This is only part one. The second half is still in the making, but a link to it will be posted at the end once it’s up. Please enjoy at your leisure!
“Seth,” someone calls out.
I groan and try to turn away from them. The person gasps and I frown, hands closing around their bony hips. My eyebrows furrow, all the blood in my body rushing South at the feeling of something hot and soft enfolding my cock. I lift my hips. “Fuck,” I say breathily, leaning forward and pulling them down. The softness clenches, strokes me just right.
“Shut up, Jake, you know how much I love your ass,” I hiss back at him, body lifting to better enjoy the heaven that is my best friend’s plush behind.
He squirms on my lap and I make a show of groaning throatily by his ear. The person sitting next to me gags. “Andrea, Seth and Jake are being gross again!”
I open my eyes, arms curling around Jake’s waist, holding him tight against my morning wood, and rest my head on his shoulder.
Per every other time that I’ve woken up, I still see the same old car full of my lame ass friends. There’s the mama hen in the driver’s seat, also known as Andrea. We call her that mainly because of her reddish-brown hair and tendency to mother us. Beside her is the grouchy Hispanic, Rafael, with his black hair tousled in the most tangled and knotty bedhead I have ever seen. Sitting next to me are the identical twins Kelsy and Matthew. They look like angels with bright blue eyes and soft, flawless porcelain skin, but really only one of them is good – Matty. Kelsy is a twisted little devil who likes tying up her boyfriends and making them wear collars. Terrifying.
Last but not least, there’s Jacob, the big bootied boy sitting on my lap. He’s a cute little thing with big, brown eyes and the best ass I’ve ever seen. It’s perky and perfectly round, and when he walks it looks firm, but it feels so soft when I touch it. His ass is magical. So magical, in fact, that sometimes when I see him bending over from behind – especially when his hairless, toned legs are bare – he looks like a woman. Fortunately, my dear little Jake is a swimmer, so whenever I want to, I can pop into his house and see his fine ass do magic in the clingiest bathing suit I’ve ever seen. I live a blessed life.
Kelsy glares at me, her button nose turned up into the air. I chuckle and flick her the bird from Jake’s lap. “You’re just jealous you’re skinny enough to sit in the middle and Jake isn’t.”
She huffs. “He is though!”
“Really?” I slide my hands between us and grab great big handfuls of his ass. “I don’t think he’d be very comfy having to squeeze all of this into that narrow little place.”
Her twin, Mathew, leans over his sister, his eyes lingering on Jake’s face. “To be fair,” he says with a smirk, “I don’t think he’s all that comfortable having your dick up his backside every time you wake up either, though.”
I scoff and hug myself to him, barely resisting the urge to grind upwards. “Oh please! He loves it! He hasn’t had any action in years.”
He pushes my hands off of him and turns, presents his back to our friends and glares down at me. “You know I can feel your boner, right?”
I smirk and curl one arm around his back, offering my support. “Of course, but that’s not what we’re talking about here. Why don’t you tell them my lap is infinitely better than Kelsy’s seat and I’ll give you a blowjob?”
“You know,” Jake drawls, his tone playful, “most everyone else thinks of the physical act of head, not the alcoholic shot, right?” I nod. “Alright, you owe me a BJ. Kelsy, I’d rather sit on his dick than that seat.”
“Ewww, Andrea, Seth and Jacob are talking about oral sex again!” Kelsey squeals.
The brunette up front sighs heavily. “Kids, I know it’s hard to get along when in a cramped, shitty car for fourteen hours, but if you could just try for like two more hours, we’ll have enough space for everyone to breathe again.”
“Why is it that whenever we annoy her now, she refers to us as her babies?” I ask Jake as seriously as possible.
He shrugs and throws his arms around my shoulders. “I really do not know, darling! Why don’t you tell me more about how unfair it is?”
“I shall,” I exclaim with a smile, “it should be no problem, right? I mean, after all, we’re all the same age.”
“Actually . . . Matt is technically the youngest,” Kelsy says, snickering under her breath when her brother begins to protest but gives up mid-word.
“So what are we going to do when we get there?” Andrea interjects.
I tap my chin thoughtfully and raise my eyebrows at my friends. The twins look right back, their pale blue eyes filling with excitement.
“Alcohol!” They shout in unison.
“Aye, pendejos, someone’s still sleeping!” Rafael grumbles from the passenger seat, pulling his hat down to cover up his eyes from the sun.
“Oops,” Kelsy whispers, smiling brightly, “I forgot Mr. Grouch was still hungover.”
“Hey, chicita, I can still hear you, so unless you want your bartender friend to give you shitty drinks, you should keep that pretty mouth shut.”
“Aww, he called me pretty, guys!” Kelsy gushes, fanning her face and looking towards the roof of the car as if she’s tearing up.
Smirking, I scoot back in my seat and wait for Jake to settle in against me before leaning in, presenting my mouth to his ear. “I bet you twenty bucks, this time they bang,” I tell him in a whisper.
His chest vibrates on a low chuckle and then he’s turning his head towards me and murmuring back, “Do you even have a twenty on you?”
“No,” I flash him a charming smile, “but the better question is: do you?”
He snorts. “You’re so full of it! Every time we go anywhere, you say they’re gonna do it, but they never do. You owe me like one hundred dollars at this point!”
“Hey, hey, are you trying to say my word’s no good?”
He nods, unapologetic. “What were your words when I sat in your lap for this trip again? ‘I won’t hump you after I nap’? Such BS!”
I can’t help but laugh at that one. “Alright, alright, that’s true, but you know how much I like big asses!”
He sways down on me. “Long enough to still be poking me?”
He makes a move like he’s gonna do it again, and I quickly grab onto his waist, pulling him to a stop. “That’s not even fair. I haven’t jerked off in a few days, so it’s taking a while. You moving doesn’t exactly help.”
He ignores me and full out grinds. I curse, cock twitching, but don’t make a move to stop him. “That right? Is this not helping you out?” He teases, finding amusement in giving me blue balls.
“You’re such,” I hesitate, jaw clenching when he rubs down harder, “a dick. At least offer me dinner before trying half-assed to get me off. You gays have no class.”
He laughs in that light way of his, sounding about as merry as Saint Nick. “Please. Like you could come from a guy’s touch.”
“Hey! No flirting in my car!” Andrea shouts, to the unending frustration of Rafael and amusement of Kelsy.
I look between the two and then cast a smirk Jake’s way. “Forget the money, I want a blowjob if they sleep together.” I hold my pinky out and watch amusement overcome my best friend’s face as we lock fingers.
“I get sex on the beach, then.”
“That’s for girls.”
I laugh and roll my eyes, looking out the window to watch the trees go by.
“Hey, Andrea, when exactly are we gonna get there? I have to piss and I haven’t seen a sign for a pit stop for miles,” I grumble, tired of looking at the same damn wall of green.
Instead of answering, she holds up her phone, presenting me with an image of a map. I look at it dumbly for a minute and then Jake’s pointing to the time printed in the corner.
“Five minutes until you can piss in the woods,” he says.
I sigh dreamily and hug him close. “Oh, honey, you know my needs so well!”
“You two are so gay,” Rafael says from the front, now fully awake and crunching on Cheez-Itz.
Jake gasps and covers my ears, clinging to my head. He tries to make his voice as feminine as possible when he exclaims, “Don’t listen to his words, darling! None of it is true!”
“Exhibit a,” Raf mocks right back.
“No, no, no, only one of them is gay,” Kelsy supplies, “that’s why they’ve only ever done it doggy style.”
The Hispanic twists around and looks mildly offended. “Are you poking fun at an ass lover?”
She nods. “I am.”
“I can respect that,” he says and turns back around.
“Jake,” Matt interjects, “if you get tired of being on your knees, I’m more of a missionary man myself.”
“Really?” I lean forward and look Matty up and down, “I always took you for a closet lesbian.”
“A pillow princess,” Jake supplies with an agreeing nod.
“Kelsy stop screaming. This is a small, tight space,” Raf scolds. I look towards Jake, eyebrows wiggling. He gives a short chuckle and returns to playing on his phone.
“Alright, children, we’re here. Mi cabin es su cabin!” Andrea announces as the car comes to a stop.
“Mi cabina es su cabina. Chingate,” Rafael mutters as he throws his door open and practically leaps free.
Andrea leans on the roof, arms crossed over the chipped blue paint. “You got something to say, Chicano?”
“Yeah, gringa,” Raf calls right back, his body stretched out towards the sky, “learn the language already!”
Jake taps on the glass of our window, hoping to get Andrea’s attention before she starts lecturing about how hard it is to learn Spanish. Unfortunately for all us little folk in the back, she’s already switching languages, diving head first into polyglot rant land. Without batting an eyelash, Jake and I look towards Kelsy.
She meets our gazes evenly. “I hate you all,” she says, but leans forward anyways, getting on her knees between the driver and passenger seat and crawling forward. Before I can get a good look up her mini skirt, both Matty and Jake are blocking the view with their hands.
“The fuck? Why does Jake get to see?!” I demand, swatting them aside.
The girl herself swings open her brother’s door, leans in and says, “He’s gay, Seth. What is he gonna do with a peak at my panties?”
“Sell it on eBay?” I supply innocently. Jake swats at my chest and gets off me, following Matt out the opposite door. I exit after him, breathing in deep once my feet touch solid ground. “Oh, sweet freedom, how I’ve missed you!”
“He knows we’re still in America, right?” Matt asks, head buried in the trunk.
I ignore him and stretch out my aching legs, feeling the sweet, sweet relief of unrestrained blood flow for the first time in hours. Satisfied, I walk around behind the car and clap a hand down on Jake’s shoulder. “On the way up, we either leave someone behind or strap you to the roof.”
“What? You’re over my sweet cheeks already? Darling, we just arrived!”
“Aw, honey, I’d like your ass five hundred times more if it were to walk away and come back with a couple beers,” I coo, my hand coasting down to the small of his back to nudge him forward.
“Would you like a sandwich too or should I just lay down in our bed and wait for you to come get some?” He teases, smiling like a smug little bastard.
“More importantly, our bed? Since when are we doubling up this year?” I look towards Andrea as she reaches into the pile Matt erected in his search for his stuff.
She looks at me, then at Jake, and then back again. “Forty bucks says they fuck this time,” she says as she yanks her blue backpack free, “I gotta good feeling this year!”
“I’m not betting anything,” Matt calls, one arm outstretched, phone stuck high into the air, “didn’t Seth just name his new target like three days ago? The cute little waitress with the massive back shelf?”
I sigh fondly. “Ah, Linda. Her ass was kind of lumpy, though . . .”
The whole group freezes. Jake stiffens beside me. And suddenly we’re all circled up around the back of the car.
“When did you even get her number?” Matty.
“Forget that! The tits, man! How were the tits?!” Raf.
“That was so fast . . . They grow up so fast. My baby’s a player like his mama!” Andrea.
“Men are disgusting. Was she a virgin? On a scale of Angelina Jolie to Kristen Stewart how were her responses?” Kelsy.
“That’s a fucking stupid scale, Kelsy.” Raf.
“Yeah, shouldn’t they be listed differently? Like least to greatest?” Matty.
“Did you just ask about her v-card status?” Andrea.
The three of them seem to fold in on Kelsy, hounding her with questions, so I leave it alone. Glancing into the trunk, I see my dark gray duffel bag and black backpack, so I release my hold on Jake and step forward, grabbing my stuff.
“Hey, are you–,” I cut off, eyes going wide at the hurt expression on his face. “Are you okay?” I drop my bags and step up to him, hands grabbing at his face and tilting it up towards me. “Are you hurt? Where? Show me,” I demand, one hand reaching out and pushing his hair up and off his forehead.
His eyes narrow all at once, all the pain clearing away to be replaced by anger. The fuck? Before I can even react, he’s shoving away my hands and moving around me. I turn with him, brows furrowing as he dips, grabs his monstrous backpacking bag and jogs up the front steps, disappearing inside.
Confused, I look towards the rest of my friends, genuinely feeling mindfucked as to what just happened. They all eye me sideways.
“Oo, you just pissed off your honey boo, bitch,” Andrea says, “better go smooth things over before he decides to lock you out of your guys’s room. None of us are saving your nasty ass from that couch.”
“What are you still standing here for?” Raf drawls lowly, bending over and picking up my bags, “we got your shit so go.”
“Fucking Hell,” I groan and run for the front steps, taking them two at a time, and hurrying into the cabin. Ducking through the entryway with the busted up ceiling, I take a sharp right and hurry up the stairs. Thankfully, our room is the first on the left, so I get to grab onto the handle and burst into our unlocked room. “Fuck!” I gasp, stumbling forward onto our bed.
Jake leans against the wall to my left, looking about as happy as my lungs right now. He doesn’t say a word, but I can already tell he’s royally pissed off. He’s doing that thing with his face where his lips are pinched together but everything else is relaxed. Well, except his eyes, his eyes are definitely trying to fry my face off.
I push up on my palms and roll into a sitting position on the end of the bed, torso turned to face him. “You’re mad. Why? You know I’m dense, I promise you I won’t be able to figure it out on my own,” I tell him honestly.
He doesn’t say a word.
Guessing it is, then. “The waitress, right?” His fingers twitch. Bingo. “That I slept with her?” He shifts his weight. Almost. “Something I and the waitress did?” He leans back even further, almost slouching, eyes lowering to the floor. Closer. I move forward without thinking, sliding my legs around until I’m on the left side of the bed, arms tensed beside me. “She . . .” his nose wrinkles, “no, no, I. I did something.”
I push up off the bed, my eyes looking him up and down as I take a slow, cautious step towards him. He doesn’t tense or fidget so I approach him normally, reaching out and grabbing hold of his chin. I tilt his head back and he looks back at me, annoyed.
“I did something,” I tell him again, this time slower, unsure, “tell me.”
His jaw clenches and then he’s swatting at me, making me drop my hands to the wall beside him instead. “We’re best friends, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to touch him, reassure him. He reacts best to touch.
“So, why didn’t you tell me?!” He pushes me, makes me stumble back, and steps forward so we’re chest to chest.
“Tell you?” I frown down at him, “Tell you what?”
“Any of it! That you were interested in her. That you had her number. That you met up with her! That you fucked her!” His volume raises with each new thing I forgot to do until he’s practically yelling at me.
Without thinking, I hug him, wrap my arms around his waist and pull him against my chest. He wedges his hands between us, attempts to pry me off, but I just pull him in tighter and turn my head in towards his ear, lowering my voice since the others are probably listening. “Weren’t you the one who said it was painful hearing me talk about fucking random chicks?” He shivers and this time, I can’t even pretend he’s laughing because I can see it up close and personal — him reacting to me. I move us backwards, sandwich him between me and the wall, and cage him in with my hands pressed against it. “Didn’t you tell me that if I talked about it in front of you, you’d hate me? I could’ve sworn you were the one who didn’t speak to me for two weeks because I let it slip one time that I had my eye on some tight piece of–”
“Shut up,” he says weakly, and then stronger, “shut up! You talk about people like they’re nothing more than meat!”
I almost groan in frustration and lean back, bring us eye to eye. “What do you want from me, Jacob?” He bites at his lip, sucks it into his mouth and looks at me through his lashes, and suddenly all I can remember is the feeling of his ass on my cock in the car. The softness, the warmth. How good it felt to slide up between them. And this time, I do groan because fuck it if my friend doesn’t have the ideal ass. “Jacob,” I breathe his name, hands sliding onto his hips, my body instinctively inching closer. I can remember it clearly, then: the first time Jake kissed me.
We were still in high school and I was wasted, had just been dumped by who, I thought, was the girl of my dreams. One minute I was wallowing in self-pity, and the next my best friend was straddling me, his tongue in my mouth and my hands on his ass. He was so soft and small, so similar to a girl that I didn’t mind kissing him. So I kissed him again and again; every time one of my relationships ends, there he is, waiting for a kiss. But this time, I haven’t been dating in months. I have no excuse for why I want to swap saliva with my best friend. And he knows it.
His eyes flutter partially closed, his lower half straining against my hold. I let him move against me, let him bury his fingers in my hair and pull me closer. I press him back with my chest and breathe in his breath, lips parting. “I want you to kiss me,” he tells me.
“Fuck,” I say breathily. I meld my mouth to his and almost moan it feels so good to have him.
Oh, fucking Hell.
I have him.