The Preppy Guy

He let our hands drop, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Why did he have to be so attractive? I knew we would never work. I mean, he wasn't interested in me that way, and even if he was... there was the age gap, and we had different lifestyles, sort of, right? Plus, we'd been friends for so long by this point...

......

A few weeks later, we met up to play tennis. We were side by side practicing serves while Liam was complaining about a girl at work who kept hitting on him.

I made a joke that maybe he should give it a go.

"You think I'm straight?!"

"Um, no?" I was confused why he even asked. We'd been friends for years. I knew he was as gay as me.

He threw down his tennis racket. "You think I'm straight!"

"No! Gosh, I was just saying maybe she thought you were." I didn't get why it was such a big deal.

His next few serves were crazy fast. I'm glad I wasn't on the receiving end of those.

"Calm down, would you?"

"I just need to work off some energy."

"Because you thought I thought you're straight?"

He glared at me.

"Okay, well, I know you're not. Why'd that upset you so much?"

He kept just looking at me. He looked like he was seeing through me or in me or searching for something. He didn't answer and went back to practicing serves, thankfully at a normal level of aggression. Oookay then.

......

Another weekend, we went to a nearby mountain for biking.

It was a beautiful day and the trails were well demarcated without being overused.

There was also a gondola to take us to the top! So fun! Without being overcrowded, there were still a good amount of people on a beautiful weekend like this. Every time we got on, Liam sat next to me so our thighs were plastered together. Even if I pulled my legs together a bit to give him space since he's taller and bigger, he'd spread his legs wider until they were against mine again. It was certainly distracting, and if I was being honest with myself, I like it.

On one of the more crowded gondolas, I was in a corner, and Liam genuinely looked crammed. I moved against the wall as much as I could, but his legs kept pushing against mine until I was too squished. I lifted my right leg over his left one. Ooh I liked slipping down his inner leg. He grunted and gripped above my knee where my biking shorts had ridden up. Thankfully, we reached the top shortly after.

It was such a great day Saturday that we decided to go back Sunday.

One of my friends, Bailey, from the college mountain biking club heard I was headed up and asked to hang.

I thought the more the merrier!

But the day did not go as I expected. As soon as Bailey arrived, he had hearts in his eyes for Liam.

He was constantly asking Liam questions like how tall he is, and what he likes to eat, where he hangs out on campus, and what his usual days look like. As if he was learning his schedule to ambush him. Liam gave short one word answers or flat our ignored Bailey a lot of the time.

Bailey, however, did not get the hint. He kept on badgering.

I wasn't really having fun, feeling more like a third wheel, but I gave them space. If they were going to be a good match, who was I to get in the way? I got the feeling Bailey wanted to sit next to Liam on the gondola, so I kept giving up my seat. Liam leaned forward when that happened to talk to me, or he'd move right before getting on to sit next to me. He also sat even more closely pressed to me than yesterday, if that was possible. His thigh pressed into mine and moved sometimes like a caress or to remind me it was there. I felt his warmth transfer to me and spread throughout my body.

The trails were good. Later in the day, Liam admired one of the biggest jumps. "I'd love to give that a go! But the landing's carved out. I'd injure myself if I landed wrong."

Bailey quickly grabbed onto Liam's arm and, ugh, caressed it. "I'll take care of you if you do." He batted his eyelashes.

Liam slipped out of his grip and came around to me. He leaned his face down to level with me. "What about you? Would you take care of me?"

"No, of course not!" His jaw dropped. "You know what you're getting into. If you know you're going to get hurt, then don't do it." He burst out laughing! I wasn't being funny. He shouldn't do stupid things. I get Bailey is trying to flirt with him, but putting Liam in harms way is not the way to do it.

After that little interaction, suddenly, Bailey was all over Liam! Like aaaall over him. Desperate much? I guess I shouldn't judge. Liam was absurdly handsome...

Next time getting on the gondola, I nearly fell forward. Did Bailey just literally push me out of the way!? WTH!

Liam was a loyal friend and even seemed repelled by Bailey, which at that point, gave me small tingles of happiness.

At the end of the day, Bailey asked Liam to dinner! He didn't even invite me. Liam said he's not hungry. Me, being the nice person I am, asked Bailey to join me at the local diner for dinner. He brushed off my invite saying he actually was in a hurry and needed to get back home. Well, I tried.

We packed everything up in the cars.

Liam turned to me, "So, where's that diner?"

"I thought you weren't hungry?" Bailey jumped in.

"Doesn't matter. I want to spend more time with Remy." I blushed.

"Then I'll join too-"

"No, we wouldn't want to keep you. You did say you're in a hurry." Liam practically loaded Bailey up in his car and sent him on his way.

I felt guilty again about my pleased feelings of how the evening turned out.

While eating fries, waiting for our meal, I happened to see my reflection in the window.

"Omg! Why didn't you tell me I have helmet hair? I look ridiculous! And my face is still so red while I'm wearing a red shirt."

"You look good."

"You think I look good, like this?"

"You're always beautiful." His deep eyes were so sincere.

It was the way he said it that made my breath catch. "Thank you." I still ran my hands through my hair trying to fix it.

......

Even after yesterday's events, last night, Bailey called me to ask me to ask Liam if he was interested in him. I mean, I didn't really like how had Bailey acted, but I also didn't want to cockblock my friends.

The next morning, I went to breakfast with Liam. He was the same as always. I appreciated his consistency. I could depend on him to be the guy he always was.

"Random question, how do you feel about Bailey?"

"He's nice enough."

"So what would you think about going on a date with him?"

"No."

"That was a pretty fast and direct answer." Internally, I was pleased. Gosh, I needed to stop feeling this feeling.

"I'm not interested in someone like him at all."

Now, I was kind of offended on Bailey's behalf for some reason! "He's really nice! And I think he really likes you. You wouldn't make a bad pair." What was wrong with me? I needed to make up my mind.

Liam loudly set down his utensils. "I'm not interested in him. I'm- No." His eyes were the sternest I've ever seen them.

"Okay, okay." I felt like a child disciplined in the principal's office for some reason all of a sudden. I felt like, lately, all I did was aggravate him.

......

A few weeks later over winter break, we both went to our hometown and had a movie night. It was chill and relaxing, until it wasn't.

He started out the night giving me lots of compliments, even more than usual. I was blushing and bashful by the time we started the movie. He also looked good, wearing short sleeves that showed off his strong muscles, and smelled reeeeally good. I kept finding excuses to get closer briefly to inhale his intoxicating scent. When I bit my lip to stop from moaning, I think his eyes tracked the movement. He had baked us snacks and chose a movie I'd like.

I don't know who moved, him or me or both. As the movie progressed, we ended up closer and closer on the couch until we were touching.

Our bodies were pressed against each other for hours. Our hips, our shoulders, and our thighs. I kept shifting in my seat, and feeling his thigh searing against mine made me feel good, like that time in the gondolas, but better. I think he purposefully pressed his thigh against mine every once in a while, but maybe he was doing it in a friendly way. I don't know! I couldn't think all that well with his proximity, and warmth, and manly scent.

It was an innocent enough touch, but it drove me crazy. I kept peaking over at him, but he seemed as normal as ever. I wanted... so much more. Wow, when did that happen?

He, on the other hand, did nothing!! He didn't make any moves. I was overheated and turned on like no other, and he didn't even notice or didn't care to notice.

Should I try to initiate something? But I know him, and he's the aggressor. If he wanted to, he wouldn't hold back, probably.

I peaked at his lap multiple times, but his shirt hid whether he was feeling... similar to me or not.

......

Liam's POV:

I didn't know how much more I could take. I knew I was going to be hard as I always was with Remy, so I had tucked my cock into my waistband with my shirt over my lap before we sat down. At least I was covered in that aspect.

But Remy was acting weird tonight. He was flushed and kept wiggling around. Surely, I was being punished for something I did in a past life. I couldn't help but get closer and closer to him, until I could feel every one of his movements.

I knew he was horny, but I didn't know if it was because of the movie or something else or... after all these years, me. I shouldn't get my hopes up. I didn't want to misinterpret and freak him out and not be in his life at all. I couldn't bear that.

All I needed was any sign from him, and I'd be all over him. Anything. I dug my fingers into my thigh that wasn't pressed against the temptation next to me. Come on, Remy.

......

Remy's POV:

Sometimes... sometimes I thought Liam might have feelings for me. I mean, sure he sort of flirted with me at the beginning of our friendship, but it's apparent he has no interest, since he did nothing tonight!! I was burning up from his proximity. And he did nothing.

After he left, I tidied up. As soon as I got into bed, I couldn't help myself and stripped. I started jerking off to thoughts of him. I was already close. Did that make me a bad friend?

His name popped up on my phone! Ah! No, it's okay. There's no way he knows. Calm down.

I let go of my pulsing dick. "Hi! Um, what's up?"

"I just... missed you."

His voice was so low and gravely. I couldn't help but touch myself. I skimmed my fingers to my aching hole. I rubbed around it.

"Uh, already? Mh." I slipped a finger in. I ached so bad. This was his fault!

He paused before answering. "Yeah."

"Mhmm, okay." I found my prostate and slid over it. "Um, this actually isn't a good tim-"

"Want to do something with me tomorrow?"

"Like, uh, like what?" I needed to stop! I didn't.

"Hmmm." His voice was so hot.

Oh no, I think I just breathed heavily into the phone. That was probably weird. Maybe he didn't notice. Can he hear my breaths less if it's on speaker? I changed to speaker. And I had more room to use my hands now. I can be quieter this way. I added a second finger. Oh yeah.

"Remy..." He growled.

"Y-yes?" My voice sounded more high pitched.

"You're so cute."

That made me pause. A warmth started in my chest and spread to my whole body. I bit my lip and fingered myself harder.

"What, what about me do you think is cute? Mhm?" I breathed out.

"Everything. Your bright smile, your button nose, your thoughtful comments... Your bouncy bubble butt..." Oh! He liked my butt? His compliments and his voice were an aphrodisiac. They added fuel to the fire burning in me. "And your cute noises."

"Noises?"

"Like the ones you're making now."

I gasped.

"Hmmm. Yeah, just like that."

Has he...? The whole time?!

"Come to my lake cabin tomorrow. I'm going to take a cold shower now. Good night." He hung up.

I added a third finger and jerked myself. I pictured him in the shower, naked and wet... yeahhh and blew!

I was breathing like I had run a marathon. Wait, a cold shower? Omg!!! He knew!! He heard everything!!

......

The next day, I was so embarassed, but Liam didn't bring it up and didn't act any differently than usual. His calm demeanor relaxed me. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal as I made it out to be.

It was winter, so too cold to swim, but it was still a beautiful day. He let me borrow one of his large insulated coats. He zipped me up like a child, but it made feel warm in more ways than one. We hiked a trail along the perimeter of the water. He helped me on some of the icy rocks, and when he let go of my arm, I felt almost disappointed. We had a wonderful day as always. My cheeks hurt from smiling. We grilled hamburgers for dinner.

At the end of the day, we sat by the lake in plastic chairs, watching the sunset, sipping on beers.

He showed me pictures from his younger sister's wedding. He wasn't even 30 yet, but his sister had gotten married already.

"I guess you're next!" I felt a tinge of jealousy go through me at the thought of him loving some other guy.

I thought he'd quip something back, but he didn't say anything.

I poked his thigh with my foot. "Hey, you're not getting any younger, you know. It's your turn. When are you going to get married, huh?"

Suddenly, he grabbed my ankle, and pulled my legs over his. The chair scraped as he pulled me closer. With his arms gripping my thighs now over his, he leaned close and said, "As soon as you say yes."

My mouth popped open in shock. I would've laughed at his joke except for the fact that he seemed so serious. I felt it to my core.

"What?"

"I have feelings for you, Remy. In fact, I love you. I know you don't feel the same way, but I can't take it when you blatently push me to be with other people. There's no one else for me, so I just wanted to tell you."

"You don't mean that..."

"I do. My dad sat me down last year to give me a talk about how he knows I'm head over heals for you but that I should branch out."

"Why? Doesn't your dad like me?"

"Of course he does! But he knows you're so far out of my league!" That wasn't true at all. I always felt like his dad was too harsh on him.

"So what'd you do?"

"I tried. I really did." Wow, his eyes looked surprised and slightly pained. "But I ended up comparing everyone to you. Everyone fell short. And..." He swallowed. "I... couldn't... for anyone else... get it up."

"Get what up?"

He didn't say anything.

"Omg! You mean your..."

"Yes, Remy, my cock." His eyes were laughing at me again!

"So it... doesn't work?"

"It works fine," he pushed one of my legs against him, and yup, I definitely felt his big cock working! "But only when you're around."

"Woahhh! So you haven't... with anyone in a while?"

"It's been a long while. But sex isn't the issue here. I don't want you talking about or, worse, trying to set me up with anyone. It's bad enough from my dad, but even worse when it's you. Just lay off."

"Okay." I was so bewildered.

"Okay, the sun's set. Let's head inside." He patted my thigh and grabbed our empty bottles.

......

We had planned to watch a movie, so that's what we did.

How was he so relaxed next to me right now?

"How are you so relaxed next to me right now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just professed your love to me a few minutes ago, but it's like we always are. You're chill and relaxed, which is making me feel completely comfortable, which is making me uncomfortable!"

He huffed out a laugh. "Sorry, did you want me to make you uncomfortable?"

"Well, no... but how do you do it?"

He turned to me, putting an arm on the back of the couch, just inches away from my shoulder. I was so aware of him physically, more than usual.

"Because nothing changed."

I almost forgot the question. "Nothing has changed?"

"I've always had feelings for you, from the beginning, and I always knew you weren't interested in me that way, so it's the same as always for me."

"Oh." Somehow when he said it that way, it made sense. He just oozed calmness and strength. I had no choice but to accept the normality of it.

Except why did he keep acting like I'd rejected him when I hadn't?

He turned back to the tv, but kept his arm around the couch. I settled in and leaned my head against him.

It was difficult for me to sit close to him. He smelled so good and was warm. I felt his muscles flex underneath me. It's also like now that the cat was out of the bag, he didn't hide his feelings anymore. It seemed like he was acting mostly the same, but just the small differences made me feel his care more.

And his phermones were getting to me. Or maybe those were my phermones. I should find a way to cover myself before he noticed my growing dick... wait.

"Are you hard right now?" I asked.

"I'd say more than half hard but not completely hard yet."

I looked at him again. His huge cock was outlined laying against his thigh under very thin cloth. Yummm.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to be steel soon."

"Oh sorry. Do you... often get hard around me?"

"All the time. Constantly." He laughed. "Don't look so surprised."

"But I've never seen..."

"Because I hid it, so you wouldn't find out how I feel about you. But, now you know. Unless, if it bothers you, I can get a blanket or something."

"No, it's okay." I tried to focus on the movie, but my eyes kept going back to his lap. It looked so good. It kept growing too. Wow, how big was he? Like 8, no 9 inches?

I could feel precome wetting the fabric over my dick. I was getting so worked up. I gripped his thigh.

"Remy..."

"How are you so calm right now?" Except for his obscene cock, he looked like he was actually just enjoying a movie! I squeezed his thigh.

He crowded me, his face dipping into my neck and his lips skimming up to my ear. "Like I said, I'm used to it. Years. Remy, years you've made me like this," he said in a pained, deep voice. It was almost accusing.

I gasped. I don't think I truly understood until then.

I palmed myself. He growled and nipped my ear.

"Can you- Can you talk to me? I really like your voice."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." When did I become so whanton? I stroked myself through my shorts.

"Like last night?"

"Ah! Don't bring that up!"

"But I loved it. I love you. And your gasps and moans and little sounds you can't keep in. You drive me crazy. I want to hear them all."

He sucked on my neck.

"Mhmmm! What do you want to do... what would you do... to me?"

He growled again. Kissing up my jaw, he replied, "I want to make love to you in the shower. Against the wall, on a table, everywhere. I want to kiss you until there's no space between us." He sucked on my earlobe then began nips and kisses all over my neck again. "I want you from behind, to play with your huge, voluptuous ass and cram my giant cock into your tight hole. I'd give you so much pleasure. I'd make love to you hard until you screamed my name."

Our breathes were harsh in the silence.

"Liam..." I ached soooo bad.

He pulled back. "Can I kiss you?" He asked.

"No!" Omg! Why did I say that?

"Are you sure?"

"No." I couldn't take my eyes off his lips.

He gave one of his small smiles and leaned in. He gave me enough time to pull away, but I didn't.

His kiss was strong and direct. I think he meant to start out slow, but I plastered my body to his side and threw my legs over his, wrapping my arms around his neck. He gripped my waist and legs, pulling me fully into his lap. I gasped at feeling his anaconda against me, an opportunity he used to thrust his tongue into me.

"Mhhmmphmm," I couldn't stop moaning against him. Even his tongue was big. It was overwhelming.

He repositioned me so I was straddling him. He used this opportunity to play with my ass cheeks. His hands ran all over my globes. He jiggled and smooshed. He pulled and caressed. He moaned the whole time, as if he'd found heaven.