#warrior 2011

“Looks like it to me,” he replied, his hood casting a shadow over his face, but that signature shit-eating smirk of his peeked through just a little.

You’d been friends since forever. But Tommy was always weird about the guys that you met. In high school, when you landed your first ever boyfriend, he’d insert himself everywhere—sudden plans for late-night drives or arcade runs he’d never cared about before. You’d figured he’d outgrow his possessiveness, but years later, it just seems to grow stronger.

“Why even bother with guys anymore? None of em lasted long anyway”

You shot back, “Uhhh maybe it’s because of you, asshole!” You huffed your cheeks and sunk down next to him, staring off into space while Tommy toys with the strings of his hoodie.

“You know…I actually did snag a date about a minute ago,” you lied, just to rile him up.

“Don’t be mad but…” You trailed off, biting your lip.

“But what?”

“He’s actually a friend of yours” you teased, poking the bear.

“Tch…whatever. Go for it. See if I care,” he grumbled.

Mission: Piss Tommy off—successful.

You giggled, leaning in to poke his cheek. “Aww, come on, Tommy. You can’t keep getting all worked up every time I mention a dude”.

He brushes you off, reaching over to grab his phone instead. You shift closer, snatching the phone from his grip, tossing it aside.

“Tell me why you hate the idea of me being happy, hmm?”

He scratched the back of his neck, eyes averting from yours, “Dunno.”

You nudged him again, swinging a leg over to straddle his lap like you’d done a dozen times before. His hands instinctively settled on your thighs, warm palms pressing down just right.

You thread your fingers through his hair, “Don’t lie to me, Tommy,” you whispered.

You shifted slightly, rubbing against him painfully slow, feeling the growing bulge in his jeans press up against your core. A soft whimper escaped his beautiful lips, his arms snaked around you, pulling you flush against his chest. His breath was warm against your neck as he buried his face in the crook.

“I just…don’t like sharing you,” he murmured as his grip tightens.

“You’re my best friend after all.”

His fingers traced the curve of your hips, brushing the hem of your shirt. You grinned, grinding down with a little more pressure, rubbing your heat against his erection in slow, teasing circles.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s this, Tommy?” you teased, your hand slipping between you, feeling him twitch under your touch.

“Getting all hard for your best friend? That’s not very platonic, is it?”

He groans softly, his hips bucking up involuntarily to chase the friction. “Shut up,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing under the hood.

You began to hump against him more rhythmically, “Aww, look at you, so worked up already. Bet you’d been thinking about this for years, huh? Jealous of all those guys because you wanted me all to yourself.”

Tommy’s breaths came in ragged pants, his hands gripped your ass to guide your movements, pulling you down harder. He was thrusting up desperately to meet your heat. The couch creaked under the motion. He was starting to lose control fast. Whimpers turned into desperate moans that were muffled against your skin.

Suddenly, he tensed, a strong shudder ripping through him as he came hard in his pants. He hid his face deeper in the crook of your neck. Flustered groans vibrated against your throat as his body trembled under your touch. You slowed your movements before coming to a stop, stroking his hair gently, allowing him to catch his breath.

“Oh my god, Tommy…did you just cum in your pants from me dry-humping you like that? Seriously, how long have you been wanting this? Be honest, you perv. Have you been jerking off to the thought of fucking your best friend? Come on, spill it. I wanna hear you say it.”

His face burns hotter than a furnace as he tries to hide deeper into your neck, mumbling incoherently.

“S-stop… fuck, don’t make me say it.”

You pulled back just enough to tilt his chin up, forcing him to meet your eyes, your thumb brushing his lower lip.

“Nuh-uh, no hiding. How long, Tommy? How long have you been dying to bury yourself deep inside me? Tell your best friend the truth”

His eyes darts away. He’s embarrassed as fuck now. Rightfully so.

“F-fuck… since forever, okay? Every time you dated some loser, I’d go home and…shit, I’d imagine it was me. Pinning you down, making you scream my name instead. Happy now? God, you’re evil.”

You bursted out laughing, pinching and pulling his cheeks aggressively before sliding off his lap, leaving him slumped on the couch.

“Aww my big, tough Tommy has been pining like a lovesick puppy for decades. But hey, at least you finally admitted it—gold star for you.”

He groans, covering his face with both hands, utterly wrecked and humiliated. His hips shifts uncomfortably as the post-nut clarity hits him like a truck.

“You’re the worst…”