Corey ducks his head, his shaggy light-blonde hair falling into his eyes as he tries to avoid seeing or hearing James jacking off right there in front of him, his hands pumping up and down, because it's just so... typical James of him, to jack off whenever the fuc9k he wants. And it's really not that Corey's shy, because he's not. It's the plain fact that even though they're best friends, Corey really can't deny that James is fuc9king hot, and he can't deny that he would fu54ck James in a heartbeat if he was ever given the chance. But James is straight, Corey thinks, and it would ruin their friendship anyways.
Then his thoughts are interrupted by James' low, gutteral moan as he cums into his own hands, and James tackles Corey, still naked and his breathing uneven, and shoves his hand into Corey's face as he laughs loudly. Corey will never admit how much he wants to be naked beneath James, how much he wants that to be his cum all over James' hands.
"Dude, get the fu2ck off me," Corey chokes out, able to pass his gritted teeth and flushed face as a reaction to being crushed by the older boy easily twice his size, but it's really because he's willing himself with every ounce of his heart and mind not to get a bo2ner. James laughs and climbs off the smaller boy, then disappears into the bathroom.
"I'm going to shower, " He announces thorugh the door, and Corey hears the water start to run. There's a soft thud as Corey's body flops face down onto the bed with frustration. He wants James, so badly, but he's already got so much more than he deserves just by having a best friend like James who is okay with Corey's attraction to both boys and girls. He knows it would be asking too much to wish that James would like him back, but he really just can't help it.
Suddenly he's being crushed again, but now he's being dripped on and he can actually feel James' co0ck rubbing up into his a.ss as James squirms across him to reach the towel hanging on the back of a chair on the other side of the bed. James gets off him and their eyes meet for a split second, and then suddenly Corey's mouth is full of a tongue that isn't his.
They're all lips and hands, tangled on the bed in a heap of hot skin and messy hair and fidgeting fingers pulling at unneccessary clothes that get in the way. Corey's about to say how wrong this is, to stop himself, but before he can open his mouth to say anything, James has already opened his mouth-- and closed it around Corey's hard-on.
James' head bobs up and down and Corey puts his hand on the back of James' matted dark hair, urging him to keep on, but he really doesn't even need to, because James is loving every minute of it, loving the salty tang of Corey's skin, loving the way the way he can kneel between Corey's legs just perfectly.
Corey moans and cums, straight into the other boy's mouth. James chuckles and swallows down every last drop that Corey give him, then moves back so that he can kiss Corey some more. Corey knows he should be disgusted at the way he can taste his own cum on James' lips, but the truth is it's such a fuck0ing turn-on that they may just have to give the whole BJ thing another try.
Suddenly James is sitting upright on the bed, eyes wide and hair tangled.
"D-did we just..?," he trails off, looking a bit scared and resistant of his newfound sexual attraction to Corey. The younger boy bites his lip and nods, his blonde hair flopping into his eyes again. Neither is sure how they're supposed to react, so they sit there, two confused teenaged boys who are scared out of their wits right now. Of course, it's everything Corey had wanted and then some, but now that he's got it, now that James knows how he feels, what's going to happen?
Within a few minutes, James begins to cry softly and hides his face in his hands.
"J-James," Corey whines, tugging his hands away from his face gently. "I know it's hard, James, I really do. It's not somehting you can change, beleive me, I've tried. Y-you can't train yourself to ignore it, you really c-can't."
Both boys collapse into a heap of naked, sobbing sadness.
"C-corey?," James whimpers, looking up at him with big, sad eyes, eyes that even through the sadness have this sort of relief in them. "I love you..."
Corey feels a small, sad smile playing on his lips, because even though he's wanted James to say those three words since sixth grade, all he wants is for James to be happy, all he wants is to laugh at the bittersweet feeling he has right now.
"I love you too, James. So much."