Chapter 4: Together

And he started walking toward me.

Not a word. Not a smirk.

Just steps.

Measured. Purposeful.

My breath caught.

My hand stilled.

The air shifted.

And in that moment — with his body lit by hotel lamp haze, cock swinging slightly with each step, face unreadable — every part of me was screaming.

And none of it made sense.

David stopped at the edge of my bed.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t grin. Just looked at me with this unreadable intensity, like he was searching for something on my face he hadn’t dared to look for before.

My mouth went dry.

My heart? Slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.

We were best friends. Had been since we were kids. We’d done every dumb thing together—snuck beers in 8th grade, crashed prom after-parties, shared shitty high school hookups.

But this?

This was something else.

I was still under the blanket, but it didn’t matter. My erection had a mind of its own, and my skin felt electric, like it could catch fire just from the heat in his stare.

And then ... he moved.

Not fast. Not aggressive. Just one knee sinking onto the mattress beside me, then the other, his weight dipping the bed, his body warm and close and there.

David was on top of me.

Literally.

Like, knee-on-the-bed, cock-in-my-face, sweaty-naked-best-friend kind of on top.

I should’ve been panicking. Screaming. Making some dumb “no homo” joke and throwing a blanket over my boner like we weren’t two college bros seconds away from doing something that could nuke our entire friendship.