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You had developed a slow situation that had been curated. You had made a friend who works at the restaurant Boy's n Grills down the road, starting up a conversation over his shift idly over one of the shops opening up in the street somewhere. Giving your own decent opinions here and there and general discussions regarding how well you two thought the establishment was going to fare, or if it was going to shut down within the first three months.
Over time this had become a fairly regular thing that you two kept a habit of. Eventually, one of you got the other's phone number, you never could remember who asked first from the top of your head but it was a good occasion nonetheless. Soon after you had gotten each others' phone number the messages then started with the conversation being outside of work hours, leading to the two of you getting a pint in the local pub together and continuing those conversations of all different topics.
One of the first times the boundaries of how far your friendship could go was questioned by you was after an incident, a silly, funny one at that.
The two of you had been lightly bullying each other alongside some drinks in the pub as you bantered away into the night alongside some other friends, the two of you deciding to retire from the group for the night with a slight stumble and hic in your breath as you left the front door. You accidentally bumped into Bob, and Bob, who thought it was intentional, decided the best course of action was to play along with the joke and bump you back.
Except for him forgetting his own size and strength. You ended up going into a bush along the pavement with immediate regret on his face as he quickly shuffled to you, a 'shit' under his breath as he peered into the leaves.
With bellowing laughter of disbelief from the both of you he had leaned down and pulled you out, laughing between his apologies as he gripped your arms and tugged you. Standing you steady on your two feet while trying to calm his cackle down with mutters about the look on your face and the such, his hands making quick work of wiping all the foliage off of you and checking you over. At some point he had asked if you had smacked your head by accident, his hand gripping at your jaw and shifting your head into the light of one of the street's lights. Checking your eyes a little, though his hand was so warm, firm. Your mind getting a little carried away as there was a certain *tick* in your brain at how he stared into your eyes from this angle. As soon as it clicked, it was gone.
All was deemed well and mostly forgiven by you, and the two of you continued back on your walk.
"So, did ya want to sleep on my couch? Your homes a bit far." His southern drawl heavier with the alcohol speaking toward you, your gaze lifted up to him with a bit of thought. "Yeah?" You sounded half-uncertain, and Bob's expression started to change before you added in, being too humble for your own good. "Well only if you're okay with I-"
Bob's eyes rolled a little, interrupting you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and shook your already-mildly spinning world, tucking you into his side as his pace remained the same, speaking up in a tone of voice that was practically asking if you were dumb. "Course I'm okay with it. I'm askin' you."
The night came and went as it usually would. Though the next time you had gotten home and tended to yourself behind closed doors, your mind did linger and wondered about the way Bob had gripped at you and moved you so easily, a shiver shooting up your spine as you sighed out along with your orgasm at the idea of his hands on you.
It only got worse as time went on, Bob unknowingly adding more fuel to the fire that was heating up your bed at home. However, you were sensible and never let your daydreams and fantasies linger and bleed out into your time with Bob, always keeping it mutual and platonic.
It all came to a head, the friendship blossoming into something more one night.
You had been rather pent up, too busy with duties at home and other responsibilities that you had to tend to do instead of yourself, unfortunately. The only respite you had in a few weeks was an already pre-planned, booked-in hangout with Bob where he had invited you over for drinks and a new series that had come out with a general catch-up of lives and works.
You were currently rambling to him while standing near the kitchen, Bob on the other side of one of the counters in said kitchen and grabbing some of the two glasses. But something you said caught him off guard. "Hang on- What did you say?" You could almost hear the gravel noise as he turned slowly turned toward you, your eyes widened a little as your teeth clacked shut.
A slight bit of panic ran through your mind as you tried thinking back to what you said just a few seconds ago, eyes avoiding him as you looked around for your answer before it clicked in your mind, a slightly embarrassed tone at this being the thing he had pointed and stopped you at. His pupils remain steadily on yours "Uhh.."
You hesitated for a moment before repeating yourself slowly, it sounding a lot worse now that you actually thought about what you said out loud. "That I really missed sex." Your words slowly trailed off and died in the back of your throat with Bob's eyebrows raising slowly at them, his hands still holding the necks of the beer glasses, his voice half doubtful, in slight disbelief. "Really?"
Your hands came up with an uncertain motion, shoulders shrugging alongside them. You'd be lying if you said no, so you settled on shaking your head before it slowly swayed to a nod. "Yeah?" Your arms dropped to your sides as your elbows unfolded, your palms clapping against the sides of your legs from the sound a bit too loudly. Some gears seemed to be churning behind Bob's mind as anxiety began crawling up your throat. Your attention on him wavering, before coming to a screeching halt when his words rang in your brain.
"Would you want to fuck?"
The crude lewdness of it all, the idea and sheer flashbang of the question, your mouth went stark dry. Your throat clicked as you swallowed, blurting out your words before you could stop them. "Yeah."
The sound of the beer glasses clinking on the kitchen counter rang like a bell through the apartment.
What have you done?
His movement mediated, swift as you were practically backed out of the kitchen by him. A sudden emotion pooled behind the dark of his pupils, eyelids lowered just a little with yours widening in surprise that he meant now, at this very moment. The air was suddenly pushed out of your lungs as your legs were swept up from under you, familiar large hands held onto you as you were bent over the side of the couch with his hips and waist parking between your legs. A push of a slowly growing pressure, warm on your core as your arms flung out in front of you as you grunted at the sudden flip of perspective, your palms landed on the seat part of the cushions.
Those same hands that held you now rested by either side of your hips. You could feel his breath on you, deep and softly brushing on your back. You then angled your head to look behind you, over your shoulder toward Bob, your heart racing at the sight.
His eyes were pointed toward where your crotches met, restraint evident in the way his hands held either side of the armrest by your hips. His thighs shifted forward with a slow grind of his hips, his spine angled back now so he could see where you connected from over his stomach. Unfortunately, you didn't have the same privilege, but you certainly felt it. A flush appears slowly on your face at the sensation with a shaky breath shuddering from your mouth.
His eyes slowly closed as he slowly ground his trousers and bulge into you, working up a boner as he huffed out a breath softly and leaned over you, his weight and size making it so you were unable to move from the current position. His head eventually bowed down too as he worked a rhythm with his hips sliding along yours and the muffled sound of rustling clothes shifting between you two. The shaky and huffed breathing filled the air as it slowly grew humid, your head turning back forward as you let your friend grind up against you softly. It appeared he was only comfortable with this for now, but was slowly but surely getting further lost in his bliss. His hands and knuckles wrapped around the skin of your hips, thumbs and digits under the fabric of your shirt as he held you up and with a soft grunt, got more pressure on his cock rubbing against you, the clothes growing slick where you were grinding probably both from yourself and his precum. The slow roll and grind of your hips increased as his thumbs slowly dug into the small of your back, knuckles becoming firm with a sharp inhale coming from him, as he halted his movements for a moment and just.. held you still.
There was a small feeling of disappointment as you began to look back again until his heavy voice commanded you, emphasising with his hands holding you harder and digging in a little. "Don't move." His words were tight, almost as if he was hesitating and holding his breath a little as you could feel his cock throbbing needily against you, Bob's chest rising and lowering sharply as he was trying to calm himself with tension in his jaw and a small scrunch on the top of his nose bridge.
You stared at him, watching from the corner of your eye, your head not moving any further to look behind you. Waiting with an urging frustration curling in your gut, only worsening when his eyes slowly opened and his pupils dragged over to you.