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“It’ll be a chill house after-party” He’d thought, “what could possibly go wrong?” he doubled down. That was where he’d fucked up; underestimating the million possibilities the world could throw at him.
Now, Smiity was wasted on the guest room’s bed, sipping from a bottle of cider as the laughter of his friend echoed in his ears. John was as—if not more—drunk than him, but he kept the same half-lidded eyes and sly grin as always. They’d separated from the bigger group after Grizzy began the ‘high’ act of the part, not wanting to play trip-sitters as they often did. He wasn’t so sure of how much time had passed, maybe one hour, hour and a half; time sure flew by when he was drunk alongside John.
They kept chuckling and scream-chatting as they shared their third cup of an unknown mixture of what tasted like vodka, lime and secret third, sweet option. Given it had been mixed by a stumbling John the drink was probably not safe for consumption, but they didn’t care; this night had been destined to get hanged-over.
Suddenly, Smiity found himself catching John from the bottom hem of his shirt as he almost laid over the edge of the bed, earning a sloppy giggle from his friend.
The theme of their conversations changed rather drastically, progressively getting more intimate and personal. Neither minded though; they had trusted the other enough to disclose most of their secrets already.
“So… Did you kiss anyone tonight?” John asked, nudging his shoulder.
“What– Nah dude–”
“Liarr, you were gone for like 30 minutes! You can’t tell me you didn’t go on to kiss a random chick–”
“Bro– No! I just had to take some air. The weed smell was getting to me, dog.” He rested back into the bed, occupying the right sleeping side.
“Sure…” John said slurring, laying on his side to face his friend. “Not like you were sucking someone off in the back alley–”
“John!” Smiity yelped.
It had been some time since he told John about his questions about his own sexuality; at least for the time being deciding to think of himself as unlabeled. Of course not only John knew. Matt was the first to know, having known Smiity the longest, and Puffer had surprisingly made the initiative of asking him after a– negative (to say the least) “fan” interaction. He’d planned to tell the others, but he never quite found the time; still, he was almost certain that they knew—or at least somewhat suspected— he wasn’t 100% straight as most often assumed. John had thankfully helped him a lot, being the one who related to his experience the most—not to say all queer people’s experiences were the same, but it was the closest thing he had in order to integrate himself into the queer community.
He felt a combination of admiration and envy in the way John seemed so careless of all this stuff. It’s not like he went around screaming about his sexuality to everyone he met, but he didn’t do anything to try and hide it either; most comments he made regarding sex and relationships came off as a joke to the general audience, so it wasn’t too strange if he chose to talk about women, men, or anyone for that matter.
He wasn’t as brave, not for now at least.
“Did you?” Smiity asked back.
“No– Wait actually yeah. I…think? I don’t really remember…” John laughed; soon followed Smiity.
“Dude– How do you ‘not remember’, like– I’d be fucking pissed if I fucking kissed you and you ‘didn’t remem’–” Smiity said in between wheezing.
“No! Okay! Yes, I remember. This dude came onto me when I was ordering drinks, but it wasn’t all that.” John rolled his eyes as he took a sip of the cocktail. “You know when kissing dudes, they just always have to–”
“Dog…”
“What dude?”
“I’ve never kissed a man before.”
“Oh.” John stopped for a second. “So you only kiss boys, damn, didn’t know you were so close with ‘mini’-people–”
“Nah, that’s crazy. But genuinely. I’ve never, like, had anything with a dude.” Smiity followed his chatter. “I mean– have I been hit on by a guy? Yes, once or twice, but it’s not like I ever gave myself the chance to try anything… But, I guess it can’t be too different to kissing a girl, so–”
“What!” John snorted out; “Of course it’s different to kissing women, man; It’s men. We get turned on by different things and search for different things in mates, if you know what I mean–” He shoved Smiity.
At some point during the conversation they’d sat—either crosslegged or kneeling— upright on the bed, something that helped them reach their alcohol easier—even though they hadn't been drinking for some time.
“Oh, come on! It’s kissing, how much diversity do you need in kissing! It’s putting your lips together and some occasional touching but–”
“You wanna try?”
What was that?
Smiity felt the room temperature rise. He began nervously laughing; he probably misheard his friend’s words.
“I mean, I guess I can sacrifice some dignity to teach my best friend how to smooch other men–”
No, he’d definitely heard him right.
It wasn’t like he’d never thought about kissing John; after all, everyone at some point in time wondered what it would feel like to clash their lips against their best friend, right? He just never expected it to be like this; both inebriated out of their ass, in their friend’s guest room at 4:35am. He could feel the progressive reddening of his face and the way his mouth began filling up with saliva. He shouldn’t be feeling this way, but might as well damn the alcohol if he began fantasising about his best friend after he suggested teaching him to make out.
He should say no; It was never a good idea to kiss your friends whilst drunk.
“Sure man, if you don’t mind.”
Well, fuck logic I guess.
“Why would I be suggesting it if I did Smit’? I’m not that submissive dude.” John joked as he inched closer to his petrified friend.
“Mh, I don’t know dude–” Smiity looked away, trying to mask his flusterness.
“Okay okay. Welcome to kissing with Kryoz” John joked, putting both hands on his friend’s shoulders.
“Wait wait– let me…” Smiity cut off as he leaned over to reach a bottle of cider he’d forgotten open on top of the bedside table. He chugged the entire bottle down; “Okay,” as he whipped a streak of beverage coming down his chin. “proceed.” He placed both hands on top of his crossed legs.
“Okay.” John said after letting out a comically annoyed sigh. “First, you gotta come up to their line of sight, setting up a prolonged eye contact–”
“Dude, I know how to flirt with people–”
“Damn, needy much?So you just wanna get on with the kissing? Didn’t know you were a slut–”
“Maybe this was a bad idea–” Smiity began grabbing onto both of John’s wrists with the intention to pull them off of him. When he agreed to this he didn’t think he’d get shamed for it; he didn’t sign up for that shit.
“Okay then.” John cut him off, tightening his grip onto his friend and pulling both of their torsos closer; meeting Smiity in a kiss.
The Canadian was caught off guard with the abruptness of the other’s actions, but instantly he melted into the touch.
He tried to play it cool, ‘nonchalant’; keeping his hands on his thighs, closing his eyes and only slightly tilting his head to match John’s energy. Nevertheless, John’s hand quickly reached Smiity’s left, placing it on his own hip as his back arched over to reach the learner. The younger gave in and his hands began feeling up his friend. Creeping from his back and up to his nape while the other hand kept a gentle grasp onto John’s jaw, caressing circles into his cheek.
John pulled away, placing his left thumb on top of Smiity’s bottom lip as if asking for permission. Smiity caught on and parted his lips; fastly, John’s tongue found place inside his friend’s mouth, licking a long initial stripe into the other’s muscle. John began slowly swirling around his friend's tongue's tip before moving over to his lips, filling it up with hot saliva.
Simultaneously, they’d been shifting their position in the bed, slowly moving closer to the wall that stood against the right side of the bed. Smiity had his back against the wall, legs mostly extended, while John kneeled over his body, his knees to either side of his friend’s. The American took advantage of the newly found support in order to accommodate himself on top of the other’s lap, keeping their torsos as close as they possibly could in the meantime.
They broke apart in a pant, maintaining eye contact before Smiity decided to reach for seconds. He gently pushed John’s face closer to his, brushing his hands upwards in the other’s nape, reaching for hair to carefully tease and momentarily pull. He froze at the realisation before John softly hummed warmthfully into his mouth to indicate approval. After a tug came a low moan from the older, only managing to rile up Smiity’s head, filling him up with the type of arousal one only thought possible of witnessing on Animal Planet. He didn’t know how much he needed this.
Smiity could feel himself getting more and more bricked up by the second, but he didn’t care. All his embarrassment seemed to easily banish when challenged against his lust. Despite how wrong this seemed in theory, it felt so right. The whole world was spinning around, only focused sight being John and his beautiful face. The way John’s heat coursed through the fingertips that had crept under his shirt and onto his chest was an experience Smiity knew would come back to him; whether it be in a dream, while he soaped himself in the shower or whenever he kissed someone again. That was a thought he found strange– he knew no one could ever replicate the feeling of kissing John. He felt John against himself, both searching for the friction of relief.
Their kiss broke with a shared whine. The man on top had interrupted the moment with a somewhat forceful shove that pinned his kissing partner against the wall. Smiity held a confused face, still tinted with excitement and neediness–guess John was right after all. His untold questions quickly answered as John began licking at his neck, leaving a patch of wet skin before kissing and biting at it, earning a hoarse moan from the one receiving the love bites. Smiity could feel the way John smiled against his skin, tugging at his hair in adoration along words of praise. John began grinding against him more frantically, a couple moans escaping from his own mouth, his eyes glistening with sexual rush.
Slowly the hickeys moved downwards on his body, leaving a trail from his neck over his—now bare— chest until the hem of his jeans. The sight of John looking up at him in a visually pleading tone caused Smiity to smile in awe. The way light reflected against his teary eyes and how his brows knit into each other made Smiity forcefully turn away, otherwise he’d for sure not doubt twice before forcing John down his entire dick without care for John’s throat’s well being.
Just as Smiity was about to give way for John, the door of the room swung open, paralysing the wide-eyed Canadian on the spot.
On the other side, a short-circuiting Droid stood with his hand still on the doorknob. He kept a straight face that contrasted his audible confusement as a high pitched yet quiet scream filled the silent in the room. He managed to temporarily regain consciousness.
“My bad guys, I’ll leave you to it–” He yelped as he dashed back down the stairs into the common area.
The door shut once again with a thump. Both men exchanged gazes, any embarrassment quickly washing away with their laughter.
“I think we can cut the lesson here.” John said with a playful wink.
“Yeah, guess so.” Smiity said with a smile, masking the disappointment that had quickly filled his mind.
“So… did you learn something?”
“Yes dude, thank you.” He said with a genuine tone. “Wow, you’re such a great teacher.” Finishing off with a more satirical voice.
“On the next class: How to give head without outing yourself to your friend–” John said, straightening his back as he sat on top of the mattress.
“Okay dude!– That’s not funny” He said deadpanning for a second before breaking out in a chuckle and teasingly shoving John’s shoulder. “To be honest… he probably already knew.”
“You’re right… you’re not the best at hiding your gayness dude” John chimed in; “and I have the marks to prove it” revealing darkened marks on parts of his skin Smiity had unknowingly grabbed harshly.
“Oh my god– I’m so sorry–”
“Don’t worry dude. Men like that.” He assured, the same sly grin that made Smiity weak.
“For sure.” The Canadian rolled his eyes jokingly, smiling back at his friend.