(2/?) 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: Don't own Jeff or Nick. They're property of Ryan Murphy, Fox and the other wonderful people who own Glee. I'm just playing with them because it's so much fun.
Writers: mcprobious and forgottenfirst.
For my adorable and fantastic wife, mcprobious. Without her, I'd still be determined not to post my fiction. (by the way, my name is forgottenfirst.)
CHAPTER TWO: JEFF
So here's the thing. Nick and I have lived in Westerville our WHOLE lives. Like literally born in the Westerville Memorial Hospital and raised down the road from each other. It was only natural that we'd end up at the same school, Emerson Magnet. Sounds snotty, huh? I guess it's alright since we're what you could call rich and we kind of lived in a rich town and well, most of our schools were private and magnet and so, yeah.
Nick and Me were fate or something. Maybe that's drastic or silly but it was like, the first day of school, we got put next to each other, and after one look, we just knew. We were supposed to be best friends.
From that day on, we spent all our time together. In fact, if you found one of us without the other, most people would be shocked. Our moms always said we were attached at the hip and it would take a LOT to get us separated. It's always been that way. Still is, sort of. Things are a little different now.
It started... Freshman year, I think. Well, at the end of it. Maybe before then, but the two of us never really realized until then. And then there were rules. I've heard it argued that rules were meant to be broken and I've always been one to bend them but these rules? They were put into place to keep bad things from happening, to keep our friendship whole and intact.
We had started Dalton the year before and been rooming together, which had been a blessing. We needed to be near each other and it kept us from having to go through all the awkwardness of new roommates. We practically lived with each other anyway. But then that night happened…
The night after final exams is everyone's celebration night, whether you passed those exams or not. And there was alcohol involved, of course there was. Once again, rich kids.
All the boys were being loud and goofing off and generally having a good time. I might have been a bit drunk… well… a lot drunk. I don't handle liquor well. And from videos I've seen, I'm pretty loud and sometimes half naked and always surrounded by people. You could say I was the life of the party. I wouldn't disagree. But Nick? Nick didn't really live on the edge. He wasn't a prude but he wasn't loud and he didn't like doing things he might regret the next morning. So I usually had to help him relax and the best way to do that is keep him drinking.
Whenever his cup was empty, I filled it. The only problem is that he gets kind of grouchy when he's had too much to drink and he kept trying to leave. I really just wanted to hang out with my best friend and celebrate that we didn't have to sit in those stuffy classes anymore this year. And he seemed to want nothing more than to sleep off whatever issue it seemed he had.
Nick kept fidgeting and staring at the antics around him like he'd just as soon blow them all up as breathe. That was NOT a good idea considering we really didn't need another columbine incident. I kept bugging him to smile or just have a good time but he just kept glaring. The last time I caught him trying to sneak out and had to try to convince him to just sit and enjoy the party, he grabbed my face between both hands and made me focus on him. He said he was through and headed back to the room and then something about the end of the world which made my drunk mind drift to zombies and the likelihood of surviving the apocalypse. When I clicked back to reality, Nick was nowhere to be seen.
I loudly asked a couple random guys if they'd seen him and gotten negative replies before I remembered the first part of what he'd said before he took off.
I stumbled up to our room and frowned. I hadn't realized how drunk I was until then. I pushed the door open and stared for a minute before giggling and trying not to snort.
"Oooh, Nick's jacking off." I couldn't help it. Somewhere between drink 5 and 6 alcohol had caused me lose my filter. It also might be why I couldn't stop staring or why I suddenly wanted very badly to help him with his not quite so small problem.
His eyes met mine and I felt a pull. I don't think any kind of agreement was made or anything but I wanted it. I wanted to do this for him. And so I did.
I stumbled over to his bed and reached out. Kneeling, I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled, gently. It was apparently not what he liked because he sat up on his elbows where he could watch and wrapped one hand around mine, guiding me. Not sure if the alcohol had just gotten to me or if I was really, really gay but it was so hot doing it that way, him showing me what he liked. I gripped harder and set a pace that had him gasping and bucking into my hand.
All I could think about was how I could make those noises louder and then I smirked. He'd like this and honestly I was curious. I leaned over and pulled him into my mouth, lapping at the head and humming around him when he groaned. It didn't take long after that for him to come, luckily after I had pulled off so I didn't have to taste. I was not exactly up for that. A few minutes later, he was passing out in post-orgasm haze and I climbed into my bed, fully clothed and slept off my drunkenness.
The next morning, my head hurt too badly to care what had happened the night before and so I didn't approach the elephant in the room. However, after some aspirin, coffee and breakfast, I was much clearer and all I could think about was what had happened between us.
So badly, that I kept having to fight a hard on. By nightfall, I was determined to get Nick to return the favor and hurried straight to our room. I debated the best way to make this happen and decided that the situation I found myself in worked pretty well.
I quickly stripped down and stretched out on my bed, giving myself a couple of strokes to get ready. I let my mind drift to what he'd do and found myself completely hard in just a few seconds. I wasn't even drunk this time. Did that mean I was gay? I couldn't be gay…
The door opened a few seconds later and I grinned up at the boy. I gave a chuckle and explained.
"You kinda owe me, dude. My turn." I winked. When he frowned and opened his mouth and I just knew he'd say no, I stuck out my lip in a pout. Nick groaned awkwardly and made his way to the bed. The actions were similar to the night before, only with him gripping to hard and me frowning before reaching down and helping him set a familiar pace. I sighed and leaned back against the headboard, placing my hands behind my head in relaxation. After a couple of strokes, I thought about how I'd gone down on him and glanced down to meet his eyes. I grinned and Nick took a deep breath before leaning down to take me in his mouth. It had to have been the single most amazing thing I'd ever felt.
When he slid down and sucked a little, I couldn't hold back my gasp. And then his nose brushed against my pelvis and I moaned. How was taking that much in? I couldn't do it the night before.
I watched every move he made, so completely turned on by my best friend's mouth and actions. He was bringing me ever closer to coming. When Nick gave a shiver , I didn't even bother to hold back my moan. I was coming a few minutes later. He pulled off right before, just like I had, and I spilt over his hand and my own stomach. I was slightly disappointed that it hadn't reached any higher… like his face. I gave a shiver and got up to clean myself up.
We talked after that and I urged him to let us do this again. I mean, if we're going to be spending all our time at an all boys school, we would need to get off somehow. At first it was fine. Just a couple friends sucking each other off occasionally. Somewhere along the way we started getting a little more into it and then we actually fucked. It was… like nothing I'd ever felt. So much better than the blow job. But if we were going down this road, playing with fire as it were, we needed those rules. There were only two, 1. No one knows. Not anything hard. If we told people, there'd be so much criticism. It was easier to just keep a secret. And 2. Don't fall in love with each other. That'd been my idea, and while I'd put on an expression of mock seriousness and then giggled hysterically after I said it, I was deadly serious. I could NOT be gay and I could NOT fall in love with my best friend. This was just a means to an end.
It was only two rules. You'd think I could have kept them. But this whole thing started when I broke one of those rules. I fell in love with my best friend.
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: Don't own Jeff or Nick. They're property of Ryan Murphy, Fox and the other wonderful people who own Glee. I'm just playing with them because it's so much fun.
Writers: mcprobious and forgottenfirst.
For my adorable and fantastic wife, mcprobious. Without her, I'd still be determined not to post my fiction. (by the way, my name is forgottenfirst.)
CHAPTER TWO: JEFF
So here's the thing. Nick and I have lived in Westerville our WHOLE lives. Like literally born in the Westerville Memorial Hospital and raised down the road from each other. It was only natural that we'd end up at the same school, Emerson Magnet. Sounds snotty, huh? I guess it's alright since we're what you could call rich and we kind of lived in a rich town and well, most of our schools were private and magnet and so, yeah.
Nick and Me were fate or something. Maybe that's drastic or silly but it was like, the first day of school, we got put next to each other, and after one look, we just knew. We were supposed to be best friends.
From that day on, we spent all our time together. In fact, if you found one of us without the other, most people would be shocked. Our moms always said we were attached at the hip and it would take a LOT to get us separated. It's always been that way. Still is, sort of. Things are a little different now.
It started... Freshman year, I think. Well, at the end of it. Maybe before then, but the two of us never really realized until then. And then there were rules. I've heard it argued that rules were meant to be broken and I've always been one to bend them but these rules? They were put into place to keep bad things from happening, to keep our friendship whole and intact.
We had started Dalton the year before and been rooming together, which had been a blessing. We needed to be near each other and it kept us from having to go through all the awkwardness of new roommates. We practically lived with each other anyway. But then that night happened…
The night after final exams is everyone's celebration night, whether you passed those exams or not. And there was alcohol involved, of course there was. Once again, rich kids.
All the boys were being loud and goofing off and generally having a good time. I might have been a bit drunk… well… a lot drunk. I don't handle liquor well. And from videos I've seen, I'm pretty loud and sometimes half naked and always surrounded by people. You could say I was the life of the party. I wouldn't disagree. But Nick? Nick didn't really live on the edge. He wasn't a prude but he wasn't loud and he didn't like doing things he might regret the next morning. So I usually had to help him relax and the best way to do that is keep him drinking.
Whenever his cup was empty, I filled it. The only problem is that he gets kind of grouchy when he's had too much to drink and he kept trying to leave. I really just wanted to hang out with my best friend and celebrate that we didn't have to sit in those stuffy classes anymore this year. And he seemed to want nothing more than to sleep off whatever issue it seemed he had.
Nick kept fidgeting and staring at the antics around him like he'd just as soon blow them all up as breathe. That was NOT a good idea considering we really didn't need another columbine incident. I kept bugging him to smile or just have a good time but he just kept glaring. The last time I caught him trying to sneak out and had to try to convince him to just sit and enjoy the party, he grabbed my face between both hands and made me focus on him. He said he was through and headed back to the room and then something about the end of the world which made my drunk mind drift to zombies and the likelihood of surviving the apocalypse. When I clicked back to reality, Nick was nowhere to be seen.
I loudly asked a couple random guys if they'd seen him and gotten negative replies before I remembered the first part of what he'd said before he took off.
I stumbled up to our room and frowned. I hadn't realized how drunk I was until then. I pushed the door open and stared for a minute before giggling and trying not to snort.
"Oooh, Nick's jacking off." I couldn't help it. Somewhere between drink 5 and 6 alcohol had caused me lose my filter. It also might be why I couldn't stop staring or why I suddenly wanted very badly to help him with his not quite so small problem.
His eyes met mine and I felt a pull. I don't think any kind of agreement was made or anything but I wanted it. I wanted to do this for him. And so I did.
I stumbled over to his bed and reached out. Kneeling, I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled, gently. It was apparently not what he liked because he sat up on his elbows where he could watch and wrapped one hand around mine, guiding me. Not sure if the alcohol had just gotten to me or if I was really, really gay but it was so hot doing it that way, him showing me what he liked. I gripped harder and set a pace that had him gasping and bucking into my hand.
All I could think about was how I could make those noises louder and then I smirked. He'd like this and honestly I was curious. I leaned over and pulled him into my mouth, lapping at the head and humming around him when he groaned. It didn't take long after that for him to come, luckily after I had pulled off so I didn't have to taste. I was not exactly up for that. A few minutes later, he was passing out in post-orgasm haze and I climbed into my bed, fully clothed and slept off my drunkenness.
The next morning, my head hurt too badly to care what had happened the night before and so I didn't approach the elephant in the room. However, after some aspirin, coffee and breakfast, I was much clearer and all I could think about was what had happened between us.
So badly, that I kept having to fight a hard on. By nightfall, I was determined to get Nick to return the favor and hurried straight to our room. I debated the best way to make this happen and decided that the situation I found myself in worked pretty well.
I quickly stripped down and stretched out on my bed, giving myself a couple of strokes to get ready. I let my mind drift to what he'd do and found myself completely hard in just a few seconds. I wasn't even drunk this time. Did that mean I was gay? I couldn't be gay…
The door opened a few seconds later and I grinned up at the boy. I gave a chuckle and explained.
"You kinda owe me, dude. My turn." I winked. When he frowned and opened his mouth and I just knew he'd say no, I stuck out my lip in a pout. Nick groaned awkwardly and made his way to the bed. The actions were similar to the night before, only with him gripping to hard and me frowning before reaching down and helping him set a familiar pace. I sighed and leaned back against the headboard, placing my hands behind my head in relaxation. After a couple of strokes, I thought about how I'd gone down on him and glanced down to meet his eyes. I grinned and Nick took a deep breath before leaning down to take me in his mouth. It had to have been the single most amazing thing I'd ever felt.
When he slid down and sucked a little, I couldn't hold back my gasp. And then his nose brushed against my pelvis and I moaned. How was taking that much in? I couldn't do it the night before.
I watched every move he made, so completely turned on by my best friend's mouth and actions. He was bringing me ever closer to coming. When Nick gave a shiver , I didn't even bother to hold back my moan. I was coming a few minutes later. He pulled off right before, just like I had, and I spilt over his hand and my own stomach. I was slightly disappointed that it hadn't reached any higher… like his face. I gave a shiver and got up to clean myself up.
We talked after that and I urged him to let us do this again. I mean, if we're going to be spending all our time at an all boys school, we would need to get off somehow. At first it was fine. Just a couple friends sucking each other off occasionally. Somewhere along the way we started getting a little more into it and then we actually fucked. It was… like nothing I'd ever felt. So much better than the blow job. But if we were going down this road, playing with fire as it were, we needed those rules. There were only two, 1. No one knows. Not anything hard. If we told people, there'd be so much criticism. It was easier to just keep a secret. And 2. Don't fall in love with each other. That'd been my idea, and while I'd put on an expression of mock seriousness and then giggled hysterically after I said it, I was deadly serious. I could NOT be gay and I could NOT fall in love with my best friend. This was just a means to an end.
It was only two rules. You'd think I could have kept them. But this whole thing started when I broke one of those rules. I fell in love with my best friend.