush, wonder-what-it's-like-to-kiss-you kind of 'like'.

"Oh..." Pete said dumbly.

Dean turned back to his bag and folded another t-shirt. "I thought maybe you felt the same. But I think we both really suck at this. I mean... I know I've kind of been in denial. Well, maybe not just 'kind of'..."

"'It's not gay'," Pete quoted him from yesterday morning's conversation. "'Getting off is getting off'."

Dean chuckled uncomfortably. "Yeah... really in denial. I thought maybe you were too, and that was the reason you've been kind of a homophobic asshole...? But at the same time... I've been kicking myself for liking a homophobic asshole." He gave another odd laugh.

Pete got up and started pacing. "Um... yeah, I think I'm sort of... bothered by the stuff we've been doing. The fooling around. Not like... no, that's not right. Maybe I'm bothered by how much I'm... not bothered by it...?"

"Soooo... you liked it. And... you're scared of being gay I guess...?"

"I'm not gay!" Pete blurted reflexively.

Dean chuckled, rolling up his costume and tucking it into the duffel bag. "Yeah... you're scared of being gay. How would you feel about being bi?"

"That seems... not as bad. But still not exactly something I want to be. Can't a person be straight and just... enjoy fooling around with someone...?"

Dean shrugged and sighed as he laid his red costume boots on top of the clothes he'd packed. "Pete... come on. Let's try to be adults. When you got all horny and handsy with me yesterday, what was it? Was it because you like my stuff? Or was it just... the costume messing with your drunken head? Maybe it was the over-familiarity from sharing a room, that we've lost all sense of boundaries?"

"Boundaries--as if you had any to begin with!" Pete flopped down on his bed, letting out a long breath. "I don't know--I don't know! Does it have to be so important? I just want things to be like they were. Just fooling around, you know? A stupid game. It was great that way. It didn't have to mean anything."

"So that's the only way we can keep on... playing? It has to be meaningless?"

Pete groaned and crossed his arms over his eyes. "I guess that's not really an option anymore, is it?"

After a few moments he felt Dean sit down on the edge of his bed. "I'll take what I can get."

Pete lowered his arms and looked up at him. "What...?"

Dean swallowed. "I told you the truth, and you don't feel the same--okay. But if you still wanna play around... I'm cool with it. I've given it some thought, and I'll take whatever you're offering."

Pete frowned and sat up, perching next to him. "Why would you let yourself be treated that way? Like a doormat? A sex toy or something? That's not fair."

Dean gave an odd smile and shrugged. "I guess I'm an idiot."

"No, you're not an idiot. And I'm not an asshole. We're better than this. I don't know if I can like a dude that way, all right? Now that that's clear, we'll just have to quit all the stupid shit we've been doing."

They sat in silence for a minute or more. Just at the point that it was becoming excruciating, Dean placed a hand on Pete's thigh, way up high near his groin.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

Pete bit his bottom lip and didn't answer. Dean started stroking his thigh up and down, working closer to the veiled bulge of his cock with each stroke. Pete gasped and relaxed a little, letting his knees drift apart. Dean's touch immediately became friendlier, sliding to his inner thigh and caressing firmly. At last his hand reached in and cupped Pete's balls, gently squeezing and massaging.

"Ahh yeah!" Pete groaned. He sank back on the bed and pulled Dean's arm along with him. Dean straddled his legs and unzipped Pete's jeans, pulling the waistband of his boxers down until Pete's rapidly swelling cock sprang forth. Pete gasped and then let out a long moan as both of Dean's hands closed around his shaft and started jerking him expertly.

"I... I can't believe you're..." Pete stammered.

"Shh--just enjoy," Dean whispered. "I want to do this for you."

"Ahh... ohh... unhh...."

Dean chuckled at his noises and redoubled his efforts, his breath coming in short huffs as he tugged, squeezed, stroked, and twisted, now and then grabbing at Pete's balls. Pete at first focused his eyes intently on the ceiling, but as he grew closer to climaxing, they shifted to Dean's. Dean was watching him keenly, eyes very dark and intense behind his glasses. Now Pete couldn't look away. On a whim he reached up and yanked those glasses off. He grabbed the front of Dean's shirt and started to pull him closer. Dean gasped.

A loud buzzing noise made them both jump, and all movement stopped.

"Are you expecting someone?" Pete panted.

"Shit--it's Missy!" Dean hissed, looking down at his watch. "I totally forgot--she's bringing dinner, and then we were going to head straight out!"

Pete heaved a long sigh and pushed his glasses into his hand. Dean quickly put them on and climbed off of him with a brief apology. He darted down the hall and picked up the receiver next to the door.

"Yeah? ...Awesome, come on up!" He hit the button to let Missy in the front door and then charged back to the bedroom. Pete was beginning to tuck his erection painfully back into his pants, but Dean stopped his hands.

"Were you close? We've got at least one minute as she comes up in the elevator!"

Pete's jaw dropped. "Yeah... pretty close I think...? But I'm not sure--"

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before Dean ripped his glasses off and plunged his face into his lap. Pete cried out loudly as he felt Dean's warm, wet mouth envelop his cock. The intensity of an unexpected blowjob was overwhelming, and even if Dean's technique was lacking, he was certainly enthusiastic and sucked at him powerfully, drooling all over his shaft as he grabbed Pete's ass in both hands. It didn't take more than twenty seconds for Pete's balls to boil over, and he grabbed Dean's hair, clenching his jaw hard and grunting as he thrust into that willing mouth hard enough to choke him. Dean swallowed as quickly as he could but finally had to pull away to take a breath between gags and choking.

"Sorry--I'm sorry!" Pete gasped, catching the remainder of his issue in a balled fist.

Dean shook his head and managed a smile as he caught his breath and put his glasses back on. "That was amazing," he said. "C'mon, quickly--let's wash up!"

They both laughed as they ran and pushed their way into the bathroom, jostling each other to get at the sink. Pete washed his hands thoroughly and did up his pants while Dean rinsed out his mouth and scrubbed at his face and hands. By the time they'd dried off Dean at least had returned to a normal heart rate and was able to answer the door when Missy knocked shortly thereafter. The tall girl stepped in with a pair of large pizzas that instantly filled the apartment with an irresistible aroma.

Pete flopped out on the couch with his laptop as if he'd spent the whole afternoon there, catching his breath and trying to comprehend what had just happened while he half-listened to Dean and Missy chatting excitedly in the kitchen.

"Hey Pete!" Dean called after a few minutes had passed. "You hungry? There's bacon cheeseburger and spicy pepperoni with mushroom!"

"Those both sound great--can I get a couple slices of each?"

"Coming your way, buddy!"

Buddy. Pete chuckled silently to himself while he waited for his pizza. Dean came in shortly to deliver him a plate and a tall glass of Coke.

"Perfect," Pete said, moving the computer off his lap and focusing on dinner. He spared Dean a grin, and Dean gave him a wink before Missy came in with her plate. The three settled in the living room to eat.

"I'll pitch in for the pizza," Pete said after a slightly awkward period of silent eating. He glance up at Missy. "How much was it?"

She scoffed and waved a hand dismissively. "I'll only accept repayment in GP, gold-pressed latinum, or karma."

"He's not gonna get that!" Dean guffawed.

Pete didn't get it. "Uh... karma I guess?"

Missy grinned. Pete watched her curiously. She was actually really pretty, with a willowy, almost supermodel physique. He had never expected hardcore nerds to come in such diverse forms. Living with Dean was a constant learning experience.

More puzzling was why Dean was into him--a surly, unemployed dude with the physique of a potato--when he had friends like Missy, who seemed to be as nice as she was pretty, as well as having plenty in common with him. Well, maybe after spending a weekend with her at a convention he'd come to his senses.

All too quickly Dean was ready to leave for his con weekend. Pete hung around him like a mosquito, hoping they'd have a moment alone to discuss things, but it wasn't in the cards.

"Please don't forget to feed the cats and scoop the litter box twice a day--they'll go on the carpet if it's not scooped religiously!" Dean said as he tied his shoes.

Pete made a gagging noise. "This blows. They're your cats, not mine." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I guess there isn't much choice. I'll take care of it."

"I really appreciate it--like, a lot! I'll give you a little break on the rent maybe."

"The leftover pizza's all yours," Missy added. "I stuck the rest in the fridge."

"Cool--thanks," Pete said. He stood around as Dean and Missy went through a quick packing checklist, and then Dean picked up his luggage to head out the door.

"Have fun, you guys--text me some pictures of freaky nerds and hot chicks, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll send you lots of selfies," Dean quipped with a wink. "See you Sunday night."

Pete waved goodbye as they headed down the hall. Missy was in the lead, and just before Dean turned the corner, he looked back at Pete. For a single second, he shoved his pants down to flash his cock and balls at him. Pete glanced up and down the hall before swiftly returning the gesture with a grin. He retreated back into the apartment and locked the door, laughing heartily.

Left alone in the apartment, Pete returned to the couch and lay across it, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. Two of Dean's cats made a bed of him shortly; he did not protest.

"Maybe you little fuzzballs can tell me what the hell is up with your dad, hmm?"

The cat nearest him simply purred and kneaded at his soft belly.

Later that night, Pete was half asleep in bed when a text alert roused him. His phone notified him that Dean was sending him a photo. Smirking already, Pete unlocked his screen and checked the message.

"Mother of god!" he breathed, sitting bolt upright in bed.

Dean had sent him a selfie, but it wasn't of his face. Centered on the screen was his cute ass, underpants-free and not quite covered by his tiny Japanese schoolgirl skirt. He'd taken a picture in his Sailor Moon costume through a full-length mirror, bent over so that his butt was stuck straight out, and the tempting, bare curves of twin cheeks were just visible beneath the skirt's fringe. He was peeking back over his shoulder, the phone visible and partially obscuring his face. He wasn't wearing the wig, but he definitely had the makeup on.

Pete texted back quickly: [DEAN WTF are u drunk??]

[No, you?]

[No!!!]

[Thought u might like my ass even sober. Wrong?]

Pete panted and licked his lips. The picture was undeniably sexy, and there was already a tent situation happening with his blanket. He replied: [So wrong and yet.... *fap fap*....]

[LOL seriously fapping to my ass?]

[Kinda maybe or not]

[Srsly though what's the cock situation? I'm wicked horny, room to myself for prolly an hour or more (roommates out drinking) and this costume gives me inappropriate boners ever since last night.]

Pete swallowed with difficulty. Was this happening? His thumbs moved as if of their own accord: [That's hot yah I'm really hard rite now dude]

[Pics or it didn't happen. ;)]

Pete gripped his phone tightly, his hands--and other parts of him--now liberally sweating. A challenge. He considered carefully whether he was up for it. Eventually his hard-on decided for him, though he did settle on what he thought to be a compromise. After switching on his lamp he pushed his blanket back but kept his boxers on, taking a perfectly angled photo of the distinctive tentpole that lifted the waistband just enough to give a little shadow of pubic hair. He sent the picture to Dean before he could change his mind.

After what seemed to Pete forever, but was only a single minute, Dean replied: [God I would tear that fabric open with my teeth, wanna suck you so bad. You taste so good.]

It seemed scorching hot in the bedroom now. Pete threw off every scrap of clothing. [I'd let u. Ur mouth oh fuck r u hard to?]

[Hard to what? ;)]

[Meant "too" dammit srsly Dean!!!]

After a brief delay, another photo popped up. Dean had captured his erection veiled by the skirt, with just the bare tip visible. The picture was high quality and Pete could even see a clear bead of precum.

[*FAP FAP FAP* OMG]

After sending that message, Pete dropped his phone just long enough to visit Dean's nightstand and dig out his bottle of lube. He drizzled it liberally over his straining erection and gasped at the cold fluid. He jerked with one fist, and reached for his phone to check the incoming reply from Dean:

[You really beating off? Show me. Pls.]

Pete snapped a shot of his glistening, lubed-up cock with his fist wrapped around it and sent it off promptly. Dean's reply came quickly with a similar photo--he had flattened the skirt back against his belly and was showing off his full shaft, cradled in one hand. Out of focus in the background of the shot, the knee-high red boots remained on. Pete continued to jerk, staring at the screen. After a few moments Dean added another reply:

[Show me when u finish. Wanna see your cum.]

[Ok u slut u wanna be my cum slut fuck toy?]

Pete couldn't believe the filth he was typing, but he'd already sent the message, and his own loss of control was stimulating in itself. He dropped the phone so he could squeeze and tug at his throbbing member in both hands, his breath coming in frantic gasps. This was one of the most intense masturbatory experiences of his life.

Dean's reply made his phone bleep again: [Fuck yeah please oh fuck yeah let me be ur fucktoy. I want u to cum all over me in my mouth my ass yeah fuck my ass pleeeease!!]

Pete hadn't let his mind go there until now--he genuinely hadn't thought about having full-on sex with Dean. He didn't have long to consider the implications--the sheer depravity of the last text was already sending him powerfully over the edge. He gritted his teeth and tensed up so powerfully that his ass and his lower back rose right up off the bed, and he growled and grunted in primal release, jolting his mattress violently as his hips jerked. He splattered his issue all over his lower belly and thighs, and a large amount coated his hand as well. He snapped a picture of the majority of the mess and sent it to Dean straightaway.

Pete struggled to catch his breath as he stared at his phone's screen, waiting for a reply. Now that he had experienced this intense release, his brain was slowly beginning to function again, and part of him expected that this had all been some kind of bizarre prank and Dean's response would be jeering. What if he showed his friends the pictures?!

His panic faded when he received a picture reply from Dean, very similar to his own, but with great shining globs of cum splashed across the front of his costume and the caption, [OOPS].

Pete laughed shakily as he idly continued to handle his hypersensitive, post-orgasmic cock. Very soon a second picture arrived from Dean. It was a closeup of his face, his glasses askew and the tip of his tongue poking out from between smirking, pink-painted lips. There were a few unmistakeable splatters of cum on his chin, and one just below where his tongue was sitting. Pete stared at the photo until his screen dimmed. He tapped it to keep it awake, and stared a minute longer. He considered his reply carefully to make sure he wouldn't say anything he didn't mean.

[That's really hot I wanna lick u]

Pete's breath came in small shudders as he stared at what he'd written. There it was--a clear expression of attraction and desire, and now that he had thoroughly emptied himself of cum, he didn't have a raging boner and out-of-control horniness to blame. He waited for a response. A minute passed with agonizing slowness. Then two minutes. He kept waiting.

He cleaned himself off, returned Dean's lube, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned, there was still no reply.

"Shit," he whispered. "Shit, shit, shit."

Pete set down his phone and bundled himself into his blanket with a deep sigh. Goofing off with Dean around the apartment was one thing, but it wouldn't be easy to deny the explicitly erotic exchange that had just happened if anyone should stumble upon their text history. If anyone got hold of Dean's phone....

"Shit!" he groaned into his pillow.

Then the bleep sounded. Pete nearly sent his phone flying across the room in his fumbling haste to grab for it. The charger cable kept it safely tethered. Unlocking the screen, he checked the reply from Dean.

[Sorry lol... guys came back from pub earlier than expected, had to bolt for bathroom. Never moved so fast in my life, felt like The Flash. Washed my costume, hopefully dries by morning I gotta wear it again!! X( Had nothing to wear coming out of the bathroom so had to shower to give excuse for coming out in nothing but a towel lol, serious clusterfuck.....]

Pete let out a long breath and chuckled. [They didn't suspect anything u think?]

[Nah don't think so. They were pretty hammered anyway, super out of it. They're both snoring already. I need to sleep too. Night!]

Pete frowned. Good night, just like that? He was at a loss for context, and needed some kind of debriefing after what had happened between them. He sighed, not knowing what to say. He started to text back a simple good night, but Dean added another reply:

[8=====D~d-8 Omnomnom... that's me eating your cum.]

Pete felt his balls twitch a little. [Gonna have sweeeet dreams tonite]

[I know right? 

[lol yup... nite Dean been fun]

[Most fun ever. Night. ;)]

Pete settled into an easy sleep after that. Once again he dreamed of Dean, and though he didn't remember much in the morning, he had a clear mental image of Dean in the kitchen cooking, wearing nothing but a pair of glossy red hooker boots.




Just a Game Ch. 02



Pete's phone scarcely left his hand all day. He knew he probably wouldn't get any more naughty texts during daylight hours, but hope sprung eternal. He did receive several picture messages, which initially got his heart racing and cock twitching, but turned out to be just regular con photos. Dean actually did send him the kind of photos he'd asked for yesterday, namely good-looking women in sexy costumes. He even sent one of himself flanked by two other Sailor Moons, both appearing to be authentic females.

Pete replied: [Ur still the hottest one]

[

[Yunno that actually looks more like a ballsack than a heart or even ass]

[LOL, either way the sentiment stands! 

[I ballsack u 2 man]

[lololol.... ;) Panel time g2g!]

Pete wasted the rest of his day, unable to focus on anything. It was past eleven when Dean texted him again.

[Didn't win anything in the costume contest, damn. Lots of ppl wanted photos though. We had fun.]

[Glad it was fun u alone?]

[LOL down to business hey? Soon. Gimme like 10 min, maybe 15.]

[K]

Pete got ready for bed and settled in, stripped naked already and with the lube at his side. With how much he was using it lately he supposed he'd owe Dean a new bottle soon.

It was almost twenty minutes before he heard from Dean again.

[Sorry hold on, roommates hanging around...]

[They gonna leave?]

[They're discussing. I'm trying to subtly urge them to go to the pub again without it being obvious I'm trying to get rid of them lol.]

Pete settled back on his pillow with an impatient sigh. He started leisurely stroking his burgeoning erection, now and then gently squeezing and tugging his balls. He let out a little moan when his phone bleeped. The text notification was starting to be a turn-on in itself. Pete held his breath as he checked the message.

[They're going. 2 min at most. Horny?]

[VERY]

[Prove it.]

Pete grinned as he snapped a quick picture of his cock and sent it.

[Love ur cock Pete. Looks yummy!!]

[Can't wait to see urs sailor]

[Soon ;) Gotta be discreet for now lol! Hard enough to hide the tentpole.]

[Hard lol]

[Grow up! :P]

[Nahh]

A few minutes later, Pete received a request for a video call. His heart thundered. He felt lightheaded. His thumb hovered over the 'ANSWER' and 'IGNORE' commands. The notification kept chiming at him insistently. Finally he made a snap decision and hit 'IGNORE'.

The text came from Dean a couple of minutes later: [?........]

Pete breathed hard. [Sorry man not ready for that I guess]

[I'm confused...]

Pete wracked his brain for an explanation. [To much to fast I guess?]

[*too (sorry)... Well we've done stuff in person.]

Pete fumbled with his phone, starting a reply a few times and then deleting it. Finally Dean texted again.

[OMG. You're not wearing a shirt are you?]

[Um no]

[That's why isn't it? LOL ur still shy!]

Pete chewed on his bottom lip. He had to admit, that was at least a large part of it. [I'm crazy so sue me]

[Crazy, sure... but cute. I'd rather suck you.]

Pete grinned. [Now that I'd be ok with, wish u were here]

[Me too. Tomorrow I will, promise. Suck you off real good--your cock, my mouth, start to finish, no interruptions. I remember the taste of you... mmm yeah, so good.]

[Sailor Cumslut]

[LOL yeah pretty much!]

[Will u wear that costume when u blow me?]

[If that's what you want. I'm your fucktoy to play with, remember. I'll wear anything. I mean it.]

Pete started masturbating enthusiastically. [Duck yah!!]

[LOL wha??]

[FUCK lol I meant fuck goddamn autocorrect]

[Lololololol...... duck me baby!]

[Ha, so. Um u alone yet?]

After a couple of minutes, Pete received a picture supporting an affirmative answer. Dean had positioned himself with his nether region facing the large mirrored closet door in his hotel room. His legs were splayed wide apart, red boots high in the air, though mostly out of frame, and everything beneath his skirt was displayed in spectacular focus. His taut erection neatly flipped up the short skirt, and the hand that wasn't holding his phone was cradling his balls.

Pete swore aloud and texted unintelligibly: [Fffffffff]

[You like that huh? :)]

[YES YES YES]

[Send me something!!]

Pete was less creative, but he had plenty of precum now oozing from the tip of his cock--he touched it with the tip of his middle finger and raised it half an inch, drawing up a clear, gleaming strand, and managed to snap a decent photo.

Dean texted back before too long. [I have never wanted to lick anything more in my life.]

[I want ur mouth on me so bad with lipstick really red whorish lipstick]

[You got it, I will make this happen, promise! Pete you ever done anyone in the ass before?]

[Tried once chick hated it, u ever had cock up ur ass?]

[No never done stuff with a guy before, but sometimes I put things up there, fingers or a plug, really like the feeling.]

[Pic?]

[As you wish--gimme 1 min to find some lotion or something.]

Pete's heart pounded as he waited. He wasn't one hundred percent sure he actually wanted to see Dean sticking something up his backdoor, but he felt deliciously out of control again, practically floating. When the picture arrived, he held his breath. There was a photo, similar to Dean's previous, facing the mirrored closet door with his boots in the air. This time he was splayed even wider, and his behind was propped up with a pillow to give a better view of his hastily lubricated asshole, into which two of his fingers had entirely disappeared.

Pete gasped. The visual was as unexpectedly sexy as Dean in a miniskirt and makeup had been. [Yes fuck yes hotttt]

[Feels real good... a cock would feel better though. ;)]

[Yah one of these days my cock I'll shove it right up their like a pussy fuck u real good]

[*there]

Pete's fist paused its frantic pumping on his cock. [Fuck u]

[Yes please. ;)]

[Stop correcting my spelling ur killing the mood]

[What if bad spelling kills my mood?]

[Tough! Srsly tho can u focus?]

[Okay stud, I'll try to think about your gorgeous cock instead of your sloppy spelling. More pics would help with that. ;)]

Pete wanted to send him something tempting, but he wasn't as original as Dean. He sent a shot taken at a different angle than the last so his cock and balls were fully in view. [K gorgeous cock just for u sailor]

Dean didn't reply for several minutes, and once again Pete was seized with the paranoia he was being played, and Dean was going to show these pictures to his friends so they could laugh about what a perverted freak his roommate was. He told himself Dean was probably just focusing on wanking like crazy, and while fingering himself he wouldn't have a hand free to text.

Finally Dean's reply came, with a photo of his partially-deflated cock in his hand, liberally doused with his fluids, indicating that Pete's latter thoughts had been correct. [Mmmmm thank you, I came so hard thinking about that up my ass I thought I was gonna pass out!!]

Pete relaxed and smiled at the photo. He typed with one hand while he squeezed and tugged his tool with the other. [Wow man... ur so dirty I love it!! Totally gonna own ur ass one of these days but first ur gonna blow me like a good slut then I'll watch u jerk while fingering urself and I wanna watch ur face while u cum!!!]

[Ahhhh shit you'll make me hard all over again!! ;)]

[Hope so k putting phone down now to beat off proper]

[Haha okay have fun!!! Think about my sweet whore mouth all over your junk. 

Pete did so. He thought of exactly that. Red lipstick, and Dean's ass in the air as he bent over him. He imagined that little skirt flipping down just enough to reveal the twin curves of that perfect ass. Even better--Pete would position himself so that he could see Dean's ass in the mirror. He could look down and watch Dean's sweet whore mouth bobbing up and down on his cock, and then he could look beyond and catch a glimpse of those luscious round cheeks in the glass. Maybe Dean would reach back and insert a finger or two up his asshole, just to show off.

"Fffffuck!" Pete groaned, and released explosively, digging his heels into the mattress and thrusting into that imagined mouth for all he was worth.

When he managed to overcome the resulting temporary paralysis and regain control of his breathing and heart rate, Pete took a photo of the mess he'd made and sent it off to Dean. He shut his eyes and relaxed until he heard the notification of a reply.

[Ooohh looks like a good one! ;) Wish I could help clean that up. Fun??]

Pete grinned and quickly texted back: [OMG one of my best and only getting better when ur here to service me cant wait!!!]

[I'm really psyched. This has been... the most incredible weekend. And only a little bit of it was the con. When I'm on my way home tomorrow I'll stop for provisions--condoms lube etc. And of course lipstick. The reddest, sluttiest lipstick I can find.]

[Fuck yes pls!! Missy is driving tho rite?]

[Yeah... I'll tell her I'm out of Reactine or something, lol. She won't mind stopping at a drug store I hope. She won't have to see what I'm buying.]

Pete chewed on his lip. Paranoia was setting in again, and he was starting to envision various ways in which people might find out about this increasingly intense game they were playing. [What if she wants to come in with u, what if she wants tampons or shampoo or some shit???]

[I'll figure it out. Don't worry, I got this. Complete discretion, I promise. I won't let anyone find out. You can trust me, Pete. 

Pete stared at this message for a little while and finally chuckled, his anxiety mostly melting away. [Ballsack back at u. :P Ok dean thx!!]

[I'm gonna shower and turn in. Tomorrow Pete... tomorrow....!!!]

[YAH! Tomorrow!! Nite sailor]

There was a pause, and Dean sent one more photo. It was simply a selfie--he was winking at the screen and flashing a cute, lopsided grin. Pete chuckled. He started several awkward replies and deleted them all before finally responding in kind. He wasn't generally comfortable taking selfies, but if he could trust Dean with his cock, he supposed he could trust him with his face. He winked back at Dean and sent the photo. He waited to see if he'd get a reaction. It was an odd feeling. He already knew Dean had been into him for a while, but now he really wanted Dean's approval of his appearance. He was not disappointed.

[Aw...... :) :) :) Pete I think you're really cute... I hope that isn't weird of me.]

Pete chuckled again, surprised by the rush of pleasant emotion that he derived from Dean's reply. It was a difficult thing to admit. [All the shit u sent me this weekend and u think that's weird??]

[Well it could be... getting off is getting off right? But really liking someone... being attracted to them... I dunno. X( I'm always worried I'm gonna freak you out again.]

Pete licked his lips. Dean had a point. He had reacted badly in the past, and said some unkind things. [Sorry about the way I was before, really I mean it after all this I think I'm done being freaked out by u!]

[

[Cant wait to see u will be so epic!]

[You bet Petey. ;) Nite!!!]

Pete wasn't sure how he felt about "Petey". He'd never let anyone call him that before. Still, he liked the idea of Dean having a nickname for him that no one else was allowed to use. He let it be. [Nite ;)]

With a long sigh, Pete finally set his phone aside to charge and went to wash up. He fell asleep that night with a wide smile on his face. 



Just a Game Ch. 03



"Aaron, Adam, Adrian, Alonzo, Alfonzo, Amber," 'There's one,' Brian thought as he went through the names in Niya's cell phone. "Andrew, Anthony, Antonio, Arthur, Austin, Breanna," 'There's another one,' he thought as he continued through the phonebook until he found his name between 'Brandon' and 'Chris'. 'Damn, there's a lot of guys' numbers in here,' he thought, feeling himself get a little agitated. 

"What are you doing?" Niya's voice said behind him as he jumped.

"I was, uh, using your cell phone because, ah, I can't find mine," Brian said avoiding her gaze.

"Oh, yea, you can't find yours, huh? Try checking the case hanging from your pants," Niya said looking at his phone through the case. "You wanna try telling me the truth?"

Brian drew in a breath. He did not want to tell her the truth for anything in the world.

"I'm waiting, Brian," Niya said impatiently, noticing the look on his face as if a battle was taking place in his head.

"Truthfully, I was looking through your phone book," Brian said, embarrassed. "Not to spy or anything, but just to see how many guys' numbers you had in opposed to girls'," he said reluctantly, his pride slowly evaporating; he had jumped through hurdles to get her to go out with him, now it was about to end over something stupid.

"You don't call that spying? Why didn't you just ask me, I wouldn't have lied to you. Do you not trust me?" She said looking at him through accusing eyes.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I mean, we've been together for almost three months, and you won't let me touch, look at, or talk to you sexually. I guess I was feeling kind of suspicious, like if you're not giving it to me, then who are you giving it to? Because I don't know about you, but I'm just about going out of my mind!" Brian wanted to just disappear after he confessed his frustrations to her.

Niya felt her anger melt away, she knew that it was hard for him sometimes. She knew because she had made a game of wearing short skirts or shorts and bending over enough for him to see her ass and maybe an outline of her pussy through her panties if she was wearing a skirt, just to watch him twitch because she knew he was too much of a gentleman to pressure her or do anything, for that matter. She felt so guilty, because as she watched him suffer, she gained refuge from her rabbit, screaming and moaning his name on some nights until she soaked her sheets. She walked over to him and sat on his lap and kissed him deeply. "I'm so sorry, Brian," she said as she nipped his earlobe, "Let me make it up to you," she whispered into his ear.

Brian felt himself grow hard and he knew that she could feel it. He enveloped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed and looked her clothed body up and down. "Strip for me, I wanna see exactly what I've been drooling over for three months."

Niya never stripped for anyone before, but she didn't want to disappoint him. She began slowly moving her body side to side in time to a rhythm only she could hear. She looked at the mirror above her bed, checking out her body, removing her halter slowly, turning both her and Brian on, she was even sexy to herself.

Brian sat clenching the sheets, feeling the roaring discomfort of his erection pressing impatiently against his pants. He thought he was going to lose it when she bent over in front of him and peeled her skirt off, revealing a tiny white string trailing between her plump ass cheeks. He couldn't help himself; he smacked her brown ass as she gyrated before him. He watched as her ass cheeks jiggled with the impact of his powerful slaps. He squeezed her cheeks together and kissed them softly.

Niya wasn't sure how to respond when he first smacked her ass. The pain shot through her body but something about it turned her on, making her moan deep in her throat. She continued to move seductively, as he kissed and licked her ass cheeks when she felt his teeth graze her skin. 

Brian nibbled the string of her thong and slid it down with his teeth. He held her still as he looked at her pussy, her swollen pink lips poking out behind her. He leaned in and kissed her lips, she shuddered. He then stuck his tongue out and licked her slit up to her ass and down to her clit. 

Niya had been eaten out before, but it was nothing like this! This was incredible! She felt moisture creep down her leg, but she wasn't sure if it was his drool or her juices. She felt her pussy being prodded and she spread her legs a little more to give him better access.

Brian inserted his tongue into her wet pussy, tasting more of her each time. He grabbed her cheeks and pushed them upward to get more of her pussy. He heard her begin to moan and he felt her begin to push her pussy back and forth on his tongue. After awhile, she began to tremble, yelling his name and she came brutally in his mouth and on his face.

Niya had never cum so hard in her life! She began to sway unsteadily on her legs when Brian grabbed her and laid her on the bed. He grabbed her ankles and placed them far apart from each other, enjoying this new view of her chocolate-and-cherry pussy. 

Brian didn't know what it was about her tonight that made him want to devour every inch of her smooth brown body as if it were raw animal instinct. He used his thumbs to separate her lips, feeling the heat that was radiating on his lips that were inches from her pussy. When he saw her fat clit and her glistening wetness, he went half-mad, nipping at her clit and licking deep inside of her. He loved how she dug into the back of his neck and bucked her hips as she approached her second of the many orgasms she would have that night.

"Oh, Brian! I'm so close! Don't stop, Baby, please! Mmm!" Niya yelled, egging him to make her release her sweet goodness onto his tongue that was digging deeper and deeper in her pink hole. "Ahh," she sighed as she came loudly.

Brian slurped her juices from her pussy, his tongue following the cum that had escaped to her ass. She was so delicious to him; he didn't want anything to go to waste.

Niya smiled, still weak from her orgasm and stroked his soft brown hair. She watched his soft, pink tongue lap up her juices, he looked so determined.

Brian looked up at her, loving the dazed look about her as he began to kiss her thighs and up her belly. In time, he reached her soft, round, DD's. He kissed the underside of them before latching on to her left nipple. He felt her sharp intake of breath as he rolled the little ball between his teeth and sucking on it until her brown areola had a tint of pink. He reached down with his hand and touched her clit; she jumped because it was still sensitive from her orgasm, he began to work his long finger inside of her. "I'm never gonna fit in there," he said noticing how tight she was.

Niya adjusted herself and spread her legs more to give him better access. "Brian, that feels so good!" she squealed as she felt herself begin to get wet again.

"Baby," Brian said, "I'm haven't even started, yet." He worked another finger inside, her pussy stretching to accommodate his fingers. "There," he said to himself as he slid a third finger into her tight cunt. He leaned in to kiss her lips. She opened her mouth accepting his action; she could taste and smell herself all over him like he was her marked property. He removed his pants, revealing his dickhead poking through the flap of his boxers. 

Niya was amazed at the size of his dickhead and it intimidated her. It was almost the size of her fist and she now understood why he said that he would never fit.

As Brian removed his boxers, he noticed her looking at it and saw a touch of fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, Ny-Ny, I'll be gentle, Baby," he said as he crawled on top of her. He kissed her lightly on her eyelids as he rubbed her nipple softly. He grabbed both of her soft tits and squeezed them together, trying to suck and lick both nipples simultaneously. He nibbled her earlobe and kissed her neck. Her nipples stood erect as she felt his hot breath on her neck.

This was so hot to Niya, she couldn't control herself. She began to grind her wet pussy on his stomach. "Brian, please don't tease me like this! FUCK ME!"

Brian looked at the erotic torture in her face. 'God, she's beautiful,' he thought as he studied her pouty expression. "You think you can handle me, Niya?" He whispered smiling at where this was about to head.

"Brian, you know I can handle anything, I need you inside of me. I feel so empty!" Niya cried as she tried to grind harder to put pressure on her burning clit.

"I don't think you can," Brian said smugly, pulling back from her grinding pussy. He almost felt sorry for her as he watched her face give a look of betrayal. 

"Briaaaannn, stop teasing me!" Niya moaned into his ear, her body on fire.

Brian rubbed his dickhead on her hot pussy, up and down her slit. "How bad do you want my dick?" Brian asked feeling that he was teasing himself as much as he was teasing her. 

"I want it so bad, Brian!" Niya moaned as she tried once more to grind her pussy onto him, again he pulled back.

"Do you need it, Niya? Do you need to feel my white dick pounding your little pussy until you cum so hard that you can barely walk?" Brian asked, gentleman mode was before she tortured and teased him for the last few months.

"Yes, I need it Brian!" Niya said, feeling for once in her life, out of control.

"You'd have to earn it," he said as he pressed his dickhead on her hard clit.

"What? What do I have to do? I'd do anything, just fuck me, PLEASE!" Niya cried, surrendering all control.

"Well, for starters: Quit walking around in skimpy clothes and act like you don't want me, I'll take that as a green light, understand? I'll take it whether your offering or not." Brian said loving the rush he was getting from his dominance over her.

"Yes, I understand," Niya said as she felt him position himself right at her slick entrance.

"Second, I want some of those guy numbers deleted out of your cell phone. Once I fuck you, that's it, you're mine, forever. Are you ready for that?" He said as his hard blue eyes stared into her soft brown ones.

"Yes, Brian, I'm read-" Niya began, but wasn't able to complete her sentence before he slammed into her, down to the hilt. Niya felt searing pain and she cried out.

Brian was caught in the moment, but at that moment, he felt terrible. He looked down and saw his ebony goddess with her eyes welling up with tears and her teeth clenched in pain. "Oh, shit, Niya! I'm so sorry, Baby!" He said as he slowly withdrew from her pussy, streaks of blood on his dick. He kissed her neck and her lips in apology. "I didn't mean to do it, I was just wrapped up, I'll never do anything like that again," Brian promised as she looked up at him and smiled. She reached down and grabbed his softening dick; she began to stroke it back to life as she guided him to her entrance.

"It's okay, I'll be fine, let's just take it a little slower this time," Niya said as she used her legs to slowly push him inside of her. Brian began to slowly pump on his own, barely able to move due to her pussy confining him. Niya began to meet his thrusts. "Ooh, Brian! Fuck me harder! Make me yours! Mmm, yes!" She screamed as he began to pound her tight pussy with vigor. 

"Oh shit, Niya! You're so fucking tight! Ah! GOD, YOU'RE A FUCKING ANGEL!" Brian yelled, not believing how wonderful she felt. 

Niya bit into his shoulder as she felt her third orgasm approach. Her pussy began to contract on his massive dick. "AH, AH, AH, NIYA, I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" Brian yelled as he began to pull out. " NO!" Niya yelled as she pushed him back inside of her just in time to fill her pussy with cum. "Oh my God, that was great!" She said as he collapsed on top of her. Brian rolled over, spent, as he watched her squeeze his cum from her pussy onto her fingers and lick and suck them clean. As she watched his expression, she smiled.

Brian felt his cock twitch, he looked down and said, "Damn girl, we're just getting started."



Just a Game Ch. 03



Big thanks to smidgeon for editing this whole series. I keep forgetting to say that, but she did was a huge help. I've done extensive revisions since then so any errors are mine.



It had been two days since he'd had a chance to really be alone with Cassie and Gabe was getting frustrated. He thought Aaron would be distracted with Shelly there, but apparently Aaron was using him as an excuse to not spend time alone with her. Normally he wouldn't have minded serving as his best friend's third wheel, and would have enjoyed the opportunity to bug the shit out of Aaron with off-color comments designed to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend, but this time Gabe he had other things he wanted to be doing. 

Or one other thing.

It was a special kind of torture to be around Cassie and try to act like nothing had changed. Her enthusiastic response the other night had made quite an impression on him and ever since then his imagination had been working overtime. He couldn't seem to stop the flood of erotic thoughts and images that sprang into his mind every time he looked at her. Or hell, even thought about her. It felt like he was walking around with a permanent hard on. They'd snatched a few moments here and there and it had been hot as hell, but not nearly enough.

Yesterday morning he'd been disappointed to find that she'd already left the house by the time he dragged himself out of bed, but figured it was probably a good idea to keep his morning wood as far away from her as possible. At least as long as Aaron was in such close proximity. 

While Shelly and Aaron sorted through the boxes she'd brought from his old apartment, Gabe took the opportunity to go home and spend the morning with his mom and the new boyfriend she'd been dying for him to meet. Jim seemed like a good guy. He was quiet and reserved and Gabe was struck with the gentleness and respect with which he treated his mother. It was nice to see her happy. 

Later that day Aaron called and asked him if he wanted to go see a movie. Gabe had been both pleased and alarmed when they arrived to pick him up and Cassie was with them. The second he slid into the backseat next to her and she turned that sweet smile on him he knew he was in trouble. 

She sat next to him in the theater and every time she'd run her fingers through her long hair he'd get whiffs of her pear-scented shampoo. That, combined with the fact that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs making the swishy little skirt she had on ride up higher and higher, had him sliding sideways glances at her every few seconds. It was an exercise in self-control to keep from running his hand up her thigh to see whether she was as turned on as he was.

He got up to get popcorn halfway through the movie just to give himself a few minutes of relief and while he was waiting in line she came up behind him and grabbed his ass. It surprised the hell out of him and he didn't really take time to consider the wisdom of his actions before he took her hand and dragged her into a stall in the ladies room, ignoring her giggled protests. Her giggles died as he slid his hand up her skirt and he wasn't all that surprised to find that she was indeed just as turned on as he was. 

The second his fingers made contact she moaned encouragement. He told her to prop her foot on the toilet seat, pushed her panties to the side and slid two fingers deep inside her. The way she clutched at his t-shirt and grunted softly with each thrust made him want to take it slow and make her beg for it, but he knew they didn't have time. They were pushing their luck as it was. 

His thumb found her clit and within a few minutes he was pressing her face to his neck to muffle her cry as she came on his fingers. She whispered his name so sweetly afterward that it didn't bother him in the least that they didn't have time for her to return the favor. He did, however, make sure she was looking when he sucked his fingers clean and gave in to a sly grin as her face turned bright red. She was embarrassed, but he could tell by the fire in her eyes that it turned her on.

In the end, Gabe walked out of the theater unable to even name the movie that they'd gone to see. When they all went out to dinner together afterward he had to make a concerted effort to act normal. Fortunately it wasn't all that difficult given Shelly's tendency to dominate the conversation, constantly steering it back to herself in that insistent, whiny voice. There were a few lingering glances between he and Cassie, but if Aaron noticed them he would hopefully chalk them up to their obvious shared dislike of his girlfriend.

Later that night he took a cold shower, muttering frustrated curses as he stroked himself to one of the least satisfying orgasms of his entire life. He determined then and there that one way or the other he was going to have to get Cassie alone the next day if he didn't want his balls to shrivel up and fall off in protest.

Fortunately that turned out to be easier than he thought it would be. Shelly left early in the afternoon after a brief but heated argument about Aaron playing Call of Duty all morning. Gabe actually felt bad for her when the argument, and apparently their relationship, ended with Shelly tearfully declaring that Aaron's priorities were fucked up and Aaron nonchalantly informing her that they weren't going to change so if she felt that way she could go ahead and leave.

As soon as she was gone Aaron started calling around to find something to do that night. He got in touch with a couple of guys from his high school soccer team and they made plans to go hit some bars. Not having played soccer it wasn't suspicious when Gabe begged off for the night, secretly hoping Cassie would be free. His mom was going out with her boyfriend so he knew he'd have the place to himself until late that night.

He knew she was in the house, but he was trying to play it cool until he got a chance to talk to her alone. At first he pretended not to notice her walking past the open bedroom door, but the fourth time she passed by he couldn't help smiling to himself at her obvious attempt to get his attention. 

Her sandals made a slapping noise as she went down the stairs and suddenly he had the powerful urge to go get a drink. He paused the video game he wasn't really playing and looked over at Aaron, who was absorbed in something on his laptop.

"I'm gonna get a drink, you want anything?"

"Yeah, grab me a coke."

He tried not to let himself get too worked up as he followed her down the stairs. With Aaron in the house he knew he couldn't really do anything, but he needed to talk to her; wanted to touch her. 

She was bent over at the waist, digging in the bottom of a cabinet when he walked into the kitchen. Those same little khaki shorts from a few days ago were pulled tight across her ass and he caught himself making a growling noise when he noticed they were so short her underwear were peeking out of the bottom. She started to straighten up as he approached, but his hand made contact with her ass cheek before she quite managed it, the slap echoing through the kitchen. 

"Ow! What the hell was that?" she asked, turning to face him, her eyebrows drawn together in irritation.

"That was for being a tease." He backed her up against the counter and pressed his body against hers.

Her face relaxed and he could see the glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"No? What were you looking for in that cabinet?"

"I, um..."

"Uh huh." His hand slid down her back to the cheek he'd just smacked, squeezing hard before drifting around the muscular curve of her ass to the crease at the top of her thigh. "You just wanted me to see how fine your ass looks in those sexy little shorts." His fingers followed the elastic of her underwear, the damp heat between her legs drawing them in like a moth to flame.

"Does it?" she asked, her voice going breathy and her eyes fluttering closed as he traced the outline of her outer lips through her panties. 

"You know it does. And you knew it would make my dick hard even though you know there's not a damn thing I can do about it right now."

"Did it work?"

He tightened his hand, his finger pressing deeper into her slit as he pulled her hard against his body. She made a whimpering noise and grabbed his hips to steady herself. 

"What do you think?" he asked, pressing the evidence against her belly.

She didn't respond, just moaned and dug her fingers into the muscles of his lower back. Her teeth scraped against his neck, her hot breath spilling out as she sucked his skin into her mouth. It felt so damn good he tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of her head to hold her there as he ground against her. 

Suddenly coming to his senses, he tugged her head back before she could leave a mark that he'd never be able to explain away. 

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked, his finger sliding along the wet cotton of her panties

"Mmm...nothing."

"I'm gonna be home all alone. Why don't you come over and keep me company?" His finger zeroed in on the hard nub of her clit and he pressed harder. "I'll teach you the real meaning of the word tease." 

He watched the blood rush into her cheeks, heard her breath catch. When she looked up at him her brown eyes looked nearly black.

"Sounds...educational." 

"Oh, it will be," he said, his voice dark with desire. Damn she was so wet, it was all he could do not to yank those shorts off her and-

"I wouldn't want to pass up the chance to learn something new."

"Babe, I can teach you all kinds of new things. You have no idea." The tip of his finger dipped into her heated depths for a brief second and she gasped, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. Shit, he had to get control of himself. He stilled his finger and took a deep breath. 

"I want you to do something for me," he whispered.

"What?" she moaned, moving against the hand still clasped between her legs, urging him to continue.

Gabe softened his touch and smiled at her frustrated grunt. 

"I want you to go to your room."

She nodded and wiggled her hips as he let his fingers slip away.

"And I want you to lock your door." 

He trailed his hand up her ass and she lifted up on her tiptoes. 

"And take your shorts off." 

She froze in his arms. 

"And those wet panties."

The noise she made was something between a moan and a whine.

"And slide your fingers between your legs-"

"Gabe..." her voice trailed off into a whisper as he pulled her close again, sucking the sensitive skin under her ear.

"Mmm, if you want to say my name just like that while you do it, that'd be fine with me," he murmured against her neck.

"I don't know..."

"Don't pretend you don't want it. I know how wet you are. I can't give you what you want right now, Cassie. Do it for me. Make yourself come for me."

After a brief pause he felt her warm breath as she sighed against his neck. 

"Okay."

"Good," he said with a smile. He moved back a step and gave her other ass cheek a hard swat and she yelped in surprise. 

"What was that for?"

"That was just because I like to slap your ass." He said with a cocky grin as he turned and grabbed two cokes out of the fridge. 

"Dick," she muttered behind him, but he could hear the smile in her voice. 

Gabe chuckled as he walked away, trying to wipe the huge grin off his face before he made it back to Aaron's room. Aaron barely looked up when he came back in, which was probably a good thing because the grin seemed to be glued on. 

He pretended to be engrossed in looking at something on his phone and forced himself not to look up as Cassie passed by on the way to her room. He heard her door shut and almost groaned in frustration as he counted down the minutes imagining what was going on in there. 

Her shorts would be off by now. She'd hesitate for a minute, trying to get up her courage. She'd close her eyes and let her hand slide down that smooth flat belly until she reached that sweet wet heat. She'd spread her legs when her fingers found her clit, the pleasure forcing her self-consciousness into the background. Her fingers would get all wet and shiny, start sliding in and out... 

Was she thinking about him?

Fuck. This was a really bad idea. He shifted on the bed, quickly realizing he was in trouble. With a glance to make sure Aaron was still occupied he rose silently and walked straight to the bathroom. He shut the door and leaned back against it, exhaling heavily. Damn, he was playing with fire. In more ways than one. 

Not only was he risking an ass-beating sneaking around like this with Aaron right there, he was driving himself insane. He'd never wanted anything as bad as he wanted to bust into her room and fuck Cassie right this second. God, she would love it too, he'd make damn sure of that. 

Cursing himself for ever agreeing to those stupid rules, he tried to calm down and think instead about all the reasons it would be a terrible idea. Number one, of course, was that she made it perfectly clear that sex was off-limits. He suspected she wanted it as bad as he did, but unless she said otherwise he would respect her decision. And even if she did say otherwise he wasn't sure it would be a good idea. 

She was young and inexperienced. No matter how much of a little vixen she was turning out to be he had to remember that. She'd only been with a couple of other guys, both of them boyfriends. Casual sex wasn't something she was equipped to deal with. Hell, casual kissing wasn't something she was equipped to deal with, apparently. That alone should have been enough to stop him in his tracks before any of this got started. 

He shook his head at his own stupidity and told himself he should just call the whole thing off before it went any further. Before she got hurt. She was so sweet, so trusting, and while she'd clearly enjoyed everything they'd done so far, he couldn't help feeling like an asshole for letting it continue. Maybe he was a dick after all. 

Thinking along those lines had the desired effect and after a few more minutes of berating himself he felt it was safe to be in the same room with Aaron again. He opened the bathroom door and stepped out, nearly walking right into Cassie. Her startled gasp told him she was just as surprised as he was to run into him. Her pink cheeks and sparkling eyes told him she had just finished doing exactly what he asked her to do. 

All those chivalrous thoughts dissolved into nothing. 

Gabe's eyes darted quickly toward Aaron's door and he grabbed Cassie's hand, lifting it to his nose. He suppressed a moan at the scent of her arousal on her fingers. Silently, staring into her eyes, he closed his lips around her index finger and dragged his tongue along her skin, tasting the remnants of her juices. Her breath caught in her throat and her face flushed red, but she didn't pull away. He lifted her middle finger and sucked it clean too, smiling when her body swayed toward him. 

He let go of her hand, but she pressed the tip of her ring finger to his lips with a coy smile. His eyebrows shot up and he parted his lips, letting her slide a third finger coated with the taste of her into his mouth. He closed his eyes and saw her writhing on her bed with three fingers buried inside her glistening pussy, moaning his name as she brought herself to a powerful orgasm.

God. Damn. He had to get out of here. When he opened his eyes she was grinning at him like the Cheshire cat. He shook his head and grinned back. 

"Tonight," he whispered under his breath.

She nodded and squeezed past him into the bathroom, throwing one last smile over her shoulder as she closed the door. Gabe strolled casually into Aaron's room and announced he was heading home. 

"Alright man, take it easy. Let me know if you change your mind about tonight. We're gonna hit a few places, but I'll have my phone on me if you want to meet up."

"I will. I think I'm just gonna chill at home, though."

"Cool. Give me a call tomorrow, bro."

Gabe went home and collapsed on his bed, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck was wrong with him? He wasn't disciplined by nature, but his martial arts training had drilled it into him. So while he didn't always instinctively know the right thing to do, usually once he determined what he thought was right he didn't waffle, holding himself firmly to his own moral standards. 

But there was something about Cassie that made his resolve crumble. How many times now had he decided not to mess with her and then gone ahead and done it anyway? Even now he knew he should call it off, but despite the sensible portion of his brain that told him the whole thing was a bad idea, he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. 

She didn't want to stop either; he knew that for a fact. The change in her just in the last couple of days was amazing. There was a fiery wildcat quickly emerging from under the uptight prude. Apparently all she needed was a little nudge in the right direction; someone to encourage her to let go and trust her instincts. He could be that someone. He wanted to be that someone. 

He already was that someone. 

That was what made up his mind. Fully aware that it was a convenient justification for his own selfish desires, he told himself that if there was damage to be done, it was already done. If she did have feelings for him, which he wasn't even sure she did, stopping now would surely feel like a rejection. As amazing as she'd been, he definitely didn't want her to think she had done something wrong or disappointed him in any way. He didn't want to do anything that would smother her emerging sexuality. 

But if this thing between them ended when he went back to work she wouldn't have any reason to feel rejected. Their brief time together could just be a pleasant memory; one they could hopefully both look back on and smile about. 

He cringed, reminded of Aaron talking about a natural break, but in this case maybe it was applicable. At the end of this week they'd both go back to their lives and, he flattered himself to think, maybe she'd get more out of sex in the future. 

With someone else.

If he noticed the grimace on his face at that thought, he ignored it. He focused instead on what was to come that night. His decision was made and he wasn't going to feel guilty about it any longer. In fact, he was pretty damned excited about it. 

If someone had asked him, he couldn't have told them why she'd gotten under his skin like this. She was just so different from what he was used to. The last few years he tended to go for older women. Women who were more often than not more experienced than him sexually and who, like him, weren't interested in emotional attachments beyond friendship. 

It was an arrangement that had served him well and one that he had no regrets about. Not only had he learned a lot about how to make a woman happy both in bed and out, he enjoyed the relaxed ease that came with a complete lack of responsibility for their emotional well-being. 

Well, not a complete lack. Most of the women he dated were friends so he did care about them to varying degrees. If they were upset he offered comfort and when they needed someone to help them change the oil in their car or fix a leaky sink he never hesitated. But he didn't have the weight of worrying that a stray glance at someone else's cleavage, a badly-timed smart ass comment, or a few unreturned calls were going to lead to tears and accusations.

Not only that, he didn't have to worry about who was going to get hurt when the shine wore off, which he knew it inevitably would. If either of them met someone else they were interested in, it wasn't a problem. If either of them got bored, they moved on. No hard feelings. 

With Cassie it was like he had that same relaxed ease with her because he didn't have to think so hard about taking her feelings into account. He just did it instinctively. Maybe it was because he'd known her for so long. That's what he told himself, anyway. After thinking of her for so long as a little sister it was just second nature to care about her; to be protective of her.




Just a Game Ch. 03



And damn, she was hot. There was something about her combination of shy hesitance and adventurous curiosity that really drove him crazy. He certainly enjoyed being with women who knew exactly what they were doing in bed and it was always gratifying to know he satisfied them, but this was something different altogether. 

The way her body responded so strongly to his touch, his voice, his body; knowing he was the only one that could make her feel that way...it was a powerful rush. And the way she opened up to him, trusted him, let him see parts of her she'd never shared with anyone else; it made him feel...well, something he didn't quite have words for. 

...

Cass was way too excited about going over to Gabe's house that night, but she couldn't help it. The idea of having the whole evening to themselves, taking their time, not worrying about who might see or hear them, was enough to have her whimpering in anticipation. Lord, her insides turned to jelly just thinking about the things he did to her. She had no idea it could be like that and they weren't even having sex.

Of course it hadn't taken long for her to change her mind about that rule. The first night, in fact, she'd realized she was going to have to break it. She didn't say anything because there was just something embarrassing about giving in so soon, but if he could make her feel that good with just his fingers and his mouth she wanted...no, she needed to know what sex with him would be like. Unfortunately they hadn't had much of a chance to be alone together since then, so she hadn't told him. Yet.

Her face got hot just thinking about it, but he'd made it clear he wanted her to tell him what she wanted so she was going to tell him and she wasn't going to act all embarrassed about it when she did. She'd just have to fake the confidence she didn't feel. It was actually pretty easy to pretend not to be shy with him, since nothing she did seemed to shock or disturb him. In fact, he seemed to get off on the things that would normally embarrass her most.

She'd never been so mortified and aroused at the same time as she was earlier when he asked her to go to her room and...well. Doing something like that in the broad daylight, knowing he was sitting in the next room perfectly aware of what she was doing...god, just thinking about it had her blushing painfully. But she'd never made herself feel so good before before, reaching for those heights she knew now she could get to and moaning his name over and over into a pillow she pressed to her face to keep quiet.

And then the way he looked at her afterward when she pressed that third finger to his lips nearly drove her right back over the edge again. He looked surprised, impressed...so incredibly turned on she thought he might push her up against the wall and just screw her right there on the spot. She giggled to herself at the thought that she might have let him, even with Aaron ten feet away through an open door.

That was the other thing that gave her the courage to tell him. He so clearly wanted it, too. She could see it in his eyes every time he looked at her. And tonight was their chance. She shivered in nervous anticipation and wondered what on earth she was going to do with herself in the hours until it was time to leave. 

She was a confused mix of nerves and excitement when she showed up at his house later that night. The expression on Gabe's face when he answered the door was enough to make her mind go blank; the confident smirk and dark look in his eyes telling her that he was just as excited as she was to have her all to himself. He hooked a finger in the waistband of her jeans and pulled her into the house as he pushed the door closed. 

"I'm gonna make you scream," he said, his voice so low and full of promise that she shivered in his arms and completely forgot her carefully planned out script.

He had done it, too. He teased her for ages, kissing her all over her body as he slowly undressed her, then proceeded to bring her to the edge of climax over and over, ignoring first her pleas then her curses when he left her hanging every time. 

Finally, with her body strung so tight it felt like a bow string about to snap, he pushed her over the edge and sent her hurtling into a mind-blowing orgasm. It felt like it went on forever with his mouth never letting up and his fingers deep inside her pushing her back up every time she started to come down. 

Her throat was hoarse by the time she caught her breath so despite the fact that she didn't remember screaming, she believed him when he chuckled and arrogantly whispered "told ya" in her ear.

It was amazing, but it only solidified her desire for more. As she drifted down from the heights all she could think about was wrapping her legs around his hips and feeling him sink deep inside her. Her breath came short again at the mere thought of it and before she even realized what she was doing she spoke. 

"Gabe, I want you."

"I'm right here, babe," he said with a laugh as he brushed his lips along her collarbone.

"No, I mean...I want you." Her hand found his erection through his pants and traveled the length of it, his sharp hiss of breath bringing a smile to her face. It was such an incredible thrill to know she could affect him like that. "Inside me. Right now."

He blinked at her in surprise and the expression on his face would have made her giggle if her naked body hadn't been so tightly pressed against him. 

"What about-"

"Screw the rules." She pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs, trailing her fingernails lightly down his chest and stomach until she got to the waistband of his jeans. He made a rumbling noise in his throat and his eyes drifted shut. "I made them. I can break them." 

She leaned down to kiss his neck as she undid the button and zipper and pushed his jeans down over his hips. With her heart beating in her throat she moved to position herself over him, but at the last second he grabbed her hips and pushed them away.

"Hold on now, let's stop and think about this. Are you sure that's what you really waooooh fuck." 

His head fell back and his fingers dug into the bedspread as she bent down and sealed her lips around the head of his dick, sucking hard. She swirled her tongue around the tip a few times before sinking lower, tugging his jeans further down as she took him deeper into her mouth.

The noises he made were encouraging so she continued, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, sucking and licking in what she hoped was a pleasurable way. She'd done this plenty of times, but never really felt like she knew what she was doing. None of the guys had ever complained, but none of them said she was particularly good at it either or told her what they liked or didn't like about it. Most of what she knew came from listening to Jill and Avery talk. 

After a couple of minutes she lifted her head, letting him slip from her mouth, but kept stroking him with her hand.

"Fuck. Cassie don't stop, baby."

A shiver shot down her spine. She loved it when he called her Cassie. 

"I know what I want, Gabe. What do you want?" 

His only response was a long, low groan. She maintained a slow, steady rhythm, a sly smile stealing across her face when his hips started thrusting up to meet her hand. 

"Do you want me?" she whispered, surprised at how husky her voice was. Apparently she could pull off this confidence thing pretty well; she sounded downright seductive even to her own ears.

His eyes opened into slits as he looked up at her. "Do you really need to ask me that with my dick about to explode in your face?"

The smile faltered the tiniest bit on her face. "You just stopped me from screwing you."

Before she knew what was happening Gabe grabbed her wrists and pulled her up so she was stretched out on top of him. His hips flexed and they both moaned at the feeling of his shaft sliding along her wet folds. 

"Ask me that question again," he whispered, running his hand down her back to press against her ass, pushing her tighter against him as he lifted his hips again.

She couldn't hold back the loud moan, it almost felt like he was inside her, he was so hot and hard against her sensitive flesh. 

"Ask me," he demanded, his fingers digging into her ass, holding her tight to him.

"Do you want me?" This time it came out more breathy and pleading, but she hardly noticed given what he said next.

"Babe, I want to roll you over right this second, bury my dick inside you, and fuck you so hard you can't walk tomorrow." His voice was strained and he had a pained expression on his face as he sat up with her in his lap. "But I don't think either of us should make that decision in the heat of the moment." 

"I'm not. I've thought about it," she assured him. His messy hair was hanging in his face and she couldn't help running her fingertips through it to smooth it back. He looked up and locked eyes with her.

"Have you?" 

"Yes."

"Did you bring condoms?"

She looked at him blankly for a moment and realized that he was right. She hadn't really thought it through in that sense at all. Condoms had never occurred to her, but he didn't know that and his condescending tone pissed her off. 

"I assumed you would have condoms stashed somewhere in your lair here." She gestured at his old bedroom, still decorated like it had been in high school with Bruce Lee posters and pictures of half-naked women covering the walls.

"And you suddenly decided you're not worried about all the other strings that come with sex? The...less practical ones?"

"No, I'm not."

His eyes narrowed and he stared searchingly at her for a moment before he took her face between his hands. Her heart pounded as he slowly moved in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, not quite touching her lips. He did it again on the other side, but this time he darted his tongue against her skin, sending goose bumps scattering down her neck.

She was barely breathing. His nose brushed softly against hers and she could feel his breath across her own parted lips. Her heart pounded loud in her ears as she waited for his kiss. 

It didn't come. 

She opened her eyes to see his a few scant inches away, deep brown and staring into hers with an intensity that made her heart stop. Cass was a second away from closing the distance between them herself when her self-preservation kicked in. 

She couldn't. She'd be totally lost if she kissed him; her fragile sense of detachment completely shattered. That was why she'd made that rule in the first place. Her head dropped and she looked away with a sigh. His fingertips brushed her cheek and she looked up at him. 

"Think about it some more."

"It's not like we have a lot of time. Don't you go back to work in a few days?"

"Yeah, on the second. Still, we have time to think it through. What about New Year's Eve? That'd give us a couple of days and if we both still want to we could do it then." 

"We're having a party that night."

"I know, Aaron told me. It's perfect; no one will be paying attention to us and it won't be weird if I'm still there in the morning."

"Alright," she said, perking up a bit at his apparent acquiescence.

"Just one condition."

"Which is..." 

"I can't sleep with someone who's afraid to kiss me." 

There was a long pause while his words sunk in. When she didn't answer he touched her cheek again, trying to lift her face to his, but she wouldn't let him. 

"Cassie, if this is-"

"Don't. Please." 

Whatever it was he was about to say, she didn't want to go anywhere near that conversation. So far she'd been relatively successful at keeping things light and fun, but that required some strict self-discipline when it came to not thinking or talking about how she felt about him. She especially didn't want to talk about it with him. 

At the moment she didn't even want to look at him, afraid that if she did she'd see guilt in his eyes. Or worse...pity. Her fleeing eyes landed on his dick, still hard but definitely deflating, and the corners of her mouth twitched up in a little smile. 

"Okay," she said, reaching down between them to take him in hand again. The feel of her own wetness still on his shaft was enough to make her moan with him as she spread the slickness around and used it to speed her movements. "New Year's Eve. I'll meet you at midnight." 

She let her thumb slowly circle the head before stroking his length and it swelled back to life in her hand. When she finally looked up at him his eyes were closed, his mouth parted as he exhaled shakily. 

"Are you sure you want to wait?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

He fell back on the bed with a reluctant groan. "Yes. Now I'm begging you, do me a solid and finish what you started." 

Cass grinned as she continued to stroke him. "I'm not sure what you're referring to, you'll have to be more specific."

The dark look he gave her sent shivers down her spine. He lifted his body just enough wrap his hand around the back of her head and gently pushed her down until her lips were resting against the swollen tip of his dick. 

"I want you to suck on my cock until I come in your mouth," he said in a quiet voice. "Is that specific enough for you?" 

The rush of heat that flooded through her body shocked her more than his words and she nodded slowly, letting her lips brush gently over the silky skin. Gabe made a noise deep in his throat and pressed harder on the back of her head. She let him push her head down, taking him deep into her mouth.

She could taste the salty liquid leaking out and used her tongue to spread it around. She'd never let anyone come in her mouth before, but then no one had ever asked her to. Another low moan from Gabe as she sucked hard and swirled her tongue against him had her convinced. He'd done things for her she didn't even know were possible and, until now, hadn't really asked for much in return. She wanted to do this for him. 

With renewed determination she tried everything she could think of to please him. She knew he liked it when she squeezed him tight so she held on to the base of his dick with an iron fist, pumping in time with her bobbing head. She noticed his dick jumped in her hand when her tongue hit the little hole at the tip so she gave that some attention as well. But she got the best reaction when she let him go deep, almost far enough to make her gag. His back arched up and his fingers tightened painfully in her hair for just a second before he loosened his grip. 

"So good, baby. Take some more for me. Just a little deeper."

She kept going, surprised to find she could go a little further each time. He wasn't pushing on her head anymore, but his fingers were still tangled in her hair and his hips were rising up into her face. She pressed down and the tip of him slid into her throat, her eyes watering as she swallowed around him a few times before pulling away to catch her breath.

"Fuck! Yes. Just like that..."

His words trailed off into an unintelligible babble as she took him deep again. She heard a groan rip from his throat as his dick throbbed and a second later her mouth filled with hot liquid. She swallowed as fast as she could and another spurt hit the back of her throat. His hips bucked up and he let loose one last shot before relaxing, his hand falling from her hair.

Cass kept sucking a few more seconds and then ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft as she lifted her head away, smiling at the little shudder that shook his body. She stretched out beside him while he caught his breath, anxiety creeping in as he continued to lie there silently.

"Was that alright?" she finally asked.

A grin split his face and he lazily opened one eye to look at her. "Yeah babe, it was more than alright. Damn, I needed that so bad. You've had me sprung for days and my hand just wasn't doing it for me."

"Oh. Well, good. I've never done that before, I wasn't sure..." she trailed off as he opened both eyes and gave her a funny look.

"You've never given a blow job?"

"No! I mean, yes I've done that. Not a lot so I don't know how good I am at it. But I meant I've never...you know...swallowed."

"Ah." He smiled and closed his eyes again. "Well, don't worry. You sucked that dick like a pro."

"Shut up!" She punched his shoulder, laughing at him throwing her words back at her. 

"What? I'm just saying, you could have the most annoying voice in the world and I wouldn't even care."

"Seriously Gabe. You'd tell me if it was the lamest blow job ever, right?"

His lids lifted and he focused those dark eyes on her. "You have nothing to worry about Cassie. In case you couldn't tell, I enjoyed every second of it." 

He brushed a strand of hair back out of her face and let his fingers linger on her cheek for a moment before looking away and tucking both hands behind his head. 

"Besides, I wouldn't just lay back and let somebody give me a lame blow job. If you weren't doing it for me you'd have heard about it while it was happening."

"Like when you asked me to go deeper?"

He chuckled and shrugged unapologetically. "Well, that was more of a...friendly suggestion than a complaint."

Cass snorted and rolled her eyes. "So do most guys like it better if you let them...you know...in your mouth? Jill told me they do, but when I asked Trey he said it didn't matter."

"Then Trey is not only an idiot, he's a liar. He was just telling you what he thought you wanted to hear. No wonder he's no good in bed." There was a brief, awkward pause before he rolled toward her and propped himself on one elbow. "I'm sorry, that was rude."

"It's okay.

"No it's not. The least I could do is answer your question. Yes, most guys like it when you let them come in your mouth. A lot. But not if you don't like it. And since it was the first time you did it a more important question would be: what did you think about it?"

"It wasn't as gross as I thought it would be." 

"Now there's a glowing recommendation," he said with a grin. "Did it turn you off or was it not-gross enough that you'd do it again?"

She thought for a second and gave him a shy smile. "Yeah, I'd do it again, but I think it depends on the guy. Most of the other times I've given blow jobs I didn't really get anything out of it. You made it more...enjoyable. I got way more into it than I usually do." Her shy smile turned coy. "It was actually pretty hot watching you squirm like that."

"Yeah?"

"And the way you talked to me and held my hair..."

"Yeah?" His voice dropped low again and he leaned in close, giving her a sexy grin. "Did you like that?"

"Yeah."

"Did it make you wet?" He slid his hand up her thigh and she gasped as he found the answer to that question for himself.

Cass ended up staying at Gabe's much later than she meant to. Late enough that his mom got back from her date with her boyfriend and Cass had to wait and sneak out after she'd gone to bed. She walked home through the deserted suburban streets, taking the same route she'd walked a million times over the years coming home from Jill's. She knew every house, every shrub, every crack in the sidewalk. But somehow everything looked different at two-thirty in the morning. 

As she walked across the dew-damp grass in her front yard she sent Gabe a text to let him know she made it home alright; he'd threatened to come looking for her if she didn't. The minute she walked in the door she knew she was in trouble. Aaron was still up; she could hear him laughing in the kitchen. 

Her instinct was to escape up the stairs, but she decided that might look suspicious. She should at least go in there to say goodnight. He didn't know where she'd been all night so as long as she didn't act guilty she should be fine.

She walked into the kitchen and was only slightly startled to see two other guys there with him. She vaguely recognized them from high school, but couldn't remember their names. The three of them were obviously drunk and nearing the end of their night. One guy looked like he was about to pass out where he stood.




Just a Game Ch. 03



"Look who's home. Where have you been so late little sister?" Aaron asked with a wide grin.

"Out." She nudged Aaron out of the way to get to the fridge for a bottle of water.

"What a coincidence, we've been out too."

"You better hope she ain't been out doing what you've been out doing," the more coherent of the guys said with a leer.

"Shut the fuck up, man," Aaron retorted.

"What? I'm just saying. The way you were grinding on that girl at the bar-" 

"I said shut the fuck up." 

Aaron looked annoyed, but Cass snorted. She was about to make a comment about how quickly he got over Shelly when the really drunk guy stirred and shifted closer to her, startling her.

"Can't blame you, man. That girl had a juicy ass," the guy slurred. 

He was speaking to Aaron, but his eyes were on Cass and she didn't like the way they were raking over her body. She'd just started to move away from him when he reached out and grabbed her butt.

"Not as juicy as this one, though."

She slapped his hand away at the same second that Aaron grabbed the neck of his shirt and slammed him up against the refrigerator, his fist drawn back ready to strike. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" 

"Aaron, don't hit him." Cass backed away, unsure what to do, but certain a drunken fight in the kitchen wouldn't turn out well for anyone. "Come on, calm down. He didn't hurt me."

Aaron glanced at her, his angry scowl lightening a bit, and lowered his fist. "I'll tear that hand off if it touches my sister again, do you hear me mother fucker? Dave, call a cab to take you and this dickhead home."

Dave looked offended. "I thought you said we could crash here."

When the glare turned on him Dave quickly pulled his phone out and started looking for the number for a cab. Aaron let go of the drunk guy's shirt violently enough that he staggered and nearly fell over, but Aaron didn't seem concerned. With a firm hand on Cass's back he guided her out of the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry about that, Cass."

"It's alright. It's not the first time some drunk guy has grabbed my ass, it probably won't be the last."

"Yeah well, it won't be that guy. You won't see him around here again."

"Aaron, I'm fine. You don't have to do that."

"The fuck I don't. You don't deserve to be treated like that in your own home and that asshole should know better than to mess with you, anyway." 

She sighed, knowing better than to try and argue with Aaron when his mind was made up, and went up to bed. Her thoughts as she fell asleep were mixed. She was still basking in the afterglow of her amazing night with Gabe, but after what happened downstairs she was feeling suddenly anxious and a little bit guilty. She hadn't really thought about it before, but she'd really put Gabe in a difficult position and it was only going to get more precarious. 

If Aaron found out about them...well, Aaron just couldn't find out about them. 

...

Cass shivered and shook her head to clear away the memory of that night. She stood in front of the mirror adjusting her shirt. It was one she never would have bought it for herself, but it was a Christmas present from Jill and she had to admit it looked really good on her. The emerald green silk hung loose to her hips, but the wide, deep-scooped neck made it cling to her curves invitingly as long as she could keep her boobs from falling out. With her tight dark jeans and just a touch of makeup she thought she looked pretty damn hot and her heart beat faster in anticipation of the evening. 

She and Aaron were having a little New Years Eve party. Their parents would be home tomorrow, so they didn't plan anything huge, but they both wanted to catch up with old classmates who were in town for the holidays and decided that it would be safer for both them and their friends to have everyone get together at their house rather than going out somewhere. As happy as she was to see everyone though, she had to admit that wasn't really what she was excited about. 

She and Gabe hadn't really even had a chance to speak to each other since that night she'd gone to his house. With Shelly gone, Aaron was around all the time and Gabe was in and out, but she suspected he might be avoiding her. Or if not actively avoiding her, he wasn't making any effort to sneak around and get her alone the way he had that first couple of days. 

It was alright with her, since she'd determined not to take such risks with him after what had happened that night with Aaron's other friend, but as far as she knew Gabe didn't know anything about that so she couldn't help but wonder why he was distancing himself.

She didn't think he was upset with her. He didn't act cold or awkward when he was there; he joked around and teased her just like normal. And a few times she caught him staring at her and he winked and gave her a secretive smile. 

The day before she'd walked in the front door and ran right into him as he was about to head up the stairs. He looked like a deer caught in headlights and started to turn and continue up the stairs, but she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him into the living room. 

"Is everything alright?" she asked quietly.

His expression softened and he wrapped his arms around her. Her hands slid automatically up his sides under his t-shirt. His skin was warm and soft and she couldn't help following his ribs around to his back and pulling him closer as he breathed into her hair.

"Yeah, of course. Are you still thinking?" he asked in a low whisper as he kissed along the column of her neck.

"I told you my mind was already made up," she said, pulling back to look him in the eye so he knew she meant it. "Are you still thinking?"

His gaze remained locked with hers. "I can't stop." 

With a frustrated groan he let his arms slip away and damn near ran out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time while Cass stood there wondering what the hell he meant by that. But despite his vague words, the way he looked at her made it pretty clear he wasn't going to change his mind so she felt confident that they were still on.

And now it was almost time for the party and she was a crazy mixture of excited anticipation and anxious nerves. She wasn't going to back out, no question about that, but the vague ache underneath the excitement told her she had reason to worry. 

She was falling for him. Or falling harder. Her crush before had been pure fantasy, leftover teenage hormones. Now that they had spent time together, talked, actually got to know each other as adults and not memories of kids who didn't exist anymore, she realized she really did like him. He was more thoughtful than she'd ever given him credit for, given his general goofiness, and his views on relationships had actually made quite an impression on her. 

They had fun together, and not just when they were naked. He joked with her and, even better, laughed when she teased him back. When they talked he actually listened as if what she had to say was important and responded like he honestly wanted her to understand his point of view. It was refreshing. 

Most of the guys she dated, even her boyfriends, treated her like something fragile; like they had to say exactly the right thing, be exactly the right person that she wanted them to be. She'd always assumed that's just the way it naturally was between people in the beginning and to a degree she knew she did it herself. You act the part of the perfect partner long enough to get them hooked and then you could gradually start being yourself again, hoping neither of you lost interest. 

But it wasn't like that with Gabe. He didn't pretend. He was honest with her even if he knew she wasn't going to like it and on some level that made her feel secure. She knew where she stood with him. Well, on most things. There was that whole unspoken conversation they'd never had about her feelings, but she was pretty sure he let that go for her sake. Because he didn't want to hurt her. Because he...cared about her? 

Yes. He did seem to care about her. And it was okay to admit that to herself as long as she remembered there were limits. He treated her like a friend. A close friend he cared about. A close friend he cared about and just happened to be sexually attracted to; at least attracted enough to enjoy some physical recreation with for a while.

She groaned to herself. It was going to be hard to walk away from him after this week, but tonight wasn't going to change that. She'd already fallen; she figured she might as well get everything she could out of it before it ended. With a final tug at her shirt and a deep breath to calm her nerves she headed downstairs to make the final preparations for the party.

Several hours later Cass found herself wandering into the kitchen feeling mildly tipsy and a little nervous. Midnight was approaching and the house was full of people. They were mostly friends from high school, but between Cass and Aaron they spanned several years' worth of classmates, many of whom hadn't seen each other in ages and some of whom she didn't know at all. It wasn't a rowdy party, but most people were pleasantly buzzed so it was noisy and there was a lot of laughter. 

Jill and Avery were in the kitchen talking, but they stopped when she walked in, which immediately made her suspicious.

"What's up?"

"Nothing," Avery said.

"Aves is pouting," Jill replied.

"What are you pouting about?"

"Nothing," Avery insisted.

"Aaron's been hanging all over some girl all night," Jill reported

"Jill would you shut up?" Avery looked annoyed and that was surprising because she rarely got annoyed.

"Oh yeah, that girl he met at the bar the other night," Cass said with a nod of understanding. "Aves, why are you even thinking about it? You don't want to be his New Year's booty call slash rebound from Shelly anyway, do you?"

"Exactly! That's what I've been trying to tell her," Jill said, giving Cass an approving nod.

They stopped talking and all took sips of their respective beverages as a five or six people walked through the kitchen and out through the garage door. 

"I just can't believe he hooked up with someone else so fast. It doesn't seem fair. I never get my shot," Avery said with a sigh.

"Those girls aren't getting a shot either. They're just filling an empty slot."

Jill looked at Cass with a raised eyebrow, but Avery sighed again. "I don't know what that means, but I wouldn't mind getting my slot filled right now. God, it's been ages."

"It means if you ever want a chance at something real with him you don't want to be just another notch in his belt. Believe me, I know," Jill said. 

Cass opened her mouth to ask what Jill meant, but closed it again as another group of people came through on the way to the garage. "Where are all these people going?" she asked instead, moving to follow them.

"Don't go out there." Jill said with a hand on her arm. "Plausible deniability, my friend. If the cops show you have no idea why the entire garage smells like weed."

"What?" Cass headed toward the garage door, but Avery stopped her. 

"She's right. Unless you want a hit you should just stay out of there." 

"Why don't you go get your boy toy and find somewhere to play?" Jill asked with an evil grin.

"What are you talking about?" Cass felt her face getting warm as Avery and Jill stared at her with amused expressions.

Avery grinned and shook her head. "You haven't been this relaxed in..."

"Ever." Jill finished. "We're not stupid, Cass. It's obvious somebody's giving it to you good and it's not hard to guess who, given the potential candidates." 

Cass just stared, speechless. She thought she'd been so careful. Her surprise that her friends had figured out what was going on was tempered only by her relief that Jill was at least making an attempt to quiet her drunk-voice.

"Don't worry. I don't think anyone else has picked up on it," Avery added.

"We didn't even figure it out until I gave you that vibrator the other day and you just laughed. I was so disappointed. I expected a much more dramatic reaction. I've seen you blush harder at tampon commercials." 

Cass laughed again at the memory of opening the gift in the middle of lunch at their favorite Mexican restaurant. It was true; she hadn't been nearly as embarrassed as she normally would have been. She shoved it quickly back into the bag before anyone saw, but all she was really thinking was that she hoped Gabe would come over that night, since she wasn't sure she'd know what to do with all the switches and dials. Unfortunately he spent that entire day with his mom so she didn't see him. She'd ended up trying it out by herself that night and didn't have any problem figuring out exactly what to do with it.

"So how is it?" Avery asked, her eyes twinkling. "Are all your fantasies coming true?"

"Well, I don't know about all my fantasies, but oh my god y'all." She burst out in giggles with a couple of tears of relief at finally being able to share the monumental turn of events with her best friends. "That's all I can really say. Oh. My. God."

"Yeah," Jill said with a sigh. "I figured he'd know what to do with you."

"So are you guys..." Avery trailed off as a group of Aaron's classmates walked through the kitchen on the way to the garage. "Are you, like, together or what?"

"No, we're just having fun. Purely physical." 

"That can be cool," Jill said approvingly.

"Is it cool? Are you okay with that?" Avery asked.

Cass thought about the question just long enough that her friends knew the truth. "I'm not complaining."

"I bet you're not," Jill said, her eyes resting on something over Cass' shoulder. 

Cass turned to see Gabe saunter into the kitchen and tried to suppress a smile. She'd caught a few glimpses of him tonight, but this was the first chance she'd had to speak to him. He was clean shaven, for once, with his hair pulled back almost neatly into a short ponytail and he was wearing nice jeans with a plaid button up, which for him counted as dressed up. He made no effort to hide his grin as he sidled up to the three girls and even gave her a wink. 

"You ladies look like you're up to no good. What are you whispering about?"

"Top secret. We can't tell you, we'd have to kill you," Avery said.

"Hm," he intoned, looking from one to the other of them with a thoughtful expression on his face. When he got to Cass he grinned mischievously. "Better not tell me, then. Someone promised me a kiss at midnight and I don't want to miss it."

Cass dropped her eyes to the floor, trying to ignore the flush in her cheeks. For a second she wondered if he was annoyed that her friends obviously knew about what was going on between them, but he seemed to be more amused than bothered.

"Oh really?" Jill asked suggestively. "And who might that be, I wonder?"

"I can't tell you, I'd have to kill you."

"The fact that you're in the kitchen with us when the real party is out in the garage tells me all I need to know," Jill said with a tipsy giggle.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I only came in here because somebody told me I'd find something sweet to eat in the kitchen," Gabe replied, his face a picture of blank innocence.

Jill burst out laughing and Avery turned red and choked on a sip of beer while Cass just stood there looking at them like they were crazy. 

"And did you?" Jill asked.

"Hell yes I did. Sweetest I've ever had. I can't wait to have some more." His eyes slid back to her and the heat in his gaze had Cass turning red again as she realized that whatever he was talking about had something to do with her. He finally broke eye contact to glance over at the clock on the stove. 

"Well, it's almost midnight. I guess I better get a move on if I don't want to be late." He took a couple of steps backward, his eyes never leaving hers, before he turned to walk out of the room.

"Is it just me or is it really hot in here all the sudden?" Avery asked, fanning herself with her hand.

"If you don't follow that man in the next ten seconds, I'm going to," Jill said, boring holes in his back with her eyes.

"I don't think it would do you much good the way he was looking at Cass," Avery murmured. "I'm pretty sure she's the only woman on earth as far as he's concerned.

Cass's mouth was dry and she was still staring after the spot where Gabe had disappeared, paying no attention to what her friends were saying or the knowing look they exchanged. Her feet were moving before she spoke. "I'm just going to...um...yeah. Don't wait up." 

She gave her friends a final grin and walked into the dining room where several people she graduated with were standing around grazing on snacks. After a few minutes she extricated herself from the conversation and walked through the foyer, peeking in the living room to see two couples making out on the couch, but no Gabe. A throat cleared behind her and she turned and saw him leaning against the rail at the top of the stairs looking down at her. He gave her that bone-melting grin again and disappeared from view.

With a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching Cass hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. The second she was inside he had her up against the door, locking it behind her. His lips brushed across her cheek, placing soft kisses here and there. He trailed them along her jaw and paused for a moment near her mouth before moving to the other cheek and doing the same thing. When he started to suck and nibble his way down her neck, Cass shivered and slid her fingers into his hair, stilling him long enough to get her pounding heart under control.

He pulled back and looked at her with a heated expression. "You ready to break some rules?"

"I'm definitely ready." She hoped her voice sounded more confident than she felt because she was pretty sure her stomach was about to flutter right out of her body. "I thought you might back out, though. You've been avoiding me all night."

"Not a chance." His fingers trailed slowly down her neck and chest to hover between her breasts, leaving a tingling path on her skin. "You just look so gorgeous tonight I had to keep leaving the room when you walked in because I was afraid someone would notice that I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

Cass laughed nervously and tried to ignore the fact that he could surely see the blush creeping up her neck. "Sorry about Jill and Avery. They guessed and I didn't want to lie to them."

"I don't mind." He lifted his eyes from where his fingers were resting to her face, fixing her with a searching look. "Does it bother you that they know?"

She shook her head, but before she could answer they were both startled by the sound of cheering downstairs and then the collective shouts of "Ten! Nine! Eight!"

"I guess that's our cue," she said, meeting his eye.

"Five! Four! Three!"

"Happy New Year, Cassie." His hand slid along her cheek, his thumb gliding softly over her bottom lip.

"Happy New Year."

His lips were warm and so soft and he teased her with a few gentle brushes before pressing them firmly against her mouth. The muffled chorus of Auld Lange Syne was drowned out by the pounding blood in her ears as his tongue flattened against her bottom lip, gliding smoothly over it before pulling it into his mouth, sucking it gently. 

When she parted her lips and slid her tongue along his top lip it was like she flipped a switch. Suddenly his gentle kiss turned demanding, his tongue slipped into her mouth as his hand came up to bury itself in her hair. Cass matched his eagerness, sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck, lifting up on her toes to press herself closer to him.

Gabe devoured her lips like he was starving, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth, sucking, licking, and biting. She moaned against his lips and wondered what she'd been so afraid of. If she'd known he kissed like this she never would have come up with that stupid rule. 




Just a Game Ch. 03



Pete paced around the apartment for most of Sunday afternoon, unable to turn his mind to anything other than his roommate's imminent return. He was keyed up, nervous, and horny as hell, like a teenager planning on losing his virginity at prom. His manic movements occasionally agitated Dean's cats, and several times he tripped over one of them. He finally filled their bowl with kibble to get them out of his way, and resumed pacing.

The notification of an incoming text message made his heart and his cock leap. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the message. It was, of course, from Dean.

[At drugstore now, getting provisions. Ur fucktoy is almost home. 15 min at most. Everything we planned, it's almost time. Excited??? ;)]

Pete's thumbs moved frantically over his phone's keyboard. [Fuck ya I'm excited, omg dean seriously I've never been so horny in my life]

[Same here lol, it's not easy to walk around!!]

Pete grinned widely. [Hot haha... 

[lololol all the ballsacks back at u 

[Cant wait sailor]

Pete wandered into the bedroom and flopped down on his bed. He rolled onto his side and hugged his pillow to his chest, breathing hard as his heart pounded with dizzying speed. He slid the pillow down and humped it a few times aggressively.

Never would he have expected to be lusting after a dude. The intensity of his desire was overwhelming. The image of Dean in that little Japanese schoolgirl outfit was burned into his consciousness. The curves of his ass beneath that skirt... his hard-on barely concealed.

And lipstick. Dean would wear slutty red lipstick, just for him.

Pete didn't understand why he found all of this so sexy, but he was relieved to finally be embracing it. If Dean hadn't been so eager to meet his desires, he might have remained in denial indefinitely.

He heard the rattle of the lock and instantly rolled out of bed, hurrying to the entrance hallway just as the door was opening. Pete felt an instant attack of nerves and nearly turned to flee, but then Dean stepped in, lugging his big duffel bag and jingling his keys, and paused to stare at him. They both stood frozen for several excruciating moments, and then chuckled apprehensively.

"Hey," Dean said softly. His semi-Japanese eyes were large, dark, and gleaming behind his glasses.

"Hey," Pete replied, glancing over him. In his fantasies Dean had stepped through the door in costume, but he supposed that didn't make sense, being that he had just come from the drugstore. He was in normal street clothes.

"I... still have to get ready," Dean said, smiling somewhat bashfully as he finally shut the door behind him and kicked off his shoes.

"Yeah, um... do you want me to do anything?" Pete shifted his weight from foot to foot and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I mean... I showered for like, half an hour this morning, so...."

They both laughed again.

"You're fine--you're great," Dean replied. "Just... get comfy and wait for me..." His voice grew softer and trailed off as he spoke, and he chuckled once more, his cheeks darkening. His eyes dropped. "I guess this was a lot less awkward when we were texting, hey?"

"Fuck... yeah... this is kinda weird." Pete fidgeted.

Dean frowned a little. "Do you still... want to do this...?" he ventured hesitantly. "I certainly won't be mad if you wanted to back out. I know we got a bit carried away this weekend with the texts."

"Oh no, no--I mean, yeah, I still want to!" Pete said quickly, finding it hard to breathe between words. "I meant... good weird, I guess." He gave Dean a lopsided smile and inhaled deeply. "Um, are you still up for it? I don't want to... make you do anything."

"Pete," Dean said softly. "I... want you to make me do things. That's what I want."

Pete shivered. "O-okay." He paused, licking his lips. "Dean, it's okay if we... don't tell anyone about this, right? Like... if you're gay or something I don't want to make you feel embarrassed about it, but...." He paused and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, finding it a struggle to gather his thoughts coherently. "But like... if Tony or any of the other guys found out about this...."

"I know--it's okay," Dean assured him. "I wouldn't know how to explain this to anyone either. This is... our thing. Just between us." He smiled.

Pete grinned back at him. "Awesome. Okay... I'll just... wait for you in bed I guess...?"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll get all ready for you here in the bathroom." He hefted up his bag and smiled even wider. "Oh--hang on one sec! The stuff I got...."

Dean pulled a plastic drugstore bag out of his duffel and stepped forward to hand it over. Pete was strangely careful not to let their hands touch as he took the bag. He glanced inside--it was loaded mainly with different varieties of condoms and lube. "Whoa," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I didn't know what you'd like best," Dean replied, blushing again. "Oh, wait!"

He took the bag back and rummaged through the contents, coming up with a handful of makeup. "These I'll need."

Pete regained the bag and grinned after him as he headed into the bathroom. "Dean!" he exclaimed suddenly.

Dean turned around expectantly, peeking around the doorframe.

"For old time's sake...?" Pete tugged his pants down a little and flashed his roommate. His hard-on sprung up comically. "Gotcha."

Dean burst into laughter and instantly looked much more relaxed. "Yeah... you got me, Pete." He winked and disappeared into the bathroom, uncharacteristically shutting the door behind him.

Pete sat down on his bed and waited anxiously, now and then rubbing at the bulge that tented his pants. He glanced around the room and sighed. It was fairly messy--dirty clothes were scattered all over. Situation normal for the bedroom they shared. Pete felt suddenly remorseful that he hadn't done anything special to welcome Dean home. A half-assed bedroom tidy seemed a bit pathetic as recompense for sexual servicing, but it was something. He got up and started stuffing clothes into a hamper. It passed some of the time while he waited. He spent the rest of the time rummaging through the drugstore bag's contents.

Finally Pete heard Dean's footsteps in the hall--distinctive footsteps that indicated he was wearing those shiny red hooker boots. He tossed the plastic bag onto the small table next to his bed and breathed deeply.

Dean appeared in the doorway, standing tall in his high-heeled boots. He was obviously aroused, as the short skirt of his Sailor Moon costume was sticking up in front. He'd meticulously applied elegant eye makeup, and his lips were ripe and glossy with a coat of intense red lipstick that was every bit as whorish as Pete had hoped.

"How do I look?" Dean asked, batting his eyelashes and smirking a little.

"Oh... hot," Pete breathed. "C'mere."

Dean strode over, swinging his hips, and stood in front of him. His cheeks were dark with lustful anticipation, needing no artificial blush. He slid a hand over his erection, pulling the fabric of his skirt tight around it to emphasize its silhouette.

"Mmm..." Pete sighed, lifting his hands to touch Dean. He hesitated. This seemed harder to initiate in person, and sober.

"Go on," Dean urged. "Whatever you want. Anything--I'm here for anything you want. I don't want you to be embarrassed or shy."

Pete smiled and blushed a little. He took a deep breath and tried to say what was on his mind, but it was a struggle to articulate the sort of filthy talk their recent texts had been filled with. "Fucktoy," he finally whispered, feeling suddenly liberated at being able to say it out loud. His smile widened and he placed his hands on Dean's hips.

"Yes!" Dean agreed enthusiastically, shifting closer to him. "Go on--play."

Pete slid his hands up and down his sides, and across his chest and belly. He noticed Dean was trembling a little.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Pete asked, pausing. "You're shaking."

"Never been okayer," Dean assured him, placing his hands on top of Pete's and pressing them firmly. "It's just... overwhelming. In the best way. Pete... I'm so happy right now."

Pete made eye contact with him. As he drew in deep breaths and exhaled slowly, he realized he was shaking a little himself. "Me too."

Dean sighed contentedly and leaned into his touch as Pete's hands roamed over him. They finally slid down his thighs, past the hem of the skirt, and then back up on bare flesh. Pete's hands reached around and gripped his naked ass, squeezing firmly.

"Turn around."

Dean turned, and he also bent over a little, granting Pete a generous glimpse of his lower cheeks. Pete groaned with pleasure and continued to run his hands all over that tempting flesh.

"Your legs are so fucking smooth!" he exclaimed. "Did you shave?"

"Waxed," Dean chuckled. "Missy helped me. For the cosplay, right? I'm nothing if not committed. You were maybe too drunk to notice last week." He paused, once again pressing closer to Pete's roaming hands. "Do you like it? It hurt like hell, but I'll do it for you. Like, anytime. If you like me like this... I'll do it for the rest of my life."

Pete's hands continued to stroke up and down his smooth thighs, now and then grabbing his behind. "Mmm... so sexy," he marvelled softly. It hit him abruptly what Dean had just said, and his hands paused. "For the rest of your life? What--? What do you think this is?"

Dean turned around quickly, looking stricken and regretful. "I'm sorry--I didn't mean to freak you out," he said quickly. "I'm not trying to lock you into anything here. You have no obligations to me. I just want to... please you. And if having me just tonight pleases you, or for a few months, or forever... that's what I want. Don't worry about me getting my hopes up--I understand you'll probably want a girlfriend at some point, and I'm totally willing to back off, okay? So don't worry. This is... whatever you want it to be, and nothing more."

Pete studied him, at a loss to understand Dean's willingness to put himself completely at another's mercy. It scared him quite a lot to be handed this much control. "Don't you want a girlfriend too?" he finally asked.

Dean shrugged uncaringly. "No, I don't think so. Not anymore. I'm really content right now." He sank down to his knees and grabbed at the waistband of Pete's pants. His big, dark eyes looked unflinchingly into his companion's. "Okay, Pete. I'm gonna suck you off, like we planned. I'm gonna pleasure you just the way you like it... and then if you're up for it, you can fuck me. That's the plan at present. Tomorrow morning if you decide you want to continue with this arrangement, or pretend it never happened, or just take things one day at a time, it's all in your hands. Why don't you just let me take your pants off, and focus on the now?"

"Mmm..." Pete murmured, staring down at him from beneath drowsy eyelids. Everything Dean said reached him only vaguely through a dreamy haze of sex. All he could seem to focus on was Dean's brightly painted lips. "Right now... I just... want that sweet whore mouth on my cock," he huffed.

"Oh hell yes!" Dean growled, tugging harder at Pete's pants.

Pete shifted around to help him remove his pants and boxers, and soon he was stripped from the waist down. He felt a bit self-conscious, but he at least still had his shirt on, and his lust was well beyond control. "Come up here on the bed!" he said urgently, angling himself with care and patting a spot on the bed for Dean to settle. "I want you right here so I can see your ass in that mirror while you blow me."

"Yes, yes!" Dean agreed heatedly, crawling up on the bed and following Pete's instructions. He got on all fours and stuck his behind out, giving a glance over his shoulder to make sure it was pointed squarely at the mirror.

"Perfect--oh fuck, this is so, so perfect!" Pete gasped, glancing between the tempting reflection in the mirror and Dean's sexy mouth. He stroked himself until Dean's hand took over for his, firmly gripping the base of his hard tool. They met eyes and smirked at each other before Dean finally slipped the eagerly oozing tip of Pete's cock past his red lips. Pete's hips jerked immediately.

"Fuck!"

Dean furrowed his brow in passionate determination and took in the entire length of the shaft that his hand didn't cover. Pete gasped and twitched as Dean swirled his tongue around, tightened the grip of his lips and fist, and sucked enthusiastically. They made eye contact periodically. Pete kept his hands busy gripping the blanket beneath him, and divided his attention between watching the eager work of Dean's painted mouth, and the flawless shape of his ass in the mirror, sweetly framed by the perky skirt.

"Ohhh maaaannn..." Pete groaned. "You're so... hot right now. You're so... good at that. I might not last long...."

Dean lifted his head, releasing Pete's saliva-slick hard-on with a little *pop*. He smiled widely and took a few moments to catch his breath while his hand continued to tug and squeeze. His eyes seemed to have grown even darker--his pupils were dilated widely. "I love it!" he gushed, briefly drawing the tip of his tongue across the slit at the tip of Pete's cock. "You taste so good, and I love the way it feels. I'll do this for you as much as you want!"

"Sweet deal!" Pete gasped. "Hey, can you... lick me real good?"

Dean nodded and began licking his shaft and head in long, indulgent strokes. Pete made many approving noises and squirmed with pleasure.

"Okay, suck me now," Pete huffed, becoming more comfortable giving directives. "Suck my dick... you good little whore!"

Dean grinned hugely before taking as much of Pete's cock into his mouth as he could manage and sucking earnestly. Pete thrust into his mouth a little. Dean gagged a few times but continued with eager determination, giving Pete a little nod to indicate all was well.

"So close," Pete moaned after a few minutes of this. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Fuck, take it all... naughty little... cumslut!" He broke off with a deep growl and then dropped his jaw and exclaimed out a mixture of profanity and complete nonsense.

Dean braced himself against the mattress and tried his best to keep his mouth sealed around Pete as his hips jerked in the throes of a powerful orgasm. He managed not to gag and swallowed repeatedly as his mouth filled with surge after surge of hot fluid. When Pete had calmed, Dean licked him slowly a few more times, and then kissed the tip of his cock over and over. His lips were still bright red, though a bit smudged, and extra plump from the exertion.

"Dean?"

"Mm-hm?"

"Awesome. Fucking awesome."

Dean beamed proudly and propped himself back up on all fours like an expectant pet.

Pete finally sat up a little and examined his package. "Not much of the lipstick came off!"

"I looked for one that was supposed to stay on really well," Dean chuckled. "It was pretty expensive."

Pete smiled. "You're really spoiling me." He touched Dean's cheek with a sort of experimental affection, and then brushed his fingers through his hair. Dean pressed against his touch, nuzzling his hand. It was a particularly unusual experience for Pete, but he found it pleasant. His warm, post-orgasmic haze made him feel extra friendly, and he beckoned Dean closer. Dean crawled up beside him and gazed down at him with puppy-like adoration. Pete couldn't resist hugging him close to his side.

"We can cuddle a bit if you want," Pete mumbled languidly.

"Don't do me any favours," Dean said teasingly, squeezing his plump middle. "Do you want to cuddle me?"

"Mmm... yeah, I kinda do."

Dean grinned. "My Pete. Big Pete. Delicious Pete. Did I give you a good cum?"

"Damn, seriously--might have been my best ever. Top three at minimum. Legendary cum. You're a good little cocksucker."

Dean nuzzled him gleefully and reached down to fondle his now softening tool. "Thanks. Think you might have another in you tonight?"

Pete resisted giggling at Dean's handling of his hypersensitive organ and reached down to stop the action of his hand. Instead of pushing it away, he ended up holding onto it. "I might. If you're a good little sailor, you can get me hard all over again."

Dean squeezed his hand and snuggled closer. "I hope so," he whispered. "I love being able to turn you on. It's the best feeling in the world."

Pete sighed, still baffled by Dean's interest in him. "You're a freaky little weirdo." He tousled his hair. "But... I like you."

Dean processed this for a few moments. "You'd like anyone who gave you free blowjobs, wouldn't you?"

"No, Dean, I...." He took a breath and nudged Dean until he made eye contact. "I... I like you." Pete emphasized the word "like", looking at him steadily.

Dean lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "I like you too, Petey!" he gushed.

Pete felt heat flood into his cheeks. "All right, enough of this sappy shit," he chuckled. "Time to put on a little show for me." He rolled Dean onto his back and sat up. "Show me how you like to play with yourself. Be all sexy for me."

Dean smiled dreamily. He wrapped both hands around his still firm erection and began to stroke himself. "Lube?" he whispered.

"Which one you want?" Pete reached over to his bedside table and dug through the selection from the drugstore bag.

"Anything water-based, not silicone."

"How come?" Pete wondered, handing him a bottle.

Dean poured the clear, viscous liquid generously over his cock, and over his fingers before pressing them against his asshole, red boots splayed wide apart. "Because... my plug is silicone. Will you get it for me?" He blinked charmingly. "Drawer next to my bed. It's blue."

Pete had been mesmerized by Dean's actions, but after a few moments he hopped up and rummaged through the drawer. He picked up a blue rubbery thing that resembled a small, slender dildo with a tapered tip and a wide base, and dove back onto his bed. He settled between Dean's knees and pressed the silicone toy into his hand. Dean grinned and lifted his feet, resting the boots upon Pete's shoulders as he reached down to slide the plug slowly into his slicked-up opening.

"Oh..." Pete breathed as he watched the toy disappear inside him. He stroked the boots before sliding his hands up Dean's thighs, making him shudder pleasantly. "Yeah... that's... h-h-hot."

Dean grinned, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of crimson as his breaths quickened. He left the plug snugly tucked inside, with only the wider base protruding, leaving both of his hands free to fondle his cock. He settled into his accustomed technique of pumping the shaft with one fist, and teasing and twisting the head with his opposite hand. Now and then he reached down to tug on his balls with a little gasp.

Pete continued to stroke his thighs and watch raptly, finding this little show intensely arousing. Already he was more than halfway erect again. "You're so tasty-looking when you're beating off," he murmured. His eyes roamed over Dean's deftly moving hands and his cock, glistening and dripping with lube. His gaze traveled up to Dean's mouth, so passionately red, the lipstick only slightly smudged.

"Want to... help me a little?" Dean huffed. "Only... if you want."

"Maybe," Pete replied uncertainly. If Dean wanted a blowjob, he doubted he could deliver. "Depends what help."

Dean reached one hand down to the plug and tapped it with his fingers. "Push on that...?" He smiled sweetly.

Pete let one of Dean's legs drop to his side. He slid the hand that had been stroking his thigh up to the circle of blue silicone and pressed it gently with his thumb. Dean sucked in a breath, his smile widening. Pete pressed again, harder, and reflected Dean's smile, noticing how he tensed up and jerked himself harder. He gradually worked up to a gentle rhythm of pushing against the plug, and Dean's eyes rolled up in ecstasy.




Just a Game Ch. 03



"Pete... can I... can I cum...?" he panted after a few more minutes of this.

Pete's jaw dropped. Being asked for permission was wholly unexpected, and it not only brought his cock to prodigious hardness, but also inspired an instantaneous and perfectly lucid picture of his role.

"No!" he said firmly, dropping the one leg he'd still had propped on his shoulder and gripping both of Dean's hands to stop them. "Don't you dare cum."

Dean's eyes grew very wide. He held perfectly still except for his rapid breathing.

"You cum when I say you can," Pete continued, "and not before. Or I'll punish you. Are you gonna be a good little bitch?" He had no idea where this talk was coming from, but his intense gaze didn't waver. He grabbed the most convenient condom, tore it open with his teeth, and put it on without looking.

Dean's breaths grew steadier. His eyes burned brightly. "Yes, yes--I'll be so good for you."

Pete felt possessed. He didn't think--he simply acted. He reached for the round base of the silicone toy, pulled it out of Dean with a gentle tug, eliciting a brief moan from him, and dropped it off the side of the bed. Barely pausing, he gripped Dean by his shiny red boots, forced his legs up into the air, and mounted him swiftly, spearing his entire length into Dean's tight, lubed-up opening all at once.

"AHFUCK--!" Dean screamed, tensing up.

"Oh shit!" Pete cried, the fantasy disappearing as instantaneously as it had come over him. He watched Dean's mouth lock in a rictus of agony. "Should I pull out?!"

"No-no-no-stop!" Dean hollered, his voice tight and cracking. He pressed one hand against Pete's chest. "Just don't move, don't move, stay right where you are."

"Shit, Dean, I'm so sorry!" Pete was shaky with panic but trying very hard not to move at all.

"Shhhh just stay...." Dean exhaled. His face was very flushed, eyes round and glassy. After a few moments large tears began to roll down his temples. His breathing was slow, deep, and shivery. He made eye contact with Pete and sobbed once, softly.

"Oh fuck, oh shit, Dean... oh goddamn, I'm so, so, sorry... I got carried away!" Pete babbled, still gripping him by the boots. "Are you okay? Just tell me what to do!"

"Shhhh." Dean's hand slid up to Pete's stubbly cheek and cupped it affectionately. Tears continued to course from his dark, gleaming eyes. "It's okay... Pete, I'm okay. It hurts like a sonofabitch... but it'll pass. Just... so much cock at once. I... need to get used to... your size. Stay inside me... till it doesn't hurt anymore."

Pete nodded, blinking rapidly. He watched Dean intently as he panted and cried. A maelstrom of emotion surged up in his chest. He turned his head to one side and placed a kiss on one of Dean's red boots.

Dean tugged on his shirt. Keeping his hips in place, Pete leaned down carefully, letting go of Dean's legs, which settled naturally around his middle. He propped his hands just above Dean's shoulders, their faces now inches apart. Pete paused before closing the distance and nudging his glasses out of the way with his nose. He kissed the corners of his eyes, and licked the salty trails of tears. Dean shuddered. Pete felt a throb against his belly.

"You're still hard," Pete whispered, equally fascinated and aroused.

Dean nodded. "There's a fine line between pleasure and pain when you're horny, Pete," he whispered back. He smiled slowly. "Your cock... how does it feel inside me?"

"Fucking incredible," Pete replied, finally paying attention fully to the sensation of being inside him to the hilt. "You're so... so... tight."

"You're telling me," Dean squeaked out, making a noise between a chuckle and a sob.

Pete smiled unsteadily and gazed at his red, red lips. "Pretty..." he whispered, and kissed him.

Dean's body arched against him. He inhaled deeply through his nose, and his cock throbbed again. Pete slipped his tongue past Dean's buttery-soft lips and deepened the kiss. His mouth was delicious and felt every bit as sexy as it had looked. As much as he had been looking forward to fucking Dean, he had never envisioned the possibility of kissing him. Now he couldn't get enough. He devoured his mouth, craving and lusting after it. No girl he'd ever made out with had much enjoyed Pete's aggressiveness with his tongue, but Dean seemed to be melting. Dean's tongue sparred with his a little, but mostly he just relaxed and accepted it with wanton moans.

When Pete finally broke the kiss, they stared at each other, panting.

"You... got a little lipstick on you," Dean breathed, smiling euphorically.

"I can live with that," Pete decided, lifting a hand off the bed so he could wipe away a red smear from Dean's chin. "You're a hot mess. I guess we both are."

"Mm-hm," Dean sighed, clamping his legs tighter around Pete's middle. "You feel... really good. Still hurts a bit... but kinda in a good way. Move a little? Just... out a few inches, and then back in... slowly."

Pete nodded and propped himself up again, pulling out about halfway as he watched Dean's eyes, which were especially mesmerizing with his glasses out of the way. Gradually he pushed back in, making Dean gasp.

"Okay? You okay?" Pete asked quickly. "You need to tell me if I'm hurting you too much!"

Dean nodded a little and stayed silent, a few more tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. By now his eye makeup was blurred and smudged. "O-okay... I don't think I can do this," he said tremulously. "Could you pull out... carefully?"

"All right." Pete withdrew his cock with meticulous slowness and removed the condom with a sigh. He flopped down on the bed next to Dean.

"I'm really sorry," Dean mumbled, turning over so that his back faced Pete. "Really, really sorry. I wanted to... I thought I could. You must be really disappointed with me."

Pete moulded his body against Dean's, spooning him. He reached a hand around and found Dean's, lacing their fingers together. "Well... I'm a little disappointed, but I mean... not with you. Just... the situation. It's really okay. I don't know that I could shove anything up my ass. You shouldn't do anything that hurts you."

Dean trembled, starting to sob again. "I just... I wanted to be everything for you. All the stuff we planned... you were so excited. And I couldn't handle it. I feel so bad."

"Dean, stop. It's okay."

"I wanted to be your fucktoy so badly. Maybe I still can...? Maybe if I practice a lot, and work my way up to a bigger plug. Maybe I just need to get used to it, and then it'll be better."

"Maybe, but only if that's something you want."

"It's everything I want!" Dean squeezed his hand, sniffling. "To be your very own fucktoy--Pete, I'm so sorry!"

"Dean. It's okay."

"I feel so bad...."

"It's okay!" Pete exclaimed, hugging him tightly from behind. "We can fuck when you're ready. And if you're never ready, we don't have to. Stop beating yourself up--that's an order, sailor!"

Dean hiccuped and managed a brief laugh. "Pete... you're so good to me."

"Ah, forget it."

"No. I won't forget it." He sighed, pushing his rump back against Pete, whose erection had mostly flagged by this point. "It's just... so different in porn. They make ass-fucking look as easy as anything."

Pete chuckled. "It's porn, you dingus!" He ruffled Dean's hair, and then went back to holding his hand. "Guys who do gay porn must have assholes of steel. When is anything ever like it is on the Internet?"

"I guess you're right." He sighed again. "I really did like it, though... once the pain had gone down a bit. The feeling of you inside me. I think I'd like to try again soon."

"Whatever you like, beautiful." Pete kissed the back of his neck, making him shiver.

"Mmm... Petey... I think the best part was... when you kissed me."

Pete smiled at the back of his head. "Didn't plan on that one. But... yeah... it was pretty awesome."

Dean moved their entangled hands toward his mouth and kissed Pete's knuckles. "This has been... really incredible. How about I give you another blowjob, since the... other thing... didn't quite work out?"

"It's okay--you don't owe me anything."

"I just want to make sure you're taken care of."

"I'm actually pretty satisfied, Dean." He kissed Dean's shoulder. "There's kinda only one thing I want right now."

"What is it? I'll do my best to make you happy."

"Sit up."

Dean pushed himself up to a sitting position and faced Pete with a small, bashful smile, his eyes rimmed with red and smudges of black, his cheeks still rosy. Pete grabbed his costume by the skirt and began to slide it up. Dean raised his arms, allowing Pete to strip him completely naked save for the boots. Pete then found Dean's glasses and placed them carefully back on him. Dean watched him curiously, and sucked in a quick breath when Pete started peeling off his t-shirt.

"Uh... I know you wanted me naked," Pete mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he tossed the shirt aside. "I'm not much to look at, but... you deserve to have what you want."

Dean grinned and reached for him, combing his fingers through his thicket of chest hair and grabbing handfuls of the flab on his belly. "You're... just right," he said, leaning in and wrapping his arms snugly around Pete. He straddled his lap, hugging him with as much of his body as possible.

Pete returned the embrace, still feeling self-conscious but enjoying the sensation of flesh-on-flesh more and more by the second. "You don't need to humour me. I'm a fat slob."

"You're not fat," Dean soothed, massaging the back of his neck. "You're... stout. Won't you grow your beard out for me? You'd make such a sexy dwarf; I'd barely be able to keep my hands off you, ever!"

Pete chuckled. Dean's obsession with dwarves had always perplexed him, but now he couldn't help finding it adorable. "I'll think about it. Maybe you could work on growing a pair of pointy elf ears, hmm?" He felt a hard throb against his belly and sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh, I'm such an ass--I never let you cum!"

"You don't need to worry about me." Dean nuzzled against his neck.

"Shut it," Pete said firmly. He took Dean's shoulders and held him at arm's length. After a few moments of studying him soberly, he took his face between his hands and kissed him roughly, deeply. He finished by biting down firmly on Dean's bottom lip. "I want you to cum for me, and if you take more than five minutes, I'm gonna whup you good!"

Dean tried and failed to hold back an enormous grin. "Where do you want me?" he huffed, inflamed by the brusque treatment.

Pete leaned back against the wall, legs splayed apart. He faced Dean away from him and pulled him close so that he leaned back against him. Reaching around him with both hands, he took hold of Dean's hard-on, which hadn't flagged for even a minute. The tip was a deep crimson and drooling precum.

"I'm gonna give you a nice handjob," Pete whispered into Dean's ear. "Just relax and enjoy."

"Mmmm... Petey... I'm so lucky," Dean sighed, his head resting comfortably on Pete's shoulder. He found the lube bottle and flipped open the cap, drizzling it all over his cock and Pete's hands.

"That's nice," Pete whispered, enjoying the slick, silky sensation of his hands sliding over Dean's hard flesh.

"Your hands... ohh...," Dean moaned, squirming a little. "Nice, thick, rugged hands... like the hands of a dwarvish smith. Oh--! Like that, yes, just like that!" He gripped Pete's thighs and thrust his hips upward.

"Aye, there's a good lad," Pete rumbled deep in his throat, feigning a Scottish accent. "Every good smith knows how to handle his tools."

Dean arched his back and groaned euphorically.

"You like that?" Pete chuckled, tickled by how powerfully Dean responded to his half-assed roleplay. Still stroking and squeezing the excited member in his hands, he deepened his voice and again assumed the accent: "Never thought I'd die fightin' side by side with an elf."

Dean grinned hugely and arched once more. "How about... side by side... with a friend...?" he panted.

"Aye," Pete breathed closely into his ear, and flicked his tongue against the lobe. "I could do that."

"Huhh... hnghh..." Dean groaned, thrusting enthusiastically.

"Cum!" Pete snarled, and in moments he could feel the surge of an orgasm bursting forth from the tool he clutched in his fists. He angled it so that Dean's issue would splatter all over his front. The first spurt shot forth with unexpected power, leaving an intermittent trail from his bellybutton all the way up to Dean's face, even his hair. Pete felt a single drop hit his own cheek. He breathed raggedly as he continued to stroke Dean's cock, coaxing forth every last bit of his pleasure.

"Fuck, Dean... wow, that was a hell of a cum!" he marvelled.

Dean slowly eased his grip on Pete's thighs and struggled to calm his frantic breathing. "Am I alive?" he squeaked out. "I swear I went blind for a sec there."

Pete chuckled and finally let go of him, grabbing his t-shirt to wipe his hands. "Wow, what a mess you made!" He kissed the edge of his ear. "Good boy."

Dean shivered. "Pete... thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can't even describe how incredible that was. This has been... the best day of my life."

"It's been pretty goddamn memorable, for sure," Pete sighed. "Turn around--let me see you."

Dean sat up a little and rotated to face him. His face lit up. "Oh--I got you a little!" he giggled, and darted forward to lick the milky droplet from Pete's cheek.

Pete grinned, looking over the splatters on Dean's chin, glasses, and hair. "You got yourself a hell of a lot, you horny little weirdo. I can't believe you got off on my crappy Gimli accent!"

Dean looked sheepish for a moment and shrugged. "I am what I am."

"Nerd," Pete teased. He leaned in and experimentally flicked his tongue against one of the cum splotches on Dean's chin. He scrunched his face up thoughtfully.

"How do I taste?"

Pete cocked his head. "I could... maybe get used to it."

"You don't have to be a cumslut," Dean chuckled, kissing his cheek before grabbing his t-shirt and cleaning himself off from head to junk.

"Well... maybe one of these days I could pay you back for that spectacular blowjob," Pete suggested. His brow furrowed suddenly. "Hey--did you get makeup on my shirt, butthead?"

Dean looked down at Pete's soiled t-shirt and noticed several smudges of red and black had come off when he'd wiped his face with it. "Oh... oh, I'm sorry Pete!" he exclaimed, stricken. "If I wash it right away, maybe it'll all come out!"

Pete grabbed his arm when he attempted to jump up. "Nope," he said firmly, bending Dean over his lap. The shirt dropped to the floor. "You ruined it--now you get punished!" He gave Dean's behind a firm smack, causing him to emit an extremely unmanly noise. He gave two more sound smacks and then rolled him onto his back.

"Mmm... I deserved that," Dean sighed, gazing up at him with humility and adoration.

"Yes you did," Pete replied gruffly, and then grinned. "I don't give a crap about the shirt, Dean, but man, you're cute when you grovel." He stretched out on the bed next to him and pulled him close. "Right now I have to cuddle the hell outta you... then maybe we can order some pizza, because I'm starving."

Dean nestled in against him with another contented sigh. "In the morning... when I'm reasonably sure I'll be able to walk again... I'll make you breakfast. I'll make you breakfast every day. I love taking care of you."

Pete moaned happily, squeezing him tightly. "I'd argue, but I can't cook for shit. Your breakfasts are so fucking good!"

"I'll be a good little wifey," Dean promised. He was quiet for a minute or two, and then began singing passionately, "I just died in your arms toniiiight..."

Pete clamped a hand over his mouth swiftly. "Don't you ever sing soft rock at me again," he hissed into his ear, and then bit it.

Dean yelped, and burst into giggles the moment Pete had let go of his mouth. "You gonna spank me again?"

"I might have to." Pete slid his hand down Dean's nearly hairless chest and flat belly, and found his dick with some surprise. "Shit, you're still horny?"

Dean laughed again. "I'm insatiable around you," he said puckishly, wriggling against him.

Pete rolled atop him and grappled with him playfully before pinning him down. "Didn't you tell me once that the ancient Greeks wrestled naked?"

Dean nodded. "However did they keep from getting all turned on?"

"I guess they weren't a bunch of gay nerds," Pete snickered, tousling his hair before calming suddenly and leaning down to kiss him, soft and slow. He whispered against Dean's mouth: "They really missed out. Gay nerds are a hell of a lot of fun."

Dean wrapped his arms and legs around him. "So are surly dwarves," he murmured. "I'd take you over an army of Greeks any day."

Pete chuckled and reached down to smack his bottom lightly. "With this tender little ass? As if you could handle a mob of horny wrestlers."

Dean pouted prettily, and Pete took the opportunity to nibble on his protruding lip. Dean gasped and opened his mouth; Pete plunged his tongue in and feasted on him voraciously.

"Pete," Dean whispered after a few minutes of heavy making out. "Did you really mean it... about 'liking' me? Or... was that mainly your penis talking?"

Pete sat between his knees and unzipped the red boots, carefully slipping them off him. "Well, my dick has been pretty outspoken today--I blame it for making me get too rough with you--but yeah. I mean... from the heart, man. Like you a lot." He grinned and leaned back down to kiss his cheek. "Enough that I don't think I'll be looking for a girlfriend anytime soon."

Dean beamed. "Really? I get you all to myself? You don't have to feel obligated... ever. I'll take what I can get."

Pete kissed his other cheek. "You deserve better than table scraps."

Dean's eyes glinted, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Woof," he said softly, and stuck his tongue out, panting noisily.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?!" Pete laughed, ruffling his hair. "We need to get you a leash. Hey, let's go hit the showers and then we'll get that pizza, all right?" He climbed down off the bed and whistled. "C'mon, boy! Man's best friend, huh?"

"Woof!" Dean exclaimed, grinning like an idiot as he hopped down and trailed after Pete, scrambling along on all fours, an adoring pup after his master.



Just a Game Ch. 04



They were jolted from a deep sleep by loud pounding. Gabe bolted upright in bed and Cass grabbed his arm, confused and startled, her heart beating in her throat.

"What the-"

"Cass! Cass, open the door!"

"Shit," Gabe sighed as Aaron's voice tore through the early morning, shattering the peace.

"You should hide." Cass's mind still felt muddled with sleep and she was more irritated with Aaron for waking her than anything else.

"No, I'm not gonna hide. He already knows I'm in here or he wouldn't sound so pissed."

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned down to grab his jeans, standing to slide them up over his taut butt. She couldn't help staring, still unused to being able to look at him openly like this, and a little smile flitted across her face until the banging started again.

"Cassandra Carson, get off your ass and open the goddamn door!" A sharp blow sounded, louder than the banging, and it made Cass jump, a little shriek escaping her. It was enough to bring her fully out of her sleep haze and into the moment. 

"That fucker," Gabe muttered. He'd been about to put his t-shirt on, but he tossed it to her instead. "Put that on." 

The expression on his face made her heart speed up even more, his uncharacteristic anger sending a spike of fear through her heart. "Gabe? What-"

"Quick, before he breaks the door down." He buttoned his jeans and pushed his hair back out of his face, stepping toward the door with his shoulders squared. Just as he reached for the handle another blow fell, accompanied by the sound of cracking wood.

"That mother fucker better not be in there with you or I swear to god I'm gonna-"

"You're gonna what? Cuss your sister some more?" Gabe asked, swinging the door open. 

Aaron was already in fighting stance ready to kick the door again so he when his fist shot out it wasn't entirely a surprise and Gabe was able to jump out of his reach. He walked back a couple of steps, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace. 

"Look Aaron I know you're pissed at me, but there's no need to talk to her like that."

Aaron advanced into the room after him. "Shut the fuck up. Don't even try to act self-righteous with me after you've been in here all night FUCKING MY SISTER."

"Aaron!" Cass snapped at him, absolutely floored by his behavior as he took another swing at Gabe's face. 

Neither man looked at her; Aaron's fury was focused entirely on Gabe, who was busy blocking another blow. She wanted to get up and intervene, but Gabe's t-shirt barely hung to her thighs and a frantic search through the sheets didn't turn up any underwear.

"You need to chill the fuck out, man," Gabe said, his voice rising in anger as he grabbed Aaron's wrist to stop another punch. "I don't want to fight you, Aaron. Come on, let's-"

Aaron used Gabe's grip on his wrist to yank him forward and slam his forearm into the side of Gabe's face, catching his jaw with an elbow. Gabe's head snapped back and to the side with an audible crack and he released Aaron's wrist and staggered backwards a few steps until he hit the wall, then slid to the floor with a dazed look on his face.

"STOP!" Cass leapt out of the bed, modesty completely lost to fear and anger. She grabbed the back of Aaron's shirt and pulled as hard as she could to spin him away from Gabe, then knelt on the floor between them and ran her fingers gently over Gabe's cheek. "Oh God, Gabe are you alright?"

Gabe just nodded, still in a daze. He opened his mouth and moved his jaw back and forth to test it, wincing in pain.

"Get up, you pussy. I'm not done beating the shit out of you yet."

Cass stood and whirled on Aaron, whose eyes were still fixed in anger on his friend. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed as hard as she could, barely budging him. 

"Get out," she gritted out through her tears.

Aaron looked at her for the first time, almost as if he were surprised to see her there. "Cass-"

"I said get out!"

"I've watched him do this over and over for years, Cass. He fucks and then he leaves. Don't for a second think you're any different from any of the others. You were just convenient." He turned his sneer on Gabe again. "Easy target right there in the next bedroom, huh mother fucker? And drunk too, no doubt. I didn't think I had to worry about you of all people taking advantage of her."

"Can I have a little credit please? I wasn't drunk, I am not a target, and Gabe didn't take advantage of me. We..." 

She trailed off as she realized that disabusing Aaron of the notion that last night had been the first time anything had happened between them would probably not be a good idea at the moment. Unfortunately he must have heard something in her tone because she watched the comprehension dawn on his face and then morph into utter disgust as he turned back to Gabe. 

Gabe looked up imploringly, as if he could will his friend to understand. "Aaron, bro, I-"

"Don't fucking call me that! I am NOT your brother." Aaron stepped toward him again, but Cass placed herself squarely in his way so that he had to look over her shoulder to see him. "I trusted you. My parents trusted you. We treated you like family, welcomed you into our home when yours was..."

He shook his head as he trailed off. His voice sounded calmer, quieter, but Cass could hear the trembling underneath. She knew he was speaking from hurt now, not anger, but that didn't excuse what he was saying. He was trying to hurt Gabe and, she assumed, succeeding quite effectively since Gabe was just sitting silently now, taking the abuse. Tears stung her eyes.

"Aaron, please-" she began, but it was like she wasn't even there.

"And this is how you repay us? I can't believe I thought for a second that you had any respect for me or my family. I should have known better than to expect you to think with anything other than your dick. Some things never change."

"That's enough Aaron," Cass said, her voice shaking with emotion as she tried again to push him toward the door. 

Turning to Cass he just shook his head in disappointment. "And I can't believe you were stupid enough to fall for his bullshit." 

"Check. Yourself." The tone of warning in Gabe's voice was clear despite the mild slurring.

Aaron uttered a harsh laugh. "Really? You're the one waking up naked in my sister's bed and I should check myself?" He turned to Cass again. "I hope you aren't expecting him to suddenly grow a heart and declare his undying love like one of those idiotic romance novels you read because this story ain't gonna have a happy ending."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Aaron. You need to go."

"I know exactly what I'm talking about-"

"No! You don't. I'm not some innocent little girl who got corrupted by your big bad friend. I came on to him and I got exactly what I wanted out of it."

Aaron's eyebrows shot up, then came together in an angry scowl. "Oh I get it. You're just gonna sign on to be another one of his trashy fuck buddies."

"Do. Not. Talk to her like that." Gabe's voice was all cold fury now and when she turned to look at him Cass could see the angry determination in his eyes as he pushed himself up off the floor.

"Get out before you insult either of us any more than you already have." Cass pushed Aaron hard in the chest. Her hands were shaking with barely-contained anger and she had a few choice words she wanted to lay on her asshole of an older brother, but she knew she had to get him out of there before Gabe got on his feet. She didn't even want to think about what would happen if they both went into a fight actually trying to hurt each other. Just the idea of it made her feel sick inside.

Aaron resisted just long enough to make it clear that he was going of his own accord and not because she told him to. "I swear to God if I see your face again I will finish what I started," he ground out, jabbing a long finger into the air in Gabe's direction. "You aren't welcome here anymore." 

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Cass wiped the tears from her cheeks and turned to see Gabe on his feet, his face a sickly shade of white as he leaned heavily against the wall to steady himself. Wrapping one arm around him, she helped him to the bed and knelt in front of him. 

"Let me see," she said, reaching to touch his jaw again. He pulled away and shook his head, wincing at the movements.

"It's fine. I should just go."

"You can hardly walk."

"Yeah. He wasn't pulling his punches, was he?"

The fact that he wouldn't meet her eye led her to believe he wasn't really talking about the blow to the jaw. "He doesn't really think that way about you."

"No, I'm pretty sure he does and maybe he's right about me, but you don't deserve to be treated that way. If I ever hear him talk to you like that again I'll tear his fucking head off."

"He's angry, Gabe. That's his problem, not ours. It doesn't make anything he said true." 

She tried again to touch him, resting her hand on his arm, but once again he pulled away. She stood and backed away, confused about why he seemed to be shutting her out all the sudden. 

"Cassie, I'm sorry."

"For what?" 

"For all of this, I never should have-"

"Don't!" She stomped her foot, fully aware it was a childish, silly thing to do, but not caring in the least. "Don't let him make you feel like you did something you need to apologize for. You know you didn't take advantage of me. You know we didn't do anything wrong."

"Right. It was just a game. Fun for everyone and no one gets hurt." His voice was thick with sarcasm and her temper flared again, but the look on his face drained all the anger from her. Her heart broke in two to see the shame and self-doubt there. 

"I did have fun, Gabe. And you helped me learn things about myself that I don't think I ever would have figured out on my own. That was the whole point, right? I don't regret any of it. Please don't ruin the whole thing by walking away acting like you do."

"So you meant it?"

"Meant what?"

He looked up at her, finally meeting her eye. "What you said to Aaron. That you got exactly what you wanted?"

She hesitated, unsure how to answer that question.

"Because he was right, Cassie."

"Right about what?"

"All that bullshit; physical recreation, sex with no strings...you deserve better than that. You deserve more than just being a fuck buddy."

"I wasn't ASKING for more than that. That was enough for me." 

His head dropped and he stared intently down into his lap. Cassie stared at the top of his head, her hands clenched into fists, willing herself not to cry. 

She didn't want to lie to him so she was careful not to answer his question, but there was a huge part of her that wanted to admit the truth. Of course she didn't mean it. Of course it wasn't exactly what she wanted. But it was enough. She never expected anything more and was honestly okay with just taking what he'd been offering. 

At least she was pretty sure she would have eventually talked herself into being okay with it. 

But she couldn't say that. She didn't want him to think he'd hurt her when he'd given her so much. She didn't want him to think Aaron was right about him. Without thinking she reached out and touched his hair, smoothing it back from his face. He jerked away from her as if she'd burned him.

"Can I have my shirt?"

She drew back, shocked at his cold tone. When he didn't apologize or even look up at her she pulled the shirt off and threw it at him, reveling in brief triumph when he sat with it bunched in his hand for a long moment while his eyes drifted over her body. But he turned away before they reached her face. She went to her closet and quickly pulled on her old flannel robe and by the time she turned back around he was standing by the door, still slightly shaky but steadier on his feet.

"I should go."

"Yeah, you said that already."

"I'm heading back tomorrow."

"I know."

He was silent for a long time before he finally spoke, his voice so quiet she almost couldn't hear him. "I guess that's it, then."

She flinched at how flat and emotionless he sounded and wished he would look up and meet her eyes, but they remained fixed on the floor, his hair hanging against his scruffy chin. The left side of his jaw was obviously swelling and he had to hold his mouth slightly open to compensate. 

A pang of guilt hit her as she realized that she'd been keeping him there when he needed to go deal with his injury. She wanted to take care of him. She wanted to put ice on his face and hold him and try to make him feel better, but since that wasn't really an option at the moment she had to just let him go so he could take care of himself.

A second later she crossed the room and wrapped her arms around his waist. When he finally returned her hug, squeezing her tight against his chest, she tucked her face into his neck and kissed the soft warm spot between his collarbones. 

"Thank you," she said, stepping out of his embrace and swallowing back her tears. "I won't ever forget this." 

"Me either." His fingertips brushed her cheek and his eyes flicked up to hers for a split second before dropping away again. "Bye, Cassie."

She listened at her bedroom door to make sure Aaron didn't accost him on his way out, breathing a sigh of relief when she heard the front door open and close. Then she gave into the tears and curled up on the bed to cry herself back to sleep.

As it turned out, she didn't get the chance. Her door opened and Avery and Jill poked their heads in. When they saw that she was crying they rushed in and climbed onto the bed next to her, Avery rubbing her back while she sobbed.

"Are you alright sweetie?"

"No," she said into her pillow. "What the hell was Aaron doing up so early?"

"I don't think he ever went to bed. I'm pretty sure he was still drunk from last night. We were sleeping in your parents' room when he came storming in looking for you. He was already pissed because he tried to call Gabe and heard his phone ringing in your room, but the door was locked. When he didn't find you downstairs with us he flipped out," Avery said.

Avery sounded worried so Cass sat up and wiped her eyes. "I'm alright, really. I'm not the one that got sucker punched. Oh God, poor Gabe, this is all my fault-"

"Bullshit," Jill snapped angrily. "Poor Gabe was getting his dick wet and Aaron was being an asshole. Don't even try to take this all on yourself. You're the only person in this scenario that didn't do anything wrong."

"Gabe didn't-"

"He fucked his best friend's little sister. I'm not saying Aaron didn't totally over react, but Gabe's not an innocent bystander."

"She's right," Avery said. "I'm pretty sure there's some kind of guy code he violated."

"I don't give a crap about guy codes, Aaron was totally out of control. I had the most amazing night of my entire life; the most amazing week really, and now it's over. Just like that. I mean, I wasn't expecting...well I don't know what I was expecting, but I didn't think it would end with my brother thinking I'm some kind of slut and Gabe wishing none of it had never happened."

"He didn't say that, did he?" Avery looked shocked.

"He made it clear he felt like the whole thing was a mistake." Cass dropped her head in her hands so she missed the disbelieving look her two friends exchanged. 

"I seriously doubt Gabe feels that way," Avery said. "But I was talking about Aaron. He didn't really call you a slut, did he?"

Cass broke into fresh tears as she remembered what her brother had said to her. "He called me a trashy fuck buddy."

"Ugh, guys are such assholes," Jill fumed. "What a fucking hypocrite to say something like that after he hooked up with that skank from the bar last night."

"Look, you get some more rest," Avery said, pulling Cass into a tight hug. "We're gonna go get started cleaning this place up. You have five hours before your parents get home."

"I'll be down in just a minute." 

Her friends closed the door quietly behind them and Cass lay down and covered her head with a pillow. She planned to just lay there long enough to stop crying and then get up and take a shower, but exhaustion overtook her and the next thing she knew she woke up with sunlight streaming brightly through her window. 

A quick glance at her phone told her she'd slept another two hours and she quickly jumped out of bed, anxious to make sure the house was ready for her parents' return and worried about what she was going to say to Aaron when she saw him.

After a quick shower she felt more awake, but no more ready to renew the fight she knew was coming. The house was silent as she descended the stairs. She padded through the empty rooms to find that the majority of the mess had been cleaned up already and that she appeared to be alone. 

Making a mental note that she owed Avery and Jill her eternal gratitude, she stuck her head in the living room. Aaron was slumped on the couch with a glass in his hand and a bottle of whiskey on the table beside him. He'd pulled the curtains and was sitting in the darkened room staring at the Christmas tree, its lights throwing mottled colors and pine needle silhouettes against the walls. 

"Are you drunk?"

He looked up at her in mild surprise, so absorbed in his thoughts he hadn't heard her approach. "No. Not anymore." He set the glass on the table. "Pouring a drink seemed like the thing to do, but I haven't been able to choke much down. Straight whiskey kind of tastes like shit."

He didn't appear to be in a violent rage so she entered the room and tentatively sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

"I'm so sorry, Cass. I was out of line. I said things I shouldn't have."

"You sure as hell did. I don't know what gave you the idea you could say and do whatever the hell you want just because you're pissed off, but let me tell you right now that it is not okay."

"I know. I'm sorry. It's not even you I'm angry with."

"I don't know why not. If you're going to be angry at all it might as well be at both of us equally. What happened between Gabe and me was my decision as much as it was his." She noticed his flinch when she said Gabe's name, but ignored it. "Not that I think you have any right to be mad at either of us."

"Oh you don't? How long has he been sneaking around behind my back and lying to my face?"

The heat had returned to his voice and she had to suppress a surge of irritation. If she could talk to him rationally he'd be more likely to actually listen to what she was saying without this devolving into another yelling match. 

"No one lied to you about anything. And we only snuck around because we knew it would upset you and we didn't see the point," she said, maintaining a level tone.

"How long?" he demanded, his voice as hard as his stare.

"Just the last week."

His shoulders relaxed visibly and she could tell he was relieved to hear that it hadn't been going on for very long. But he was chewing on his lip in that way he always did when he felt uncomfortable so she knew there was more. She started to really get curious when he reached for his glass and took a sip of whiskey.

"Was he...were you..." With a shaky sigh he rubbed a weary hand over his face and turned away, staring intently at the Christmas tree across the room. "Were you a virgin?"

"Jesus Christ, Aaron." Cass jumped up and walked a few steps away, irritation, amusement, and embarrassment warring for her attention. 

"Come on Cass, believe me I don't want to ask that question any more than you want to answer it. I just... I need to know."

She waited a minute for the burning in her face to die down. The amusement was winning out and she was half-tempted to lie just to mess with him. Then she thought of Gabe and how much Aaron's words had hurt him. Maybe the truth would soften him a bit and he'd be more likely to apologize to his friend.




Just a Game Ch. 04



His dalliance with his roommate had been a major distraction for him for the first several weeks of their co-habitation, but Pete had finally secured a job. He was working five, and sometimes six days a week as a maintenance millwright at a manufacturing plant. The work was hot, sweaty, cramped, noisy, chaotic, and physically demanding. Often he had to work overtime, and his colleagues were generally repellent people to be around, but the pay was fantastic, and he was well on his way to being in the best shape of his life. He hadn't lost any weight, but within only a few weeks a great deal of his fat had converted to muscle.

Pete usually came home feeling grumpy and exhausted, but oddly satisfied. It had been excruciating at first, but now that he was toning up, he was beginning to find a hard day's work inherently rewarding.

No matter how work was, Pete was always glad to come home. Tonight, he was especially glad. And tonight, he had to hide his gladness. He put on only grumpiness when he came through the door of his and Dean's apartment, and dropped his toolbag with a great noisy clatter. He could hear the stove going in the kitchen.

Good.

He kicked off his work boots and left them next to his tools before strutting into the kitchen. Dean was industriously preparing dinner, and he wore only two things: on his feet, shiny, red, knee-high boots with moderate heels-his Sailor Moon boots-and around his neck, a leather collar with a large metal ring hanging from the front. He looked up at Pete's arrival and smiled. He sashayed over and pressed himself up against Pete's chest.

"Hi, handsome."

Pete studied him soberly, and then gave him a single, hard kiss, hanging tightly to his hair as he did so. "I'm tired, Dean... and I'm hot and thirsty. Make yourself useful and get me a Coke."

"Of course, Petey."

Pete watched as he dropped his head and strode over to the refrigerator. He loved watching the way Dean walked in those boots, the way he unconsciously swung his hips from side to side like a runway model. Dean took a can out of the fridge and filled a large glass halfway with ice. He poured the cola into the glass, and then hurriedly brought it over to Pete.

"There you go, dear. Relax and enjoy." He turned back to the stove, but Pete grabbed him by the ring in his collar and forced him to look him in the eye.

"This is half foam, you jackass!"

Dean tensed up, and his eyes grew wide and moist. "I... I'm sorry, Pete," he said softly. "I fucked up."

Pete pushed the glass into his hand. "Take this and bring it to me in the living room once you've done it right."

"Yes, dear," he breathed.

Pete let Dean go with a little shove and turned to leave the kitchen. "And would it kill you to put a little makeup on?" he yelled out as he settled down heavily on the sofa, causing Dean's three cats to scatter. "It's like you don't even care!"

After a few moments Dean walked in, head down, with a glass in his hand. It was full to the brim with Coke, and hardly a trace of foam. "I'm so sorry," he mumbled, setting the glass on the coffee table in front of Pete.

"What did you say?" Pete barked, grabbing him by the thigh, the smooth span of skin between the top of his red boot and the shapely curve of his ass. "Speak up!"

"I'm sorry, Pete," Dean said in a steadier voice, daring to make eye contact, though his dark bangs were hanging low, obscuring most of one eye. "I wasn't well prepared for you today. It's no one's fault but mine, and I don't blame you for being angry. Once I've brought you your dinner, I'll go fix myself up a little. You deserve to come home to someone pretty and pleasant and ready to serve you."

"Fine," Pete snarled, picking up his glass and sipping it while he propped his feet up on the coffee table. "God knows I don't ask much of you-it shouldn't be so difficult!"

"I know!" Dean replied humbly, dropping his head again. "You're absolutely right. A cold drink, a solid meal, and a pretty face. My handsome, hardworking man deserves these things. I'll try to do better."

"All right, all right-now quit moaning and get back into that kitchen before you ruin dinner too!"

"Yes, dear."

Again Pete watched him walk away. That ass...

He idly watched television and sipped his Coke until Dean entered with a dish for him. He sat down gently at his side and presented his offering.

"What is this slop?" Pete asked, eyeing it skeptically.

"It's... it's a risotto," Dean said in a near-whisper. "Prosciutto, and, um... mushrooms... fresh basil..."

Pete stuck his finger into the saucy rice and licked it, giving a little grimace. "Ugh," he muttered. "You make such freaky shit! Why can't you just make meat and potatoes like a normal person?"

Dean blinked several times, his dark eyes welling up a little behind his glasses. "I... I've got chicken for the next course. You don't like the risotto...?"

Pete grabbed the dish out of his hands. "Don't snivel-I'll choke it down!" He gripped his fork and shovelled the food moodily into his mouth.

Dean watched him for a minute or two, breathing deeply.

"What's your problem?" Pete finally asked, pausing his brisk but dispassionate eating to stare back at his companion.

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered. He reached out a hand and touched his cheek, running his fingers down the length of the beard Pete had been growing out over the past few weeks. "It's just... you're so handsome. Your beard-it's coming in really nicely."

Pete gave a brief nod and continued eating. "Weren't you going to go fix yourself up?"

Dean stood up quickly. "Yes-yes, I'm so sorry, Petey! I'll be back soon, looking so much prettier, and with the rest of your dinner. I hope you'll like it."

"I hope so too, because so far this has been a shit evening!" Pete yelled after him. He let out a long sigh, and began to take his time finishing the risotto. When he'd eaten every last grain, he drew his thumb across the dish to collect up all of the sauce he could, licking it throughly. He finished and set it down on the coffee table just in time for Dean's return.

"Do you like me better, Pete?" he asked softly, hips gently swaying as he strode in his red boots. He held a dinner plate loaded with food, but Pete's attention was on his face. His lips were now a juicy shade of red. He'd taken off his glasses to fully display his artistry, and his semi-Japanese eyes were carefully lined and elegantly exotic. He'd become fairly talented at applying makeup, especially around the eyes, and Pete couldn't help feeling a little disarmed.

"Yes, Dean," he replied hoarsely. "You look good. Come over here."

Dean beamed with pleasure and approached gracefully, clutching the plate with care.

"Turn around," Pete ordered once he was within arm's length.

Dean turned for him. Pete's fingers teased the backs of his knees just above the tops of the boots, and then slid up his thighs, cupping the flawless, round cheeks of his gorgeous ass. Dean let out a tremulous breath. Pete suddenly gave him a sharp smack across the backside, making him yelp, and the dinner plate trembled momentarily, causing the fork and knife to tumble to the floor. Dean gasped. He set the plate down on the coffee table and bent over to retrieve the fallen utensils, his hands groping clumsily as he struggled to locate things without his glasses. Pete paused to enjoy the view, and then seized his wrist before he could stand fully.

"You clumsy little bitch," he hissed. "That knife could have landed on my foot."

Dean's perfectly-painted eyes widened in horror. "I'm so... so sorry, Petey," he breathed. "I... I wasn't expecting..."

Pete cut him off by giving him a firm shake. "Shut it!" he snapped. "Get back into that kitchen and bring me fresh utensils-unless you think I should eat with a fork that's been on the fucking floor with your filthy animals!"

Dean breathed hard. He appeared about to speak for a few moments, and then gave up. As soon as Pete let go of his arm, he clattered back to the kitchen.

"And hurry the hell up before my food gets completely cold!" Pete added.

Dean returned shortly with a new fork and knife, and set them reverently on either side of his plate. "I hope it's to your liking," he whispered. His eyes still looked like they were on the verge of spilling over with tears, and his lower lip and chin twitched intermittently.

Pete poked at the food with his fork. Dean had served him half a roast chicken, separated neatly into its various cuts, alongside an assortment of roasted vegetables, elegantly presented, and buttered corn cut freshly off the cob. He sighed grievously as if completing a chore and began laboriously to eat what he'd been served. Now and then he gave a surreptitious glance toward Dean's cock. It had been gradually, steadily growing over the past ten or fifteen minutes, and was well on its way to horizontal.

"Sit," he said through a mouthful of chicken.

Dean reverently settled next to him on the couch, sitting straight-backed and neatly crossing one leg over the other.

"The fuck is this?" Pete asked, pointing his knife at an orange vegetable arranged flawlessly into a fanned-out array of crescent-shaped slices and drizzled with something black or possibly deep brown.

"Acorn squash," Dean replied softly. "With a balsamic glaze. I made it from scratch this afternoon."

"Well la-dee-dah!" Pete rolled his eyes. "This is what you make for a hungry working man? This is pretentious crap! If you think I'm impressed, guess again. Frankly I think it's both pathetic and annoying as hell that you'd blow half your day making some disgusting whatever-the-fuck glaze to put over some vegetable thing I have no intention of touching, when you could have made me a goddamn steak and potatoes like a goddamn normal person! Who do you think you are, Wolfgang Puck?"

Dean's mouth trembled, and his breath hitched a few times. "No... I... I just..."

"Shut up! I'll tell you who you are, Dean. You're a worthless little prick, and if it weren't for what you do for my prick, I would have lost patience with you long ago." He threw his fork and knife down in disgust. "The chicken is fucking dry. You overcooked it-the one thing I actually might have eaten. This is a bad joke, Dean. I'm fucking sick and tired of your shit. I might as well just order a pizza, and if the Domino's delivery guy has a decent ass, I won't even need you at all anymore. Get this out of my fucking sight before I smash it over your idiot skull." He gave the plate a little shove.

Dean choked back a whimper and pushed himself up off the couch. He quickly collected Pete's plate and utensils and retreated into the kitchen. Pete smiled to himself, sipped his Coke, and gave it almost half a minute before he stood and followed Dean to the kitchen, putting on his scowl again.

The plate was sitting on the stove with a lid over it, and Dean leaned over the sink, his shoulders shaking. Pete took him firmly by the ring in his collar and turned him around. Dean was sobbing silently, his eye makeup melting into long, miserable lines down his cheeks. Even his nose was beginning to drip.

Pete nearly lost it. His cock jumped, straining against his clothing. "Y-you gotta be fucking kidding me," he said hoarsely. "Are you seriously fucking crying?"

"I'm s-sorry Petey," Dean blubbered. "I t-tried so hard. I tried... too hard. Please, Petey, oh please... forgive me. I'll do better. Oh... I'm so sorry! Please don't send me away-I need you! Give me another chance to make you happy!"

Pete breathed deeply, practicing a tremendous amount of self-control. "Wipe your nose. You look disgusting. You've ruined your makeup."

Dean's hand groped behind him for a cloth, and he quickly mopped up the tears and snot that had soiled his painted face. He trembled and continued to sob beneath Pete's harsh gaze.

"Stop... crying," Pete hissed severely.

Dean inhaled deeply and clenched his jaw, holding his breath as long as he could. His cheeks were dark red, and his chin quivered. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks. Finally he let out the breath he'd been holding in a loud sob.

Pete's hand moved swiftly, slapping him hard across the face.

They were both shocked by it for a few moments. Pete's palm felt pleasantly warm and tingly, and he was a little taken aback by how much he enjoyed that sharp, crisp noise of skin striking skin. He was achingly hard now. His eyes flicked downward to find Dean also fully erect. He returned his eyes to Dean's, and slapped him again, twice more in rapid succession. It was bizarrely, dizzyingly liberating, and now Dean was quiet and staring at him with the most intense and unequivocal "fuck-me" gaze Pete had ever seen.

He pulled back his hand once more and watched Dean flinch. Dean cried out and shook all over. Pete kept his hand still for a few moments, raised over his head. Dean's breath heaved rapidly in and out. Pete brought his hand down swiftly and stopped a finger's breadth from Dean's cheek, relishing the way he winced. Dean's entire body tensed up, expecting another blow. Instead of hitting him, this time Pete caressed his flushed cheek gently, and Dean shook even harder. His breathing escalated to a frantic pace.

"I'll show you how to make me happy," Pete breathed, clenching his jaw tightly. He gripped Dean's collar tightly and pulled him toward the bedroom. Dean choked a little and stumbled but went along eagerly.

"Bend over!" Pete roared once they were in range of the bed, and shoved him toward it.

Dean gasped and let himself be propelled onto Pete's bed. He pressed his face into the covers and stuck his ass out toward Pete as he splayed his red boots wide apart. He continued to pant and sob noisily. "Oh please, pleeeease!" he wailed, his voice muffled by the bedspread.

"You can take your pleases and shove them up your ass!" Pete huffed as he scrambled out of his coveralls and stripped off his undershirt. "Maybe there'll be room for them after I've shoved my cock up there real good, huh?"

"Peteeeeyyy..." Dean moaned, scrunching the covers in his trembling fists. He turned his face to the side so he could breathe. "Oh god...!"

Pete dropped his boxers and palmed his throbbing erection, shivering as he gazed at Dean's irresistibly perfect ass. He seized the nearest bottle of lubricant and poured plenty into his hand. He leaned over Dean, pressing against the side of his face with the hand that wasn't coated with lube and pushing it harder into the bedspread. "No more snivelling," he growled, and tucked his slick fingers into Dean's warm cleft, pressing the first two against his tight sphincter. He felt it give way and groaned a little as he hooked his fingers inside the snug opening, working plenty of lube inside him.

"Ooohhhh...!" Dean moaned, pressing his ass back hard against Pete's hand.

"You're gonna be a good little bitch now, aren't you, you whore?" Pete panted, working a third finger into him and fucking him rhythmically. "What are you, Dean?"

"Whore... bitch... yours!" Dean gasped. "Yours!"

"Yes! Mine!" Pete pulled his fingers out quickly, causing Dean to groan, and straightaway slapped him full-force across one ass cheek. Dean yelped and tensed. Pete leaned back a little to appreciate his handiwork, watching as a distinct red handprint rose up across that flawless cheek.

He slipped on a condom and coated himself with extra lube. "You're gonna get it now, bitch. Oh, you're gonna get it."

"Please be gentle!" Dean whimpered.

Pete once again pressed his hand against Dean's face, forcing it into the bedspread. "Don't you dare tell me what to do with my own fucktoy!" he growled, prodding at Dean's sensitive pink opening. It didn't allow him entrance at first, but he pushed hard, and at last felt the head of his cock pop through.

"Aaaohh!" Dean groaned. He raised a hand and clenched it into a tight fist. Pete stayed where he was, watching that fist and not moving a muscle. They panted together.

After a minute, Dean unclenched his hand and lowered it back to the bed, shifting his boots a little wider apart and pressing his behind gently back against Pete's cock.

"That's a good boy," Pete rumbled in a low voice, gripping his hair firmly. "Take my cock like a proper slut!"

Dean's opening was almost painfully tight. Pete pushed further inside, grunting, until his balls rested against Dean's ass.

"Ohhh fuck," Pete groaned, "I'm all the way in! My entire cock is inside you!"

Dean huffed and sniffled. "Yes, Petey," he whimpered.

Pete nearly asked him if he was okay. It was a momentary struggle, and then he jumped back into the zone.

"Such a little bitch," he hissed. "I'll give you something to cry about!"

He tightened his grip on Dean's hair, pulled most of the way out, and pushed back in again all at once. Dean wailed, and more tears spilled from his eyes.

"Snivelling... little... whore," Pete said as he drove his cock into Dean's ass a few more times. "You... like it! Don't you? You like it!"

"Ohhh... Pete... oh!" Dean moaned, intermittently sobbing and hiccuping. "Oh yes! Yes please... teach me... my place. I'm your toy, Petey... pleeeease! Oh! Use me... fuck me... I want all of your cum!"

"Oh, and you're getting it, you little cumslut," Pete snarled. "You do know your place, don't you? And it's right here. Right... here!" He punctuated his words with a few more powerful thrusts, pressing Dean down hard against the bed with both hands. He groaned at the intensity of the sensation, fucking Dean's tight hole harder and faster. His cock thrummed with hot pleasure that seemed to spread up his abdomen and down his thighs.

"Fuck!" Pete roared, pounding into him even harder. The sensation and the sound of his sweaty body slapping against Dean's drove him wild. "Yeah! Oh-fuck!"

Part of him remained fearful of hurting Dean, but he watched closely for signals even while losing himself in the ecstasy.

"Uhh... huhh... punish me!" Dean groaned, clawing at the bedspread with his fingernails. Half of his makeup was now smudged off on the covers.

"Fuck yeah!" Pete shouted, spearing into him mercilessly. The rhythmic slapping of their scorching bodies escalated to a frantic pace. "Fuck... yeah! Ohh I'm gonna cum so hard! Down on the ground-now, NOW!"

Dean choked a little as Pete grabbed hold of his collar and forced him into a kneeling position. Pete stripped off his condom and tossed it aside. He gave his throbbing hard-on only a couple of tugs before the first hot surge jetted from the raging purple head of his cock and spattered across Dean's cheek, his chin, and into his eagerly open, lipstick-smudged mouth.

"Yeahhh, take it all, bitch!" Pete grunted, jerking himself rapidly and dousing Dean's face with several more gouts of cum. Dean's tongue hung out, trying to catch as much as he could. Pete finally finished, breathing hard and letting go of his cock and Dean's collar. He gazed down at the face gazing up at him, smeared with the remains of his ruined makeup and now painted with cum. Dean's cock was hard and standing at attention, his hand twitching near it. His dark eyes, rimmed with black smudges and tear-matted lashes, seemed to beg for permission.

"Up on the bed," Pete panted.

"Oh Petey!" Dean moaned, scrambling up onto the bed and lying on his back.

"You've been a good little cumslut, so I'm gonna let you have a treat," Pete said softly, sitting next to him and gripping his cock.

"Ohhh thank you!" Dean breathed. "You're so good to your fucktoy, even when I've been so naughty!"

"I'm far too good to you," Pete muttered, stroking him firmly. "You'd better appreciate this."

"I do, oh, I do-Petey, that feels soooo nice!"

"Fuck, you look like such a nasty little slut with your face like that!" Pete hissed, stroking him faster now. "Shameless cum-covered face. I've marked you, Dean-you belong to me. Don't you!"




Just a Game Ch. 04



"Yes, yes, yes! I'm your bitch, all yours! Yesss I'm gonna cum!"

Pete leaned over him, gripping his balls, and took the head of his cock into his mouth. Dean cried out and arched, his body spasming as he shot a generous load into Pete's mouth. Pete stayed put until his body had calmed, and then let his softening cock slip out from between his lips, which he quickly sealed shut. He crawled up the bed and glared down at Dean for a few moments before abruptly spitting his cum all over his messy face.

Dean gasped and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply. When they opened again, he was smiling widely. "End scene?" he whispered.

"End scene!" Pete agreed, breaking into a grin. His voice was edged with relief. He carefully took Dean's collar off and passed him an old towel to clean his face with. "Shit! Dean, was all that okay? I didn't hurt you too much?"

"No, oh man-Pete, that was better than I even hoped!" Dean exclaimed, reaching up to kiss Pete once he'd wiped his mouth. He beamed raptly. "You have no idea. It was incredible-absolutely epic!"

Pete settled next to him on the bed and cuddled up to his side. "I think I bruised your neck a little..."

"I don't mind! I mean, it hurt sometimes, but... I liked it! I really did!"

"You're such a freaky little weirdo!" Pete laughed. "Oh, shit... I can't believe I was such a bastard to you! I felt so bad, but it was also kinda... really hot! I guess we're both freaks."

"Consenting adults, Petey," Dean giggled, hugging him warmly. "We can be as freaky as we like." He kissed his cheek and nuzzled him. "Thanks for indulging me. And spitting my own stuff in my face? Didn't see that coming. That was a nice touch."

"I just followed my heart," Pete snickered. "Apparently my heart is pretty goddamn twisted."

"In all the right ways," Dean purred, stroking Pete's beard.

"I almost broke character when you started up crying. You're amazing!"

"I don't know why I enjoyed that so much," Dean sighed fondly. "Pete, this has been... easily the most fun I've ever had. Can we play again soon?"

"You promise you'll use the safeword if it gets too much?"

"Yes Pete, I swear. I used the hand signal, didn't I?"

"Yeah, that worked well. Sure, let's do it again." Pete grinned widely and kissed him passionately for a few minutes. "Okay. Now... let's go finish up that amazing dinner. Oh, fuck, it was so good! I love when you cook for me."

Dean giggled and pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Hold my hand on the way? I left my glasses in the kitchen."

"Better yet, I'll piggyback you!"

Dean laughed delightedly as he hopped up onto Pete's back. "Giddyup, horsey!"

"I am NOT playing THAT game!" Pete snorted.

"We'll see, Petey... we'll see." Dean grinned uncontrollably as he snugly gripped his ride back to the kitchen.



Just a Game Ch. 04



"No, I wasn't a virgin. But don't ask me the other guys' names, I'd fear for their safety. Neither of them are as experienced as Gabe at fighting."

Aaron rolled his eyes and shook his head, but she saw a little more of the tension drain from his body and moved back to the couch to sit next to him. Her face burned again as she tried to figure out what words she could possibly use to explain the situation so her brother would understand. She couldn't come up with them, so she said the closest thing she could think of. 

"He didn't do anything I didn't want him to do."

"It doesn't matter. I know how he is with women." 

"I don't think you do. I don't think you've ever tried to understand how he is with women and you should. You could learn a thing or two from him." Aaron sneered and was about to speak but Cass cut him off, determined to make him hear what she had to say. "What do you think I learned growing up watching you with your girlfriends?"

"Apparently not enough if you didn't know better than to get charmed into bed by someone who has no intention of getting involved in a relationship with you."

"I wouldn't want to be in a relationship like the ones you have. Do you think I never noticed the way you treat your girlfriends one way to their face, but talk about them completely different when they aren't around? Or the way you're always complaining about them, downplaying your feelings, acting like you have to stay a step ahead of them like it's all a big game and you're determined to come out the winner. Think about it, Aaron. Would you want a guy treating me the way you treated Shelly?"

Aaron looked absolutely dumbfounded. His mouth opened and closed like he couldn't decide what to say. Finally he got a determined look on his face and spoke. "And how did I treat Shelly?"

"Like shit until she decided to leave on her own. And all because you didn't want to come off looking like the bad guy for breaking up with her. If you really cared about her feelings you'd have had the balls to tell her you didn't want her around anymore instead of running her off just so you could look back and say SHE was the one that left YOU."

"Fine," he said through clenched teeth. "I'm not the perfect boyfriend. But at least I don't go around sniffing out girls who just want to fuck so I don't have to commit to anyone."

"At least Gabe has enough respect for women to be honest about his intentions." 

"Respect? Honesty?" He snorted and rolled his eyes. "Are you sure you're still talking about Gabe?"

"Gabe treated me with more respect than any other guy I've ever known. Including you." He looked truly surprised at that and Cass thought maybe she was actually getting through to him. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Aaron. I don't need you to protect me from the big bad world."

He looked away, staring into the Christmas tree again for a long moment. "You're my little sister. It's my job to protect you." 

"I know, but at some point you have to respect me enough to let me make my own decisions even if you think I'm making a mistake." She could see he was struggling with what she was telling him and almost felt bad, but she knew he needed to hear it. "I needed someone this week and Gabe was there for me. He made me feel better about myself without patronizing me or telling me what he thought I wanted to hear. He showed me that I deserve way more than what I've been settling for." 

Aaron shook his head and looked up at her, doubt and hesitation etched on his face as he stared into her eyes. "He's gonna break your heart, Cass."

"Maybe." Her heart thumped painfully in her chest and she looked down at her hands clasped in her lap to hide the pain in her eyes from her brother. "Probably," she whispered, knowing full well the damage had already been done. She looked back up and shrugged with a wry smile. "My eyes were open the whole time."

He shook his head again and she could see that it wasn't a good time to try to push him to apologize. "Come on, let's get lunch ready. Mom and Dad will be home soon and if they don't get their cabbage and black eyed peas on New Year's Day they're gonna be poor and unlucky all year long. I don't want to be responsible for that." She was rewarded with a brief chuckle and stood to head to the kitchen, surprised when he pulled her into a tight hug. 

"I love you, Cass."

"I love you, too."

Aaron started lunch while Cass did a final run through of the house, picking up a few stray red plastic cups and airing out the garage. When their parents got home they spent a relatively pleasant afternoon relaxing as a family. She and Aaron did a respectable job of covering up any lingering tension and her parents didn't appear to have picked up on anything out of the ordinary. 

That evening they all hung out in the living room together and made fun of a cheesy New Year's special on television, but through it all Cass couldn't ignore the heavy lump that seemed to be lodged in her throat. 

He was leaving tomorrow.

She didn't know how she'd expected this...thing, for lack of a better word, to end between them, but it wasn't like this. It just felt wrong walking away with no resolution. Not that she'd expected declarations of love or tearful farewells or anything, but a quiet moment together would have been nice; a moment that didn't involve an irate brother and a potential concussion. 

After a while she excused herself and went up to hide in her bedroom. She turned some music on her laptop and Al Green started playing as she flopped back onto her bed. Crap, she was NOT going to cry. She refused to let herself cry. 

She rolled to her stomach and felt a lump under the sheets so she shoved her hand under them angrily to dislodge whatever it was. It turned out to be Gabe's plaid button up. Instinctively she brought it up to her face and breathed deeply, smelling him on the shirt.

The tears fell.

She knew all along what the end result would be regardless of the way they said goodbye. So why did she feel so bad about it? Why did she have the overwhelming need to see him again, make sure he was okay, make sure there wasn't anything else that needed to be said between them? Why did the whole thing feel so...unfinished?

Her phone lay on the bed within arms reach and she longed to reach for it. She could do it. Call him. Or send him a text. She could say she just wanted to ask if his jaw was okay. 

No. She shook her head at herself. The last thing she wanted was to be another one of those girls begging him to fill her slot. It was over and she just needed to find a way to let it go. It hurt now, but maybe once she was back at school it would get easier. At least there would be plenty to distract her. 

She sighed and closed her eyes, clutching his shirt tight to her chest as the tears dried on her cheeks.

...

Gabe sat on the top step of the back porch and stared out at the darkening backyard, not really seeing it. He felt like shit physically and emotionally. There was a dull ache emanating from his jaw into the back of his skull, but that wasn't what he was fixating on. He was too busy going back and forth between feeling despondent that his best friend of almost twenty years never wanted to see him again and feeling heartbroken that his best friend's sister didn't want anything more from him than some lessons in how to get off.

He couldn't blame her, they both said from the beginning that was all it was about between them, but somewhere along the way he'd gotten completely tangled up in her. The last two days he'd forced himself to leave her alone, give her space to think about what she really wanted, but the unintended result had been that he'd had space to think about what he really wanted. Once the urgency of his physical desire for her was removed from the equation, he realized that it wasn't what was driving him. 

He didn't just want her body, he wanted all of her. He wanted her sweet smiles and her embarrassed giggles and her fiery temper and her teasing jibes. He wanted her to be his and he wanted everyone to know it.

The very idea of it scared the shit out of him. He tried to tell himself he was confusing lust and long-time friendship with...well, something else and he'd almost convinced himself it was true until last night. He couldn't say for sure it was the kiss that tipped him over the edge, but some time during the course of the night he'd given in completely.

Last night after she asked him to stay he'd found himself lying in her bed just watching her sleep. His chest ached at the sight of her auburn lashes lying against her creamy white cheeks, her lips red and puffy from his kisses. Those same lips were curled into a relaxed, satisfied smile and his heart swelled with the knowledge that he was the one who put that smile on her face. 

"Fine, I admit it," he whispered to himself. "I love her."

The words echoed in his mind, not nearly as surprising as they should have been. If he thought about it, the signs had been there from the very beginning. It had never really felt like a game to him. Once he allowed himself to acknowledge it a sense of peace settled on him. Holding her like that, their bodies twined together, it seemed so natural; so right. 

He'd been relatively confident she felt something for him too, until this morning. Her comments to Aaron about seducing him and getting all she wanted from him had caught him by surprise. And then his clumsy attempts to feel her out had not gone the way he expected when she came right out and told him she didn't want anything more from him. Her words had cut him like a knife and he'd shut himself off so she wouldn't see that she'd hurt him. 

Still, even now he couldn't help but wonder whether that whole conversation might have gone differently if it hadn't come on the heels of their confrontation with Aaron. His tirade had left them both angry and defensive, and in Gabe's case, fuzzy headed and in pain. Maybe if they'd woken slowly with the rising sun, still wrapped in each other's arms, she'd have seen what he felt in his eyes and he never would have had to struggle to find the words to tell her...

It didn't matter now; he just needed to find some way to let it go. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard. Work would keep him busy enough and unless he found some way to fix things with Aaron, which didn't seem likely at the moment, he wouldn't have to worry about running into her.

He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

Right now it definitely felt like a bad thing, since the only person in the world he wanted to see was her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and bury his face in her hair so he could smell her. He wanted to hear her tell him that everything was going to be okay and feel her hands soothing the tense muscles of his back. More than anything he wanted to kiss her again. Damn it, why hadn't he at least kissed her again?

He laid his head gingerly in his hands and heaved a sigh. The screen door opened behind him and he smelled his mother's perfume before he heard the creak of the stairs as she sat down next to him.

"You and Aaron haven't gotten in an actual fight since you were fourteen and Sensei told you he'd kick you both out if you ever touched each other in anger again."

Gabe chuckled humorlessly. "Ironically enough, that fight was about a girl too."

"I told you not to tell him you thought his girlfriend was obnoxious."

"I didn't." There was no point trying to keep it quiet, his mother would have weaseled the story out of him eventually. She was good at that. "He caught me with Cassie." When he looked up at her he was surprised not to see an expression of shock on her face.

"You probably should have said something to him before you asked her out," she said matter-of-factly.

"I didn't exactly ask her out..."

"Oh, Gabe-"

"Don't start, Mom. I feel bad enough, okay? Believe me, I couldn't feel more like a pile of shit right now. My best friend, the person who knows me better than anyone else in the goddamn world, thinks I'm not good enough for his sister."

"Watch your language. I'm sure that's not true. He just doesn't want to see get Cassie hurt. Did you tell him you have feelings for her?"

"He didn't give me the chance, but it doesn't matter anyway." 

"What does that mean?"

"It doesn't matter what Aaron thinks about it because Cassie doesn't want me."

"That's ridiculous. She's been mooning over you since she was a little girl."

"Yeah well, she's not a little girl anymore."

"Took you long enough to figure that out."

"You're really not helping here, Mom."

"I'm sorry honey. I know it hurts right now and it seems like everything is messed up, but you'll sort it out."

"I don't know about that. I may have actually screwed this one up beyond repair. I just didn't...I didn't realize..." He trailed off, unsure what he was even trying to say. Finally he gave up trying to figure it out and shrugged again. "And now it's too late."

They were both silent for a while and then his mother sighed and put her hand on his arm. "I didn't provide you with a very good example of how relationships should work. No, don't argue, it's true. I wasted too many years sacrificing all the wrong things trying to hang on to relationships that were obviously not good for me. Or for you. My priorities were all messed up. I wanted so badly to be loved that I was willing to settle for anything that vaguely resembled it."

"You did the best you could Mom, I know that."

"No I didn't. I could have...I should have done better. And I'm sorry that I didn't. But I want you to know how proud I am of the man you've become despite the series of assholes I paraded in front of you."

Gabe wanted to say something, but the lump in his throat prevented him.

"It doesn't matter one bit what Aaron or anyone else thinks of you because the truth is that you have a good heart and you want to treat women right. And even if you don't always know the best way to go about that yet, you're miles ahead of most men twice your age because you care enough to make an effort. The right woman will value that in you no matter what mistakes you make." 

"Thanks mom," he said, his voice tight with emotion. 

"You're welcome." She patted his arm again. "Now come inside and take some more ibuprofen. I can tell you're hurting."

"Hey mom." He stopped her with a hand on her arm. "I like Jim. He seems like a really good guy and I'm glad you found someone who deserves you." 

"Thanks honey. He is a good guy. And I'm glad you like him; that means a lot to me. Take it as proof, it's never too late."

...

Cass slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked toward her dorm. A call had come in an hour ago, but she'd been in the middle of dance practice and this was the first chance she'd had to look at her phone. She was so surprised to see Aaron's number that she called him back immediately; slightly worried that something was wrong.

"Hey Cass, how's it going?" His casual tone set her mind at ease.

"I'm alright, how are you? Is Emory kicking your butt yet?"

"Not for lack of trying. I'm doing alright so far, though. I just had to give up hoping for anything resembling a social life."

"Turning into a bookworm already?"

"Pretty much. A couple weeks ago was the first time I went anywhere other than class or the library. I ran into Avery and she made me go out to dinner with her."

"That sounds cool," Cass said, trying not to let the smile show in her voice. Avery had sent her an effusive series of texts letting her know about the dinner as it was happening, but she wasn't going to give her friend away.

"It was. Avery's a trip, we had a good time. But look, I was calling because I wanted to ask you a favor."

"What's that?"

"I have to go to a wedding at home the weekend of the fourteenth and I thought you might want to go with me."

"Seriously? The great and powerful Aaron Carson can't get a date to a wedding?"

"I told you I have no life. Please? I figured you might like an excuse to come home for the weekend. I'll even come pick you up if you need a ride."

"Fine. Wait, which weekend? The fourteenth? That's Valentine's Day."

"Yeah, so? You got big plans or something?"

"No, but you could pretend to think it's a possibility just to make me feel better."

He laughed and the sound brought a bright grin to her face. It felt like they were finally getting back to normal after the craziness of the holiday break. She wondered if he and Gabe had made their peace yet, but didn't want to give the impression she was milking him for information.

"Alright, so assuming you don't get a hot date in the meantime I'll see you weekend after next?"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'll call you about the ride."

"Cool. Thanks Cass, I owe you."

"Yeah you do. Bye Aaron."

As the weekend approached Cass had mixed feelings. She was looking forward to seeing her family, but spending Valentine's Day as her brother's date seemed kind of lame. Not that Valentine's Day was all that big a deal for her usually, but this year she was feeling particularly lonely and vulnerable. She hadn't had enough time to get over what had happened with Gabe and her emotions were still a little raw. 

She was beginning to wonder if there would ever be enough time to get over him. She'd finally put his shirt away in a drawer, once she realized that she was creeping herself out by continuing to sleep with it. She drew the line at washing it though, that would get rid of his smell.

Once word got out in their circle of friends that she and Trey had split up she'd been asked out several times. She'd even gone on a couple of dates and had fun, but it never went further than that. Despite her efforts she couldn't help comparing the guys to Gabe and they just didn't measure up. It didn't seem fair to herself or them to keep seeing them when she knew she wasn't really into them.

At any rate, when she thought about Valentine's Day, if she thought about it at all, it wasn't to pine over not having someone to buy her chocolate and roses. If she wanted that she could have it at any time. But she didn't just want someone, she wanted Gabe. Chocolate and roses she could take or leave.

Since that wasn't going to happen she made up her mind to forget about Valentine's Day and just try to enjoy being with her family for the weekend. Luckily one of her girlfriends was driving to Atlanta and gave her a ride to Aaron's new apartment so they could ride home together. The drive was relaxing and she felt the remnants of the discomfort between them melt away as the miles passed. At one point she felt herself drifting off and sat up straighter, searching for something to talk about to wake herself up.

"So who's getting married? Anyone I know?"

"Yeah actually, it's Ms. Sanders and her boyfriend Jim. Or I guess technically he's her fiancé now."

Cass froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Please tell me you're joking."

"I know it happened kind of fast, but she says at their age there's no point in waiting. They thought Valentine's Day would be a cute anniversary." Aaron's eyes kept darting over to her nervously, completely ruining his attempt at feigned nonchalance. 

"Aaron, I swear to god if you weren't driving I would murder you right this second."

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" She could hear her voice getting shrill and tried to calm herself. It didn't matter. She didn't have to go to the wedding. Aaron would just have to show up dateless.

"You didn't ask."

"I didn't realize I needed to. And I don't know what you thought was going to happen once I found out, but I am not going to that wedding with you."

"Come on, Cass. Don't act like that. I'm trying to do you a favor here."

"What, by throwing it in my face? Rubbing some salt and lemon juice in my wounds to make sure I learned my lesson and I'm not getting off too easy?"




Just a Game Ch. 04



Aaron was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice subdued. "I know I can be a dick sometimes, but I would never do that to you."

Cass softened a bit, recognizing that she'd hurt his feelings. "Then what is the point of all this, Aaron?"

"To make up for being such an asshole, okay? I completely over reacted and I didn't give either of you a chance to explain. I jumped to conclusions about what was going on between you guys and I was wrong. And I'm sorry."

"Okay, apology accepted. But you've still got it wrong. Gabe and I don't have anything going on. Whatever it was between us is over."

Aaron snorted and rolled his eyes. "If you really believe that you're deluding yourself."

"It's the truth."

"You're still into him, aren't you?"

"I...it doesn't matter."

"I know you are. Avery told me."

"What?" Cass's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe her friend would rat her out like that, especially knowing all the dirt Cass had on her.

"I asked her to go to the wedding with me, but she suggested I bring you instead." He was quiet for a minute before continuing. "Suggested is the wrong word. She tore me a new one, actually. Told me I acted like a selfish prick and the only way to redeem myself was to try and fix it."

Cass was stunned into silence. The idea of the two of them discussing her private business as if it were up for public debate rubbed her the wrong way, but it was hard to stay annoyed with Avery knowing she'd stood up to Aaron on her behalf and given up not just a date, but a whole weekend road trip with her own crush just to give Cass the chance to see Gabe again.

"So are you going to admit you like him or is there nothing there for me to fix?"

"It doesn't matter, Aaron." She tried to force herself to relax, letting her head fall against the seat and gazing out the window at passing soybean fields. "The situation is what it is. There's no point talking about how I feel other than to make me feel like crap about it."

"That's exactly what he said."

"What?" Her head snapped up and she looked at her brother, ready to smack the satisfied smirk off his face. "What did he say?" She cringed at the words, they sounded so junior high, but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care too much. 

"Oh, suddenly it matters?"

Cass let out a frustrated growl. "That's it, pull over so I can strangle you."

Aaron just laughed. "Look, despite how it may appear, I'm not really trying to get in the middle of your business. You two need to talk to each other; that's why I wanted you to come this weekend. Whatever happens now at least I'll know it's not my fault if you guys go your separate ways."

"Oh I see. This is about assuaging your own guilt."

"Absolutely. But I also love you both and I want you to be happy. If being together is gonna make you happy then I don't want to be the one to stand in your way. Plus once I got over the weirdness of it...I kinda could see how maybe you two could be good for each other. I guess."

"Thanks Aaron," she said, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. "I appreciate the sentiment. And yes, obviously I still have a thing for him. But he never indicated that he felt that way about me and, I don't know, I've put a lot of effort into not getting my hopes up."

Aaron glanced over at her, then back at the road, shaking his head. "I called him, you know, to apologize for...all that stuff I said." He swallowed hard. "I could tell the minute I had him on the phone. He's got it bad, Cass. Trust me. It doesn't happen often, but when it does he falls hard."

Cass's heart throbbed painfully. For the first time since she was a stupid thirteen year old freshman she actually let herself feel the tiniest glimmer of hope. She'd have to wait and see once she felt the situation out for herself of course, but for now she let herself have the luxury of that hope.

"Hey Aaron," she said after a long extended silence. 

"Yeah?"

"Whatever happens with me, I'm glad you're talking to him again."

"Yeah, me too."

...

Gabe straightened his tie and tugged on his sleeves, checking himself in the mirror. As much as he complained about dressing up, he had to admit he looked pretty good. His hair was finally long enough to stay in a damn ponytail, so he had it pulled back neatly and his mom had bought him a new shirt and a tie that matched her blue dress.

Man, it was weird to see her like this. She wasn't giddily excited like she had been about men in years past. It was like a calm contentment had settled over her so despite the fact that this was the third time he'd personally witnessed her getting married, it was the first time he actually believed it was going to last. It gave him a sense of peace to know that she was finally at peace. 

Maybe she was right when she told him it was never too late.

He sighed at that. No matter how hard he tried not to, he always came back around to thinking about that. About her. It didn't do him any good, it just made him feel like shit. He supposed he should try harder to get over it before he ran into her, especially since he and Aaron seemed to have repaired their friendship somewhat.

He'd been surprised as hell when Aaron called him only a couple of weeks after their fight. It surprised him even more when Aaron actually apologized for what happened that morning. He hadn't asked for awkward explanations or demanded to know details, he'd just said that his reaction had been unfair and he'd said things he didn't mean and that he was sorry. Gabe apologized for sneaking around behind his back and that was that.

They'd been talking on the phone fairly regularly since then, more regularly than they ever had before, actually. Slowly, over the course of several conversations, more of the story had come out in bits and pieces. Aaron explained that Cassie had torn into him and said some things that pissed him off, but made him think hard about how he treated his girlfriends. Then he'd started asking Gabe about his thoughts on relationships and women. As weird as it was to talk about that sort of thing with a dude, Gabe tried to explain as best he could and Aaron seemed to get it. Some of it anyway.

A few weeks ago Gabe finally admitted to his friend that he had feelings for his sister, though only after several beers and Aaron pushing hard and accusing him of being in denial. He seemed to know something Gabe didn't and he'd wondered at the time if Cassie had said anything to him, but didn't ask. He didn't want it to seem like he was trying to dig up information on her. Aaron tried to talk him into calling Cassie and that night he almost did, but at the last second he hung up. Just like he had every other time.

Gabe had gone over his final conversation with Cassie a million times since that morning and he knew there were things he'd left unsaid that he needed to say. He couldn't even count the number of times he'd picked up his phone and started dialing her number, but it just seemed wrong to have that conversation over the phone. Or maybe he was just a coward.

Again, it didn't matter. It especially didn't matter right now, since he needed to be focusing on his mom and the wedding that was supposed to go down in the next half hour. Last time they'd talked Aaron wasn't sure if he could make it, but he said he would try. Gabe hoped he came, it would mean a lot to his mom and, he had to admit, he wouldn't feel quite right until he actually looked into his friend's eyes and saw that there were no hard feelings. 

The wedding was a small affair, just a few close friends and family in a little wedding chapel not far from the house. Gabe stood proudly next to his mother while she exchanged vows and may or may not have shed a little tear when his new step-father kissed the bride. 

It wasn't until they turned to the few spectators to present the husband and wife that he noticed Aaron sitting in the back row. With Cassie. He was so caught off guard he tripped and almost fell on his face as he started back down the aisle. 

God, she looked incredible. She was wearing that same green shirt she'd worn on New Year's Eve, this time with a little black skirt that showed off her fantastic legs. When she met his eyes and gave him the tiniest of smiles it was like a shock to his system and he was sure he stopped breathing for a minute. Just looking at her made his heart pound in his chest and he had to force himself to look away long enough to nod to Aaron as he walked past them down the aisle.

The whole party was quickly ushered out of the chapel in preparation for the next wedding; apparently Valentine's Day was a busy day for wedding chapels. By the time he made it to the parking lot they were already gone, so he didn't get a chance to speak to either of them, but he expected to see them at the reception. If you could even call it that. They were just having a little party at his mom's house before she and Jim left to drive to Gatlinburg for a brief honeymoon. 

He didn't even know what he said to the milling people in the living room. There was a smile plastered on his face and he did a lot of nodding, but his eyes kept returning to the door looking for the flash of her red hair. After nearly an hour he gave up and snuck out to the back porch to get a few minutes of quiet. 

The happy couple would be leaving in a little while and then he'd be able to kick the rest of the people out and go find Cassie. His resolve had been shaken a bit by the fact that she hadn't shown up, but he knew he'd regret it if he didn't at least try. She was within reach and he was determined to say what he needed to say while he had the chance.

He leaned on the porch rail and sighed deeply, filling his lungs with the evening air. The breeze carried the scent of pine and...pears? His head snapped up and he turned to see Cassie walking toward him. She came to stand next to him and he just stared at her, frozen like an idiot. When he didn't speak she smiled hesitantly, then out of nowhere leaned in and kissed him.

The second her lips touched his he came back to life. They were warm and so soft and only pressed against his for a second before she pulled back and looked at him nervously. Without a second thought Gabe pressed her against the railing and took her lips with his. He clasped her face in his hands and slid his tongue it into her warm mouth, meeting hers with a soft groan of satisfaction. She melted into him, clinging to his chest, tangling their tongues together in a wet, sloppy dance that had them both panting for breath.

"Cassie," he whispered against her lips, but couldn't say more before he had to press them to hers again just to assure himself that he could. She opened to him with no resistance, her hands slipping around the back of his neck and threading up into his hair, messing up his ponytail and sending a chill down his spine. 

God, he'd missed her even more than he thought. They way her body felt against his, it was all he could do not to push her skirt up and take her right there on the porch. Fortunately his good sense won out and he settled for palming her sweet ass and pulling her tight against his body. Eventually he released her lips and pulled back enough that he could look down into her face. His heart pounded while he watched her eyes flutter open and her lips curve up into a smile.

"That didn't feel like a game."

"No." His laugh was hesitant, since he wasn't sure whether that meant she approved or disapproved, but she'd kissed him first. That had to mean something, right? Either way, there was no turning back now. He had to speak his mind. "No more games. I should have told you that morning, but I was too chicken shit. I was afraid to be the one to say I wanted more, but I do. I want you, Cassie. I want us."

She made a noise in her throat that sounded suspiciously like a sob, but her hands were still tangled in his hair and she pulled him down to kiss her again so he couldn't see her face. When she let go he saw the tears on her cheeks and his heart kicked up in panic. 

"Oh no baby, don't do that. Please don't cry." The words tumbled out in a rush as he wiped her face with his shirt cuffs. "It's okay, I understand. I'm not trying to push you into something you don't want. I just needed to say it-"

"Would you shut up? And stop that." She sniffed and pulled his hands away from her face impatiently. "You're gonna ruin your new shirt." 

Her touch turned gentle, her hands sliding into his so he could clasp them tightly as her eyes slid down his chest. He could see the desire in them and for a split second he considered offering to go back to their original deal. If he couldn't have all of her at least he could have that much, but before it had even formed as a complete thought he discarded it. He'd go crazy torturing himself that way and probably drive her crazy, too. 

Her eyes came back up to meet his and she smiled that sweet smile that always made his heart skip a beat. "Of course I want that, why else would I be here?"

He sagged against her in relief, wrapping his arms tight around her waist and burying his face in her neck. After he got his pounding heart under control he couldn't help but tease her. "Because you just can't enough of my sweet, sweet lovin?"

"Nice. Way to ruin the touching moment." She pushed his shoulders away in exasperation, but he could see the laughter in her eyes. 

"I'll show you a touching moment." He grinned and grabbed her hips, leaning into her while he pulled her close. She groaned and rolled her eyes at his bad pun, but didn't stop him from taking another kiss. Its intensity was in stark contrast to his teasing words, and when he pulled away several minutes later he wasn't smiling. "Stay with me tonight."

She bit her lower lip and he suppressed the urge to pull it from between her teeth with his thumb. Aaron did the same thing when he was thinking and he didn't want to interrupt her if she was trying to work out a way she could stay the night.

"I want to go home and visit with my parents a little while first, but I think it'll be okay. It will be a little weird telling them where I'm going, but I guess I'm going to have to tell them about us eventually, right?"

"As far as I'm concerned you can tell the whole world. I'm done sneaking around. You want me to come with you? We can tell them together."

"Really? Are you up for that?"

"Of course. You don't think they'll mind do you?"

Cass laughed. "No, I'm pretty sure Mom will be thrilled. You know she loves you. Now Dad...I don't know. I guess any reaction would be an improvement over getting clocked in the jaw and he's not likely to do that, but he won't like me spending the night with you."

Their conversation was interrupted by Aaron sticking his head out the door. "If you two can keep your hands off each other long enough I'm going to come out and say hello."

Cass rolled her eyes and Gabe laughed as Aaron walked toward them. Gabe held his hand out and Aaron clasped it firmly for just a moment before tugging Gabe into a tight hug.

"Hey, bro. Good to see you." Aaron said quietly.

"You too, man. Thanks for coming."

"So you guys kissed and made up, huh?" Aaron asked with a wink at Cassie that made her blush deeply.

"Yeah," Gabe said, trying not to feel awkward about sliding his arm around Cassie's waist and pulling her close. "Looks like your sister's decided to overlook my many flaws and give me a chance."

"Well if you're ever thinking of doing something that might hurt her; just remind yourself who knocked you on your ass-"

"Shut up, Aaron," Cass snapped, unamused by his little jibe.

"Excuse me? Was that a thank you, little sister?"

"Go away."

"You're welcome," Aaron said with a wide grin, before turning to look at the commotion going on inside. "Oh hey, I think the bride and groom are about to leave."

They went in and gave hugs all around, then lined up to throw birdseed at the couple as they climbed into Jim's enormous pickup truck, which was decorated with inflated condoms and shoe polish on the windows. After everyone left, Cass and Aaron helped Gabe clean up and packed up some of the leftover party food to take home to their parents.

As Cass expected, her mother was excited to find out they were seeing each other and gave Gabe a huge hug. Her father seemed surprised, but unconcerned until they were about to leave and Cass went to change out of her wedding clothes and grab her overnight bag. 

Gabe hovered near the door talking to Aaron and tried to pretend like he didn't notice the glare aimed his way. Eventually Mrs. Carson laid a hand on her husband's shoulder and murmured something to him. With a final glare over his shoulder they disappeared into the living room together.

"Should I go talk to him? I feel like I should say something."

"Not a good idea at the moment, bro. Trust me on this one. Let me talk to him first."

"Alright." Gabe still felt unsure, but a second later Cass came back down the stairs ready to go and the expectant smile on her face wiped his mind clean of any other thoughts.

"I'll be back in the morning," she called toward the living room and received an annoyed grunt from her father in reply. She made a face at Aaron as she slipped out the door. "Good thing he doesn't own a gun," she murmured under her breath.

"He'll get over it. It's not easy getting used to the idea that someone you still think of as a little girl is a really grown woman." The moment could have turned awkward, but Aaron quickly said goodbye and closed the door and Gabe took Cassie's hand and led her down the walk, relieved to finally be alone with her again.

When they got back to his house he pulled her to him and held her for a long moment, enjoying just having her in his arms. 

"Have I told you how much I missed you?"

"Not in so many words, but I got the impression."

He pulled back to look her in the eye. "I wanted to call you so many times, but..." He trailed off and just shrugged, unable to find the words to say what he felt.

"I know. I missed you too." She ran one finger along his jaw and pressed her lips to his briefly. 

He sighed and rested his forehead against hers. "This isn't going to be easy. We'll hardly ever see each other living so far apart."

"Are you backing out already?" Her little smirk didn't hide the nervousness in her eyes.

He shook his head, twirling a strand of her hair around his fingers. "Absolutely not. I just don't want you to feel like you're missing out. If you feel like this is too much too soon-"

"Are you kidding? Too soon? I've been waiting on this since I was thirteen." He made an effort at a smile, but she saw through him and her own smile faded. "I'm not saying it won't be hard, but I want to give it a shot, don't you?"

"Of course, I just-"

"Good, that's settled. Let's not talk about it any more tonight, okay? I just want to enjoy being with you." Her fingers smoothing the frown lines on his forehead brought him back to the present and when he looked at her face she was smiling. "Don't think so hard."

He couldn't help returning her smile, remembering when he'd said those words to her not too long ago. There was a lot more he felt like they needed to talk about, but he supposed it could wait a little while longer. 

"Maybe you could help distract me."

Her grin widened and she pressed her lips to his once again, running her fingers through his hair. Gabe closed his eyes and gave in to the kiss, letting himself relax in her arms. When she pulled back a few minutes later her eyes were dark and her breath was short. She took his hand and led him down the stairs to his basement room. Or what used to be his basement room.

She stopped short at the bottom, looking around in surprise. The posters and pin-ups were gone. His sandbag was still there, but disassembled, ready for him to load it in his truck to take back to his cabin the next day. There were a few boxes of things here and there, but mostly the room was empty.