Getting Railed by my Best Friend's Boyfriend 2

Cole sent me a text around 9pm.

At the library till midnight. Don't wait up. Adrian might stop by to grab my hoodie.

I stared at the message for longer than necessary then tossed my phone face down on the bed.

Adrian might stop by. Well that's fine. It's cool. Completely fine.

I lasted about twenty minutes trying to watch something on my laptop before giving up entirely. I couldn't focus or sit still.

I showered. Changed into just my sweatpants. Told myself I was going to sleep early like a responsible person.

Who was I kidding? I was not a responsible person. That was why my dad was disappointed in me.

Ever since I was a kid, he always compared me with other kids. He once told me I was better off being a girl than a man who couldn't do anything.

I lay on top of my covers staring at the ceiling and my brain did exactly what it always did when left unsupervised. It went straight to him.

Adrian. The way he was at practice today. The water droplet on his neck made me want to lick him whole. The way his arm had brushed mine at the lockers like it was nothing. And the way he'd looked at me for that half second too long before he went back to being a cold bastard.

Cole's staying late in the library today. That would give me enough room to...My hand moved before I made a conscious decision about it.

It was nothing serious, and I needed to take the edge off. And I'd think about someone else entirely this time.

The last part of the plan was pretty useless.

My sweatpants were pushed down my thighs and my head fell back against the pillow and I let myself have it — the fantasy I'd been locking away since 5am practice. Adrian's hands. Adrian's voice dropped low the way it did when he was talking to me and not the whole team. The particular way he said rookie like it meant something private between the two of us even if I was the only one who felt that.

I stroked myself slowly at first. Slicking myself up with precum. Then less slowly.

"Fuck." I breathed out.

I was so deep in my own head that I didn't hear the front door.

I didn't hear footsteps either. What I heard was a quiet exhale from somewhere that wasn't inside my imagination and my eyes snapped open.

Adrian was standing in my doorway.

My hand stopped. My heart did something violent inside my chest. Every rational thought I owned evaporated simultaneously.

He had his key in his hand — Cole's spare that he kept for exactly these kinds of stop-bys. He must have knocked and I hadn't heard. Or he hadn't knocked at all. Either way he was standing there in the low light of my doorway in a grey hoodie and dark jeans and his eyes were on me and I was lying on my bed with my sweatpants around my thighs and my hand wrapped around my dripping length and there was absolutely no version of this that was okay.

I should have stopped. I should have yanked my waistband up and said something sarcastic and died quietly of humiliation like a normal person.

But I didn't stop.

I don't know why. Maybe because his eyes didn't move away, neither did his body. And he didn't say a single word. He just stood there with his key in his hand and his jaw tight and his eyes dark and fixed entirely on me.

So I kept going.

My hand started moving again slowly. My eyes stayed on his. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat but I held his gaze and I didn't look away and neither did he.

The room was completely silent except for my breathing which was embarrassingly unsteady and the slippery sound of my hand stroking my dick.

Adrian's hand dropped to his side. The key disappeared into his pocket. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe like he was settling in and something about that — the casualness of it, the absolute composed stillness of him while I was completely falling apart — made everything worse and better at the same time.

"Adrian." I said. My voice came out lower than intended.

He said nothing. His eyes dragged down slowly to my hands moving around me and then back up to my face and I felt that look everywhere.

I stroked faster.

"Fuck." I exhaled sharply.

His jaw moved. A muscle jumped in it. His eyes were almost black in the low light and he was still not moving, not speaking, not giving me a single thing except his complete undivided attention and somehow that was more than enough.

My back arched slightly off the mattress.

"Don't stop." He said. His voice low and calm.

I wasn't planning to.

" Ahhh..."

My eyes squeezed shut for exactly one second and then forced themselves back open because I wanted to see him. Needed to. His expression had shifted into something unguarded that I'd never seen on him before, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"Adrian. Fuck A..." His name broke off into something embarrassing.

"I see you." He said quietly.

That was it. That was all it took to drive me over the edge. I stroked my dick faster than I had.

My body vibrated and I came hard with his eyes on me, my head pressing back into the pillow. Spurts of cum coating my chest.

The ceiling swam back into focus slowly.

My chest was heaving.

I turned my head and looked at him.

He was still in the doorway. Still looking at me.

The silence stretched between us like something alive.

"Cole's hoodie." He said finally. His voice was completely level. "That's what I came for."

"Right." I said.

Neither of us moved for another long moment.

Then he pushed off the doorframe and walked to Cole's room and I listened to him open the closet and close it again. I pulled my sweatpants up. Pressed the back of my wrist against my mouth. Stared at the ceiling.

I cleaned my chest with my shirt laying beside me.

He appeared back in my doorway thirty seconds later with the hoodie folded under his arm. He looked at me once more and there it was again— that looks that I couldn't tell what it meant exactly.

"Get some sleep." He said. " And don't be late to practice."

"You came to check on me." I said.

He paused.

"Cole asked me to." He said.

He left. The front door closed quietly behind him.

Cole wasn't helping matters. He was making them worse.

And I don't mind.