just got to have you by my side

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The two of them had fucked and sucked their way to the only fallout they’d ever had, and whatever olive branch Dawsey had been trying to extend to the other man had been interrupted by... them trying to do the exact thing that had landed them in this mess to begin with. Sufficed to say, he knew that his next move would be enough to render the other man speechless. Sidney exhaled slowly as he felt the sweet release as his hand made contact with his cock, soothing him momentarily as he tried to draw his attention back to the conversation they both knew they needed to have. If everything went according to plan, they’d have their chat wrapped up in no time, and he’d be able to enjoy the sweet press of Dawsey’s lips wrapped around his growing erection. 

What he hadn’t anticipated was the soft, puppy dog eyes that were now staring into his own as Dawsey kneeled at his feet. Sidney thought he might come in his pants there and then, the sight of his best friend on his knees enough to send his mind – and cock – into overdrive. He’d spent years of his life dreaming up this exact image, and now it seemed to be his reality. 

“I missed you too,” was all Sidney managed to get out, low and guttural. 

Dawsey’s fingers were digging into the meat of his thigh as another sound broke containment, tearing from Sidney’s throat when he felt the press of his best friend’s face against his crotch. He cried out, his free hand flying out against his will to rest atop Dawsey’s head. His fingers carded through his hair, gripping tight as he gave a careful tug. So, they were really doing this? Dawsey wasn’t holding back, he wasn’t using his wife as some sort of insane buffer to excuse his actions? And he wasn’t avoiding the harsher truth of what Sidney had been up to while they were apart. There were no secrets left between them, not anymore. He knew Sidney was gay, and he didn’t care. 

If anything, he seemed jealous. He seemed desperate and petulant as his saliva left a stain on the front of Sidney’s jeans. 

“That depends,” Sidney groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily against the other man’s mouth. “Have you been thinking about me while you weren’t fucking your wife?” 

It was a dirty card to play, but it wasn’t as if either of them had shown many signs of a great moral compass lately. His other hand continued to palm at his own cock and he sighed prettily, feeling the pre-come that leaked against his fingers. Selfishly, desperately, he pulled his hand free and held his sticky fingers out for the other man, his thumb pressed against the parting of his mouth, prising his lips apart as he invited himself in. 

“None of them got me off like you,” he sighed, eyes fluttering shut. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, was it? 

All in all, Sidney knew that night had irreversibly fucked up Dawsey’s marriage, but he didn’t sound contrite. Instead, he sounded satisfied and Dawsey couldn’t do anything but feed into it.

“I think about you all the time. Sid,” Dawsey said, denim rubbing his lips sore.

He panted roughly, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to keep the two of them on track while still making sure to enjoy the sensation of Sidney’s fingers massaging his scalp and gripping his hair. Perhaps this was the best way for them to talk, with Dawsey practically on all fours as Sidney stood above him, snide words dripping from his lips. God, Dawsey was so hard it hurt.

Allowing his best friend to nudge his head back slightly, he parted his lips obediently the moment Sidney’s thumb pressed against his mouth. Staring up at him through half-lidded eyes, Dawsey leaned forwards and sucked it into his mouth, tongue pressing against his fingernail as he moaned.

His moans only increased the more Sidney spoke, and suddenly the polished, AI-generated images of hot men that had been popping into Dawsey’s head for weeks now, fucking Sidney six ways from Sunday, suddenly became  lot less intimidating. They had less defined six-packs and greasier hair, instead of what he had previously pictured, which was nothing short of his worst fucking nightmare. Now, they were Dawsey’s competition, but competition he could handle, especially if Sidney was actually telling the truth right now.

“They didn’t?” he asked, not caring how pathetic his desperation for validation was. 

His grip on Sidney’s jeans tightened as he pressed his face against the other man’s crotch once more, breathing heavily, soft whines sounding from him as he did everything but mount Sidney’s leg right in the middle of the living room.

“I wanted to call you but then you’d post about being with someone new and…” His movements faltered a little, embarrassment suddenly taking over. 

As Dawsey flushed a bright red, he sighed to himself, his forehead pressing against Sidney’s hip as he tried to get his breath back. Licking his lips, he screwed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to take comfort in the feeling of Sidney’s hand still stroking his hair. After a few seconds of silence, he drew back enough to sit back on his heels and look up at Sidney, humiliation written plainly across his face.

“I didn't think you wanted me,” he confessed.

Given the torture of the past few weeks of his life, he knew he was acting insane. There should be nothing surprising about his best friend liking him but given the current context of their bodies pressed together, lips needily chasing whatever patch of skin they could reach, it was like his own personal horny equivalent to the fucking big bang theory. Dawsey liking him back was significantly more important than the creation of the earth and all its creatures. 

His mind ran wild with a bizarre cocktail of sweet, deluded romanticism mixed in with just all-out arousal at everything he’d teased his best friend with already. They’d fucked before, of course – how could he forget the very thing that had seemingly driven them apart and back together again – but this time was different, wasn’t it? That’s why they needed to talk. Dawsey hadn’t shown up solely to let Sidney down gently, or if he had then he was doing a pretty rotten job of it. 

“Oh, but I can just,” Sidney laughed, his hand still pressed lightly to the other man’s crotch. He gave one, gentle stroke of the fabric, a barely there touch that was somehow still enough to drive Dawsey wild in his current state.  

He had every intention of making good on his promise, but he knew they needed to talk. It was either going to be the hardest conversation of both of their lives or – if the visible line of Dawsey’s thick cock against the fabric of his jeans was any indication – the easiest. He slipped his hand away from his best friend’s crotch, instead sliding it up his shirt to gently pinch his nipple between his fingers, all the while prising his mouth open one last time with the wet slip of his tongue. He kissed him hard and fast, filling the other man’s mouth with low guttural moans and a string of saliva as he pulled away, spitting into Dawsey’s mouth with smug satisfaction as he recalled the effect it had on him the last time he’d done it. 

“I promise to show you just how much I like you when you’re good,” he reiterated, before abruptly withdrawing his touch. 

He untangled himself from Dawsey with ease, pushing to his feet and ignoring the ache he felt between his own thighs. He was as hard as a rock and there wasn’t a pair of trousers that could contain the state of his erection, but for once in his life it wasn’t his priority right now. He slipped a hand down the waistband of his jeans, readjusting his boxers before taking himself in hand, just for one brief second, relishing in the sweet release of his own touch. 

Then, with one hand on his cock and his gaze darkening as he met Dawsey’s eyes where he stood, he asked; “Why did you come here tonight, Daws?” 

As soon as Sidney’s hand was removed from between his legs, he wanted to throw a tantrum. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this downright petulant. Even Evie had already outgrown some level of childhood immaturity, but Dawsey was giving her younger, spoiled self a run for her money. His legs thrashed a little as he plastered both hands to his face, groaning into them.

“Sidney,” he pleaded, knowing that when he eventually looked up, his friend would be grinning at him with that smug, absurdly handsome smile.

He opened and closed his mouth, entertaining the notion that he wasn’t entirely above begging. The promise of I’ll be good sat on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t think he was brave enough to say something so bold.

Not that there was anything subtle about everything else he was doing right now.

He craned his neck, desperate for the parting kiss Sidney gave him, mouth open and willing. His eyes widened the minute his friend spat into his mouth, practically rolling back into his head. He’d done it twice that night with Lauren and then every night since in Dawsey’s late night fantasies. Swallowing greedily, a moan met the other man’s saliva halfway up his throat and he tipped his head back against the arm of the couch, temporarily sated.

“Guess it’s talking we’re going for,” he mumbled unhappily when Sidney crawled off him. He knew it was a conversation that they needed to have, he just wished there was a way he was able to tell Sidney everything he needed to say with a tongue in his mouth and a hand down his pants.

Speaking of.

Dawsey sat up, pushing his hair back from his forehead, only to freeze like his whole body had taken a screenshot. He watched as Sidney casually stuck his hand down the front of his jeans, gripping himself. He could almost picture his friend’s long, tan fingers wrapped around his length, although you’d never think it was having any effect on the other man, what with how calmly Sidney was talking.

“I…” Dawsey began. He blinked, mouth flooding with saliva as he stared at Sidney, at where his hand disappeared into his trousers.

“I came here to see you,” he breathed, eyes still tracking the movement of the other man’s hand.

Suddenly, like a man who’d never considered the concept of dignity in his life, Dawsey slid off the sofa and landed on his knees with a thud. Breathing shallow, he shuffled forward until his hands were on Sidney’s thighs.

“I wanted to talk to you. I missed you and I needed to make sure you still… that we were still…” A ragged breath shuddered out of him as he leaned forward. With a soft whimper, he pressed his face into the front of Sidney’s jeans, right at his crotch. “Wanted to make sure you still thought about me while you were fucking all those other guys.”

Grip tightening on the other man’s legs, Dawsey mouthed wetly at the bulge in front of him, soft moans spilling out of him.

This was a good compromise on the talking.