Best friends but more than that – part 1

I waited until I heard him finish up with his date and go back into his room before I got up to go take a shower, washing away the evidence. I came back into my room and laid down, falling asleep pretty quickly, with dreams of Dylan dominating me in my head all night.

The next evening was the party. I was looking forward to it, mostly because Dylan was coming with me. I dressed nicely, like I usually do for Laila’s parties, in nice jeans and a button up shirt. I came out of my room to see Dylan standing in the kitchen wearing black slacks and a purple sweater that seemed to hug his muscles. Part of me thought of just ripping his clothes off right there, but instead I asked if he was ready to go and we went out to my car to drive to Laila’s house.

It was a small gathering this time, only about eight of us there total. Laila had told me that she wanted to kind of go wild with the games so she wanted it to be smaller. When we came into the house, we immediately went over to make ourselves some drinks before joining the others in the living room where the food was spread out and they were sitting around talking.

“Oh good, you did manage to talk Toby into joining us rather than getting his dick wet,” Laila said with a laugh.

“Oh ha ha,” Dylan said flatly. “You all would have been fine if I had missed it.”

Summer, one of our friends, gave me a look but didn’t say anything. I had confided in a couple of our friends, like her and Mason, about my feelings, but they had told me that it needed to be something I talked to Dylan about rather than them running interference for me. She knew that if Dylan hadn’t agreed to come, I probably would have stayed home and read.

“Now that everyone is here,” Laila said, looking around the group, “why don’t we play a game?”

“Truth or dare!” Mason called out.

Laila grinned. “Perfect! Okay, it’s my party, so I’ll go first! Luis, truth or dare?”

No matter what way this went, it was trouble for me, so I decided to start off slow. “Truth.”

“Oooh,” Laila said, thinking over her options for a moment. “So, you’re such a man slut, is there anyone out there you want to actually date date and possibly settle down with?”

I forced myself not to look at Dylan, but I could feel his eyes on me. “There is someone, yes, but I haven’t talked to them about that.”

Some of my friends made some jobs about that, and then we moved on. We played a few rounds before it came around to Summer, and she looked at Dylan with a grin.

“Alright Dylan,” she said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Dylan replied with a smile.

“I dare you to kiss the person of your deepest desires,” Summer said, her grin wide and bright.

I looked at Dylan then, watching the way his face changed to one of slight panic and then quickly to a look that he used when he was trying to mask his emotions. Everyone here knew who that meant, and I could see what Summer was trying to do. This was kind of a line that Dylan had never crossed before because it would get complicated fast, so I was expecting him to tell her to fuck off and have to drink an entire glass of whiskey instead, our own house rules, but instead he got up and came over and knelt down next to me.

He seemed to be working up his nerve, and then he moved so that he could straddle my legs, and he grabbed my face with his smooth hands. He looked me in the eyes and then brought his lips to mine. His lips were soft and warm, as he kissed me sweetly and gently. It started out very shy and hesitant, but I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer and he deepened the kiss.

Everyone was whooping and cheering for Dylan, but I was busy noticing that as we kissed, he ended up pressing his erection, which was getting harder between our bodies, against me. We came out of the kiss breathing hard, and then he smiled and got up and went back to his seat.

My head was spinning now. I wanted more. I wanted to feel his stubble on my face again, and down my neck. I reigned in those feelings though to try and focus on the game, taking a big gulp of my drink to calm down.

The game was starting to get far raunchier now. We watched and cheered her on as Elissa gave Garrett head, dared people to send nudes to others (mostly ones they knew would appreciate it), did silly boudoir like photos, and even had one of our friends set up an OnlyFans.

This was the kind of thing we did while we drank, smoked weed, and hung out together. Nothing was really off limits for us.

“Truth or dare, Luis?” Garrett asked me.

“Dare,” I said, feeling bolder.

“Alright, I dare you to send your crush a ton of eggplant emojis,” Garrett told me with a grin.

I had a choice here to make. I could drink down an entire glass of whiskey to avoid this one, or I could lie. The only people who knew who it was were Summer and Mason, and I didn’t think they would out me on that, but I also hated liars. I nodded at Garrett and pulled out my phone, running through my list of people before bringing up Dylan’ name. No one else could see my phone, so I sat on the contact for a moment before opening up my texts between us. Mostly it was things about the house and parties and such, but sometimes we would just chat about life and how things were going.

I typed in five of them and then held my breath before sending them off. Summer looked over my shoulder, and then gave a nod to everyone that I had done it.

“We’re gonna finally see you in a real relationship!” Laila said with a laugh.

“Nah, they might just ignore it,” I said quietly.

We mostly ignored our phones during these games, but I saw that Dylan had felt his phone buzz, and he quietly brought it out of his pants to look at it. His eyes went wide for a moment and then he looked at me in surprise. I gave him a shy smile and then took a long, slow sip of my drink. Dylan put his phone back in his pocket, his face thoughtful for a moment.

We didn’t talk though, just kept playing the game and drinking. By the time we were done playing, it was around three in the morning. Dylan was the sober one, having drank far less than everyone else, so he was the one to drive us home. I sat in the passenger seat of the car, looking out ahead at the dark road, while Dylan silently drove on. We didn’t really speak until we got into the apartment again, and he stopped at the door after he had closed and locked it.

“Was that text just messing with me, or are you serious?” Dylan asked.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” I told him quietly. “I should have just taken the drink rather than bothered you with it though. I’m sorry. Just forget you ever got it.”

“I can’t,” Dylan said, and he turned his dark eyes onto me. They looked darker than normal, eyes filled with desire, almost black. “You can’t just make a confession like that and then expect that I can just forget about it when you tell me to.”

“I also can’t expect you to act on it because we’ve both been scared to ruin our friendship,” I told him.

That made that hungry look on his face go away and he looked away from me. “How long? How long have you been considering this?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. A while. Seriously for at least a year, maybe before that though. I would sometimes hear you having sex, and wanting you, jerking off to your voice, to your moans. I knew I wanted you sexually before I realized I was falling for you.”

“You’re right,” Dylan finally said after what felt like an eternity of silence. “I need time to think. We’ll talk later.”

I watched as he left to go to his room and heard the door close and lock. I leaned back against the wall, letting my head fall back. It felt like I had ruined everything and I didn’t know how to fix it. I had daydreams about us getting married one day, having kids, loving each other forever, but right now my chest felt like it might explode from the pain of thinking I might have been dumb enough to lose my best friend forever.