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Author: taikatiuku
Title: It Never Happened
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jon makes it really hard for Brian to leave
A/N: This story is so old it's almsot too embarrasing
“Do you want to stay for the night?” he asked and held my hand like he never wanted to let me go.
No, no, don’t ask me that. And don’t give me that look, it makes me lose my mind, it makes me go crazy. And most of all, it makes me forget that what we are doing is wrong. However, I didn’t say any of those things out loud.
“You know I can’t,” I said, not looking at him. I couldn’t look at him because if I did, I could never leave.
“We are alone, Brian,” he whispered pulling me closer, not even considering letting go of my hand or letting me get away from him. “There’s no-one else in the house.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I said and placed my palm on his chest and tried to push him away. “I can’t stay for any longer, Jon.”
“I know you want to,” he said grinning. I shook my head, but he kept grinning at me.
“No?” he asked and suddenly slid his hand between my legs. “What’s this then?” I blushed. I was hard.
“Let me take care of that,” Jon mumbled into my ear and put his hands on my hips. His hot breathing against my neck and soft words into my ear made me quiver. What was happening to me? The reasonable part if me-that was dangerously sliding into the deepest corner of my brain-kept telling me: Do you not realise that this MAN is your friend?
“No!” I exclaimed with a sudden sense of reason. “Let me go”. I struggled away from his hold and hurried to get my coat, but before I got to it I felt his strong arms around me from behind.
“Shhh-Brian. It’s okay,” he whispered softly. “Come here. I’ll make you some coffee.”
He took my hand once more, guided me to the kitchen and sat me down on a chair by the kitchen counter. I had been sitting there countless of times before, but this felt like the first time. I watched him putting the coffee machine on. He moved quietly to the fridge to get a milk carton. He knew how I wanted my coffee. With milk, no sugar. I loved the way he moved-so softly, yet so manly.
It had been a rough day for me. I had argued with my girlfriend. She thought I was having an affair, which I wasn’t. How ironic, I thought now. I had left home slamming the door shut loudly, leaving her crying alone. Then I found myself standing in front of Jon’s door. I only wanted a friend comforting me, but what he did to me was far more than that. He asked me to come in. When I told him about the argument I began crying. He hugged me in a friendly manner. As I still kept crying he put his arms around me and pressed my head on his chest. I didn’t think that was weird or inappropriate, so I buried my face against his chest. We stayed like that for a while until I wasn’t so upset anymore. As I moved away feeling a little embarrassed for acting like a baby, Jon put his hands on my face and pressed his lips against mine. I tried to back away, but I couldn’t. He held me too tightly. I found myself kissing him back. That made him kiss me more hungrily, and I let him.
“Here,” Jon said and put a mug of coffee in front of me.
“Thanks,” I said quietly staring at the mug. It was perfect-just the way I wanted it, my coffee. I could feel him staring at me as he sat down opposite of me. I took a gulp of the hot liquid.
“I like this mug,” I said to break the silence.
“You gave it to me,” he stated still staring at me. I could feel his eyes on me.
“Oh, I did?” I took a closer look at it.
“Brian,” Jon sighed. “About what happened-”
“You started it,” I interrupted him like it would really matter who started kissing who.
“I know,” he sighed again, trying to stay calm. He must have been thinking I was acting really childishly. “But you kissed me back.” Jon seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but I finished my coffee in silence.
Then I raised my head and looked at him. “And your point is?”
“Brian-” he started, but I stood up and began to leave the room. Once again I felt his arms around me before I had the chance to take no more than a few steps.
“I know you’re confused,” he whispered. His lips were nearly touching my ear and his arms were wrapped tightly around my chest. I couldn’t move, not that I wanted to. I felt paralysed in his hold.
“So let me go.”
“I know you don’t know what to think about this, but please, don’t go,” he said turning me around and looked straight into my eyes.
This time it was me who kissed him first. My lips moving along his I pushed him roughly against the wall. I pressed myself tight against him and in an instant Jon wrapped his hands around my back. He began licking my lips and I couldn’t find the strength or will to stop myself from opening my mouth and letting his tongue in. As his demanding, soft tongue searched into my mouth I did the same. I pressed him even harder against the wall and he pulled me closer to him. When our bodies were tight against each other I could feel myself getting excited again and I let a moan out.
“We have to stop,” I mumbled.
“Mmmm.”
“No, Jon, please-” I tried, but he put his hand again between my legs which made me moan out loud and press my face against his neck. I had no idea why he was doing this to me.
“Why?” I asked, not sure what I meant.
“I want you,” he mumbled into my ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“This is wrong,” I said starting to panic.
“Why would this be wrong?” Jon asked and started to kiss me again.
“Because-” I tried to say in between his soft kisses. He unzipped my trousers and slipped his hand inside. Quickly his hand had found its way also inside my boxer shorts and as he touched me I began gasping and grabbed his shoulders almost painfully hard.
“Because you want me, too?” He said and grinned. He clearly noticed my troubles controlling myself. He turned me so that I was standing against the wall now.
“Try to relax, Brian.”
He tugged both my trousers and boxer shorts down around my ankles and lowered himself on his knees. No way, this is not happening, I thought. Leave now before it’s too late, I told myself. But it was too late already. I couldn’t leave now. As Jon took me into his hot mouth I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. I found it hard to stay on my feet. I was shaking and I began sliding onto the floor as my legs simply couldn’t keep me up. Jon noticed it and he softly caught me up and carried me into his bedroom. And I let him do it; I didn’t want to leave anymore. He placed me on my back on the bed and continued doing what he was doing to me before, and it made me shake even more.
“Oh…fuck… Jon.”
“You like it?” he mumbled and smiled.
“Mmmmm.”
“I take that as a yes,” he grinned and started licking and sucking me even harder and faster. As I came into his mouth I couldn’t control my moans.
Jon was asleep next to me. I had done it to him too, taken him into my mouth and made him come. I wasn’t sure what to think now. As I slowly got out of the bed, careful not to wake him up, I looked at his beautiful figure. I took my clothes from the floor and got dressed still looking at him. Wishing Jon would understand that I needed to go and forget about what had happened between us I slowly walked out and softly closed the door behind me. When I got home I went straight to our bedroom and saw my girlfriend sleeping in our bed like an angel. Crawling under the covers next to the woman I was supposed to love and want I whispered into her ear:
“It never happened.”