Spring Break, Day 1 [MF] [bd] [romance]

Day 1
My flight got in late, but with spring break just starting delayed travel was expected. I worked my way through the terminal towards the baggage claim. I saw him before he saw me. Drake’s back was turned with his nose buried in his phone. I crept as quietly as I could, silently stalking, then with a war cry, I lept onto his back.
“Hi!” I almost shouted.
“Jesus, Charlie! You trying to kill me?” He said, laughing and pulling me in for a hug. “How was the flight?”
“Long and boring. And I’m starving!”
“Rosie’s?” He offered.
Normally I’d jump at the chance, but the long, cramped plane ride had me feeling agitated and uncomfortable. “Eh. What about take out and we’ll just hang out at your place?”
“No worries, dude. Rosie’s will be there.”
Drake grabbed my bag, slinging it over one of his broad shoulder, and lead me to his car.

We had been fast friends in the early years. Drawn to one another by a shared interest in nerd-dom and the ostracizing affect that it came with. Quickly we had become inseparable, and as time passed we found many other shared interests. Despite our closeness and raging hormones, however, there had never been a sexual tension between us growing up. I suppose we just didn’t see each other in that way. He was always dating cheerleader types, which I was a far cry from, and I was more interested in girls anyway. As we became young adults, we talked about it once, both agreeing that the bond we had was too important to risk, and that it would feel like fucking your sibling. He was the brother I never had.
After graduation life pulled us in separate directions. Both of us attended colleges out of state, Drake landing a football scholarship, me working on my masters in art history. But once a year, always for spring break, we would spend the week together. A tradition we had since the fourth grade. This year was my turn to visit him, which I always preferred. Compared to my place, Drake lived in the lap of luxury.

We settled into his apartment. I dished out the Chinese food while he browsed for a movie to put on. Ultimately, we ignored the film and spent the next few hours bullshitting, reminiscing, and catching up on each other’s lives. He had been through a rough break up on New Years with the girl he’d been dating for over a year, and my last ex had pulled a knife on me in a fit of jealous rage. Howls of laughter rang out as we teased one another about our shitty luck, and poked fun at the other’s taste in women.

I had excused myself to the bathroom, taking the opportunity to change into my jammies. A soft, dark blue flannel shirt that was two sizes too big, and white basketball shorts with my university’s team logo blazened on the sides. I put my hair upon a messy ponytail and emerged. I heard Drake’s voice summoning me from down the short hallway.
Stepping into the bedroom, I saw Drake sitting on the bed. He had changed his clothes too, now in a ratty pair of black sweatpants, with a faded university t-shirt. Then I noticed the old video game console. A mess of cables lead from the console to a modest wall-mounted TV. I had a sneaking suspicion, but when I recognized the game cartridge I knew.
“You bastard.” I said.
“Oh come on, bitch. I’ve been dying to kick your ass.”
An old rivalry had spawned from this very game nearly twenty years ago. It was one of those early fighting games. We were both good, and it was one of the few things I could compete against Drake in and have fair odds of winning. It had a dark side, however. More times than I could remember we ended up in physical tussles over the outcome of the game. Mostly just wrestling around, but there were the occasional black eyes and split lips.
“That thing is evil! Cursed!” I hissed.
“Only when you’re losing.” He gave his best evil laugh.
“Which isn’t gonna to be tonight!”
“I’ll believe it when I see it. Grab your controller and park your ass!”

The flannel was already loose, and with the top two buttons left unfastened, as I scooped up the second controller I inadvertently gave Drake an eyeful of boobs. I was clueless to this until I gazed up and saw him staring. I looked down at myself, snatched the shirt closed and cried out with mock-horror. “Avert your eyes, ya perv!”
I was entirely kidding. We had seen each other naked plenty of times and thought nothing of it. However, this time I noticed a blush creeping over his cheeks. He looked about to make a witty comeback but swallowed his words with an audible gulp. I just shook my head, then flicked on the console’s power switch and plopped onto the bed.
“So, nipple piercings.” Drake said, as casually as he could.
I would’ve laughed had my own blush not taken me. For all the times he had seen them, he had never commented on my tits before.
“Got them last summer.” I added, desperate to fill the sudden awkward silence.
“Oh. Nice… rings?”
“Do you want me to just whip my tits out?” I smiled widely, looking him square in the eyes, while my hands grabbed yeh collar of my flannel and pulled it partially open. I wanted to psyche him out before gaming. As he turned his face away, blushing furiously, I knew I had him. I turned to the TV, controller in hand.
“Are you ready now?” I teased.
He cleared his throat, “Let’s do this thing.”

“Fuck!” I shouted, mashing the buttons as fast as I could. No use. The cheesy victory music played. My character was a twitching heap on the ground as Drake’s struck a pose. I threw the controller while he threw his head back, laughing maniacally.
“I almost had you!” I cried.
“You wish.” He teased.
“Asshole.” I shoved him and he just laughed louder.
“Go again?”
“Fuck off.” I hopped off the bed in a rage, bending over to shut the old console down. His hand smacked my ass hard. I yelped and spun around. Glaring death but too furious to put my words together, I just stood there fuming.
“Oh no!” He cried mockingly, “I’m so scared!”
I could tell he wanted to fight. I wanted to also, despite the fact that I always lost. He had at least six inches on me and nearly a hundred pounds of trained muscle. I never stood a chance but he knew how to push my buttons, especially when I was already rilled up.
“You’re dead!” I lunged right at the center of him, but he easily evaded me.
“Nope!” He chided, spinning away and rising to stand, then delivering another spank as I hit the mattress where he had been sitting. The spanking was not something new between us, but this last one was different. There was a squeeze at the end. It was very brief but I absolutely felt it, and when I felt it my body responded. The familiar tingle that caused all my pelvic muscles to clench.
I climbed back to my feet, hands balled up in fists, and immediately he buried his fingers into my ribs. “Don’t you dare.. nooooo!” I started laughing uncontrollably, writhing and thrashing to get away from the tickling. He followed my steps, eventually backing me to the wall. Cornered and desperate, I slapped at his arms and grabbed at his hands.
“I’m gonna– kill you!” I said, between breathless laughter.
In the blink of an eye he flipped his hands around, grabbing my wrists and forcing my arms back against the wall.

I was pinned, but I wasn’t done. I thrashed against him as best as I could, growling and whipping my head from side to side. It took a moment for me to register that his taunting laugh had stopped. When I finally ceased my struggling, he was staring down at me. His face was blank but I could see the mental gears spinning behind his dark eyes.
“What?“ I asked, the last of my giggling dying down. After a pause, I tried twisting my wrists free again to no avail. “What!?”
He leaned in and kissed me. The whole thing was over in an instant. Our lips had barely touched and he was already pulling away. I was floored. My mind utterly frozen, I could only stare back at him.
“Shit.” He muttered. Releasing my arms, he took a step backwards. “I’m sorry, Char. That was.. stupid. It–“
I didn’t let him finish. The shock hadn’t dissipated yet when I moved forward, one hand sliding to the back of his head, and locked my lips onto his. It was like kissing a statue, but there was a certain satisfaction to his surprise. A sort of payback. I had just started to pull away when he called my bluff. His arms closed around me and his mouth came alive. As I felt his tongue play across my lips, my legs tried to liquify and my free hand clenched onto his shirt. Feeling my collapse, he pushed me back against the wall again. Drake’s hands began to grope me through my clothes. Eager and excited, but skillful and so strong. My tongue met his and I sighed through a small shudder.
“Wait–” I said, breaking away from the kiss but only long enough to speak. “We shouldn’t–”
“We’re not–” He replied, taking his own brief pause.
“I mean it– this is– Drake–” My hands swept under his tee, raking his back and pulling him closer.
“Say stop– and we’ll stop–” His lips began to migrate. Making their way along my jaw and down my neck, where he began to suck.
“Don’t do– oohhhh fuck.” Electricity shot through my body from his mouth to my pussy. A massive shiver rolled over me. My body’s hardwiring was drowning out rational thought. I felt his hands shifting. Sliding down my back until taking a firm grip on my ass. I growled under my breath, “Damn you.”
“That wasn’t ‘stop’.”
“Shut up.”
My hands flew to the buttons of my flannel, hurriedly working them open. I had barely gotten the last button unfashioned when his hands snaked inside. He playfully squeezed my tits, rolled his thumbs over the little steel rings embedded in both nipples, then kissed my neck again. I was melting fast with my face buried in his chest.

The fingertips of his right hand traced down my abdomen, teasing at the waistband of my shorts and casually slipping beneath it. He hesitated. We had reached a boundary. A line that could not be uncrossed. I looked up to find him looking right back. Silently, a question passed between us. My nod was nearly imperceptible, but it was enough. He locked his mouth to mine while his hand resumed the invasion, fingers curling as he cupped my sex. A single digit slid between my slick lips, catching my clit on the up-stroke and making my leg twitch. He repeated the action and got the same result, this time accompanied by a sharp gasp.
Something was muttered under his breath that I couldn’t make out. I almost asked what he had said, but the thought was quickly driven from my mind. All at once he latched his mouth onto my neck, pulled a nipple ring with his left hand, and began circling my clit with his right.
“Oh–” I managed to get out before all I could do was breathe. I wrapped my hands over his shoulders for support as my hips thrust into his palm.
Turning his head, his tongue traced a line up to my ear. “Look at you go, slut.” He whispered, almost cautiously. I moaned my response, fingers clenching his shirt, then he bit my earlobe. My shaking legs finally gave out completely and I slumped to the floor.

“Oh, you liked that!” He chuckled.
I couldn’t help but giggle, “Fuck you.” My consolation was that, in climbing back to my feet, he couldn’t see the blush or big stupid grin on my face. Standing again, I still refused to face him fully.
“Wonder what else you like to be called.”
“Fuuuuck you.”
“What about..” He grabbed my pony tail, pulling my head back sharply, “little bitch?”
A mewling whimper escaped from my lips. His free hand pulled the flannel off my shoulders, but with the cuffs still fastened my hands became trapped. He pushed me forward, leading me by the hair in his fist toward the bed.
“Oh.. wait. Wait wait wait–“ My protests went unheeded, and I was shoved down onto the mattress. With my hands still trapped, I went down hard. Half on and half off, my knees just barely reached the floor. Drake held my face firmly against the comforter and I felt his body move on top of me. He smacked my ass again, finishing with a rough squeeze, and lowered his head to the back of my neck.
“Whore.” He cooed, then bit me.
The bed muffled my cry but the shudder that tore through me was unmistakable. He repositioned his hand from my head to between my shoulder blades. Now free, I turned my face to the side. Finally sucking in fresh air. Faintly, I became aware of my shorts slipping over my ass and dropping to my knees. Fingers touched my inner thigh, gripped and pulled my knees apart, then started dragging upwards. He brushed back and forth across my labia.
“Oh god.” I quivered from the anticipation. He gently applied pressure, easily slipping between my now-dripping lips. Two fingers invaded my pussy and a long moan flowed from my mouth. Angled downward, he began pumping me. Each thrust hit my gspot and every few thrusts his fingers withdrew to run circles around my clit. I was quickly being pushed to the edge.
As my pussy started to spasm he picked up his pace, slamming into me with enough force that it made the bed squeak to the rhythm. I turned my face back into the mattress and screamed. My legs shook uncontrollably, my pussy clamped around his fingers, and I came hard.
The waves of orgasm were still rolling me when he pulled away, letting my juices start leaking down my leg. I shivered.

He made a satisfied grunt then delivered a hearty spank. I felt him shifting behind be. Suddenly his knees were between my feet, his hands squeezed my ass before sliding up my back, and when something jabbed my asscheek the breath froze in my chest. My mind was racing but all the thoughts were blank as I felt him begin to slide his cock up and down my slit.
“Drake.. Drake I don’t know about this.”
“You say ‘stop’ and we’ll stop.”
“Not like that. It’s just..” I couldn’t remember why I didn’t want it. The reasons had been kissed, teased, and fingered out of me, and his dick sliding through me like a fleshy pendulum wasn’t strengthening my resolve any. “Just.. I’ve never…”
“It’s okay. Nothing more until you ask for it.” He said with confidence.
“And what makes you think I will?”
“I’ve known you for twenty years, Charlie. At this point you’ll ask just to know.”
Damn. He had me there. Except I didn’t want to know what IT felt like, I wanted to know what HE felt like. That much I wasn’t ready to admit yet. Not even to myself.

“Fine.” I said, after a pause. “Do it.”
“Do what?” He asked, maintaining his up and down rhythm.
I told myself that, just this time, I would give him what he wanted without being a smartass. I tried for an exaggerated sigh but it came out as half-moan. “Fuck me.” Saying the words made me quiver unexpectedly.
“Oh, you can do better than that.”
“Fuck you?”
“Ha-ha-ha. So cute.” In an instant he had my hair in his fist again. Pulling my head back while leaning over my hips, and causing his cock to glide across my clit. When he spoke again his voice was a primal growl, “Ask for it. Like a good whore.”
The last of my resistance collapsed when he uttered that word.
“Fuck me.” I heard myself say in a tone more desperate than I knew I could produce. “Please. Please fuck me! I need it! Ohhh please. Please fuck–“

With a single, heavy thrust, he drove into me. My mouth gaped but no sound would come out. His soft groan carried from behind me as he grabbed the twisted flannel that was acting like shackles. He pulled back as if holding reins and began to pump me. The pace was slow, but forceful. Finally I could make a sound, but it escaped in a series of whimpers with a small grunt each time he lunged forward.
His breathing was getting harder and his thrusts were growing urgent. He let go of my shirt and wrapped his hands around my waist, using the leverage to fuck me faster. All out panting now, his cock was flying in and out of my aching pussy. I could only roll my head from side to side and take the pounding. Another orgasm was quickly approaching and I clenched my muscles with all the force I could muster.
Without warning he slipped completely out of me, leaving me with an empty, sad feeling. Lodging himself between my asscheeks, he gave a few more thrusts before groaning loud and long. I could feel him trembling against my legs, as his cum splattered across my back with hot licks. My orgasm slipped out of reach but I was not dissapointed. I felt used, dirty, and satisfied to my core.

Somewhat cleaned up and entirely exhausted, we lay in his bed together. We shared a bed countless times before, but never like this. Drake was on his back, my head resting on his arm while his hand rubbed my back. I had a leg crossed over him while my fingers lightly danced across his chest. We talked for a while longer, mostly more catching up. After a lull in conversation I asked a question that went unanswered except for soft snores. I kissed his skin where I could, wrapped my arm over him, and quickly fell asleep myself.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/emq0ae/spring_break_day_1_mf_bd_romance