Best Friends... Dedicated to West End Boy.

Mark took him home, he would prefer taking Dave to an ER, but he refused. At least the stomach injury had stopped bleeding. He sat him on the bed and helped him take his shirt off. Their stares met, both in silence.

“The injury is shallower than I thought”, Mark said with relieve.
“Please go. I need to be alone”.
“You need to be taken care of. I’ll clean the wound”.
“I’ll do it by myself”.
“Cut the shit! I’ll do it”.
“I’m not a baby, you know”.
“Then stop acting like one. Getting into fights is not a very adult behavior”.
“I like pain”.
“No, you don’t. You think I don’t know, but I do. I’ve always known and I don’t mind”.
“Go. Just get out of here!” Dave yelled.
“I won’t. I can’t, I’m sorry”.
“Then do your shit and leave”, his voice got sadder.
“How can you ask me that? I’m your only friend, remember?”
“I prefer being alone. I can’t stand this anymore”.
“Just let it go”.
“Can you see that I can’t? I’ve tried, but you’re always there. Can you just fucking go?!”
“I’ve tried to be like you. I wish I were, but I’m not”.
“Then stop torturing me with your presence”.
“You’ll get killed one of these days. I just want you to be safe. You need someone to take care of you”.
“I’ll hire a nurse”.
“You’re my best friend. I worry about you”.
“…You don’t mind”.
“You misunderstood me. I meant to say that it doesn’t make any difference in the way I see you. I just want you to be happy”.
“Then clean the wound and walk”.
“If that’s what you want—“
“You know what I want”.
“I would if I could…”

Mark went to the bathroom and came back with gauze and a bottle of alcohol. He kneeled in front of his friend.

“This is gonna burn”.
“Like I care…”

He wetted the gauze with the alcohol and softly cleaned the blood on Dave’s stomach. His skin was soft; his entire chest was corded with muscles. Mark lifted his eyes to meet Dave’s face, his sad expression affected him. He seemed desolated, so lost.

“Just once”, Mark said.
“What?”
“I’ll kiss you once, so you know what it’s like”.
“I don’t need your pity”.
“It’s not pity. Is a gift, the biggest I could ever give you”.
“No”.
“Yes”, Mark said putting his hand on Dave’s neck, facing him.

Mark moved closer, their stares fixed on each other’s. He put himself between Dave’s legs and laid his free hand on his waist. Then softly started to get closer and closer to his mouth and when their lips finally met, everything else disappeared. It was supposed to be a short friendly kiss, but it became something else.

Suddenly neither of them wanted to stop. Both were so into the kiss that almost forgot to breath. Sweet wasn’t enough to describe Dave’s mouth; heavenly seemed to be the most accurate synonym, though. Mark’s arms surrounded him slowly, he wanted him close. He wanted him so bad.

Mark’s brain just stopped. Regrets could wait a couple hours… or eight. He softly pushed Dave back and covered him with his body. His lips went to his neck and chest. Damn! He tasted so good.

Dave’s parted lips started to moan, his hands caressing Mark’s back. He gathered the courage to put his hands under Mark’s shirt and felt his skin. As Mark didn’t reject his touch, he helped him taking his shirt off. Now their chests were skin on skin, and it felt so fucking right!

Both could feel each other’s erections through their pants. Mark’s hand went down and grabbed Dave’s cock shyly. When Dave answered with a louder moan, he rubbed it a little harder. It was big, hard as a stone and he wanted to know what it tasted like. He undid Dave’s pants and started to go down leaving a trail of wet kisses. He had never done something like it before and didn’t know why he wanted it so much. His mouth was thirsty for him, but didn’t put Dave’s cock immediately inside his mouth. First, he licked it from base to top. Dave’s hips moved compulsively back and forth, desperate for more… Mark started to suck hard. Dave’s hands were on his hair and his back was arched.

“I love your taste” Mark whispered.
“You need to stop…”
“And you need to shut up”.

Mark continued sucking and licking until Dave burst on his mouth. And he totally loved it. Then he made Dave turn around, and kissed his back while taking his pants off.

“Mark, don’t—” Dave murmured.
“Shhh, save it for later”

He entered in Dave’s body softly, while whispering on his left ear how good it felt. He was warm and tight.

“Did I hurt you?”
“No” said Dave with a hiss.
“Do you still want me to stop?” He asked still inside of him.
“No, I’ll kill you if you do”
“Good, because I wasn’t anyway”, he laugh quietly.

He kept moving, now faster and faster. One of his hands was on Dave’s right hip; while the other was intertwine with Dave’s. When reaching the orgasm, Mark held Dave’s hand harder and bit his nape to suffocate a shout.

“Are you ok?” Dave asked while turning around to face Mark.
“I wanna do it again…”
“This isn’t a—“. Mark kissed him deep and held him tight in his arms.
“I think I should move”. He said.
“Move where?”
“Here, you silly”
“I beg your Pardon?”
“As I wanna do this every day, I think the smartest thing to do is moving in here”.
“Don’t play with me Mark”.
“I was blind, ok? Too scare to notice I was in love with you”.
“I thought you’ll never—“
“I was wrong ...Now, what do you say?”