TWO BEST-FRIENDS FUCK (I)

Jace and Kayla had been best friends for years, spending nearly every weekend together. Now, it was another quiet Saturday afternoon, and the two of them were in Kayla’s bedroom, seated on her the couch, the familiar comfort of her home wrapping around them like always.

The TV was on, but neither of them was watching. Flickering light from some random action movie danced across her room walls. Jace had picked the movie without thinking, scrolling mindlessly and hitting play on the first thing that popped up. He didn’t know the title and didn’t really care.

Kayla was curled up beside him, her legs tucked beneath her and her hoodie slipping off one shoulder. She looked tired, not the kind that needed sleep, but the kind that came from thinking too much.

Her phone suddenly lit up on the table. But she didn’t check it.

“Luke again?” Jace asked, his voice low and laced with quiet tension beneath the casual tone.

Kayla shrugged. “Probably. He’s mad I didn’t come over after work. He said we don’t connect emotionally anymore.”

Jace let out a dry scoff, shaking his head as he slouched deeper into the couch. “That’s rich,” he muttered. “He barely listens when you talk.”

Kayla didn’t answer right away. Her eyes shifted to him, then narrowed a little, before she turned to face him. Her legs were still tucked under her and the flicker of the TV painted soft shadows across her face.

“Don’t act like you’re doing any better,” she said, her voice low and brisk. “I saw your texts with Ava. Still a no?”

“She’s still saving herself.” Jace tilted his head back. “Which I respected at first. I still do. But now it just feels like she doesn’t even want me like that. I don’t think she’s into me that way.”

Kayla exhaled slowly. “Guess none of our relationships are working out, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jace said. “I guess not.”

“You ever feel like… you’re trapped in a relationship out of loyalty instead of desire?” she asked Jace turning her gaze to him.

Jace turned his gaze toward her also as he responded. “Every damn day.”

Kayla gave a tired smile. “Luke doesn’t satisfy me. It’s the same thing every time. No foreplay, no asking what I want. He just cums and turns away like I don’t even matter.”

“Damn.” Jace shook his head. “That’s rough.”

“Yeah. I fake my orgasm all the time just to get it over with,” she said, voice flat. Then, after a beat, she added, “Sometimes I close my eyes and think about something else while he’s fucking me.”

Jace stayed silent, just listening.

“And then I feel like shit after,” Kayla said, her voice quieter now, eyes fixed on the floor. “He’s not even a bad guy. He’s just… not good in bed.”

Jace shifted his weight and draped his arm behind her shoulders, just barely brushing her neck. “You know, sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if we never dated other people and just dated each other.”

Kayla shifted her gaze and stared at Jace, her brows pulling together. “We would’ve destroyed each other.”

“Probably,” he said with a faint laugh. “But it would’ve been fun as hell. At least for a while.”

She laughed quietly, then went quiet again. Her eyes dropped to his hand resting behind her shoulder.

“Do you ever think about having sex with other people?” Kayla asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I do.”

She exhaled slowly, her voice dropping as she spoke. “I’m sex-starved, Jace. I just want someone to fuck me right—so damn bad.”

Jace watched her closely, noticing how she avoided his eyes and how her knees kept inching closer to his.

“How about we fuck?” Jace said, eyes locked on hers. His voice was low, but steady. “We’re close. So it wouldn’t be weird. It’s better than hooking up with some randos just to orgasm.”

Kayla hesitated, her lips parting like she might argue, but she didn’t. She looked at him for a long moment before finally speaking.

“Yeah…” she said quietly. “I guess just once wouldn’t be so bad.”

“You think it’d mess things up?” he asked.

“Probably,” she said. “But right now I don’t care.”

She moved first.

Her hand slid across the couch cushion and came to rest on his thigh, caressing it through the fabric of his pants.

Jace didn’t stop her.

“I just want to cum,” she whispered.

“Yeah me too,” he said, voice thick. “It’s been long since I had a good fuck.” He said, leaning in.

He raised his hand and placed it on her jaw, gently tilting her face toward him. Kayla didn’t say anything or move, she just stayed still and parted her lips slightly in anticipation.

Jace placed his lips on hers. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow, warm, deliberate, and searching, like he needed to feel everything at once.

His lips moved over hers with a hunger that felt long suppressed. She kissed him back, fingers gripping his thigh, tugging him closer until their bodies were pressed together, no space left between them.

Everything around them faded into nothing.

There was only the heat and the way his mouth claimed hers like he had no intention of ever pulling away. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t teasing. It was raw, filled with a lot of emotions, years of tension, denial, and unanswered want.

Kayla’s grip tightened on Jace’s shirt as his hand moved beneath hers, slow and deliberate.

Her hands moved over his body, grabbing his chest, touching his neck, slipping under his shirt like she couldn’t get enough of him. Her breathing turned quick and uneven, making her look like she was struggling to stay in control.

Jace deepened the kiss, and Kayla let out a moan against his mouth. His hands moved to her waist, then lower, holding her firmly.

Then he pulled back just slightly, his mouth moving from hers to her jaw, leaving warmth against her skin with every slow touch.

“Kayla,” he murmured against her jaw, voice low and rough. “You sure about this?”

She nodded slowly, before her voice came, thick and strained.

“Don’t ask me that right now.”

“Why not?” Jace asked her.

“Because if I think about it, I’ll stop.” Kayla replied.

She reached for the hem of Jace’s shirt, lifted it halfway, then paused. Her fingers clenched the fabric for a while, then released it.

“I hate that I want this,” Kayla said, her voice barely audible.

Jace reached for her face, his rough palm resting gently against her cheek. “Then tell me to back off.”

She didn’t say a word.

Instead, her hands found his shirt again, and she slid it off in one swift motion.

His mouth moved to her neck, and she tilted her head to give him more. Her hands trembled as she unzipped her hoodie, sliding it off one arm, then the other. Underneath, she wore a tank top with no bra.

He stared at her chest, breathing uneven.

“I shouldn’t be seeing you like this,” Jace muttered.

“Then look away.”

Jace didn’t. Instead, he leaned in, and their bodies met again. He pressed her back against the edge of the bed, his lips brushing down her collarbone, then lower. She gasped as his tongue traced over her skin making her back arch under the slow glide of his hands along her sides. As his hand lowered, she tensed, and he felt it.

“Hey,” Jace said, voice low. “We don’t have to do this.”

She shifted slightly, then covered her face with her hand. “I know. But I want to.’”

“Wanting doesn’t make it right.”

Her voice cracked. “Neither does lying in bed with someone who barely touch me.”

Jace sighed, then gently pulled her hands away from her face. His hands slid to her hips, gripping her firmly, holding her steady as their foreheads came together.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this tomorrow?” he said.

“It know I will.” She bit her lip. “But I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m satisfied when I’m not.”

Jace exhaled softly and rose from the couch. With quiet intent, he lifted Kayla and set her down on her feet, his fingers grazing slowly down her thighs. But as his hand slipped beneath her shorts, she flinched not from fear, but from the weight of what it meant.

She caught his wrist. “Wait.”

Jace froze.

“I want you to touch me,” Kayla said softly, “but not like I’m just some girl you want to fuck.”

“You’re not.”

“Then prove it.”