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It was official, undeniable and painfully obvious for anyone who had the offchance misopportunity to come across the sight, Mitch had caught feelings for his best friend in the entire world, his one and only Jerome. There was just something about the way the other man’s earth coloured eyes reflected light as if they were deep wells that one could drown in, the way that he laughed, a soft chuckle that caused shivers to run down Mitch’s spine, his hair, oh his fluffy brown hair, and his warm, soft skin that Mitch felt whenever Jerome hugged him. It was painful, in a way, that they were just best friends, for Mitch craved for the sweetness that came from the idea of a romantic relationship with Jerome. Jerome in specific. Nobody else, just this beautiful man. Mitch had fallen head over heels for his best friend. There was nothing he could do about it, his heart beat so fast it could burst out of his chest whenever he saw the guy. He could feel his cheeks flare up. Some would even dare argue that they saw Mitch’s eyes water and sparkle in adoration when he made eye contact with his best friend. Every single night, he would stay up in his bed, under the safety and comfort of his duvet and think about just how perfect his friend, his darling Jerome, is. How nice and comforting his scent is, how sweet his tongue must be and how delicious it would be to finally have that tongue in his mouth, how perfectly shaped his legs are, and how nicely they’d fit around Mitch’s waist when Jerome is on top of him and sliding a hand down…Oh, he was getting those thoughts of his. So dirty. And thus, every night ended the same with Mitch having to pleasure himself to the thoughts of his best friend and at the end to grab some tissues for the sticky mess between his legs and then spending the remainder of the night hugging, coddling and kissing a poor pillow from his bedspread as he fell asleep, imagining he was cuddling with his beloved best friend until he could sleep easy in a cold, lonely bed. He had all the chances, theoretically. He could try and ask him out again. If, of course, he was so anxious too tell him and would consistently tell himself as he watched
“you damn fool! You need to make a move sooner or later!”
He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. And so what if for multiple months, he ignored Jerome’s pleading, lovey-dovey stares as the two of them hugged at the end of the day, when Jerome’s hands went just a bit too low to be just friendly as he wrapped his arms around Mitch’s waist, or whenever Jerome make lovey-dovey signs for him in Minecraft? It didn’t seem to register in Mitch’s mind that Jerome also may feel the same way. He ignored his own feelings, and felt so bad afterwards that he would slap himself on the wrist after each of his nightly sessions and call himself names for even daring to think about his best friend in that light again after they both knew full well it would happen.
“I just don’t get it!”
He said to himself in the living room in the team crafted house, sulking, his head buried in his hands as he sat on the couch. He didn’t even hear as a friend of his walk in.
“Huh? Don’t get what?”
It was Tyler, who oftentimes came to talk to Mitch just to vent about his own relationship problems. Mitch was well-aware of what his friend was gonna talk about, he got way too attached to his boyfriend Jason and got his heart broken, Greeeat. Just the person Mitch needed to see right now, his friend who doesn’t know the first thing about romance.
“O-Oh! Hi Tyler!”
Mitch immediately sprang up, grabbing a handful of jellybeans off the jar he brought with him to the living room and put on the table next to the couch.
“I was just talking to myself about… uh…”
He started to pace around the living room. Ty raised an eyebrow. Mitch continued to pace around the room, trying to think of an excuse for what he was saying that didn’t involve saying the name
“Jerome”.
He had another thing on his mind, and luckily it sounded reasonably unrelated to what he was actually thinking about.
“—uhhhhhh Britney Spears, there’s this conspiracy theory that she’s been replaced by a clone, isn’t that a crazy theory hehe“
Tyler scoffed.
“Mitch, you and I both know that isn’t what you’re worried about right now, god dammit. Look at your face for crying out loud. It’s all red like you’ve been blushing.”
“Oh yeah? A-and how would you know that? Maybe it’s just dust allergies!”
Though his admission was only half true, after that blunt retort from his friend, Mitch’s tough guy façade was breaking, and breaking fast. Quick, he needed to say something rude right back or else Ty would think he’s vulnerable!
“I bet you’re just saying that because you have no idea how to read a person’s emotions!”
Tyler scowled at the nasty comment.
“I’m not blind, you know. I can tell you still like Jerome. You claim you don’t have any feelings towards him and yet all you do is yap about him or things that remind you of him to anyone who’s unlucky enough to listen. Why don’t you go ahead and confess to the guy already, damn it?”
Mitch sighed. His friend was right.
“I guess I have to do that eventually, don’t I?”
As he walked to the exit of the living room, he took a sharp, deep breath, and opened the door. He then ran off to find Jerome. He found the older man standing in the middle of the store, looking at all the assortments of desserts on the shelves.
“Hey Jerome!”
Mitch said cheerfully, running up to hug him from behind. Jerome flinched, almost jumping. After taking a couple of deep breaths upon realizing it’s just Mitch.
“Gah! Benja, you scared me!”
He laughed, though his cheeks flushed a little from the adoring nickname.
“Ohhh, so I’m scary now? Am I a terrifying monster out of your nightmares?”
Jerome couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, no, Benja. That isn’t what I meant. Did you want to say something?”
“Uh, yeah! Actually…”
Mitch’s heart started to beat in his chest a bit too fast again.
“I wanted to ask if you want to go to that fairground? I know it’s the middle of January and all, but… like… We never really got a chance to go back in October and I was really hoping to go someday soon, I totally get it if you don’t—“
“Oh, Benja, I’d love to,”
Jerome replied.
“You always have such great ideas dude.”
“Haha, yeah, I get that a lot!”
Mitch beamed.
“But also, um…Jerome, I…”
“Yes…?”
“I think…”
He paused, gulping.
“I think I want to be more than friends with you?”
Jerome didn’t say a word, so Mitch took that as consent to continue talking.
“Look, Jerome, I know this might come off as a big shock for you and I don’t want to make everything weird, I know that you see me as just a friend, I totally get it if you think dating me would not be what you want or expect or if you would even see me in ‘that’ way, but maybe we can give it a try? Only if you want to! No pressure or anything, haha.”
Fuck, he’s rambling again. He looked over at Jerome, however, and realized that the man was looking at him with nothing but love in his eyes.
“Benja,”
Jerome said quietly.
“My love… I never once wanted us to be anything less than a couple…I’ve always wanted to be with you. I thought you just weren’t ready for that type of commitment.”
Mitch’s eyes widened as he held back tears from forming.
“Is that what it looked like? That I wasn’t ready for commitment? I’m sorry.”
“No, no, it’s okay. I kind of figured you were worried about me getting mad or making everything weird. But I promise it’s okay. I love you, Benja.”
He smiled kindly at Mitch and put a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s a bit too cold for the fairground today, though. And it’s already getting late. How about we go back to your place and just spend some time there instead?”
Mitch’s face flushed red. Rapidly nodding, he took Jerome to his room. Jerome wrapped both of his arms around the Mitch’s waist, pressing a deep kiss to his lips. Mitch kissed back, his hands cupping his beloved’s cheeks. The two men stood like that, embracing one another and just kissing and exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues until finally Jerome pulled away with a sly smile.
“Wanna have some ‘fun’ Benja?”
He asked, whispering in Mitch’s ear.
“I want you. Very badly. You have no idea how much I’ve craved you.”
God, it was like a dream come true right before him. All of those nights fantasizing about Jerome getting all handsy with him all manifested into a spectacular reality. Mitch couldn’t believe it.
“Y-yes, love. I-I want you too, Jerome. So, of course sweetheart,”
He said, trying to sound collected despite his heart racing, Mitch got up and locked the door. Now that Jerome had Mitch right where he wanted him, right on his bed, he licked his lips and kissed his beloved right on the mouth.
“Mm, Benja~”
Jerome said softly as he broke the kiss, nuzzling into Mitch’s neck and pressing a soft kiss to his warm, soft flesh.
“My beloved”
Mitch replied with the same enthusiasm, his arms wrapped around his friend and his fingers digging into Mitch’s back.
“I love you so much~”
Jerome mumbled, kissing down Mitch’s neck, biting it, sucking on the place where he bit him and then finally licking the now sore area until a hickey formed. He’d do that multiples times, on Mitch’s neck, collarbones and even parts of his chest, until there wasn’t a spot on his chest and neck that wasn’t completely bruised or swollen from all the affection.
“My darling, my love… How I love you,”
Jerome said in between marking his lover as his own. Mitch chuckled at that.
“You sweet-talk me too much, Jerome. You’re such a tease.”
“A tease, huh?”
Jerome joked, licking the sore spots on Mitch’s chest.
“Mmn, I suppose you’re right. I do tend to ramble…”
He then grinned. Then he grabbed some handcuffs
“Would you rather I speak less and do this instead?“
And with that, he handcuffed Mitch then his hand slipped down into Mitch’s pants, down his boxers, to feel him up. Immediately Mitch let out a sharp moan.
“Oh…J-Jerome~… yes…!”
Jerome saw Mitch’s eyes widening and blush creeping over his cheeks, and smiled the smallest bit.
“Is my Benja flustered? I’m just getting started…”
Right when he could feel his friend getting hard, he pulled his hand away, unzipping Mitch’s pants before sliding them down along with his boxers. Mitch’s cheeks turned flush red.
“Jerome…”
He whimpered.
“You’re a tease…Why’d you pull away so fast?”
“Shh, just have some patience,”
Jerome whispered, smiling sweetly as he took off the rest of Mitch’s clothes before finally undressing himself, then pressed a finger to Mitch’s lips.
“You need to be more patient, sweetheart~ I’ll have you moaning my name in no time!”
“O-Okay, Jerome…”
Mitch agreed. God, it was beautiful. That voice, his flustered expression, the way Mitch was begging for him, how Jerome loved it. And with that, Jerome made his way down to between Mitch’s legs, and started to kiss his thighs, licking the soft skin between his legs and slowly going inward with his kisses, yet never once getting to the main area of arousal, as though teasing Mitch with his actions. He bit and sucked Mitch’s inner thighs, kissing the little trail of bites he left that led all the way up to his cock, leaving hickeys everywhere, yet never once giving Mitch the pleasure he so clearly wanted at the moment. Mitch’s hands went right to Jerome’s head, playing with his dark brown hair.
“Mmmh, Jerome…”
He kept whining.
“Why are you such a tease?”
“Shh, I told you, patience is key…”
Jerome then kissed the tip of Mitch’s cock, licking the slit a few times and watched with admiration as it twitched just a little and let out a few sticky white droplets. He licked his lips and, after a brief pause to just appreciate how beautiful his lover is, continued to kiss up and down the base for a few moments, going agonizingly slow, he wanted Mitch to feel everything he was doing, and he wanted Mitch to beg him for more, and sure enough, one of Mitch’s hands dug into his hair, pulling and tugging on it, while his other hand was used to cover his own mouth, as moans fell right off his lips.
“Jerrooommmmeeee….”
He whispered.
“Oh god… Oh god, that’s good…”
Jerome knew that meant he had to continue. So he took Mitch’s cock into his mouth, starting to suck on it as if it were one of those sweet, expensive fancy lollipops from a candy store, even swirling his tongue around the tip and lapping up the wetness coming from the slit. In fact, he would argue that this was far better than any candy, because of just how pretty his best friend looked in this moment as he pleasured him. Jerome looked in Mitch’s eyes as he continued what he was doing. Occasionally he would even run his hand up and down Mitch’s cock as he licked and sucked on it, rubbing and stroking it up and down just to get more of a reaction. Mitch was blushing, hard, his eyes were fluttered closed, he was covered in bites and marks from Jerome’s earlier endeavours. All in all, he was a beautiful sight to behold, like something out of a Renaissance painting.
And Mitch’s moans, oh, his moans. Jerome could barely contain himself as he heard those beautiful noises come out of his pretty mouth. Mitch was leaning forward, clinging onto Jerome, moaning and whimpering like his life depended on it. After a few minutes of this, Jerome’s mouth filled with sticky, salty white fluid. He pulled away, allowing some of the fluid to run down his chin as he licked the rest of it right up and swallowed it. Meanwhile, Mitch fell back on the bed, panting and breathing heavily as he tried to regulate his heart rate.
“God, Benja, who would’ve thought that you taste so damn good?”
Jerome joked, laying down next to his beloved, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his adorable flushed face.
“Mmm… Oh, that was so good,”
Mitch said softly.
“That was absolutely amazing…”
“You say that as though you want more,”
Jerome whispered into his ear.
“Maybe I do,”
Mitch said as he snuggled into Jerome’s arms.
“Maybe I do, Jerome, my love…”
Jerome’s heart started to beat unreasonably fast as his face turned red.
“A-are you sure? We don’t need to go on if you’re exhausted…”
“No, Jerome. I assure you that I want to… I want to go all the way with you.”
Jerome nodded, reaching across the bed to the nightstand, pulling out some lubricant and taking the handcuffs off Mitch, Mitch then jokingly said
“Well, I hope you’re ready for a nice show,”
Immediately after Jerome took off the rest of his clothes. Mitch gazed at Jerome with the same love and fervor that Jerome displayed to him, as Mitch got on top of him to straddle his waist.
“I’m going to ride you, Jerome, is that okay?”
Mitch asked, running a hand through Jerome’s hair. Jerome nodded enthusiastically, Mitch opened the bottle of lubricant used some and then slowly lowered himself onto his lover. Jerome’s pupils dilated as he watched Mitch bounce up and down on him.
“Benja… slow down…”
He warned, his tone warm and affectionate.
“Don’t go so fast, you’ll get yourself broken in two that way.”
“Nonsense! I love you, so I’m gonna prove it!”
Mitch shook his head, continuing to ride him, a bit too fast. He let out a few pained moans from how hard he was going, until Jerome finally grabbed his hips and guided him into a more steady pace.
“Easy does it, dear,”
He whispered.
“There we go. That’s much better, isn’t it?”
“I g-guess…”
Mitch exhaled and started to move, Jerome’s hands still on his hips for guidance.
“That’s my Benja~”
Jerome said softly as he kissed his lover’s forehead in reassurance. Mitch blushed, wrapping his hands around Jerome’s head, pulling him in close and bringing his lips to the other man’s, kissing him deeply and passionately as their bodies collided together. It didn’t take long for Jerome’s hips to buck upwards just a bit more roughly, Mitch could feel his lover was coming to a close finish. His own body tensed, his stomach feeling like a knot was forming. He continued to pleasure his beloved, riding him at the pace the two of them decided was best, before coming undone onto Jerome’s thighs. He could tell Jerome’s was finished, too, frok the way he was blushing and his pupils widened as he let out some of the most beautiful pleasured noises Mitch had ever heard in his life.
“Mmm…That was incredible~”
Mitch said, catching his breath, his heart still pounding in his chest from the intimate activities.
“I loved every second of it, my love~”
Jerome said, giving Mitch a kiss on the forehead as Mitch climbed off of him.
“I love you Jerome~”
“I love ya to Mitchy~”
Jerome said affectionately, Mitch laid next to Jerome, holding him close in a tight, intimate hug. His hands ran up and down Jerome’s waist, and his lover’s hands did the same to his own sides. The two of them fell asleep like that together that night, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Though they had a blanket draped over them, they were very well warmed by their love alone.