Friends Become More Ch. 06

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***Ben’s Point of View***

“Baby come back to bed!” I called out for Alex.

“I just got out!” He responded. “I need to shower now if I’m gonna leave on time.”

I reluctantly crawled out of bed. “I’d beg you to stay here if I didn’t have to work today.” I kissed his shoulder as I wrapped my hands around his stomach.

“I’ll bring leftovers.” He promised.

“Thanksgiving leftovers aren’t the same…” I rested my head on his shoulder and looked at him through the mirror.

“I know. But we both have Christmas off this year.” He held my hands resting against his stomach.

“I know.” I kissed his face. “You can shower now.” I teased, letting him go.

“Why thank you, my kind overlord.” He kissed me, then stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower. I admired his naked backside through the mirror, damn he’s got the best ass.

I wish I could follow him in, but he has to get going to be at his parents on time. Besides, I should make my morning coffee before showering and heading to the hospital.

I didn’t get home until the next morning, and Alex has to work the busy Black Friday so he decided to sleep at his own place. Sleeping without him isn’t fun anymore. Having someone to cuddle (and sleep kick) is something I’ve gotten very used to when home. (Sleeping in the on-call room doesn’t count).

The rest of the weekend was ours, so we got to spend the entire time together. I decided I want Alex to move in for real, we basically spend every night together anyways. His lease isn’t up until May but I can’t wait any longer, and we’ve discussed it before.

He already has a key, so I decided to use mine as a symbolic thing and put it in a box to give him.

“Hey, Ben.” He smiled at me as he came in.

“Hey, Alex.” I have something for you.

“You do?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?” He hung his coat in the closet by the door.

“Come here and find out!” I smiled.

“Alright.” He walked over to me and sat down next to me. “I’m ready.”

I pulled the box out from behind my pillow. “Here.” I handed it to him.

He popped the top of the box open and saw the key. “A key?…isn’t this a key to this place?”

“Yeah… I know your lease isn’t up until May, but we basically already live together. What do you think about moving in?”

“I’d love to. I mean, we said May, but I think it’s fair to say we’re ready.” He kissed me on the cheek.

“How’s this weekend? Bring over everything, there’s plenty of room.”

“Tomorrow morning then, but after that, you and I, just us two in this place the rest of the weekend.” He pulled me in and kissed me.

“Perfect, now, give me that key back, it’s mine. You already have your own.” I laughed.

“Cheap-ass.” He smirked.

The next morning we moved the rest of his things out, and left everything he no longer needs or wants to be taken.

The rest of the weekend we decided to spend in bed.

Saturday night, we decided to build a fort in the living room. We made a wickedly awesome blanket fort, covering the majority of the room. We made sure the there was an entrance/exit and that the television on the wall was included in the fort. We put sleeping bags, pillows, and blankets all over the floor, making sure very inch was covered.

“Let’s sleep here tonight.” He suggested.

“Our first night officially living together and we’re gonna sleep on the floor? That’s perfect.”

“We just need really cool pajamas for the occasion. Let’s change.”

Having two closets in the bedroom, one for each of us, was already extra useful. It let us surprise each other with our pajamas. I’m wearing an elf onesie, fitting for the season

“Ready?” I asked.

“On the count of 3. Three, two, one.” We both opened the doors to dramatically reveal our outfits.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his outfit, a t-shirt with overalls made of green material with gingerbread all over them. “Too much? Should I lose the t-shirt?” He teased, pulling on the white tee. “Oh, is it the overalls? I mean, I could lose them, but I’m not sure you’ll like the Santa boxers I’m wearing…”

“You’ve got to be joking.” I stared at him halkalı escort trying to not laugh again.

“You may never know.” He said mysteriously.

“Let’s go watch a Christmas movie.”

We snuggled up and watched the movie, falling asleep in the cozy atmosphere.

The next morning I woke up to an empty fort. I crawled out to find Alex cooking breakfast in the kitchen. “Come back and cuddle!” I begged him.

“We have to eat sometime, baby.” He smiled.

“Alright.” I sat at the counter. “I guess we have to eat.”

“Yeah, and then I really should hop in the shower. All those pajamas and blankets made me sweat up a storm last night.”

He know show much of I love when he’s sweaty and needs a shower. Not gross, just not clean. “You wouldn’t dare. We still have to celebrate our moving in together…”

“You naughty, naughty boy.” He grinned.

We ate breakfast quickly, flirting a little more as we slowly built the tension. Sitting next to me, he made sure to swing his knee so it hit me, intentionally making physical contact.

“Now that we’re done, I recall you calling me a naughty, naughty boy…?”

“I call it like I see it.”

“Ah, of course, of course. And remind me why I’m naughty again?” I smirked.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Because you love it when I’m all sweaty and I fuck you.”

The way he enunciated every single word made my week at the knees. “Oh, that’s right. I do. But honestly, right now all I care about is seeing if you’re actually wearing Santa boxers.”

He stood up and took a few steps to stand in the open space. “Well, lucky for you I’m so fucking hot right now, I just need to take these pajamas off.” He unbuttoned the straps of the overalls, stepping out of them to reveal he is indeed wearing them. “Oh, this shirt is soaked, it’ll be a little tough to take off.”

He crossed his arms and pulled the bottom of the shirt up, slowly, giving me quite the sight of his v-shaped torso. The shirt was wet, and all of the hair on his chest and his happy trail stuck to his skin.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I subconsciously bit my lower lip, just waiting to kiss him.

He tossed his shirt at me and I gratefully caught it like he’s Taylor Swift throwing a guitar pick at a screaming fan. Not too far off, I guess.

I held it up to my face. It smells like him, really good, with a decent hint of sweat.

“Oh gosh, I’m still really hot!” He rolled his head back as if he’s annoyed. “Guess I have to lose the Santa boxers.” He shrugged so casually cool I swear I almost came as he swiftly bent down as he slid his boxers off, kicking them on the floor right in front of me. This man is going to be the death of me.

I stood up and stepped towards him. I put my left hand on his hairy chest and leaned in, using his shirt in my right hand to tug on his soft cock. He quickly grew hard, letting out a sigh. I like using the shirt, giving him a different texture to feel on his penis as I rubbed him.

I leaned down slightly to softly kiss his chest. Damn, just feeling his body under my lips makes my cock twitch. I started sucking his nipple as my left hand teased his other. My right hand continued massaging his cock as I teased his nipples.

I moved to his beautiful biceps, making him flex for me. I licked up his arm, then kissed his sexy armpit, hairy and sweaty, then repeated on the other side.

“Someone’s a little overdressed.” He noted, hinting he wants me to get naked myself.

“I’ll take these pajamas off, but I think I’d prefer not to be naked.” I declared. He looked at me quizzically.

I left the t-shirt hanging over his boner, taking a step back. I unzipped my onesie, revealing more and more skin as I lowered it.

I pulled my arms out of the sleeves, sliding the outfit down my legs and stepping out. I kicked it away, then I reached for his cock.

“You want me to rip those very nice undies open?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No.” I laughed, shaking my head. I pulled my hand back from his cock, bringing the shirt with me. “You’ll have full access down below.” I pulled the shirt over my head and slid şirinevler escort my arms through the holes, letting the shirt cover me. Even though he’s only two inches taller than me,

“You are so naughty.” He smiled.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” I referenced, turning around. The shirt fell to just the right spot, covering 90% of my ass. While maintaining eye contact, and without moving it much, I slipped my underwear off. “See? Not naked, fully accessible.”

“You are the sexiest thing on the planet, baby.” He smiled, bridging the gap between us. His cock teased my ass as his lips locked on mine.

“Prove it.” I said.

“You asked for it. Naughty little boy wants it, he’ll get it.” With that his shiver his cock in me. I was taken aback, not expecting that.

“AH!” I screamed, grabbing the counter.

“You okay?” He paused to ask.

“I’m good. Fuck, that’s hot. Keep going.” I breathed.

“Hold on.” He said cheekily. He did not hold back, thrusting back and forth with insane speed and intensity.

“Fuck yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned.

His thrusts gave me no option but to lay my stomach on the counter top, the shirt keeping the cold of the granite from hitting me. My ass hanging off the edge for him, he grabbed my thighs, holding them against his hips. My knees bent, wrapping around his ass. He pulled me back towards him while thrusting himself into me. Our moans echoed against the hard surfaces in the kitchen.

“You’re so fucking big!” I moaned out. “Feels so good, daddy!”

“Yeah, that’s it. Take daddy’s big cock, good boy!” He grunted as he slammed into me.

“Yes! Give it to me! Yes!”

“Ah! Fuck yeah, baby. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Umpfh!” He pulled me back, off of the counter. “Let’s go into the fort…” he kissed my neck before pulling me in the direction. Inside, he laid on his side and patted the spot next to him for me to lay.

I turned onto my side, sliding up against him. “You’re soaked!” I laughed at how sweaty he was.

“Hey, I wasn’t lying about being hot!” He laughed while defending himself, pulling my chin so he could kiss me.

He guided his cock into my ass again, wrapping his arm around me to keep me close. He nibbled on my neck as he ground his hips, moving in slow, deep circles.

“You’re so good at that!” I moaned as he made love to me.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He kissed my ear, moaning in it. I’m not big on clothed sex, and I’m only wearing a shirt, but fuck is it hot right now. He continued pushing and pulling in and out of me, occasionally tugging on my raging hard cock.

He remained buried in me as he changed positions, sitting up on his knees and turning 90 degrees. He bent my top leg so he could have a better position, moving his left leg between mine. He gripped my hips, pulling me towards him. He worked my body, pushing and pulling me with ease over his cock as if I’m 5 pounds.

“Oh my God! Yes! That feels so good, baby! Yessss!” I moaned, my voice breaking with every thrust.

Next thing I knew, he pulled me up into his lap. “Wrap your legs around me.” He ordered. I did as he said. I don’t know how, but he maintained his stability on his knees as he bounced me over his cock. His strength turned me on even more as he maneuvered me over his cock with such ease and intensity. I leaned in to kiss him, running my hands over his buzz cut. He locked his eyes on mine, staring me down as a few beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He pressed my pleasure spot, making me break eye contact, rolling my head back and groaning.

He carefully laid me down, keeping the nonexistent distance between us. Our lips moved across each other’s as he worked his thick member in and out of me. His hairy balls smacked into me with every thrust. My hands moved down his smooth back, reaching his cold, damp ass. His sweaty chest stuck to his shirt on me. There’s something so sensual about wearing his shirt.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, Alex!” I cried out.

“Cum for me, baby. All for me, baby.” He whispered in my ear.

The way he said it, how it’s for him and only him, made me instantly explode all over his shirt and stomach. I moaned escort istanbul and scratched at his back, probably leaving marks, as he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Fuck baby! You’re so fucking tight!” He groaned, his orgasm taking over and making his eyes roll back as filled my ass. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

“Holy. Fuck.” I sighed.

“Holy. Fuck. Is right.” He responded. “Hold on…” he got up off of me. “Flip over, carefully.”

“Why?” I asked while I rolled over. “Cause I think round two should wait at least another few minutes.” I teased.

“I’m gonna help you clean up.” He smirked, getting behind me and behind his face in my ass. He worked his tongue in my ass, eating my ass and his cum, cleaning up after himself. Fuck, he’s good at that.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned into a pillow.”

He spent much longer than he needed to down there, but damn did I not mind.

“C’mon baby, lets go clean up.”

“What was the last 10 minutes?” I teased.

“We both know that wasn’t cleaning.” He lowered his voice when he said that. We got out of the fort and he surprised me by picking me up. His hands cupped my ass as I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “I’m not making you walk right after that fucking.”

“I feel like if one of us shouldn’t be walking right now it’s you. That kneeling position, fuck.”

He laughed. “The blankets made it way easier. Plus, you’re definitely worth it.” He gave me a peck on the lips.

He carefully carried me up the stairs, through the master bedroom, and into the huge rain shower. He turned on the shower, already set to the temperature we both like. Then he turned us around and sat down on the built-in bench along the back wall. I straddled his lap and ravished his lips. My hands clung to his neck and jaw, loving the morning scruff.

“How do you feel about getting naked now?”

“I guess it’s time. But I like wearing your clothes.”

“I like you wearing my clothes.” He kissed my neck. Then he peeled the shirt off of me, already soaked from the shower, and tossed it into the corner. Then we resumed kissing and cleaning up.


The next few weeks we got used to living together full-time. We definitely had to make a few adjustments, and learned a lot about each other. The best thing was us making sure to take time for ourselves, do things individually.

The weekend before Christmas, we both had a day off together. We decided to spend the day relaxing, then have a fun evening together.

I finished a journal article at around 5, and decided it was time to go downstairs where Alex was playing video games.He finished reading the first Harry Potter book last night, so now I know what to get him for Christmas. I still can’t believe he’s never read them, he’s seen the movies and loves them, but now he’s hooked on the books.

I came downstairs to find him on the couch, engrossed in Kingdom Hearts. “Baby?”

“Hey.” He said, full attention still on the screen. Oh, he’s gonna have no choice but to give me all of his attention in a minute.

I peeled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. He didn’t notice. I peeled off my socks. No response. I dropped my pajama pants. Nothing. I dropped my underwear. Still, no response. I couldn’t help but laugh. I decided to put my clothes back on and walked over to him.

Like a begging dog, I quickly lifted his arm up and snuck myself under it, straddling his lap, his arms behind my back holding the controller. “Hey babe.” He said, head moved to the left and eyes still locked on the screen.

“Hi. Did you know I was just standing right there, 5 feet away from you…?”

“Yeah, you said hi.” He laughed.

“Oh good, but did you see me strip butt naked? Right there.” I pointed. “Just a minute ago.” I whispered in his ear before kissing his neck.

“Wait, what?” He paused his game. “You’re lying, right?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nope. Not lying.”

“I’m sorry, baby. The game’s just really good.”

“It’s fine. It was fun messing with you. I’m glad you’re enjoying the game, it’s good to have things you love doing.”

“Yeah.” He smiled up at me.

“How about you play a little longer and I’ll make us dinner? We have a few steaks.”

“You’re an angel.” He kissed me, squeezing my ass.

“Don’t forget it.” I bit his lower lip and climbed off of him.

“I promise to repay the favor tonight.” He slapped my butt as I walked away, making me laugh.

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