“Oh my god.” I slap my hands over my eyes on instinct. Wait, is this some kind of role play booty call? Did he call me over here to help him out?
“Wats,” he gasps, and yup, my cock loves the sound of my name in that breathless, ragged tone.
“What’s, um…what’s going on?” I ask, my voice sounding high and frantic as I part my fingers for a quick peek. He’s biting his bottom lip, his fingers clenched tight against the pillow. His chest and stomach are streaked with drying cum. Fuck, that’s hot. But wait, did he start without me?
“Please don’t laugh, but I have a vibrator lodged in my ass, and I can’t get it out.”
“What?” I drop my hands and gape at him in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Who the hell would make up such a humiliating liiiie,” he gasps, arching his hips. “Dammit, please help me.”
“What do you want me to do? Should I take you to the hospital?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t…” He swallows hard, panting as he clenches his jaw. “I need it out now.”
“How deep is it? I mean, can you still feel it with your fingers?”
He nods. “I can’t get a grip on it though. What do I do?”
“I don’t know, this has never happened to me. I always use big dildos I suction to the wall,” I answer honestly.
Ev groans. “Oh my god, don’t talk dirty right now.”
“Sorry, sorry,” I grimace. “Okay, so if you can’t get it out, I guess I should try?”
“What? No, there has to be a way I can get it out myself.”
“Right,” I say sarcastically. “You can totally get it out yourself. You just called me because you wanted an audience while you do it?”
A sound escapes him that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Fine, just help me.”
“Okay.” I nod resolutely. I can totally do this. It’s definitely not weird to fish a vibrator out of a friend’s ass. “Do you think you can get on your hands and knees?”
His hands tighten on the pillow, and he grunts before managing to roll onto his stomach and push himself onto all fours. I bite my tongue against a whimper that threatens to escape at the sight of his round, muscular ass on full display, his balls pulled tight against his body, his hard cock swinging between his legs.
My dick throbs, not giving a single fuck about the medical emergency at hand.
“Behave,” I mutter under my breath at my over excited cock.
When he feels me get on behind him, he drops his arms down, folding them and resting his head, keeping his ass high in the air, his legs spread enough that I can get a peek at his hole, slightly swollen from being played with and wet with lube. My cock pulses again as I reach forward and part the globes of his ass. “Oh my god,” I murmur to myself. I can’t decide if I was very good or very bad in a past life to end up in this situation.
Ev moans, his hips twitching, my stomach fluttering with heat and desire. Focus, I scold myself.
“Okay, I’m just going to, um…slip my finger inside and see what I can feel.” My voice is tight, Ev’s muscles trembling under my touch as I use one hand to keep his cheeks spread and slip a finger inside the constricted heat of his hole.
“Ohhhh,” he groans. “Sorry, fuck, sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him. My finger meets the hard plastic of the toy. “I can feel it,” I say triumphantly.
“Get it out,” he pleads.
“Hold on.” I ease my finger out and add a second one to help. I can feel it easily, but it’s not easy to get a grip on it. I try to pin it down to sort of inch it out, but all that seems to do is press it harder against his prostate. He trembles and moans, canting his hips and muttering apologies through clenched teeth. I do my best to ignore my painfully hard cock as I try one more time, still unable to get a good hold on it.
“Sorry, I have to add one more finger,” I apologize, and Ev grunts, not sounding terribly upset by the idea. I pinch my thumb and two forefingers close together and ease them inside. “Bear down for me.”
I find the vibrator again, and this time, I’m able to get a grip on the base. “Got it,” I say, pulling it out slowly so I won’t hurt him. When it pops free, he sighs with relief, collapsing forward. I turn the toy off and toss it aside, wiping my fingers, now slick with the remnants of lube inside him, on the comforter.
“Well, that was an adventure,” I say lightly, looking away from Ev’s prone, naked body, his glorious ass still fully on display.
He gives a rusty, weak laugh, keeping his face buried in a pillow.
“This was officially the most mortifying experience of my life. But thank you for helping. I owe you one,” he says, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Tell you what, I’ll skip getting anything stuck up my ass, but you can totally repay the fingering sometime,” I joke to lighten the mood. He finally pulls his face out of the pillow to gape at me.
“Come on, after this, there’s no way you want to revisit what we started last weekend.”
Leaning my back against his headboard, sitting on the bed with my legs outstretched, and I give him a you have to be joking look. “Please, you think this is all it takes to scare me off?” I joke. But, fuck, he’s giving me the perfect opening to tell him what I already resolved to say. We should stay friends. I’ve been rehearsing it all week. I need to tell him, just let him down gently so we can go back to being friends only.
“But you said you weren’t sure,” he reminds me.
I’m sure it’s a bad idea, just fucking say it, I scold myself.
But…
If things are going to go down in flames eventually, I can at least get another shot with that perfect ass of his, right? It’s such a bad idea, but I want it so much. Not just his ass. I want another taste of his lips. I like that I’m the person he wanted to call to help him out of such a humiliating situation. I really fucking like him, and maybe a little heartbreak will be worth it?
“I’m not sure, but let’s see what happens anyway.” If I didn’t feel the words forming on my own lips, I wouldn’t think they were mine.
“Yeah?” he asks, a smile creeping over his lips.
It’s my chance to back out, but I don’t want to. I really don’t want to. “Yeah,” I say, returning his smile.
“So, just to be clear, you’re going to let me take you on a date?” he checks again as if he’s afraid I’m going to change my mind at any second.
“Yes, we’re going to go on a date,” I agree, barely able to contain my smile.
“Good. Now, I should probably shower and mend my bruised ego tonight, and I’ll text you to work out the details tomorrow?”
“You got it.” I agree, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “And new rule, nothing up your ass that doesn’t have a wide base on it, got it?”
“Got it,” he agrees with a chuckle.
I drive home with a huge grin on my lips and a strange combination of lust and amusement dancing through me. Weirdest night of my life.
Chapter 13
Everett