It had started out as a dare: Daisy and Tiffany whispering and giggling, and Chad, with his bowtie hanging loose around his collar and his hair all spiky from Daisy's enthusiastic hands, giving them both a wink and then Jared, asking if they'd, y'know, make out for them. The fact that they had -- the co-captains of the cheerleading squad, no less, all turning into each other, pink tongues glistening as they'd kissed, feminine hands smoothing over each other's hair – had been, up to that point, the hottest moment of Jared's life. When the girls had parted, still giggling and blushing a little, Tiffany'd waved a bronzed-colored nail at them and said that fair was fair. Chad had laughed, high-pitched and loud, not at all his usual laugh, but Jared had sort of shrugged and pulled Chad to him. Hell, maybe they could get Daisy and Tiffany to muff dive each other, and then Jared could die a happy man. Well, he'd have to take the basketball team to state first, but then, yeah, he could totally die happy. Chad's lips had been dry, firm, nothing at all like any of the girls Jared had kissed. Then Chad had opened his mouth a bit, tongue sliding out to glance across Jared's lips, and suddenly, kissing his best friend had felt like the most natural thing in the world. That had been a half hour ago. Chad is totally too drunk to give a proper handjob. He keeps giggling into Jared's mouth, saying "Ssshhh" every time Jared moans, and whenever he does, his fingers catch, slip down Jared's cock. Not that Jared cares, of course, that this isn't Chad's A-game -- his cock is getting stroked by someone other than him, and it feels damn good. Chad's hand on him feels like maybe this is something he should have known; hell, he's been around while Chad's jerked himself off, and has wondered, once or twice, what it would feel like, to have that hand on him. Chad's kisses taste like cheap rum, and the slip of his tongue over Jared's is enough to have Jared jerking and coming all over Chad's hand. When it comes time for Jared to reciprocate (Chad murmuring encouragement and begging please, please in his ear), he can't keep his balance, and he falls to his knees in an ungraceful slide on the bathmat. Chad takes that as an invitation to rub the head of his cock across Jared's lips, and the taste is so foreign, yet intriguing, that Jared opens his mouth and starts sucking. Chad's moans echo off the tile walls even as he tried to bite most of them back. And Jared sort of likes the way Chad can't control himself or anything, because it's hot and flattering, but if Daisy or Tiffany wakes up, they are so toast, because cheating is cheating. So Jared pulls off of Chad's cock and pulls his shirt off. He tosses it towards Chad's face. "Bite this," he hisses. They can't see at all in the pitch black, but both of Chad's hands fly away from Jared's hair and Jared imagines Chad with both hands pressing the cotton into his face. He falls forward and his mouth bumps Chad's scar. The muscles in Chad's belly tighten, and Jared has thought about that scar before, what it would feel like under his finger, just curious, nothing gay or weird. So he rubs his lips against the slick thickness bisecting the softness of skin on Chad's belly. Chad tenses all over, and Jared opens his mouth and pokes the scar with his tongue, licking a little at it. Chad folds down and over him, pressing Jared's face harder against his belly, rough hands pulling Jared's hair. His normally smooth voice falls into the darkness gravely and wrong. "Suck on it." Jared doesn't know if he means the scar or his dick. He decides that Chad had probably meant both, so he runs the flat of his tongue along the length of the scar, tasting warm skin, breathing in to inhale the scent of sweat mingled with cheap aftershave, and Chad's skin pimples under his tongue. It strikes Jared, not for the first time, how good this feels, like maybe this, whatever this is, has been bubbling up for a long time, just waiting for a bottle and a half of Myers Plantation Punch for it to come to the surface. "Please," Chad whispers, and it sounds strangled, desperate. Jared buries his nose in the wiry brush of curls at Chad's crotch, breathing deep, and licks a long stripe up the underside of Chad's cock. Definitely different than anything he's ever done, but he can't deny the rush of power. Chad touches his face, everywhere, thumbs brushing over Jared's eyelids. And it's weird because Jared has seen Chad get blown by girls, tons of times, really, but he's never seen him act like this. Chad's usually all sprawl and yeah, baby, like that and other, worse, things. But he just breathes all strangled and rocks his hips and moans while touching the moles on Jared's face. Jared sucks him down as deep as he can, and swallows reflexively, and Chad whispers his name. "Jaaaaared," quiet and choked and comes right in Jared's mouth like that. Jared pulls away, making a face that Chad can't see, and spits all over the place. "No, come're," Chad falls down on Jared, clutching at him and probably trying to figure out where Jared is exactly. They end up lying on their sides tangled together. And Chad kisses him, mouth wide open and tongue moving against Jared's, pulling Jared's tongue back into Chad's mouth. When Chad swallows a little during the kiss, Jared realizes what he's doing, and he blushes all over his whole body. Blushes and gets hard all over again. "Been wanting..." Chad murmurs, and drags his hand over Jared's hip, then down, cupping his balls in a calloused, reverent grip. Jared's known Chad since he was nine, man, and has been with him through everything, including his parents' divorce, then when that twat Mandy stomped over his heart, even cheating their way through calculus together, but he's never once heard Chad sound like this, like maybe Jared's the answer to a question that Jared had never thought to ask. "Yeah...me too." And he means it. He pushes at Chad's shirt, trying to get it all the way off, fine cotton bunching under his hands as he licks at the roof of Chad's mouth, tasting himself mixed with Chad and the rum, all musky and dark and mysterious. Chad's hand is much more assured this time around, and he takes his time between kisses, asking 'Is this okay?' when he flicks his wrists just so, and 'Been wanting to try...' when he drags his thumb over the head of Jared's cock. Even after what they've already done, Jared can't hardly believe it when Chad says "Can I, you know, do it the other way?" because Chad's almost being shy or something. He bumps his lips against Jared's, just moves his closed mouth back and forth a little, kissing like they're dating or something or have been comfortable together forever, and maybe that's true in other ways. "Whatever you want," Jared says, because a lot of the time, that's what he tells Chad. About everything and anything. Chad wiggles down, and his short, blond hair feels soft and prickly at the same time against Jared's palm. Jared thinks about Chad's hair in the sunlight, all the little strands of white and gold, and holds his breath, because holy fuck. Chad licks the head of Jared's cock and pokes at the slit with the tip of his tongue. He just starts sucking and jacking at the same time, and it's not anything like any blowjob Jared's ever had. No tentative kisses and little grossed-out licks anywhere that looks safe. It's hard suction and a strong tongue and Chad's hands callused and scarred from football. Jared comes almost immediately, shuddering and jerking into Chad's open mouth, and even though he can't see it, he can feel Chad swallowing his come, and JesusJesus, why haven't they done this before? Chad half-crawls up his body, bracing himself on either side of Jared's hips, forehead dropping on Jared's shoulder, and Jared tilts his head, almost reflexive, nudging at Chad until their lips meet in a soft kiss. Jared doesn't even care that Chad has come on his lips; it actually sort of turns him on, and he opens his mouth for the slide of Chad's tongue, noses bumping as they change angles, laughing softly, both of them already reaching for the other again. Jared thinks they might not leave the bathroom floor for the rest of the night, and that's just fine with him.
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