Getting Railed by my Best Friend's Boyfriend 3

I lost count of how many times I jerked off to the image of Adrian watching while I stroked myself until my cock was spent.

The next morning I couldn't stop thinking about it too during swim practice. And the one after that.

Cole had a thesis paper due in three weeks and had essentially relocated to the library. He came home to sleep and left before I was fully awake. Some mornings I only knew he'd been there at all because his coffee mug was in the sink.

The first time Adrian showed up on a Tuesday with no real reason I let him in because what else was I going to do. Stand in the doorway and say Cole isn't here like he didn't already know that.

He obviously knew, and anything to have him this close—count me in.

He brought food that time. Thai takeout. Two portions. I didn't say anything about that.

We sat on opposite ends of the couch and ate and watched something neither of us was actually watching and when he left at midnight I stood in the middle of the apartment for a full five minutes doing absolutely nothing.

The second time was Thursday.

The third time was the following Monday and he brought wine and I opened it without hesitating and that was probably when I should have acknowledged that we had a situation on our hands.

But I didn't. And neither did he. So who am I to complain?

Cole had texted at seven. Don't wait up. Might sleep in the library honestly lol.

Adrian knocked at eight. I opened the door and he was in a plain white t-shirt and grey sweats and his hair wasn't done and he looked so aggressively normal that something in my chest physically ached.

"Cole's not here." I said. Just to say it. Just to remind one of us.

"I know." He said.

I stepped aside and let him in.

We were two glasses in when he got quiet.

"He forgot." Adrian said finally.

"Forgot what?"

"My birthday." He said it simply. "It was last Wednesday. He texted me at eleven pm when I was already asleep. Said sorry I forgot, happy birthday, I'll make it up to you."

I stared at him.

"He forgot again." He said.

"Maybe he's been too busy," I said, trying to find an excuse that wasn't needed.

"I'm not telling you so you'll feel sorry for me." He said, looking at me directly. "I'm telling you because I don't have anyone else to tell and that's a weird thing to realize about your own life."

Damn.

I thought about my dad saying I wasn't good enough and about all the things I'd never said to anyone because there was no one to say them to either.

Even if I did, they wouldn't get it. For example, how do I explain to someone how eager I was to suck my best friend's boyfriend dick.

"I get that." I said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." I said.

He looked at me for a long moment. Then he reached forward and refilled both our glasses and settled back into the couch and the distance between us was noticeably smaller than it had been a moment ago.

We talked for hours.

when it was late and the wine was gone and there was nothing left to hide behind. He told me about transferring schools and how lonely the first year had been. About how swimming was the only thing that felt like his when everything else felt borrowed.

I told him about my dad. About the comparisons and the disappointment and how I'd decided sophomore year that I was going to make captain just to have one thing that was entirely mine.

He went quiet when I said that.

"That was your spot." He said. "The captain position."

"It was going to be. Until someone stole it." I said.

"I didn't know."

"I know you didn't."

"I'm sorry, Tommy."

It was the first time he'd used my actual name.

Not rookie. Not Tom.

Tommy.

I felt it everywhere including my dick.

"It's fine." I said. My voice came out completely steady which was genuinely impressive given the circumstances.

"It's not fine." He said. "You worked for it."

"And you were better." I said honestly. "I was angry about it but you were better. The team needed you as captain."

He stared at me like I'd said something that didn't compute.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing." He said. "Just — Cole never says things like that."

"Like what?"

"Honest things." He said quietly. " He's only ever about some in his class or an annoying project."

The room was very still.

He was looking at me with that unreadable expression again except it was more readable than usual and what I was reading was making it very difficult to remember all the reasons this was a terrible idea.

He was close. Had been getting gradually closer over the past hour without either of us acknowledging it. Close enough that I could see the tiredness around his eyes and the slight tension in his jaw and the way his fingers were wrapped loosely around his empty wine glass.

"Adrian." I said quietly.

"I don't need your pity." He said. Just as quietly.

"I wasn't going to say anything."

"You were thinking loud." He said.

"That's not a thing."

"I think it is." He said.

We both gazed at each other . The moment stretched and I could swear he wanted the same thing I did.

His face was leaning in then his phone buzzed on the cushion between us.

Startled, we both looked at it.

Cole. Heading home actually. Couldn't focus. Be there in 20.

Adrian picked up the phone. Read it. Set it back down.

He stood up slowly and I stood up because he did and we were standing in my living room facing each other and twenty minutes was both forever and no time at all.

"I should go." He said.

"Yeah." I said.

He stayed still for a moment before he moved and picked up his jacket from the arm of the couch and walked to the door and I followed because apparently I was doing that now. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and turned to look at me one more time.

"Thursday." He said.

I blinked. "What?"

"Cole has a study group thing Thursday night." He said. "He'll be gone till late."

Then he left.

I stood at the closed door with my hand flat against it and my heart back flipping.

Was it what I was thinking or I was thinking wrong?

Adrian McCall just...

Fuck!

It's a date.