(Back to when Eli first comes home.)
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I checked myself in the mirror just one more time. After Blake had called Cam about meeting his youngest brother I had insisted on coming along. Any excuse to spend time with Blake.
I've had an unrequited crush on him ever since I moved here four years ago. He helped me, so can you blame me?
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I'd just received a job offer to be the assistant coach for the Maplewood High School football team. God, did I need a fresh start. My dad had gone to jail for armed robbery and the town I grew up in seemed to think I was to blame as well. It didn't matter to any of them that I had no clue what he was doing.
When my mum died when I was in high school, he'd hit rock bottom. He started spending all his time out of the house and with lowlifes.
I did my best to survive, the neighbours had helped out but it was tough. I'd received a football scholarship at the local university and that's when it all went to shit.
Suddenly, Dad started flashing large amounts of cash, and then at the start of my final year, he was arrested for armed robbery. He snitched on his fellow robbers for a lighter sentence.
After I graduated, I tried to get a job but everyone shunned me. I was Brad Hawkins' son and so I was a bad seed. What little savings I had soon dwindled and I was forced to look for work elsewhere.
I didn't like the idea of leaving my home, leaving all my memories of Mum but I had no choice. Luckily, the school had no issue with my father's conviction. Since I was straight upfront with them about it, they seemed to understand.
My mind was whirling with thoughts as I drove along the dark road. For a moment I was worried I'd missed a turning. I tapped my phone screen, attached to the air vent near my steering wheel, to check the route.
When I looked back on the road, a flash of something ran past my headlights and had me jerking the wheel. The sudden movement made my car swerve and I didn't notice the slight slope, the car was still going quite fast and it flipped. I jerked around in the seat.
When the car finally stopped it felt like my head had been in a washing machine. I groaned as every part of me ached.
"Hello!"
I heard a voice but my vision was getting fuzzy.
"Hey there handsome! Keep your eyes open for me, okay, the ambulance is on its way but you need to stay awake!"
I struggled to do as he said but I managed to pull my eyes open and forced myself to focus.
A tanned-skinned, dark-haired man knelt next to my wide open door. His deep blue eyes looked at me with concern.
"That's it, keep them on me," He smiled.
That smile was sexy as hell, I must have become delirious because I started imagining him leaning in to kiss me. Then everything went dark.
"No!"
The next thing I knew I woke up in hospital several days later. The doctors and nurses were buzzing around me.
Luckily, I had escaped with only minor injuries, bumps and bruises and a concussion but no lasting damage. I had to stay a few days though, since I didn't have anyone to keep an eye on me.
"Hey there handsome, how are you feeling?"
I looked up to see the man from that night walking into my room. He was wearing a police uniform which explained why he was there. He must have been on patrol that night.
"I'm good … lucky," I whispered.
"Yeah I'll say you are," he laughed and I raised an eyebrow. "I saw the accident, I hadn't planned on driving around that area but I changed my mind at the last minute. A deer crossed your path and when you flipped I feared I'd be dealing with a dead body. Luckily, you survived."
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After that night, when he learned I was new in town and had no one, he kept visiting me. At first at the hospital then when I moved into my new place, he even helped me move in since I couldn't do much.
We've been friends ever since and I've loved him just as long. However, he doesn't know and never will.
After the final check, I headed for the bar. Blake looked sexy as sin in his dark shirt and skin-tight jeans. God I wanted to climb him and ride him all night.
That thought stirred a different feeling inside me. Blake pulled me into a hug as always and it sunk low in my stomach. As the night wore on it festered.
I downed shot after shot not caring how much I was consuming. I was vaguely aware of Blake telling Cam to look after his brother and he would take care of me.
'Take care of me!' I scoffed inside my head.
When we got back to mine he helped me inside and tried to get me to sit on the sofa. I angrily pushed him away.
"Leave me alone!" I called out.
"What!" he asked, stunned.
"I mean it! I want you to leave me alone!" I shouted.
"Why? What's wrong? I'm only trying to help."
He looked hurt but I was too drunk and angry to feel bad or think rationally. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me.
"Help! You want to help me do you! That's all you ever do, to everyone, help! Well if you want to help me then suck my dick dry!"
I pushed him away and stormed off to my room. I wasn't aware if Blake had followed me until I got inside my room.
Suddenly, he turned me around and pushed me against the wall. Blake stared at me long and hard before dropping to his knees. I squeaked as he unfastened my jeans, pulled my dick out and swallowed me whole.
My head was buzzing and my heart hammered away as he bobbed and sucked and moaned around me. The feel of his warm mouth around my sensitive cock was too much.
"I'm …" I started to say, sooner than I would have liked.
Blake pulled off and started fisting me hard. He was staring straight at me as I came into his hand. I panted against the wall as Blake stood, grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand.
"Anything else I can help with," he asked with a strange tone to his voice.
Still drunk, but not as angry, I yanked my shirt over my head, stepped out of my jeans and pulled my boxers off. Despite just cumming my cock was still half hard. I climbed on the bed and laid on my back, spread my legs and growled at him.
"Fuck me!"
Blake's eyes narrowed as I lay there, my hole on full show. Then, slowly, he undressed and climbed over me. Without warning he kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I moaned against him as his skin touched mine. My cock sprung to full mast as it rubbed against his. Soon, he pulled off and moved down my body.
"I have lube," I panted pointing to my bedside table.
Blake grabbed the half used bottle and growled.
"Who have you used this with?" he demanded.
The growl and possessiveness made my cock jerk so I sat up and kissed him senseless.
"No one, at least not here. A couple of boyfriends in college but that's it. I use that bottle when I jerk myself to images of you fucking me senseless."
"Good!" he growled again before pushing me back down.
He coated his fingers and my hole. I groaned as I felt the first pinch as he pushed a finger inside me. Soon, he added another finger and I was panting. My dildo's never felt this good.
"Please Blake, I can't … I need you now …" I begged.
Blake pulled out and I watched as he coated his cock before lining himself up. I shuddered and groaned as he filled and stretched me
He was gentle at first before picking up speed as I got louder. Eventually he pulled me up and we fell backwards onto the bed with me on top of him.
I didn't wait for anything, I instantly started to ride him. My hips bobbed up and down as my erection throbbed and slapped against our stomachs.
At this angle the head of his cock hit my prostate upon every downward thrust. Stars were sparking behind my eyes as electricity shot up and down my spine.
"I'm gonna cum!" he shouted as his hips started to meet my thrusts.
"Me too!" I moaned.
I quickly pulled off him and instantly attached my mouth to his cock. I sucked and fisted him until he bucked into my mouth. His cum hit the back of my throat and I moaned at the taste.
I then knelt over him as I fisted my own erection and came over his stomach. The combination of two orgasms, the alcohol and being fucked senseless had me crashing back down and instantly falling asleep.
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The next morning my head throbbed as I slowly came alive. I groaned as I attempted to sit up. When I realised I was naked, images of last night flashed like a nightmare through my head.
"Oh god!" I groaned.
A quick glance next to me confirmed I was alone. I quickly found a pair of sweats and left my room. I'm not sure if I was disappointed or relieved to find him gone. I was about to head back to my room when I noticed some food, some pills and a note on my kitchen table.
'Pax, sorry I'm not there when you woke up, I bet you're feeling like shit. I had an early shift, so I had to get going. I've made you some food, covered it with that food warmer thing you have and found you some painkillers, we'll talk later, ok. Blake'
I smiled as I lifted the cover, then took the pills. A part of me hoped he had been just as drunk as I had, and didn't remember but I knew that was a pipe dream. Since he had an early shift he wouldn't have drank that much.
Another part of me hoped that this would give me the chance to finally know if he felt the same. Based on last night he must at least feel something for me. No straight guy would do that if they didn't, right? Even for their best friend.