#scaraposting

After you change and settle down in Scara's big bed with a loose baggy t-shirt on and quiet music playing in the background, Scara is sitting cross-legged in front of his mirror, which is wedged between it and the wall. Your eyes widen when you see he's only in his typical baggy shorts, and he's wearing a black snap on bra. It makes you blush a little, but it's nothing new. He's comfortable doing it, so you're comfortable seeing it. The tension between you two isn't being helped by the way he glances at you through the mirror. You quickly look away and at his back while you but lotion on your sunburnt arms, noticing his usually pale, unblemished back is very red. You let out a little laugh and he huffs at you.

"You should've put sunscreen on, it's gonna hurt for a while, idiot," you tease. He gives a look of disinterest at you in the reflection, then back at himself.

"Just help me put some lotion on and shut up."

"Okay.." You don't know what else to say besides that, because the thought of rubbing your hands on him makes your mind draw a blank. Nevertheless, you stop putting the lotion on yourself and sit behind him, squirting the bottle onto your hands and rubbing them together. You nonchalantly rub it on his neck and shoulders, and he doesn't wince or say anything at all. He tries so hard to be cool and mess with your mind, you think...He's just making me do this to get on my nerves isn't he... You have to pull up the straps of his bra to get the burnt skin underneath, which feels weird to do, but girls probably help their friends out like this all the time, this is no different even if he's a guy. Your palms squeeze his slim, warm shoulders, and you try not to make eye contact with Scara in the mirror, because you know he's looking at you. Just waiting for you to mess up or something.

Your hands skip the clasp of his bra and start gently applying on the small of his back. But suddenly and without warning, he brings his hands back and undoes the clasp, letting the ends of his bra fall forward, and he stares at you through the mirror.

"What..are you doing, idiot?" You barely manage to get out right, glaring at him. You try to slow the fast pace of your heart and hope he doesn't notice that you're getting flustered. He only smirks.

"I was wearing tape, remember? That means all of my back is burned. Just deal with it and rub the lotion in. It's only my back."

"Whatever..." You glare at him then look at his back again, squirting more from the bottle and warming it with your hands. It's such a small thing, but for some reason it makes your face hot. He did it so casually too. "It's only my back" your ass. But you cooly return drawing your hands up and down slowly on his smooth skin. Very slowly. You squeeze his lovehandles for a fraction of a moment before going up and down again, rubbing your thumbs into his skin. Is this some sort of steamy massage or just helping your friend's skin feel relieved? At this point you don't care that much, you know what he's trying to do to you, and it's working. So you comply. Your fingers slip down under his waistband before jumping back up, your heart pounding in your ears. Okay, you can't do this anymore, you're done.

"Okay, I'm done," you quickly spit out and glance at him through the mirror, at his bra and then turn away to the edge of the bed. The silence is deafening to you, why hasn't he said anything this whole time, is he trying to make you anxious? It's just lotion for Christ's sake... The music doesn't help make things seem any better. Scara half scoffs, half laughs at your hastiness to be done, watching with half open eyes that you don't see as you take your own shirt off to heal your burns. You have your tape on like before, it's peeling a little from all the salt and shower water, but you don't really care, anything to keep your chest out of sight. You start applying the cream to your chest and stomach, turned away from Scara, but his cold hand suddenly lays flat on your back and makes you yelp! He chuckles and you turn around to him with a raised brow.

"What do you want, idiot..Can't you see I'm doing something."

"Let me put the cream on your back. Even if you're not as pale-skinned as me, you still need sunscreen too, you know. Stop being stupid and let me help."

Your heart races, but you won't say no to not having to do it on your own. So you hand him the bottle and he situates himself behind you, very close behind you, sitting on his legs with his thighs softly touching yours. You can feel his bra rubbing against your skin and it gives. You. Goosebumps. You have no idea why you're so flustered all of the sudden, maybe it's his cool demeanor, or his gentle voice, or the fact that you're both half naked, but the atmosphere is making your head light. He hums and rubs his hands together, softly and slowly gliding them across your shoulder blades, then they squeeze your neck. God, his fingers are so slender and smooth, making you let out a leveled breath to ground yourself. You try to make it sound more like a relaxed sigh as to not let him on that you're red in the face, but it comes out less than so. Just as you get ready for his hands to move further down your back, you feel him grab the tape on your left side and gently peel it back, easing it with lotion. You quickly jerk away and stare back at him, eyes wide.

"Woah woah woah, what're you doing??" Scara is just smiling. No, smirking at you. "I SAID what are you doing? It's not like I have burn marks under there, you know. I've had it on since we left."

Scara sighs and rolls his eyes. "Just let me do it. You've had it on a long time. It's just going to be us doing nothing for the rest of the day. Don't be senseless."

You look away in thought, just the idea of having your chest be in its natural state makes your heart sink a bit, but it's just as uncomfortable to have it on all day as it is to not. Plus, the way your cute best friend is looking at you in his cute little bra, sliding his slim little fingers under your tape, wanting it off...Well it makes you kind of crazy. You just look away from him quickly and mumble quietly, "Fine..." Your face reddens and you close your eyes, breath labored as you wait in anticipation..

Scara takes his time, sliding his fingers back and forth, sensually closing the distance between your breast and the air. You can hear his soft warm breath on the back of your neck, the music dancing around you two, like a rope tied around your neck, waiting for you to jump and for something scary to happen, and it does. The tape holding your boob back is pried off, and it falls to the front of your chest, making you cringe and look to the opposite side of the room. Scara says nothing, but you can feel him scoot closer, his thighs enveloping yours. You feel the rope tighten around your neck, you can breathe but only barely, the air is closing in as he starts on the other side, the gentle caress and massage of his thumb digging under the tape is making you dizzy, but you close your eyes harder, wishing this situation would just end. You feel your other boob come loose from the tape and fall forward, all that's left for you to do it remove it completely.

"Thanks.." You mutter, expecting him to go away, but he doesn't. As you peel the tape off , he's looking over your shoulder and drawing circles on your lower back. You almost ask him what he's doing, but you feel your body betray you, your mouth stays shut and your eyes droop with need. For some reason beyond your understanding, he watches and you don't stop him. It feels so good when he leans against you, his stomach against your back, god. You're left with your nipple covers, your hands coming to a slow. Before you can think of your next move, you feel Scara lean back, and the sound of his bra slipping off his shoulders and onto the bed stops you still in your tracks. Scara wraps his slender arms under your chest, and his hot boobs and soft nipples press against your skin. The rope clenches around your throat and snaps it completely, and you begin to softly shake. With an uneven breath, Scara's hands slide up to your chest, and you hold them with one hand, not wanting to feel your chest being touched. You turn around, your eyes half open with desire and fear to meet Scara's.

It makes your heart skip several beats to see the man which you once called your best friend, a guy so nonchalant you can't tell if he's being sarcastic or sincere, make the softest droopy puppy eyes and upturned eyebrows at you. He hides his pink face against your shoulder and mumbles something that sounds like 'Please...' You can't take it anymore and press him down on the bed, your shaky hand on his side, to which he just closes his eyes and lets his head fall to one side, chest bare and exposed to you. Your eyes finally meet his boobs. They're very small and perky, and he has the cutest, pinkest nipples you've ever seen. They rest on two mounds, practically begging to be touched. You lean down, your body between his two open legs, pressing down and gliding your nose along his neck. This feels really really strange to do to your friend, but you can't take it anymore, the rope has been snapped and there's no going back. You lick your lips and breathe in his warm, fresh scent, that one you've always liked. His breath is shaky now, and you can't tell if he's red from the burns or his blush, but it's so fucking cute either way. The way he's closing his eyes just waiting to be pleasured like the needy boy he is.

You kiss and nip his neck, gliding your hand up and squeezing his soft boob. He presses his stomach up to yours, making you groan, your finger rolling his hardening nip between your fingers. He holds back a whine, and it only spurs you on, the feeling of your chest enveloping his is breathtaking. God, it feels *so* good. Scara instinctively grabs your boob, which makes you blush more than it makes you cringe, drawing a hum from you that knots your stomach as his soft hand palms you slowly. You move lower, kissing up his other nipple, testing his boundaries by giving it a little lick. He turns redder somehow, whining and pressing his body up into yours. Is this the same guy you've been friends with for years? This needy little fuck? Your eyes roll closed as you squeeze and suck on his little boobs, the skin to skin feeling heavenly. Each little suck makes him squirm and let out the cutest little mewls, it's difficult to not get hard and bite down on him just to make him whine louder.

You hold his numb hands in yours, holding them against the bed as you hover your lips above his. Scara feels your labored breath and slowly opens his eyes, staring blurry-eyed back at you with a look at says 'Keep going. Take me. I'm yours.'

You crack.

You only softly kiss his lower lip and get up, pulling your baggy shirt back over yourself. You can't do this, it's too much for you. "I'm sorry.." you whisper. You take his tank top that's on the side of the bed and pull it over him, and he's now sitting up, staring at you with an expression unreadable. You look down to break eye contact, fear and insecurity taking you over. You take his hand, your face burning with embarrassment and shame. Tears start to form and he squeezes back.

"I'm sorry... I hate my chest a lot... You're my best friend Scara, but it scares me for you to see me like this." You laugh at yourself as the words come out. What do you even have to be afraid of? He clearly wants you and likes you as you are, so why does it make you ill?

Scara leans his head on your chest and pulls you down onto the bed, hiding his face in your shirt. His hand clinches at the fabric, wanting to pull you towards him. You hesitantly hold him, and it feels just as good as before. You regret putting your shirt on already, missing the skin on skin, but you feel safer like this. Scara whispers...

"Just shut up. You really are stupid aren't you?..."