(1/?) Just Between Friends
Title: Just Between Friends
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Niff, Nick/Jeff, Jeff/Nick
Summary: There were only two rules. Number one: Don't tell a soul. Number two: Don't fall in love. NIFF. SLASH. RATED-M. ROMANCE/ANGST. MULTI-CHAPTERED FIC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Nick Duval or Jeff Sterling. I wish I could own Riker Lynch and Curt Mega but I'm not sure they or their families would like that very much.
Writers: mcprobious and forgottenfirst.
IMPORTANT NOTE TO THE READERS: This fanfic is written by myself and my wifey, forgottenfirst . The way we are writing this is that every two chapters is the same chapter but written from the two characters' points of view. We decided that it would be an interesting spin on things if readers get to see the events that take place from two points of view, from two different characters telling their take on the happenings. I do hope that makes sense. I know this has been done before and it worked out perfectly, so I do hope that it works for you readers as well.
Also, I must note that every Nick chapter is written by me and every Jeff chapter is written by forgottenfirst. Every update will come with two chapters because they are kind of a combo, two-for-one sort of deal. All you readers had better feel special.
Reviews would be amazing because we would love feedback on how much you love this/hate this/fill in the blank this. It will be our fuel towards writing on. I mean, we will continue it regardless, but who would ever say no to a little love? Not us. So yes. Reviews = love.
Now, without further ado, I give you the first chapter of Just Between Friends.
Dedicated to my wifey, the Jeff to my Nick, literally. In fact, here is the proof.
CHAPTER ONE: NICK
It has been like this for as long as I can remember. Jeff and I have lived in Westerville all our lives and we went to the same school, Emerson Magnet. It sounds pretentious, I know, but most of the schools are magnet or private around here, so it was more odd to meet someone who attended the one public school located in town. We were placed in the same class and when we walked into class the very first day, name cards were placed on the desk indicating were we would sit for the rest of the year. As fate had it, or due to our last names being so close in the alphabet, Jeff and I were seated side by side. We just looked at each other and it's like we knew that we would one day be really great friends.
Corny, right? Well, it turned out that we lived a block away from one another and so we were constantly together. In fact, our mothers constantly commented that it would take a really major force to tear us apart. Well, I don't know about all that, but yeah, it's safe to say that Jeff and I were pretty close. Still are, but things have grown more... complicated.
I don't mean to be so obscure, but it's not really something that I've ever really needed to sit down and think about until now. It just was, you know? No? Well, let me just get it all down, then maybe you will understand. Then again, maybe not, because I'm not all together certain I fully understand it myself.
It started with a rule. No, no- that's not right. It started before the rule. It was near the end of our freshman year at Dalton-where we had both been accepted-and we had just finished the end of the year exams. We were up late in the dorms with the other boys and the halls were so loud with exuberance that I was surprised our Dorm Dad hadn't come in screeching to bring the building down around our ears. I suppose it is most likely due to the fact that he is probably nearing ninety seven or eight and cannot hear as well as he used to but the fact remains, the dorm was jumping. Jeff was drunk and at least ninety percent of the noise was his doing. The older boys had gotten alcohol from somewhere and mixed it in with the punch. I myself had gotten pleasantly buzzed. Perhaps a little farther gone than even that.
All I know is that suddenly the noise and the movement and the excessive smell of boy was getting on my nerves. That's the problem with alcohol when it comes to me. Jeff is the fun, loud, take over the world kind of drunk. Me. I'm the quiet, welcoming, warm, and pretty serious becomes even more quiet, not-so-welcoming, thoroughly annoyed kind of drunk. Not that I was drunk. There was, however, one more problem that alcohol causes me: I become very, very horny. It didn't even matter that I was in a room full of other boys. Not a girl in site, and I was sporting an unrelenting, aching, throbbing boner. And, man, it sucked.
It really didn't help that every time I got up to go back to the room I shared with Jeff so that I could take care of it and then go to bed Jeff was right there with another shot or glass of spiked punch or something completely asinine like that. Finally I had to hold him by the face and speak slowly to him that I was done and that I was going to bed and that I would see him when the world ended or in the morning, which ever came first. The way that bunch was carrying on, I had bet on the latter. Jeff only grinned in that goofy way that even us guys could call cute and I only rolled my eyes, grinning back. I really couldn't help it. He is such an idiot but you can't help but love him for it.
Anyway, I headed up stairs to our room and had closed the door, stripping down to my boxers before jumping onto my bed. I didn't bother getting under the covers because I was sure that I would be done long before Jeff stumbled up to bed, if he even made it that far. I reached into my boxers, closing my hand around my aching cock and hissing as I closed my eyes, my head tilting back onto the pillow. It felt so good to finally touch myself. I was lost in the pure ecstasy of my hand stroking my leaking member, which I had by this time tugged out of my shorts, when the door swung open. My eyes didn't even open until I heard his voice whispering that oooh, Nick was jacking off and the snicker that followed. I opened my eyes to glare murderously at my best friend but when my gaze met his, I saw something there. A curiosity as well as instantaneous desire. He stumbled over to my bed and reached out without so much as asking permission but somehow, in my drunken haze (okay, so maybe I was drunk), I really didn't care. I rose slightly, holding myself up on my elbows. He stroked me, gently-too gently-at first but I guided him with my hand until he reached a pace that did wonders for me. If that wasn't enough, he looked at me, a huge smirk on his face before he bent his head over my cock and took me into his mouth. I came not long after, all over his hand and my chest.
We went to bed after that and the next morning neither of us said anything. That night, however, I walked in to find Jeff naked on his bed, his cock hard in his hand. His hazel eyes glinting and that stupid grin on his rather adorable face. He laughed as he explained that it was his turn and I opened my mouth to refuse but my refusal was swallowed as he stuck out his lower lip. I groaned but moved to his bed. Awkwardly, I closed my hand around him, stroking him as I liked to be stroked. He did the same as I had the night before, guiding my hand with his own until I matched the path and speed he liked. He leaned back against the headboard, putting his arms behind his head. His eyes locked with mine and his grin got bigger and I knew what he wanted, With a deep breath, I leaned down and took his head into my mouth. It didn't taste horrible exactly but it wasn't cookies and cream ice cream either and I closed my mouth tighter around him as I'd seen girls do in the porn I'd watched every so often. Sliding my mouth down, taking as much into my mouth just to see how much I could take, I heard a sharp gasp followed by a guttural moan. A shiver ran down my spine and my cock throbbed indignantly. Glancing up, I drank in the sight of Jeff watching me get him off with my mouth and looking completely enraptured. It was that moment that I knew I wanted to do everything within my power to keep him making those noises.
It wasn't long before he came, thankfully over himself and my hand, and not in my mouth. I have come to learn that cum does not taste good in any sense of the word. After he cleaned up and I took care of myself, we had a little talk. It was decided that we would do this. We would be fuck buddies, although at the time we didn't plan on actually fucking but somewhere along the line we got there. Not that I'm complaining. There was to be just two rules. The first was obvious: it was to stay between the two of us. The second was the most important: we weren't to ever fall in love with the other. That had been Jeff's and I still suspect he'd been joking when he made it up and we had both laughed about it, pretty damn sure that we didn't have anything to worry about. We still were straight after all and this was just a pact to get us through our years at an all-boys boarding school. It meant nothing.
As I had said before. It started with a rule. One simple, specific and very ironic rule. Where is the irony? Well, one of us has broken the rule, and that would be me. I fell in love with my best friend.