One Week Pt 2

[AvronChris]

1 Week Pt 2
The day Mary was set to return home felt different—charged with an unsettling mix of anticipation and dread swirling within me. For the first time, I found myself anxious at the thought of seeing her. The turbulent events of the past week loomed large in my mind, and I felt as if I were precariously balancing on a tightrope, inching forward, yet uncertain of my footing. As for my feelings about Chris, they remained unclear, like fog hovering over a distant landscape.

That first morning after Mary’s arrival, I awoke to the familiar sound of our front door creaking open—a sound I had been half-expecting around nine, as she had mentioned. “Chase, are you awake?” she called out, her voice a hesitant mixture of hope and concern. Instead of responding, I opted for the coward’s route and pretended to be fast asleep. I could hear her footsteps approach the bedroom, the soft rustle of her clothing and the gentle creak of the floorboards betraying her presence. She peeked into the room, her eyes searching for a sign that I was indeed there. After a moment, she sighed, and I caught the faint sound of her writing something before she exited.

As soon as the final click of the door echoed through the house, I was propelled out of bed. Curiosity mixed with anxiety surged within me as I rushed to see what she had left behind. It was a note. “Chase,” it began, simple yet heavy with implication. “It’s been a long week. There are so many things I wish to speak with you about.” Each word felt like a weight on my chest.

I hastily jumped into the shower, the water cascading over me like a temporary shield from my thoughts. Once dressed, I bolted out the door, my destination clear—somewhere I could gather my thoughts and be truly heard. But as I arrived, a sense of unease washed over me. There, parked nonchalantly, was Mary’s car sitting outside Chris’s apartment, almost mocking my resolve. In a panic, I quickly turned around and retreated home, my heart racing.

The hours dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity, and frustration bubbled up inside me like a pot threatening to boil over. The weight of my thoughts pressed heavily on my shoulders as I finally mustered the courage to call Chris, desperately seeking some semblance of clarity amid the turmoil swirling in my mind.

As I dialed his number, a wave of emotion washed over me, leaving me momentarily speechless. My mouth felt parched, as if every word I meant to say had vanished into thin air. Just as panic began to set in, I abruptly hung up the phone, the silence of my decision echoing with countless unanswered questions.

Before I could collect my thoughts, my phone erupted into sound, startling me. It was Chris calling back. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. I instinctively replied, “Yes,” even as a knot of tension twisted in my stomach. He wasn’t convinced, though. “Stop lying. I can feel something is wrong,” he said gently but firmly.

I could hear Mary’s voice in the background, her curiosity piqued as she bombarded me with a dozen questions. Each inquiry felt like a weight pressing down on me, and I grappled with how to respond, desperately trying to craft an answer that would satisfy her.

"Are you sick?" Mary asked, her voice laced with concern. "Do I need to come home?" A wave of uncertainty washed over me as I struggled to find the right words. If she decided to come home, she would undoubtedly realize I wasn’t actually unwell. So, in a hesitant tone, I replied, "I’m just really tired from the previous week and feeling a bit strained by everything that’s been happening."

The instant those words escaped my lips, a sense of dread crept in—I felt like I had just walked into a trap. My heart raced as I imagined the impending disaster looming ahead. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what everyone had been discussing, and for some inexplicable reason, Mary seemed genuinely worried enough to confront Chris about it. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air around us, amplifying my anxiety.

An hour later, Mary walked through the door, her footsteps echoing in the quiet house. She found me sitting silently on the couch, lost in my thoughts. “Chase,” she said with a mix of concern and determination in her voice, “we need to talk. I have so much on my mind.”

She sat down beside me, her fingers gently intertwining with mine as she took a deep breath. "Chase," she began, her voice steady but laced with emotion, "this time away has really allowed me to reflect on so many things, especially how our relationship has been evolving, even before I left."

With a thoughtful expression, she continued, "I feel like something must change."

"I reached out to a few friends while I was away," she explained, her gaze drifting for a moment as if recalling their conversations. "They seemed genuinely worried about what I shared regarding us. A week apart from you brought me both clarity and confusion about our future. It feels like that time wasn’t enough for us to truly understand what we need to move forward with our lives together."

There was a pause as she gathered her thoughts, and then she added, "To help us find that clarity, I decided to visit your best friend. I asked him if he would allow you to stay at his apartment for a little while. I thought this could give us both the space we need to reflect on what lies ahead and figure things out."

No, I responded! Nothing is wrong with our relationship. I just feel we might have hit a rough patch and it will work itself out on it’s own. She said, Chase please listen to me. For us to move forward I feel like this is the best thing for us to do. Being so far away for a week and not speaking to you gave me pause to see that there was something clearly wrong. I just can’t figure out what exactly that might be, but if this is to work itself out then we must work diligently to fix this. So, Chris graciously said you could come spend some time as his apartment. He said you could stay as long as it took for us to work out our issues and get back to building the relationship that we both want. Please don’t fight me on this. I believe it is in the best interest of us both. Chris has said you are more than welcome to stay with him and it wouldn’t be a burden because you are his best friend.

I found myself lost in thought, recalling every moment that had unfolded between Chris and me over the past week. The gravity of what had happened weighed heavily on my mind. Should I come clean to her? Should I admit that we kissed, a moment that felt both exhilarating and wrong? Or would it be easier to simply pretend nothing had ever occurred? The confusion swirled around me like a storm, leaving me unsure of what to do next.

As I stepped into the bedroom, the familiar surroundings felt strangely surreal. I gathered essential items from my room: a week's worth of clothes, neatly folded and packed, along with some toiletries that I hoped would suffice for the time apart. I wanted to respect her space and not intrude during this period when she clearly needed distance.

Just then, she entered the room, her presence both comforting and unsettling. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding me momentarily. "This is not the end," she said softly, her voice steady yet filled with emotion. "It’s just a pause to help us build a better foundation for our marriage ahead."

But as her words hung in the air, my mind raced with thoughts of Chris. The memory of our kiss played on a loop, vivid and intoxicating. Moving in with him felt like a recipe for disaster; it would only open the door to temptation and make it even more difficult to resist the allure of what had already begun between us. The thought of living with Chris was both thrilling and terrifying, knowing that it could escalate things in a way I wasn’t ready to face.

Her eyes searched for answers, but all she found was the stillness that had settled over our home in her absence. “I didn’t hear a single word while she was away, and now that she’s back, it feels as if she’s arrived in a different world. No kiss, no warm welcome, nothing,” she continued, her frustration rising. “What has happened to cause such a drastic change in our lives?”

So, I took my things and proceeded out the door. No, goodbye or I love you. Mary stood staring silently as I slowly walked away in sadness. Not knowing how this would end.

As I made my way to Chris’s apartment, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in my mind, each one more troubling than the last. What had transpired between him and Mary during my absence? Had he laid bare his feelings for me in a moment of vulnerability, only to retreat into silence? Or perhaps they had engaged in an intense argument, with Mary deciding that this separation was the remedy for their woes? My heart raced with these questions, each one echoing louder than the last, but I held onto a thread of hope that soon I would uncover the truth.

Upon arriving at his doorstep, a weight of uncertainty pressed down on me, making me hesitate, my hand hovering just inches from the door. Suddenly, with a swift motion, the door swung open, revealing Chris, whose expression was a mix of relief and concern. He enveloped me in a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me like a safeguard against the chaos of my thoughts. "I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice full of genuine empathy. "I had no idea it was this bad between you and Mary."

For what felt like eternity, he held me tightly, his familiar cologne—rich and comforting—sweeping me into a bubble of nostalgia. The warmth radiating from his body wrapped around me, chasing away the shadows of sadness that had lingered in my heart. In that moment, I experienced a strange sense of belonging, as if I had found my way back home, even though I was simply away from the familiar confines of my own space. It was a comforting, yet disorienting, feeling to be held so closely by someone who felt like home, while still standing on the threshold of uncertainty.

 

[AvronChris]

As dawn broke on the second day, a sense of urgency washed over me—I desperately wanted information. I swung my legs off the edge of Chris’s spare bedroom bed, where I often found myself crashing after long nights of laughter and drinks. The familiar surroundings felt both comforting and heavy as I tiptoed down the narrow hallway, attempting to be as silent as a mouse. But when I reached his door, I stopped short, realizing he was no longer in his room.

“Chase! Are you finally up?” Chris’s voice echoed down the hall, warm yet teasing.

“Yes,” I replied, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

“Come to the kitchen; we need to talk,” he called, his tone shifting to something more serious. “There’s a lot to go over, and I know you have concerns.”

I made my way to the kitchen, a knot tightening in my stomach as I anticipated the conversation. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, inviting yet foreboding. “Sit down and eat,” he urged, his voice stern but laced with affection. “You must be famished after everything that happened yesterday.”

Taking my seat at the wooden table, I noticed that he had prepared my favorite breakfast, complete with the distinctive coffee blend that I adored—one he rarely drank himself. It was thoughtful of him; he always went the extra mile to make me feel special.

As I dug into the delicious meal, Chris took a deep breath, ready to divulge what weighed on his mind. “So, here’s the thing,” he began, his gaze steady. “Mary has been listening to the gossip from her friends. They mentioned it was odd that an entire week had passed without any word from you. This raised some confusion for her. It’s the first time since you began dating that there has been so much silence and distance.”

I quickly interjected, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me. “I’m sorry I kept you so occupied with everything we’ve been doing together.”

After my explanation, Chris seemed to sense a shift in her feelings; she appeared more at ease. However, there was an underlying tension—after three years, the strain in your relationship had left her feeling compelled to discover why things were shifting downhill.

His words struck a chord deep within me. The honesty and compassion he expressed made me appreciate him in ways I hadn’t before. Despite any feelings he may have harbored for me, he always prioritized my emotional well-being over his own. If his confession was genuine, I couldn’t help but wonder: why was he putting himself through all of this pain?
After absorbing everything he had to say, I took a moment to pause and let the weight of his words settle over me. His eloquent speech, combined with the earnestness in his eyes, only intensified the storm of emotions I was feeling. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was neglecting his own inner turmoil while trying to navigate this complex situation. "Chris, why all this compassion?" I prompted softly. "I know you’re in love with me, and here I am, living in your apartment. I may not be here in the way you hope for, but I’m here indefinitely, stuck in this limbo until Mary decides what she wants."

"Chase," Chris replied earnestly, his voice steady yet tinged with emotion, "I only want your happiness, as I’ve always said. No matter how it looks from the outside, my priority is you! That’s the essence of love." Despite his reassuring words, I noticed a flicker of pain behind his compassionate facade. It was as if each moment was a test of endurance for him, a punishment he felt he deserved.

"Stop," I interrupted, my voice firm and unwavering. "Stop lying to yourself. Stop lying to me. We both know the truth, even if we’ve been avoiding it. My relationship is crumbling, and we both understand why. The reason has been there, glaring at us, all along. This past week, the bet, the test of my sexuality—everything has shifted, and there’s no returning to the way things were. What I had before wasn’t better; it was merely a façade that I constructed to shield myself from the reality of who I truly am. I see now that you’re only doing this because you believe it’s for my own good, while you suppress your own needs out of guilt. But that guilt is misplaced; I’m the only one who should feel guilty for lying to myself and to Mary."
Chris dashed from the kitchen to his room, slamming his door with a loud thud that echoed in the stillness of the house. He locked it with a definitive click, signaling his desire for solitude. I could sense his struggle beneath the surface; he was determined not to let me witness his emotional breakdown. His usual stoic façade crumbled under the weight of his feelings, and I felt a growing urgency to reach out to him.

I stood up from the table, my heart racing, and walked briskly to his door. “Let me in,” I called out, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. The only reply was an unsettling stillness. Undeterred, I raised my voice, infused with a firm insistence, “Let me in!”

Then, I heard it—the unmistakable sound of another door slamming within his room. He had retreated to the bathroom, seeking refuge, but I could still hear his muffled cries of anguish. Each sob pierced through the walls, raw and filled with an unbearable pain. In that moment, a wave of understanding washed over me; the emotions bubbling beneath his surface were far more profound than anything he had ever allowed me to glimpse.

Chris’s unwavering strength had shattered, leaving behind a fragile vulnerability that he could no longer conceal. I realized with a sinking heart that I had pushed him to this breaking point, forcing him to confront the agony he had painstakingly kept locked away for so long.Chris dashed from the kitchen to his room, slamming his door with a loud thud that echoed in the stillness of the house. He locked it with a definitive click, signaling his desire for solitude. I could sense his struggle beneath the surface; he was determined not to let me witness his emotional breakdown. His usual stoic façade crumbled under the weight of his feelings, and I felt a growing urgency to reach out to him.

I stood up from the table, my heart racing, and walked briskly to his door. “Let me in,” I called out, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. The only reply was an unsettling stillness. Undeterred, I raised my voice, infused with a firm insistence, “Let me in!”

Then, I heard it—the unmistakable sound of another door slamming within his room. He had retreated to the bathroom, seeking refuge, but I could still hear his muffled cries of anguish. Each sob pierced through the walls, raw and filled with an unbearable pain. In that moment, a wave of understanding washed over me; the emotions bubbling beneath his surface were far more profound than anything he had ever allowed me to glimpse.

Chris’s unwavering strength had shattered, leaving behind a fragile vulnerability that he could no longer conceal. I realized with a sinking heart that I had pushed him to this breaking point, forcing him to confront the agony he had painstakingly kept locked away for so long.
I knew exactly where he kept a spare key to his room, tucked away in a small dish on the kitchen counter. With careful steps, I slipped back into the kitchen and quietly retrieved the key, making sure not to disturb anything around me. My heart raced as I slowly made my way back to his door, the cool metal of the key resting heavily in my palm. With a soft click, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, greeted by the familiar sights of his room. Yet, everything felt different now, as if a thick fog had settled over the place, tainting the memories that lingered in the air.

Overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation, I felt an unfamiliar sense of alienation wash over me. Mustering my courage, I moved toward the bathroom, where the door stood slightly ajar, an invitation to step in. As I pushed it open, the sight before me tugged at my heart. There he was, curled up in the shower, his body nestled against the cool ceramic tiles, looking incredibly small and vulnerable, like the boy I had cherished years ago.

“Chris,” I called softly, hoping to reach the part of him that was still listening. “Look at me. We can’t get through this if you keep running away the moment things get tough.”

He remained motionless, lost in his thoughts. I approached him cautiously and gently opened the shower door wider, letting the warmth of the bathroom envelop us both. Kneeling down, I placed my hand on the crown of his head, feeling the damp strands of hair beneath my fingers. “Listen, there’s no reason to act this way,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I know how you feel. If I didn’t understand before, I certainly do now. I’m truly sorry for putting you in the middle of this. I see no way to bridge the gap between me and Mary. It feels like everything we had is slipping away. After what you told me, I fear our relationship is over. So now, the question remains—where do we go from here?”
Chris turned his head and looked up at me, tears rolling down his face like I had never seen before. “Please don’t look at me,” Chris said. “I’m a mess, and I don’t like people seeing me this way. This is all my fault. I should have never told you how I felt.”

“No, Chris, this is not your fault. You only forced me to face the truth. If it hadn’t been for you and that bet, I would still be lying to myself. It was me who didn’t try to contact Mary the entire time she was gone. It was me who got swept up in you. To be honest, I feel exactly the same way that you do. The only difference is that I’m the one who has been doing all the lying and hurting the people I care about. I should be the one sobbing, not you.”

I reached for his hand and pulled him up into my arms, where I gave him the hug of someone he deserved to be with and should have been with the whole time.

“I have a stupid question at the moment, Chris. Speaking of the bet, there was something else you wanted besides money. What was that?”

“Oh,” he said. “I was just trying to be funny.” For some reason, I didn’t believe him; I could feel there was something else he wanted, something more than just money. The question was, what was it? I was determined to find out.

So, I took him over to his bed, and we both fell—me on top of him. He joked, “I think it was meant to be the other way.” This I did not understand. With all the emotion, somehow we both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. It felt so cozy and comfortable, almost like it was meant to be. It felt perfect!

 

[AvronChris]

When I woke up on the 3rd day, Chris was gone. He had left a note beside me on the bed that simply said, “Be back soon!” I wondered where he had gone. Before I could gather my bearings, there was a knock at the door. I rushed to the door only to find Mary standing there, looking a little perplexed.



“Are you busy?” she asked.



I replied, “No, come in.” She slowly crept through the door. “Is Chris home?” she asked.



I said, “No. I’m not sure where he went or when he’ll be back.” She turned to me, and I’ll never forget the look in her eyes. I had never seen that expression before. She began with a timid, “Sorry.” Then she went on to say she thought this was all a mistake. She told me to get my things and come home.



All I could think about was everything that had occurred in this very apartment over the last week and how much it had changed me. I knew she could tell something was off, so I said, “No, you’re right. Something is bothering me as well.” It was something I couldn’t explain to her at the moment because I couldn’t even put it into words. The fact that our relationship had been failing even before she left made this the right choice. It would allow us a chance to see if distance could truly bring us back together. She half-smiled and agreed. “We’ll give it one week and see if anything changes.”



My first thought was: one week? How those words seemed to change everything when they came from Chris, but this time they held no meaning. It felt almost like the beginning of the end. I had already experienced this week, and everything had changed for me. I just didn’t know what else could change for Mary and me.



I looked at her with a feeling of dread and said, “Okay, one week!”



After I said that, I felt there needed to be more. “If we’re going to do this right, we need to set some ground rules.”



“What do you mean?” she asked.



“Well, no calls, no texts, and no showing up unannounced—actually, not showing up at all. They say distance makes love grow fonder, so let’s see if that’s the case.”



I could see that this made her uncomfortable. She had always been used to randomly calling or texting me at any given moment, but now things were different.

I walked Mary to the door, the soft light from the hallway casting a gentle glow around us. I could see the glimmer of tears in her eyes, desperately trying to hold back her emotions. As I wrapped my arms around her in a comforting hug, I whispered, “See you soon.” With a bittersweet smile, she stepped out into the night, leaving me alone with my thoughts.



I sank into the familiar couch where Chris and I had shared countless moments, each one echoing with laughter and warmth. As I sat there, memories began to flood my mind, reshaping the very essence of my feelings. My gaze wandered around the apartment, and suddenly, things I had overlooked started to come into sharp focus—images and reminders I had never allowed myself to truly see.



The walls seemed to come alive with pictures, vibrant snapshots capturing us in our happiest moments. There were countless photos depicting our joy: the day we celebrated our graduation, our arms wrapped around each other, beaming with pride; the heart-wrenching moment I stood with my deceased dog, captured in a frame that read, “Will be missed!”—a picture I had long lost but was still cherished here, right in front of me. Scattered across a shelf were every single birthday card I had ever given to Chris, each one a testament to our shared history.



As I absorbed this intimate gallery of memories, an overwhelming realization washed over me. It felt as though I was already in a deep relationship with Chris, despite the absence of any picture featuring Mary. The thought struck me hard—had Mary ever noticed all of this? How had I been so blind to the emotional landscapes of others around me?



At first, a wave of unease washed over me. What kind of person holds onto such nostalgia? Was he obsessed with me? A stalker? But the more I pondered, the more I recognized the truth. Chris was no such thing; I had known him for a lifetime. He had stood by my side through thick and thin, a steady presence in my life, always offering his support. The items that filled the room were not mere possessions; they were tokens of affection and cherished memories, representative of the bond we shared.



In that moment of clarity, I realized how profoundly he felt about me. Earlier, when we were in the bathroom together, I had sensed a connection, but now I understood it on a deeper level. His words and emotions had conveyed much, but these keepsakes told an entire story that resonated within my heart. Unlike Mary, who seemed detached from the past, Chris valued the history we built together. She hadn’t known me long enough to appreciate these moments, nor did she seem to invest in the past; her focus was solely on the present and future.



As I took it all in, the nuances of our relationship began to sparkle vividly in my mind, illuminating the depth of what we truly shared.

The next thing I knew, I stirred awake on the worn, familiar couch, a cozy blanket draped over me. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, a delicious scent permeated the air, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It was a smell I recognized instantly but couldn't quite pinpoint. Intrigued, I pushed myself up and ventured toward the kitchen, drawn in by the mouthwatering aroma.



There, I found Chris standing at the stove, immersed in his culinary creation. “What are you cooking?” I asked, the curiosity evident in my voice.



“It’s lasagna,” he said with a grin, glancing up from the bubbling pot. “I know it’s your favorite. I got the recipe from your mom.” He paused, pride shining in his eyes. “I had a nice chat with her today and got some of her best recipes. I specifically requested her lasagna recipe because I wanted to make you feel more at home.”



A wave of warmth washed over me as I processed his words. In that moment, a realization settled in the back of my mind: no one had ever gone to such lengths for me before. Not Mary, not anyone I had ever shared my life with. Memories flooded back to my college days, when Chris drove three hours both ways just to bring me my mom's lasagna when I was feeling under the weather. He understood the healing power of comfort food and knew exactly how to soothe my spirit.



I couldn’t help but smile at the countless times I had savored that lasagna, the rich flavors warming me from the inside out during moments of illness or despair.



“So, what made you visit my mom today?” I asked, genuinely curious.



He looked at me with sincerity and replied, “I thought this would help you feel a little better.”



In that instant, a bolt of realization struck me like lightning. I was with the wrong person. All of the answers I had been searching for were vividly clear, standing before me in the form of Chris. This bet, this so-called joke, and even the game we had played were nothing more than his gentle way of guiding me to see something I had been blind to all along.

I walked over to the stove, where he stood, the warm glow of the burners casting a soft light on his focused expression. As I wrapped my arms around him, it felt like comforting my own mother, a gesture filled with affection and gratitude. "Thanks," I murmured.



He turned slightly, looking at me with a puzzled smile. "For what?" he asked, curious.



"For just being you," I replied, my voice tinged with sincerity. A memory washed over me: "I remember when I was sick in college, and you drove three hours each way just to bring me lasagna from my mom. That meant so much to me."



His smile widened, and he replied, "Oh, I remember," as if it were a simple, almost routine act. I admired how he moved gracefully around the kitchen as he finished cooking, the aroma of herbs and cheese filling the air.



Once we sat down to eat, Chris urged, "Take a bite and tell me how it compares to your mom's." I lifted my fork and took a bite, my taste buds awakening with surprise—this lasagna was extraordinary, even better than my mom's recipe. I looked at him, wide-eyed. "How did you possibly do this? It’s better than my mom's!"



He shrugged with a playful confidence and said, "It was made with love." I could see the truth in his eyes and taste it in every mouthful.



Savoring the rich flavors at the table, my thoughts drifted. I couldn’t help but reflect on how different my life might have been if I had realized this sooner. This man, who also happened to be my best friend, seemed to be the perfect match for me. Yet, despite the warmth filling the room, I was left grappling with unanswered questions, unsure of what steps I was supposed to take next.

After we finished washing the dishes together, the warm glow of the kitchen light cast a soft ambiance around us. He casually mentioned that he needed to take a shower, his voice hinting at the fatigue of the day, as he prepared for an early morning at work. As he turned to leave, I felt the solitude settle in the kitchen, the remnants of our shared laughter lingering in the air.



By this point, every word he had spoken seemed to resonate with an intensity that I hadn't noticed before, each syllable layered with meaning. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something beneath his casual tone—an implication or a hidden message that I couldn't quite grasp. My mind swirled with questions, each one echoing louder than the last. Would I ever uncover the truth behind his words? I knew I would, in time.



With these thoughts swirling in my head, I eventually made my way to bed, the quiet of the night wrapping around me like a blanket as I pondered what lay beneath the surface of our conversation.



On the beginning of the 4th day things were beginning to get clearer than I ever thought they could be. The many years of confusion and constant wondering what I needed to do suddenly became almost obvious. I got out of bed walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I opened the door to the bathroom to find Chris standing naked at the sink shaving. I quickly turned around and said, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here. He said, It’s okay. The sink in my bathroom has a problem. I called a plumber but he can’t get here for 2 days. So we’ll have to share the sink just until he gets his sink fixed. I couldn’t help but admire his muscular body. The curves of his muscles and the roundness of his nice bubble butt. In that moment I had to quickly retreat. As I turned to leave he said, I’m almost finished. You don’t have to leave. But the thing was he didn’t notice that while I was admiring his body I had started to get aroused and I was almost at full mast. So I told him I would wait till he finished because I needed to use the toilet and I didn’t want him to be in there while I was doing that. So I quickly left the bathroom and waited down the hall waiting for him to walk out. As he walked from the bathroom, still naked I couldn’t help but notice he had an erection of his own bouncing up and down as he walked back to his bedroom. My mind was racing with so many thoughts that I had never thought about before. Why was I getting turned on just by looking at his butt? Also, why was he rock-hard and walking naked through his apartment? I’ve been there many times and I’ve never once seen him naked. Not even in college.

So, I went into the bathroom and hopped into the shower. At this point, I was rock-hard as well. So I took it firmly in my hand and began to jack myself off to get it to go down, but at the moment I was about to cum, the door opened and I shot cum all over the shower curtain. Chris walks in and says I forgot to brush my teeth. He said don’t worry I can’t see through the curtain because the curtain wasn’t completely see-through. Although I’m sure he could see the massive load I had shot all over the shower curtain. It was extremely visible. I was a bit surprised because I wasn’t embarrassed at all. Rather more turned on. I think he might have been waiting and possibly listening at the door for the perfect moment to walk in and catch me doing what I was doing. So, I waited for him to finish brushing his teeth as I bathed slowly to waste some time because I didn’t want him to see me naked.

As I got out of the shower I dried myself off quickly just in case he decided he decided he had forgotten to floss his teeth.

So, I got to my room and got dressed. As I opened my bedroom door I heard the front door close. He had already left for work and if I didn’t hurry I would be late as well.

As I sat at my desk my mind kept rewinding the moments of the morning. Thinking about his body, his perfect ass, and about his massive cock flopping up and down. I couldn’t help but get hard each time this happened. What was going on? Why for the first time am I so full of sexual desire for him? Why does the thought of him naked make my mouth water as if I’m actually hungry for something? It doesn’t make sense to me.

By the end of the workday, I went to get up from my desk and I suddenly noticed I had a giant wet spot between my legs. All the thinking about Chris was driving me so wild I had not realized that I had shot my load in my pants while I was sitting there working. At this point, I had no idea what to do, because if someone saw me that way it would have been obvious what had happened. It was a good thing I had a corner desk. I unzipped my pants only to find that I had come multiple times and I actually had cum not just on the front of my pants but it had run down my left leg as well. What was I to do? So, I decided I had only 1 option to call and have someone bring me another pair of pants. The question is who would I call? If I called Chris, what would I give as an excuse for needing another pair of pants? I dare not call Mary. So that left Chris. I had to come up with an excuse quickly, so I told him I spilled some coffee on my pants and was too embarrassed to walk out of the building with a huge wet spot on the front of my pants as well as down my leg.

Chris arrived just in time, his timing impeccable, allowing me a much-needed escape from the confines of the office. With a friendly grin, he handed me a pair of casual shorts, a lifeline of comfort in the midst of my attire dilemma. Standing protectively beside me, he shielded me from the curious gazes of my coworkers as I began to change.



As I stood up, he reached for my pants, his voice gentle yet insistent as he suggested he take them to wash so the coffee stain wouldn’t set. I quickly refused, but as his hand brushed the fabric, he froze, realization dawning on him. It wasn’t coffee at all that marred my clothes, but something entirely different.



He pulled his hand away, his eyes narrowing as he studied me intently. “I can tell that’s not coffee,” he said, curiosity flickering in his gaze. With a hint of mischief, he brought his hand to his nose, taking a tentative sniff. My heart raced as he moved to taste it, but I instinctively grasped his wrist and exclaimed, “Stop! What are you doing?”



He chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eye, “I was just curious about what you spilled, besides coffee.” At that moment, it became painfully obvious that he had already pieced together the situation. His demeanor shifted, the playful tone transforming into something more charged as he looked directly at me, a smirk forming on his lips. “Okay, it doesn't matter, because I think I know already what it is,” he said, leaving a lingering uncertainty in the air. is.

Rather than calling an Uber, I chose to ride home with Chris. The car was enveloped in a heavy silence that felt almost suffocating. I sat beside him, my mind racing as I imagined the thoughts swirling in his head about the incident at work. The tension in the air was palpable, and I was consumed with dread, desperately wondering what he might be thinking. Each passing moment intensified my anxiety, making the ride feel like an eternity.

Once we arrived home, I let him go in first. He held the door open for me until I got inside. Then he grabbed my arm firmly and said, "Now tell me exactly what happened to cause that massive stain on your pants. I know what it is, and I want to know what caused this."



While we were just friends, I felt a slight obligation to give him an answer. I just didn’t know what to say because telling the truth could lead to even more complications than already existed. So I replied, "It’s just been a while, and I guess it just happened. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. It’s just that when I went to get up at the end of the day, I noticed it."



He looked at me with a mix of perplexity, confusion, and a hint of delight at my answer. Maybe he believes I am lying to cover up what really happened. Perhaps he’s onto me. Maybe he knows exactly how I really feel. Or maybe it’s all in my head. I guess I won’t know unless I confess the truth. At this point, I feel that telling the truth could either make matters worse or possibly better, though I’m not sure which it would be.

As we sat down to eat the takeout order he had picked up on the way home, I couldn’t help but notice the way he was eating his food. Not sure if it was on purpose or just the fact that maybe he was really hungry. He took huge bites and moaned while he chewed almost like the food was orgasmic. I never recalled sitting with him while eating Tai food. I personally didn’t feel the same way about the food. Was he making fun of me for what happened? Was he just finding way too much enjoyment from the food? Or just possibly was he pretending he was eating something else entirely? So many questions with very few answers.

Another day has come to an end and I’m still no further to a resolution to this situation.

 

[AvronChris]

As I woke up on the 5th day I couldn’t help but hear the sound of him singing in the shower. Something had him extra happy today, but I wasn’t sure the reason. I thought to myself is this going to be a repeat of the previous day when I got a glimpse of him naked?

At the current moment, he was in his own shower and the hall bathroom was free, so I took the opportunity to hop in the shower before he could make his way to use the sink to shave. So I quickly stripped off all my clothes and ran towards the bathroom only to run headfirst into him. As we both stood there naked there we could say. This was the first time he had seen me with no clothes and I couldn’t help but notice how he looked me up and down. Chris, I said I’m so sorry. I thought you were still in the shower. I was trying to get in the shower before you would need to use the sink. Then he said, No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t headed for the sink. I just left my underwear in the dryer. I hadn’t realized you were up yet or I would have grabbed a towel. I’m still not used to anyone else here. It’s been a while since I had to share a space with someone.

As we mumbled back and forth both our eyes roaming over the other's body. The attraction between us soon became undeniable as we both were aroused. Now standing facing each other in this way was as awkward as it can get. Before I could think I reached out my hand and grabbed his cock. I said OMG I can’t believe I just did that. He said It’s okay. I could tell by the way you were drooling over it that you wanted to see what it felt like.

It was at that moment I couldn’t help myself and I began to jerk him off. Then he reached for mine to reciprocate the action I was performing on him. Does it feel good he said. I had no words. Then I shook my in the affirmative. So he started moving faster. Before I knew it we had both erupted on each other.

Guess it’s back in the shower now. He said. Maybe you should join me.

He took me by the hand and let me to his bathroom, turned on the water, and pulled me inside. He pushes me under the water and proceeds to wash my body. Hands all over me, the heat, the experience was so intense I didn’t know what to make of it all. It seemed like we were going too fast. I wasn’t sure if this was even real. It felt more like a dream. As we got out of the shower he exclaimed loudly, That was fun. We should shower together each morning. As for me, I was still trying to process what just happened and the thought of it happening again got me a little excited but frightened at the same time. I had never done that with a guy before.

As I walk to my room for my close he walked up to me and smacked me on my ass and gleefully exclaimed Nice ass, maybe you should let me show you something you might enjoy more.

I quickly went into my room and closed the door behind me. I sat down on my bed and pondered everything that just happened. I couldn’t understand why this keeps happening. He was my best friend for so many years and we shared a dorm room but never once did I feel this way. Why now?

I found it really hard to focus at work. He consumed my every thought. He was beginning to consume me as if I were that Tai food. I just couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. Then suddenly out of nowhere, Mary shows up at my desk. We need to talk, she says. Can you take a break? I nodded yes.

We walked outside and sat on a bench where she began to speak. Chase I have come to a decision. I do not feel like this will work out. I thought this time away would be good but it’s actually changing things in the opposite way. I’ve met someone. I didn’t plan it. I am quite fond of him. He makes me feel a way that you’ve never made me feel before. I think it’s best if we just be done with this charade of a relationship and move on to other people. I’m sorry to lay this on you at work, but I’ve been dealing with this for too long. She immediately got up and walked away not looking back.

I get back to my desk to find a letter from Mary.

Dear Chase,

I’m so sorry to have done this to you. I couldn’t think of any other way to break this news. I wasn’t sure if I had the nerve to tell you this person but I’m pregnant and it’s not yours. I’ve been cheating on you for months now and once I started feeling morning sickness I knew for sure that we had to end it. I’ve packed and moved all my things from the apartment, so now you can move back in and move forward with your life. We will never see each other again. I’ve changed my number and also left my job. I’m going to be living in another country with my future husband. He proposed to me, so I left your ring on the kitchen table. I had hoped it wouldn’t have come to this. If I hadn’t turned up pregnant I would have stayed with you and tried to work it out since we were already engaged. I only learned I was pregnant 2 days after I got back. I’m sorry for cheating on you. I know it was wrong. I should have just been honest and broken off our engagement from the beginning.

Mary

As the word of her letter flipped through my head I grew more and more angry but at the same time relieved. In a way, she had given me a way out. The freedom that I so desired. I just didn’t seem to have the guts to ask for it.

From that moment on all I could think about was Chris and how things could go from here. At this point I was totally and completely consumed with and by him. I told my boss I needed to leave early because I felt sick.

As I left work I decided to make a special dinner for Chris and myself. So, I called his mom and asked what his favorite meal was and she said, Chase, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I was so excited when Chris told me you had moved in with him. I’ve known for years that eventually you two would get together. I could always tell that there was something very special between you too. Every time you would visit I would catch you looking at him in a way that I knew you were more than just friends. More than even best friends. He was so happy you moved in. I thought you were engaged to some woman named Mary, but I’m glad that you are now with my son. Hopefully, now you can truly be together. I’m so sorry I didn’t even bother to ask why you called. Much less even let you speak. Just so excited! Ma’am, I just called to ask you about something, but never mind. I think I got my answer. It’s always nice to speak with you and I hope to see you in person soon. You have no idea how much you and your son mean to me. I gotta go! Bye!

Now things just took a turn and I needed to take one as well. Apparently, Chris was trying to manifest a relationship with me. So, let’s see what happens when he thinks he finally have achieved his goals. Instead of going to his apartment. I went to my old apartment, packed up all my things, and called someone to pick them up and bring them to Chris’ apartment. I made a quick stop by the florist and picked out a big bunch of roses. Then stopped by the Tai restaurant to get the food that made him moan so loud and headed for his apartment.

Upon arriving I looked at the time and saw he would be home soon. So, I started scattering rose petals along the floor leading to his room up to his bed. Then I closed his door, took off my clothes laid on his bed, legs spread with the Tai food between them. So, I layed back on his pillow and waited.

1 hour had passed and no Chris. I started to worry about what may be keeping him. I reached for my phone and suddenly I heard the lock of the door. He was home. What is this, he exclaimed. I could hear him walking towards the door. He paused at the door. He asked, Is someone in there? I layed quietly in his bed. He slowly opened the door in complete shock. What is going on he said with shock in his voice. What are you doing? What do you think? I replied

I don’t understand. You are engaged to Mary.

Not anymore Chris. She gave back my ring. I handed him the letter. He stood in shock reading the letter.

I’m so sorry he said. Are you really sorry I replied?

How could I not be sorry he exclaimed.

Well, I called your mom after I got a visit from Mary today, and she kept going on about how happy she was that we were now together. She proceeded to tell me how she had known for years that we belonged together and that she had noticed how we looked at each other as more than friends. All while she was speaking I wondered how could you know I was there unless you had told her. So, Chris is there something you need to confess besides just your feelings? Have you been trying to get me into your bed? Now I’m single. Now in your bed. I’m naked with that Tai food that seemed to make you moan in pleasure while you ate it.

Chris just stood there, staring at me naked in his bed with the Tai food between my legs. He stepped forward and reached for my hand.

Chase, Chris said, I want nothing from you. I’m only here to help you find your true happiness. I may have said something about you being here to my mom but nothing about us being romantically involved. I do not deny how I feel. I believe I have been crystal clear about how I feel. You are the one who keeps going back and forth with what you want. Now that you are no longer engaged you think you can just accept your second choice, well I say no. I will not be a consolation gift, not a second option. It seems you have moved all your things here. I suggest it’s time you move back to your own apartment. You’ve had your fun toying with me. I can’t take this anymore. No, I won’t take this anymore. I believe we can no longer be friends.

But you won Chris. I’m the prize. I know the prize you wanted from the start. No consolation, no second option. I intended to break up with her before she showed up at my work. You broke me! You changed me! You totally consume my world. I can’t even sit and do my work without thinking about you. The day I walked in on you in that bathroom changed everything for me. I can’t get the image of you out of my mind. I was so happy when Mary showed up at my work and ended our engagement because I was too much of a coward to do it myself. I felt I had let it go on too long to put her through that but in the end, she was the one that ended it and set me free. Free to be the one who I’ve always belonged to.

That’s you!

Even your mom could see how we were together. I wish you had come to me long ago, before Mary to open my mind to the possibilities of me and you.

Chris stood motionless with a tear running down his face. He could no longer keep his feelings hidden. He reached for the Tai. He picked it up and placed it on the bedside table then pulled off his shirt, ripped off his pants, shoes, and underwear, and lept on top of me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth with the most passionate kiss I’ve ever gotten. Suddenly we are all over each other rolling around on the bed. My body moved in ways that were almost animalistic and primal. I flipped him onto his stomach and moved down to his ass where I proceeded to shove my tongue deep inside his hole as he moaned just like he did while eating the Tai food. His hand reached to his bedside table where he pulled out a bottle of lube. He said it was coconut oil. He rubbed a bit around his hole and then he shoved my face back between his ass cheeks. It was perfect and sweet. I wanted to be one with him so bad. It was as if he could read my mind. He rolled over and shoved my now rock-hard cock inside his ass. Again he moaned then grabbed my ass and forced me balls deep inside himself. The feeling of finally being one with him was the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt. I ground my hips into his ass. Thrusting and grinding at the same time. The world fading away and us the only thing in existence. The pleasure was all-consuming. Nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. For the first time in my life, I was feeling true happiness with no regrets. All my questions were answered in this single moment. The pressure of the moment kept growing until he decided to make a change.

He flipped me over and grabbed a bit of the oil and slipped a finger inside my ass. Running his finger round and round my hole. Then he slowly kissed his way down my back till he reached my hole and he shoved his tongue inside me. Both licking and darting it inside. Preparing me for what would come next. He mounted me like a horse. Easing his cock slowly and gently inside me. Inch by inch I took him in what seemed to be the most intense experience I’d ever felt. There were no words to describe the combination of both pain and pleasure at the same time. Eventually, the pain ended and there was only pleasure as I could feel him moving inside me. Never fully pulling out or going all the way in. Faster and faster his moment building up until he suddenly stopped.

He rolled me onto my back. My cock is still rock-hard. He said I want to ride me. So he raised his body in the air and brought it back down as my cock filled his tight hole. I could tell there was no way I could last much longer. I begged and pleaded with him to stop. I was about to cum. He leaned close to me and said, BREED ME! As the words came out of his mouth so did the cum from my cock. As he also shot all over my face, stomach and chest.

He collapsed exhausted on top of me with a feeling of pure blissful happiness I’d never felt before. He kissed my neck leaned close to me and said, Told ya so.

From that moment we were inseparable. The next day we got engaged. We bought each other engagement watches. On the anniversary of our engagement, we got married. 2 years later we adopted a son and a daughter. Before I knew it so much time had passed. Our children we now off to college.

Now in a new home, not an apartment. A big home filled with love to share with our new family. Now alone again we return to our sex capades. Fucking in every single room in our home to the point where we could no longer cum. There was absolutely nothing that could make our lives better.

I look back to that day when Chris made a bet with me. He said he only needed one week but he got one lifetime with me in exchange.

A life finally so fulfilling with nothing but love.