Of Best Friends and Lovers

Alrighty, I read the reviews and went back in and took out the \'man\' in nearly EVERY dialoge sentence. My god how did I manage to right it wo many times. I feel sorry for you people! :P I know I have \'young man\' in there a ton too and I\'ll work on other terms to use. Sorry I haven\'t updated in a awhile, but I will. :)

Realizations

Thank God it was finally warm. Jason had been sure that winter was going to last for the rest of eternity the way it had held on to the very end this year. Already it was June and the weather was just turning sunny and warm. The sunshine gently clung to his black hair and T-shirt, caressing his body with tiny fingers of pleasant warmth.

Jason sighed happily and turned onto his back in the soft new grass in the courtyard, and propped his head on his clasped hands. Spending lunch warming in the sun was a nice change from freezing his ass off in his car or down in the crowded lunchroom. He hummed pleasurably to himself. He could stay here all day.

“Careful, someone might take that as an invitation,” a warm voice purred teasingly from a few feet away.

Jason opened his eyes and grinned as Andy, his best friend approached, “Invitation for what?” he asked laughing. His blond friend grinned, his green eyes twinkling with humor as he sank into the grass beside Jason’s relaxed body. “Are you saying that I look sexy and irresistible laying in the sunshine like this?” Jason murmured thoughtfully. “Damn, maybe I should had done this sooner. Maybe I’d have a few dates under my belt by now.”

Andy snorted with amusement at the ‘under my belt’ comment, knowing that Jason hadn’t meant it to be a suggestive comment. No, his shy young friend was rarely suggestive. It was a pity really. He was handsome, lightly muscled and funny; things girls usually went wild for. Andy had seen more then a few speculative glances in Jason’s direction, but the dark-haired teen never seemed to notice, or at least didn’t care.

Andy was beginning to think that if Jason ever wanted to get laid, the girl would have to make the first move…and be very blunt about it. It wasn’t that Jason was dense or anything. He was just preoccupied most of the time. His writing and art took up a considerable amount of his time and thought. He’d always been that way really. Andy had known him since Jason had inadvertently kicked a soccer ball into Andy’s face in third grade. It had very nearly broken his nose, but for one reason or another it had also been the beginning of a long friendship.

Even at fourteen, when Andy had told Jason he was pretty sure he was gay, Jason had stuck by him. What a rough day that had been. Andy had worried himself sick for weeks, wondering if he should tell his friend, wondering if innocent little Jason would even knew what it meant for Andy to be gay. Jason had simply sat and listened as Andy brokenly told him everything. He thought girls were nice enough, but for some reason it was the guys that interested him. It was the guys that invaded his dreams at night. He didn’t want it, but that was what he was and Jason should know it.

Jason had looked shocked at first, then a little hurt when he’d realized how long Andy had probably kept it secret. Andy had expected a punch in the face or at least a little screaming, but Jason’s quiet, disappointed acceptance was the last thing he’d expected. Andy hadn’t believed his luck in finding such a friend. Jason didn’t even seem disturbed when Andy mentioned other guys he thought were attractive at school. His eventual acceptance and even light teasing blew Andy away.

Andy smiled to himself and rolled over on his belly to look at his friend. “Cookie?” he asked, holding out a bag of mini chocolate chip cookies.

Jason laughed, “Your avoiding my question.” He took a cookie anyway and chewed happily. “Man it’s a nice day,” he sighed.

“Mm,” Andy hummed in agreement. He regarded Jason a moment then asked, “Dating huh? Are you saying you’re lonely without female companionship in your life? Girls are overrated,” he murmured.

Jason laughed and shook his head. “That’s only because you like boys.” Jason sighed and wrinkled his nose at his lightly grinning friend. He was always a bit startled by how pretty Andy looked when he was smiling like that. His pale green eyes, light golden hair, and lightly muscled, pale form had always driven girls mad. They adored him, maybe even more so when they found out he was unavailable to them.

Jason sat up and ran his hand through his already lightly mused black hair, “It’s not that I’m lonely…I just want to know what it’s like?”

“Dating a girl?” Andy asked curiously.

Jason blushed a little, “Well I guess so, yeah. But there are the other things…you know kissing and stuff.”

“And ‘stuff,’” Andy hummed in mock wisdom. “I like the ‘stuff’ part.” He grinned and laughed softly when Jason’s blush flared red. He watched as Jason bit his lip and peeked at him, likely desperate to ask half a dozen questions. “Just ask me. After all of this time don’t get shy on me now buddy,” Andy sighed softly.

Jason cleared his throat and swallowed, “I-I know we’ve never really discussed it…but have you…you know…done anything with another guy?”

He looked nervous and uncomfortable, far more so then he needed to be. It made Andy wonder a little. He frowned thoughtfully, what should he tell him? Probably everything. “Yes. I’ve kissed a few guys and done a few things with them,” he began, unsure what Jason wanted to know.

“W-what kind of things?” Jason asked softly, curiously.

Andy blushed lightly, realizing this was kind of an odd discussion. He cleared his throat and murmured, “I jerked a few guys off I guess, went down on one or two…that’s pretty much it.” Andy eyed his friend carefully, unsure how the other young man would react. Sex wasn’t something they’d discussed much, except for lamenting over their lack of it. He didn’t know if he should tell Jason that he’d even had sex with a few guys.

Jason smiled shakily and stared at the grass. “Oh…I see…thank you.” He sat for a moment then cleared his throat. “Was it good…I mean did you like it? We see lots of stuff on TV and all….”

Andy handed that last of his cookies to Jason so he had something to distract him. “I guess it was nice enough when the guys did stuff back…though that only happened a few times.” Jason looked mortified at the topic he’d started. He was really so sweetly shy sometimes that Andy wanted to pinch his cheeks and hug him. “Don’t be embarrassed Jason,” he said sitting up and patting Jason’s shoulder. “We’re best friends. You can ask me anything.” He sighed and looked up when the bell rang to call everyone back to classes. He turned back to Andy, watching him pack up the remains of his lunch. “Look, why don’t I come over to your place tonight to study. I’ll come over about 4:00 and you can ask me anything you want. I don’t want to have secrets from you.”

Jason smiled, a bit relieved that Andy wasn’t offended, and nodded. “I’d like that…thanks,” he said softly. They got up and walked silently into the building, their minds buzzing with a new, strange tension that hadn’t been there before. Andy was terrified that maybe Jason would not be able to accept some of the things Andy had done with other men. Jason was confused by the flash of jealousy he’d felt at the mention of the other men in Andy’s life. It made the rest of the day creep by with agonizing slowness.

***
Jason lay back on his bed and sighed. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked Andy anything, but he had to admit he was a bit curious about what Andy had done with guys he’d been with. It was only natural curiosity right? Jason hadn’t ever been kissed and touched by another person like Andy had. He knew his shyness was definitely the barrier that kept him from such pleasures, but it was hard to overcome something like that.

The jealous feelings he knew he was having were a bit harder to pick apart. Maybe he just didn’t want to share his charismatic friend with anyone else…or maybe he didn’t want to consider the other option. Jason was attracted to girls, like most other guys his age. He occasionally had a crush on one or had an erotic dream, but that was all pretty normal. What weren’t as typical, perhaps, were the dreams he’d had about men. He’d had one particularly vivid dream about a cute girl from school going down on him, but when he’d looked down at her head she’d morphed into the captain of the football team. He suspected all men dealt with those kinds of dreams, though it was hard to look Craig Jensen in the eye after ‘watching’ Craig suck him off.

“You look awfully serious,” Andy murmured from the doorway of Jason’s bedroom.

Jason jerked into a sitting position, stuttering, “Sorry I didn’t see you there Andy. I was in my own little world for a minute.”

“What were you thinking about?” Andy asked falling on his back across the end of Jason’s bed.

“Football I guess,” Jason murmured.

Andy eyed him, not entirely believing that explanation, but letting it go none-the-less. “I’m sorry you feel weird. I know it’s kind of hard to wrap your brain around me being gay and all, but you’ve been really cool about it.”

Jason was silent for a moment then spoke up, “It’s not hard for me to accept you being gay. I’ve known for years…I think even before you told me. There’s something else eating at me right now.” He chewed on his bottom lip, propping his arms on his bent knees. He looked so serious; Andy sat up and waited for him to talk. “I’ve never kissed anybody…never touched another person intimately…or been touched.” He swallowed and flicked his eyes up to Andy’s. “I want to…very much.”

Andy’s heart nearly stilled. Was Jason…was he trying to tell Andy something? He carefully asked, “Why don’t you ask out a nice girl? You have enough of them clamoring for your attention that a girlfriend would be easy to get.”

Jason swallowed again, his eyes tearing, “I don’t think I want a girlfriend Andy.”

Andy was positive his heart stopped this time, “Jason…I don’t understand…are you trying to tell me…are you…?” he floundered.

Tears started running down Jason’s cheeks. “I don’t know what I’m saying,” he whispered. “I confused Andy. I keep having these amazing dreams and thoughts…and they may start with a girl but they don’t end with one.” He took a shuddering breath and sniffed.

Andy stared in shock for a moment before pulling his friend into his arms. Jason started sobbing almost immediately, clutching at Andy’s back. Andy murmured softly to the clearly troubled young man and rubbed his back. “It’s okay Jason. Let it out…tell me…it’s okay.

“I don’t know what to say!” Jason said, his frustration evident in his choked voice. “Do I say I dream about the captain of the football team sucking me off or I peek at guys in the shower in the locker room? Or maybe I should say that instead of wondering what it’s like to squeeze a girl’s breast I think about running my hands down a muscular chest. How the fuck do I say it?” he cried.

“Andy I think I am gay,” Andy said softly. “That might be a good start.” He pulled away from Jason and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand for the rather damp young man.

Jason blew his nose and mopped up his face. He dropped the tissues in his garbage and sighed, running his hands through his hair. “But how do I know? I mean what if it’s just a phase I’m going through…you know, curiosity?”

“You test yourself,” Andy said with a small shrug. “You experiment a little and see if it is something your truly want for yourself. It’s one thing to fantasize about going down on another guy or to let him take you in the ass, and quite another to do it,” Andy said rather bluntly, in Jason’s opinion.

Jason thought a moment about that. Andy was right. If this was what Jason wanted or was, however it happened, he would have to assimilate that his partner would have penis too. But really how different could it be? There’d still be kissing and foreplay…though being penetrated himself typically wouldn’t be an issue with a woman…unless she was into that kind of thing. He was pretty sure he could deal with all of that if and when it came. “Andy?” he asked, his voice shaky.

“Hmm?” Andy asked softly. What was his poor Jason thinking about now? Probably the same things he’d been thinking about four or five years ago.

“Does it hurt…you know, sex?” Jason asked blushing lightly.

Be strait with him, Andy reminded himself. “It can a little at first but if your partner is careful it doesn’t last long at all. It’ll be a little awkward your first time, but it should be okay too,” Andy reassured him. “That is if you decide that it’s something you want for yourself. Be true to yourself Jason. If you are in love with a guy, go for it.”

“There isn’t a guy yet…but thanks,” Jason murmured. “Maybe…maybe you could….” Jason blushed, his voice faltering. “I haven’t even kissed anyone….”

Andy swallowed, understanding clearly what Jason was asking. They were best friends…a little kiss to show him what it was like wouldn’t hurt anything. He leaned toward the young man next to him on the edge of the bed. Andy raised his hand and gently titled Jason’s chin toward him. Wordlessly he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against Jason’s soft, full mouth. Jason let out a shuddering breath and leaned in, unconsciously demanding that Andy deepen the light, feathery kiss. Ignoring his thumping heart he slanted his mouth over Jason’s and slid the tip of his tongue lightly over Jason’s lips.

Jason whimpered softly, reaching up to grasp the front of Andy’s shirt as Andy’s tongue danced against his. Hard muscle flexed gently against his fingers as Andy moved into his light embrace. He suddenly felt the light brush of Andy’s hand move up his thigh, sending a bolt of electricity through his body. Jason pulled back, gasping as his body responded and hardened. Andy looked down into his face, green eyes darkened and lips moist.

Andy felt and slight hardening of Jason’s body against his thumb. He’d moved his hand over Jason’s leg, mostly out of habit. He hadn’t meant to actually arouse the other young man, but here they were…. “Sorry, I didn’t do that on purpose Jason.”

Jason blushed furiously and nodded, “No it’s okay. I didn’t mean to…I….” How do you tell someone that you didn’t mean to get an erection, especially your best friend? “Thank you for showing me…for the kiss.” He noted that Andy’s hand was still on his thigh, still brushing his length lightly with his thumb. Jason blushed and without thinking leaned into kiss Andy, despite not knowing really what to do.

Andy felt a soft groan grow in his chest as Jason’s innocent mouth stumbled over his own. It’d been years since he’d been this new to the game. He found Jason’s innocence and eagerness enthralling, despite the fact that he shouldn’t be doing this. His brain was thinking that Jason was his best friend while his body was pressing the other young man back into his pillows and straddling his hips. The little whimpers Jason made and the innocent flexing of his hips had Andy rock hard and struggling to get control of the situation.

Unfortunately it wasn’t reason that broke through the haze of lust in his brain…it was a decidedly feminine gasp and a thump. The young men jerked up, wide-eyed at the sound. Jason’s gaping mother was standing in the doorway, Jason’s laundry spilled at her feet. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. It wasn’t everyday a mother caught her son making out with another man. “Oh God I’m sorry,” she gasped and hurried down the hall.

Jason groaned and fell back, “Lovely. Now I have to go talk to her.” He blushed lightly and looked up at Andy. Andy looked like he felt awful. Jason sighed and slid out from under Andy’s thighs, making Andy scramble to get off the bed. “Don’t worry Andy, she’ll understand I think.”

“God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I normally behave better then that,” Andy murmured with a blush. “You just seemed to like it and all…I got so excited and kind of forgot other people were home….”

Jason blushed and murmured, “Thank you. I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.” He smiled and laughed a little at the awful situation, drawing a laugh from Andy. It was kind of funny if put in the right light Jason supposed. “Wait here? I should be back shortly.” Andy nodded and Jason smiled softly back.

It wasn’t hard to find his mother. She was in the kitchen chopping everything she could find. “Mom?” he said softly.

Her back stiffened and she stopped chopping. “Yes darling?” she asked softly. She’d been crying a little, he could hear it in her voice.

“I didn’t know,” he started. “Honestly…I don’t even know if I really like guys….” She turned red-rimmed eyes towards him as he approached. He shrugged and stared at the floor, “I have been having a lot of dreams and new thoughts lately…I asked Andy about them…then asked him to kiss me. I was just curious…I didn’t think…I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Jennifer tilted her son’s face toward her own and sighed, “I don’t care that you’re gay honey. I’ve known for a couple of years that you’d likely be more comfortable with men.” Jason frowned and shook his head in confusion. “Don’t shake your head like that,” she warned. “All you ever talk about is Andy or some other young man at school. You’d mention a girl that you thought was nice at school every now and then, but not like you did with boys. Your art had hints in it too,” she said softly. “The men in your drawings always look more detailed and complete, like they were a little more important to you. The girls were good too, but didn’t have the same level of care.” She shook her head and sighed, “I don’t care that you like men more then women. I love you no matter what honey. I was just waiting for you to tell me.”

“Then why were you crying?” he asked softly, hugging her tightly.

“I am mortified,” she said with a laugh. “I’m not even going to go into the details of what I saw, but let’s just say that there are a few things a mother would prefer not to know about her son, let alone see them.” Jason had to laugh a little at that, despite the horribly embarrassing situation he was involved it. “I’ll make sure to knock from now on, let me tell you,” she snorted.

“Mom?” he asked then hesitated. “What will Dad say?” His father had moved out after the divorce three years ago. He had a good relationship with his father, but didn’t know how he’d react as a man to the fact that his son was gay.

Jennifer frowned, “I don’t know honey. Bill is a good man and he loves you, but I don’t know that he’s ever told me what he thinks about gay men. Perhaps we should wait to tell him until we know how he’ll react. I don’t want you to hide it from him if you’re not comfortable with that, but I don’t want you to get hurt either.”

Jason nodded his understanding. Andy’s dad had been furious and even kicked him out of the house for a few days while he cooled off. He’d eventually accepted his son back and apologized, but Jason remembered how hard it had been for Andy to stay at his place, wondering if he’d ever get to go home.

Andy peaked into the kitchen hesitantly, “Should I leave now Mrs. Christensen?”

Jennifer frowned and put her hands on her hips. “Most certainly not! I chopped enough vegetables to feed ten people and now you’re going to help us eat whatever I manage to make with it. It’s Friday. Call your parents and see if you can stay. I have a feeling you two have a lot you need to figure out, at least Jason does. You can help him.” She eyed Andy sternly and murmured, “Try to keep your hands off my boy young man.” Andy blushed and nodded, rubbing his hair. “Yes ma’am.” Jason watched the odd scene before rolling his eyes and helping his mother fix dinner.

***
“Andy?” Jason queried into the darkness of the room.

“Hm?” Andy asked from his mattress on the floor.

“How did I start the day as a 17 year old, apparently heterosexual male, and end up as a slightly outted gay male not 12 hours later?” he asked softly.

“It was the kiss,” Andy murmured, deadpan. “Being gay is contagious you know,” he said matter-of-factly.

Jason blinked, and then snorted with laughter, “Is that it? I did wonder.” They both chuckled over Andy’s bad joke. After they’d quieted Jason spoke up again, “Andy? It was a really nice kiss. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Andy murmured softly into the darkness. “Kind of disappointed it ended really. It was starting to get really interesting.” He smiled at Jason’s soft laugh. “Night,” he sighed sleepily.

He frowned when Jason didn’t respond and simply rustled around in his covers. Andy jumped a moment later as Jason slid on the tiny mattress with him. “Jason?”

“What would have happened if she hadn’t stopped us Andy,” Jason murmured. “Would you have just kept kissing me?”

Andy swallowed as Jason pushed the blankets away and straddled his hips as he’d done to Jason earlier, only this time both only wore boxers. Andy couldn’t remember getting a faster erection in his life. Was Jason flirting with him, actually coming on to him? He didn’t deny that a big part of him was attracted to his long-time friend, but he’d never acted on it. Now suddenly here Jason was, admitting he was gay and climbing into Andy’s bed all in the same day. “Yes, there would have been more kissing,” he gasped softly.

“Hmm?” Jason hummed curiously. He leaned down and gave Andy a light peck on the lips, “Would you have shown me anything else?”

Andy swallowed and rasped, “Maybe some touching. I don’t rush into a physical relationship, especially not with someone as important to me as you.” Something about what he said to Jason set the young man off and suddenly he was drowning in the young man’s mouth and clean scent. He didn’t even hesitate as he kissed Jason back.

With a soft moan Jason ran his hands over Andy’s smooth chest, flexing his hips lightly as his excitement grew. “Andy?” he gasped. “Will you…will you touch me please,” he whispered against Andy’s lips.

Andy felt himself harden even more, if that was possible, at the request. With an excited shudder he reached down and slipped his hands into the slit in the front of Jason’s boxers. Jason groaned and flexed his hips hard, into Andy’s own groin and hand, as Andy’s warm figures slid around his swollen length. Andy gently pulled him from his boxers and ran his hand lightly over the straining length for a moment, allowing Jason get used to the new sensations he knew the young man must be experiencing.

Jason kissed him wildly as Andy began to pump his hard, wide length, gasping and moaning at the exquisite feeling of another’s touch. Breaking the kiss he sat back a little so he could get access to Andy’s boxers. Andy sat up cradling Jason in his lap as the young man gripped his own swollen length. For the next few moments only soft gasps and the sound of flesh pumping flesh filled the room.

“Andy…” Jason gasped. “Oh God…soon…almost there,” he groaned, tightening his pumping grip on Andy’s long, thick length.

With a shuddering groan, Andy leaned Jason back slightly and lapped and sucked at the young man’s nipples. A moment later Jason stiffened and grunted, then Andy felt the warm slide of semen on his chest, belly and hand. He gently pushed Jason’s twitching hand off of his length and finished himself with a soft gasp and a shudder.

Jason sat in Andy’s lap, his legs loosely looped around Andy’s waist. He watched as Andy erotically brought himself to completion and shivered lightly as he felt the slide of another’s semen on his belly for the first time. He couldn’t even move as Andy’s softening, length twitched and slid against his own. “Andy,” he rasped. “I…that was…I….”

Andy grinned softly and gave him a soft peck on the lips, “I know.” He reached up and grabbed some tissue and cleaned them off as best he could. He smiled softly as a bewildered Jason tucked his soft penis back into his boxers then just sat in front of him. It was Andy that finally had to coax him back into his bed and tuck him in. “Night,” he murmured.

“Night,” Jason murmured quietly. “See you in the morning.”