Will.4

 "I mean, of course you don't have to," I began, but Will saved me the embarrassment of giving him an out by coming back to me.

He sat next to me and clasped his hands. "What do you want me to do?"

Was it not obvious? I wanted a fricking handjob. But Will, I was realizing, was delicate. Not like me. I needed to be as gentle with him as he’d been with me. "Just touch me," I replied, placing my hand on the back of his head. Will responded softly when I kissed him. He let me draw him to me again, and as I sat back Will's leg slipped over mine. It was like it belonged there. Like his little noises, like his cum drying sticky on my stomach, like his hand on my neck.

Will's fingertips trailed lightly down my throat, my chest, and slowly over my stomach. My breath stopped for a moment when, with his lips still pressed against mine, Will pulled the  waistband of my warmups away from my hips. It was happening. It was really happening, Will was going to touch my cock. Was I shaking?

“I’m sorry if I shoot immediately,” I breathed when his mouth left mine to start on my neck. “I’m really turned on.”

Will leaned back to look me in the eyes. “Really?”

“Are you kidding? Yes, really.”

He seemed relieved, which was so cute that I kissed him again. This time Will opened his lips, and suddenly our tongues were touching, and holy fucking shit he was really touching my hardon with, like, his bare hand.

“Whoa,” I breathed.

Will pulled back to look at me. “Is that okay?”

I grinned. “Fucking amazing, dude. C’mere.” I slung my arm around his shoulder to pull him into me.

Will sneaked his free arm around my waist, leaning farther onto me in the process. I giggled a little when his fingertips brushed my ribs, but in this position, with his leg over mine, it kind of felt like he was pinning me down. There was room to get loose, but the adrenaline coursing through me made my stomach feel tingly in a new way. I liked it.

Tongue snaking deeper into my mouth, Will stroked me urgently. Before I could tell him it was starting to burn a little, he pulled his hand out of my shorts to spit on his palm, only to go right back to jacking me off. Fuck, that was hot.

“Keep it up; I’m gonna come,” I panted.

Will made an encouraging sound, and let me breathe a little while he kissed my neck. One big gasp of air and I was coming on both of us, clinging to Will and the couch and my balls emptied.

Instinctively I pulled Will down to lay on the couch with me. Like, if I didn’t cuddle him he’d try to run away again. I could reach the shirt I’d flung away earlier, and Will let me use it to wipe us both. We settled with Will’s head on my sweaty shoulder, and I tried to think of something to say.

“Did you, uh…get your Physics homework done?” I asked.

Will could have laughed and gone with it, but instead he said quietly, “I feel kinda weird.”

“Why?”

“Did you want to—” his eyes flicked up to meet mine, then he glanced away. “I didn’t expect it, is all.”

It’s not all, obviously, but I didn’t really want to explore what he was getting at in case it meant we couldn’t be friends anymore. “I’m okay if you’re okay,” I said.

Will smiled a little bit. “I’m definitely okay.”

“Good and…thank you? I guess?”

Now Will did chuckle, and pushed himself upwards. “Yeah, no problem,” he replied with a smile. “I gotta go home.”

He wasn’t making an excuse; any longer and his parents would be calling my parents to get their good boy home for the evening. Will helped me open the windows and he ducked into the hall bath to clean up a little. I, like, couldn’t stop smiling. I don’t know; it wasn’t like I’d planned anything to happen, but now that we’d fooled around and had fun then maybe we could do it again.

“I’m gonna head out,” Will informed me, leaning around the doorframe to nod at me. “I can’t come over until after prom, so—”

“Are you serious?” I whined. “That’s so far away!”

“It’s next week,” Will corrected me. “Aren’t you busy, too? That’s why they moved prom. So that it would happen after the games and meets and stuff but before tournaments.”

Just because he was right didn’t mean I had to be mature about it. “You mean I gotta jack myself off now?” I whined.

Will froze.

“Sorry, was that too soon? Or too much?” I tried to backtrack, panicking a little. “Not cool?”

My friend shook his head. “Nah, you’re good. I just didn’t think…” A grin cracked his serious expression and his ears turned pink. “Can’t believe we did that.”

Afraid I’d put my foot in my mouth again, I just grinned back. Will watched me find my crusty shirt—I was going to have to do my own laundry this week—and approach him. This time when I kissed him Will’s hand drifted up to rest at my hip, holding me in place. It was soft, sweet, with just a teeny tiny bit of tongue.

“We’re still cool, right?” I half-whispered when Will pulled back.

He nodded. “Can we put a pin in this until after prom?”

“That’s still too long,” I grumbled.

This time it was Will who gave me a little peck on the lips. “You’ll be okay.”

He ended up being right. I was okay, better than okay, for the next several days. It felt like this new, exciting, kinda scary, very sexy unnamed thing had burst into my life and I was just trying to get a handle on it. Could we still interact like normal at school? Yes, it turned out. Did I try to get something starting with Will in the back of the library one time? Yes, but I failed because Will was too worried about getting caught. Did he sneakily kiss the back of my neck on his way out of the locker room one time when I was running behind? Also yes, and he had the cheekiest grin on his face I’d ever seen as he bounded out the door behind the other baseball players. I don’t think anyone saw him, which made me look a little crazy when I yelped in surprise.

“You’ve been in high spirits lately,” Mom commented one night. “You got a girlfriend?”

“Nope!” I replied cheerfully.

Dad narrowed his eyes at me with a knowing smile. “Got a boyfriend?”

“I dunno. Maybe,” I said, feeling my face heat up.

Mom whirled on me. “Really, Dec? That’s so exciting! Is it Will?”

“I said maybe!”

“You’re being safe, right?” Dad gave me his concerned face. “I mean, the internet might be a better resource than your mom and I—"

“Well…” Mom gave him a look. 

“Oh, my god! We’re not doing anything!” Did I just learn that my parents knew about butt stuff?

“When the time comes, just know that we’re a nonjudgmental resource,” Dad finished.

“No offense, but I’m going to be sick.”