Chapter 5 5
Drake
I remember how he was moaning while receiving that blowjob from Celine earlier. Why I’m thinking about that, I don’t know. All I know is that I’d love it if Sasha were doing it that way.
And I remember once again how it was, and I also remember how I felt watching them there and him moaning like that.
Sasha grinds under me, it’s too much to handle and I cum. I thrust a few more times, soon hearing her join me.
I get home, walk into my room, and Travis is already asleep. I sit on my bed and stay there watching him for a while.
When this guy first showed up at school, I could’ve sworn he was looking at me strangely on a few occasions.
I even thought he might be interested in me. But when we started training together, I realized what a cool guy he was and we became friends. Now I see that I was wrong about that.
He never said anything to me or kept looking at me that way, and today I realized I was very mistaken about his sexual orientation. Although I wouldn’t mind if he were gay or something like that.
Our friendship goes beyond that.
I keep watching him sleep and remember once again how he was moaning. Why am I so impressed by that? Truth is, I’ve never seen a guy moan like that before. I don’t even do that myself.
And it’s not like I would’ve seen it anyway. I just found it different how comfortable he was doing it like that. Maybe it was the alcohol. I even laugh now, I gave him a lot of alcohol and it seems like he’s not used to drinking that much.
Travis always surprises me.
I lie down on my bed and try to sleep. We have training tomorrow morning.
...
''Pass the ball, damn it! Where the hell is your head?"
I don’t even answer. Luke is always an asshole during training. I totally understand why Travis hates him.
I look over at Travis. Even from a distance, he speaks quietly, but I can read his lips:
"Leave that asshole alone."
I laugh. But instead of going back to the game, I stay there watching Travis for a while.
"Everything okay, man?"
Elliot asks me and I reply:
"All good."
I think I just need to get these things out of my head from last night.
...
We’re in the car on the way back home. It’s still Saturday, so I say to Travis:
"Remember that action movie we saw the trailer for and really wanted to watch?"
He looks at me and asks:
"Yeah, what about it?"
I say:
"It’s already in theaters."
"Really? I hadn’t seen that."
I say:
"We could go watch it today. Just tell your parents you’re sleeping over at my house again."
He thinks for a moment and I add:
"Just us, no girls tonight."
He looks more excited. After all, it wouldn’t be possible to watch the movie with them around. I already tried that with Sasha I missed so many parts because she was talking to me the whole time that I had to go back later to watch the same movie again.
He finally says:
"Alright then."
...
I open the bathroom door after knocking and say:
"Just came to grab my cologne, sorry.''
Travis always gets a bit embarrassed when I see him like this. Maybe he feels intimidated by my physique, but he shouldn’t he has a body almost as defined as mine.
But I get it. I used to be self-conscious like that too. That’s why I leave the bathroom as quickly as I can.
Travis
Me: Guess who I’m at the cinema with?
Tamara: No way!
Tamara: Grab him.
Tamara: This is your chance.
Me: Are you crazy?
Me: He’s coming back, I’ll tell you later.
"So? Still on the trailers?"
I reply:
"Yeah."
"See any good ones?"
"The second-to-last one looks good."
"Cool, we’ll check it out later then."
I even take a deep breath. I hate when he wears that cologne. I hate it because it’s my favorite and it makes him look even hotter in my eyes.
The movie starts. Drake hands me the bucket of popcorn and I put it on my lap while we hold our soda cups.
It’s a good movie. I glance at Drake and he seems focused on the screen, but there’s still a crease on his forehead, something I noticed even on the way here.
He then turns to me and asks:
"How’s it going with Celine?"
I wasn’t expecting him to ask that, so I just answer:
"It’s all good, she’s really nice."
He looks back at the screen and takes a deep breath. He seems a bit uncomfortable and I ask:
"Why?"
He says:
"No, it’s nothing."
We go back to watching the screen and after a while I ask:
"Are you into her?"
He laughs and says:
"No."
I say:
"You’ve been acting kind of weird since we left."
He looks a little surprised and I add:
"Look, we don’t have anything serious and if you want to go out with her, it’s fine by me."
I don’t have any chance with him anyway, and if that’s going to make him happy, I’ll accept it.
He says:
"Nah man, it’s all good."
I say:
"I don’t know, I just thought that was why."
He doesn’t even answer me and turns his eyes back to the screen. The problem is that now I’m looking at him more than at the movie.
It gets even worse when he reaches his hand toward the popcorn bucket on my lap. My dick already reacts at the mere thought of what we could do here in the dark of the cinema with his hand around it.
I take a deep breath. He looks at me and laughs, asking if I’m okay, and I say yes.
There’s a somewhat hot scene between the protagonists. Drake looks at me, takes the bucket off my lap, and now I put my hands over my lap to hide it.
Drake keeps looking at me, then lowers his eyes to my hands in my lap and finally laughs, now saying:
"I can’t believe this, you…"
I don’t even answer now. I think I’m red. Drake laughs even more. I shrink into my seat. The guy is going to think I’m a pervert and won’t even want to be my friend anymore.
But Drake just says:
"Come on man, relax. It happens to anyone. That actress is way too hot."
He has no idea what I was thinking about well before that scene.
Every day I feel more attracted to him. Why does he have to be so perfect at everything? I wish I could tell him, but he wouldn’t understand. So I prefer to keep our friendship and anything that lets me have him around, even if never the way I dream about.
