Collision

*** Chapter 4

“I bet you 100 they’re going to have sex again this weekend.”
Gary makes a disgusted sound at the back of his throat.
“Jesus,” Adam says, eyeing their best friend, Riley, the third point of their bestie triangle, “It wouldn’t be really bad, to be very honest. But I am honestly missing some girl booty now.”

And Adam is not lying. He thoroughly enjoyed his two sessions with dimpled cheeks. So much so, that he is really not averse to the idea of fooling around with the guy again. Brandon is like walking sex and Adam finds that very enthralling for his junior buddy below the belt. But Adam is straight, or has a selective preference for girls and its only so long he can go before he wants to tap some curvy ass. Although dimpled cheek’s ass wasn’t that bad from what he remembers. Firm muscles, smooth, it is even slightly supple from what Adam can recall. But a girl booty is a girl booty, no arguments. Doesn’t matter if that girl lacks the ability to turn on Adam like dimpled cheeks does; he needs to feel some boobs every now and then.

But Riley, far more open minded about this than Gary, is overtly confident in Adam’s horniness than anything else.
“Well, good luck with that.” Riley replies, “From what you’re telling, Trisha doesn’t seem the type to get laid on the first date. She sounds kind of like those third base type girls from what Brandon said.”
“Exactly.” Adam points out, “From what Brandon said. But I tell you, that girl was coming onto me!”

Gary makes another disgruntled noise at the back of his throat, “Of course Brandon would say that she is the hard-to-get type. He wants you to think that! But you go and fuck that girl’s brain out, you hear me?”
“Seriously, Gary. You need to get laid.” Riley comments offhandedly.

Adam chuckles, “You should have Brandon suck you off. God…his mouth is amazing.”
“If I weren’t such a ‘family man’,” Riley says with respect to his loveable girlfriend of three years, “I would totally take up on that offer.” He ends wistfully.
Gary, only having one reaction, makes another choking sound at the back of his throat.

Gary doesn’t blame himself. He always knew Adam is one of those guys who goes through girls like people go through their underwear. But that was it. He expects Adam to have a different girl on his arm every week, to enjoy the thrill of being a free, single man. He never expected Adam to be a highly sexual guy. Not enough sexual to resort to the lifestyle of promiscuous homosexuals at least. Many call Gary a homophobic, but he is not. He is merely against man to man pointless sex.
But he is totally comfortable with man to woman pointless sex. A thing Adam can’t help but keep questioning over Gary’s claim to be non-homophobic.

“Not man to woman pointless sex.” Gary will say, “Man to woman pointless dating. That is what I am comfortable with.”
“Please get laid, Gary.”

That’s usually what he gets in response. And he doesn’t mind it, not one bit, till this one day when everything around him seems to land on the topic of that flaming man to man having sex god, Brandon. He doesn’t hate the guy, nope. He hates his severe explicit activities that have now become the highlights of one of his best friend’s life. But he cannot continue to express his distaste, because really, he is no homophobic. So he just merely grunts. From the back of his throat.

Adam is no fool. He is very much aware that Gary is homophobic, irrespective of him claiming to be not. But they’re best friends. If he doesn’t poke fun at Gary’s discomfort over him being with a guy, then really, shame on him being a best friend.
And so, Adam has no inhibitions whenever he talks about Brandon. A good thing too, because recently that’s all Adam is able to think about. He tries to think of that hotty, Trisha but even her topic manages to steer his thoughts towards dimpled cheeks. He begins to discuss how hot Trisha’s buns are and ends up discussing how great a cock sucker dimpled cheeks is. He talks of Brandon like he talks of those several girls that he objectifies. With only Gary making noises at the back of his throat, Adam more often than not ends up discussing Brandon than Trisha.

Adam is glad for that. Because come the weekend, he feels enough relaxed, enough in his element after having taken out his frustrations or thoughts or whatever about Brandon. He needed his heart poured out before he sees dimpled cheeks again and even though it was majorly through talking of Brandon as if he was a booty call, Adam feels at peace.
“You look great.” Is the first thing Brandon says to Adam when they meet up at the local diner they had decided as their spot for the date.

That single compliment trashes all of Adam’s confidence because not only dimpled cheeks is looking much better than Adam, but also because that simple sentence gives gravity to the actual situation that Adam is in. Brandon is not the booty call here. Adam is. And the reality feels like a slap to Adam.
It shamefully turns him on too.

Even with his cheeks tinting pink, Adam manages to be in his coquettish stance with Trisha, charming the hotty and being highly suggestive to her through the night. It’s during their appetizer when Adam feels a firm leg entwining with his own beneath the table. Adam’s eyes flicker towards Brandon who looks absolutely engrossed in lustfully starting at his date’s breasts. Adam doesn’t even remember her name, Ely or Eleein something. But with her low cut blouse and overtly suggestive behavior has Adam convinced that Brandon has found his match.

Adam hates the bitch.

So he tries to forget about the manly leg rubbing against his beneath their table and decides to focus on Trisha. But he cannot see anything that he already hasn’t seen. Trisha is a teaser, a simple category of girls who like to make men suffer and beg for their body. Adam has forgotten how many times he has turned teasing girls into willing girls beneath the sheets; he is just that good; but this time the chase holds a very dull candle.
It may be because Adam is utterly sure that Brandon will be getting laid tonight with his date but Adam may not be that lucky. Or it just may have to do with that firm leg rubbing his beneath the table all night.

After dinner, the four of them decide to hit some club before retiring for the night, a thing all of them quickly agree to. The girls decide to hit the restroom before they leave the diner and so, leaving the boys behind on their own, they go to the washroom to retouch their makeup.
“Gosh, I am horny.” Brandon says as soon as they’re alone.

Adam, getting painfully accustomed to Brandon sudden sexual outbursts, simply nods. He doesn’t even choke on the water he is drinking. Just merely looks around to ensure nobody has heard them.
“Well, you have nothing to worry about.” Adam replies, leaning back. “From the looks of it, you’ll be definitely getting laid tonight.”
“I know, right? Did you see her boobs? I’ll make sure to tit fuck her.”
“Oh yeah, she is going to enjoy your dick, alright.”
“Oh, I can already tell she is a bouncer. The sight of her boobs dancing as she rides me is fucking hot.”
“Jesus,” Adam chuckles harshly, pressing his thighs together. He’ll be lying if he said Brandon’s dirty talking isn’t turning him on. The movement of his legs alerts Brandon who still has his own leg wrapped all around Adam’s. He simple smirks, his dimple going deeper and deeper till Adam feels it would dig a hole right through his cheeks.

Brandon cocks his head sideways curiously as he watches Adam, the dimple permanent on his cheek, “You’re probably not going to get some action tonight.”
“Probably.” Adam admits.
“Shame. Trisha is going to miss on some very, very awesome cock.”
“So are you.”

“Not if you keep on giving me your ‘fuck-me-till-i-cum’ look.”
“I didn’t know I had that particular look.”

“Oh, you do. When you lower your eye lids just a bit and peer through your lashes, your cheeks flushing pink and then you let out that husky chuckle with your cheek bones standing out like that of an Adonis. Oh yes, you know that you have that look.”
Adam chuckles again, his face going red. He leans back casually and eyes Brandon. The latter continues to gawk at him amusedly. Suggestively.

The girls decide to return at that point, saving Adam from the burden of replying. But there is actually no need of words. The way the both of them are looking at each other, they both know that none of the girls is getting any cock. Not from them at least.
“Plan’s changed.” Brandon cheerily announces. “Adam and I have decided to watch the footy match instead. Sorry ladies, we’ll hit the club tomorrow if you’re in?”

Ely (or Elieen) looks like someone snatched her favorite candy. She gives a disappointed look to her date and departs, saying something about being busy tomorrow. Trisha however simply sighs, knowing too well there is no ‘footy match’ to keep the boys occupied. She is not ignorant of Brandon feats when it comes to boys. She exits the diner with the boys and turns towards Brandon.

“You know what, Brandon?” she begins, her tone snarky, not even giving a glance at a guilty looking Adam, “If you just wanted to fuck Adam, then there was no need for you to drag me into it.”
“Sweetheart, stop being a bitch about it. He wants cock tonight and it’s not like he was going to get your lady loins tonight anyway. Have him next week.”
“You think you’re so generous. Maybe it’s high time you realize that it’s not always about sex.”

Brandon takes a step closer to Trisha, his dimple nowhere in sight as he eyes her down, “And it’s high time for you to realize that if I am involved, it is always about sex.”
Trisha glares at Brandon but having nothing to say, turns around and walks away.
“That was harsh.” Adam mumbles, feeling highly uncomfortable with being fought over. He knew he is great, but he never had people fighting for him. He cannot figure out if he should feel flattered or guilty.
Brandon turns towards him, his dimple coming back to life, and Adam only has space for flattery. “Your place or mine?”

Thoughts of guilt, hell thoughts of Trisha are nowhere around Adam’s mind when he is pushed through the door of Brandon’s flat. Their lips are glued together in a bruising kiss, tongues lashing as Brandon drags them through the hallway inside, working on the buttons of Adam’s shirt. Adam always thought that the famous ‘wildly making out, tripping over things to reach the bedroom’ is a thing only seen in movies. In reality it can get pretty awkward. But Brandon, well, nothing sex related can ever be awkward when Brandon is there. And so, it is not awkward. It is highly sensual more than anything as he finally gets rid of Adam’s shirt and attacks his naked collar bone, his hands roaming over Adam’s heat flushed body. They don’t make it to the bed. Instead, they collapse on the carpet next to the couch, their hands a tangle mess as they try to grope whatever part of each other they can and their lips and tongue latching onto whatever naked skin they can.

Feeling much confident and in his element, Adam is quick to roll over Brandon, surprising the latter as he lays on his back, panting and looks up at Adam.
“Someone’s horny.” He comments, smirking, his hands roving about Adam’s naked chest.

Adam straddles the boy beneath him in response, making sure to make their still clothed cocks rub against each other. Adam watches in fascination at the boy below, the angle somewhat familiar when Brandon sucked his cock this week. He rocks his bottom, earning pants from Brandon and observes, carefully scrutinizes the movements of the guy who turns him on like nothing else. Brandon’s body is relaxed on the floor, only his hips languidly moving in rhythm with Adam’s. His shirt is halfway off, giving a very delightful view of his firm abs and those perky nipples. A tiny frown comes onto Adam’s face as he stares at the rising and falling chest of Brandon. Of course his chest is flat, his pecs just the right size to be proportional to the rest of his body. Adam’s eyes narrow down to the small brown beads on each pec, now hardened with arousal. A further up and Adam is greeted by the sight of Brandon’s slightly parted mouth, panting, taking in how Adam is scouting him.

Time to break the sexual tension, Adam leans down and starts lazily kissing Brandon, his tongue swiping along the edges of his mouth but not delving in, and feeling how Brandon’s lips curve in a smile as a response. It was a drastic change in the tempo of their wild make out. In fact, Adam cannot remember if he ever took a moment to actually kiss the guy in the couple of times they have been together. And so, he takes his time, lazily kissing dimpled cheeks, teasing him before devouring him in a slow, deep kiss.
“Wow.” Brandon breathes when they pull apart. “Are you falling in love with me?”

Adam chuckles, playfully punching the guy’s abdomen. Brandon mockingly displays his pain but Adam doesn’t heed him and leans down again to continue his kiss. Yes, the kiss is turning too mushy, too romantic for their tastes, but despite that mocking jab, Brandon doesn’t stop Adam further and participates with equal enthusiasm.

Only and only when Brandon feels two fingers rubbing over his left nipple does he suddenly jerk, pushing Adam slightly off of him.
“What?” Adam asks, equally startled at the abrupt pause. His hands do not pause though. They continue rubbing circles around the hardened nub.
“Christ, stop!” Brandon chortles, moving his chest away from Adam’s hand, his sudden laugh startling Adam yet again.
“Are you…ticklish?”
“Just a little sensitive, I guess.” Brandon casually shrugs off but his cheeks turn a raging red.
“That’s fucking hot.” Adam says before leaning down again and planting a hard kiss on Brandon’s swollen lips.

Brandon grunts at the sudden primal urge in the kiss, his body flinching yet again as Adam continues to rub his hard nipple. He tries to pull away but this time Adam doesn’t allow it. Adam instead trails a path of wet kisses from Brandon’s throat to that little brown nub he has been rubbing. Without warning, he attacks the nipple, trapping it between his teeth and sucking harshly. Brandon, incoherently moaning, thrashes as Adam continues to attack his sensitive nipples, moving from one to the other, wetting them, licking them, sucking on them.
“Do you want me to cum this way?” Brandon asks, his voice breathy, his hips thrusting upwards towards Adam’s groin.
“Tempting.” Adam whispers before licking and sucking a trail down to Brandon’s zipper.

However many way they may have found their sexual release with one another, Adam has really never paid attention to Brandon like he is doing tonight. It’s usually Brandon, in all his sexual glory, leading Adam, but tonight Adam wants to explore more. He wants to see if he enjoys giving as much pleasure as much Brandon enjoys doing the same. He wants to see how much lack of curves is noticeable to him, how much he misses some flesh on the chest. He wants to see if the idea of getting bounds-par intimate with a guy’s cock sits well with him or not. More than anything, he just really, really wants to see if he can suck a cock.

“You sure, buddy?” Brandon breathlessly asks when Adam starts lowering his zipper. Brandon is all for it but he has had guys, straight guys, on more than one occasion chickening out at the prospect of sucking his own cock. The result has been Brandon giving pleasure by however means he can, through his hands, through his mouth, through his ass (rarely, but yes), hell simply through the feel of his pelvis against another. At the prospect of receiving though, he demands nothing. He is always satisfied with mere frottage and hand jobs. Anything more than that and those straight guys start getting their panties in a twist.

But not Adam. He has had Brandon suck him a total of three times by now, two times the first night and that one time in the restroom. And all those time, he witnessed Brandon get off on it as if he was having his own cock sucked. There must be some pleasure in it to make even a straight guy enjoy it.

The incentive makes Adam proceed, lowering Brandon’s jeans just enough to grab his cock from his briefs and take it out. Looking at a cock this close to his face, Adam hesitates. Brandon is not small, far from it. The size makes Adam a little apprehensive, but then he sees how his hold is making Brandon pant, how he bends his neck to look down at Adam, his cheeks flushed, his eyes gawking at him, pleading for him to go ahead, pleading to not be like those other straight guys.

And Adam just dives in. He is down on the cock in one go, making Brandon bang his head back at the floor and give out a breathy moan. When Adam begins to actually suck on the cock, he quickly, very quickly realizes that he is not being as good as Brandon. He fumbles, gags a few times, accidently grates his teeth against the sensitive skin and at one point even jabs his elbow in Brandon’s v-line, making the latter choke on a moan and then laugh breathily through the pleasure when Adam returns to his cock.

Despite Adam’s average performance, Brandon enjoys it, much more than he actually should considering the mediocre performance. But the fact alone that Adam is enough considerate to reciprocate turns on Brandon so much, the vision of Adam’s lips near his cock would have sufficed in bursting his nut. But no, he has a warm, inexperienced mouth wrapped snuggly against his hard cock. Then Brandon orgasms, letting himself pop while buried deep in Adam’s mouth. His muscles lose their rigidity and become slack as he comes down from his high, his hands thrown above his head as he tries to get his bearings. It is the sound of harsh coughing that brings him back to reality.

“Fuck.” Adam curses, continuing to cough over Brandon’s legs, “That shit tastes nasty.”
Brandon laughs, his dimple coming to life as he slumps back more and continues to laugh lazily.

Adam climbs up on Brandon, letting his hand rest on either side of his face. Through the bitter-sour taste in his mouth, he smiles down at a laughing, dimply Brandon.
“You look amused.”
Brandon smirks up at him and takes the support of his elbows to lean up and kiss Adam’s supple lips. He pulls back and seductively smiles at him, “I am amused.”