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Book could feel ice cold sweat dripping down his hot and bruised pale skin. There he laid on a black mat in the middle of a testosterone filled gym; out of breath and on the verge of passing out. He rolled onto his back with his eyes closed slowly trying to regain control of his breathing. His best friend had pushed him beyond his limits to assist him in obtaining a dream body of 6 pack abs and muscles that could rival a superhero.
“Hey, you still alive there? Do I need to call an ambulance?” A familiar deep chuckle enters his ears making it hard to keep his eyes shut any longer. It was more comforting than any song on the radio because it belonged to the man he’s known almost all his life.
As his vision focused, the first sight to consume him was Force with that killer grin that made girl’s squeal instantly. His hand was reached out to pull him up. For a minute, they starred at each other as if taking a mental photo of this moment. Then Book grasp onto that hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. Weakness was still present in his limbs and against his will he faltered forward landing into those strong arms that held him tightly and protectively like he was a prized possession.
Again that handsome laughter filled his ears which caused his cheeks to grow red. Gosh he was such a spazz sometimes and he found it completely embarrassing but Force always told him it was his charm. An awkward second passed as the smell of sweat, spice and wood enter his nostrils. He couldn’t resist feeling a little tingly while indulging. A part of him wanted to stay but he wouldn’t admit that aloud. After another awkward second passed he managed to break free and stand on his own two feet.
“I’m alive…but still mostly dead. Did we really have to work out for almost 3 hours?” Book finally managed to respond.
“You’re the one who kept telling me to push you harder so you can impress the fans at our next fanmeet.”
“Oh…well.” he puffed out his cheeks cutely.” You didn’t have to listen to me.” His blush travelling to his ears now that he knew he was the culprit of his own demise.
Force rolled his eyes then proceeded to playfully wrap his hands around the younger’s thin neck. With a light squeeze he put on a fake angry tone.
“What am I to do with you, crazy boy.”
Then the unexpected happened that neither boy was prepared for. Exiting out of Book’s soft pink lips was a moan that wasn’t too loud but just loud enough for both of them to hear. It revealed feelings of desires that neither one of them had dared to explore. The two had only played with the idea of being more that just a couple for entertainment. It was so sensual and sweet like chocolate to Force’s ears that he could feel it soothe down his skin to his groin. He had almost forgotten how to breathe. Now all he could focus on was those sinful lips as he squeezed again earning himself another intoxicating moan.
Book however was utterly embarrassed and confused that this was happening to him. At first, he thought he was just dreaming but after the second moan was escaping his lips he could feel pleasure teasing his lower regions. He was terrified of what was going on behind those dark eyes of his best friend. Quickly he tried to play it off and started to cough nonstop and slap his chest.
“Omg , I think I am getting a cold. I should go home and rest.”
There it remained that same look from Force that was unreadable to the innocent boy. Was he disgusted? He suddenly felt naked as the taller was leaning in almost wolf like. That wood smell was making him feel light headed. A part of him wanted to scream but another part of him wanted to be devoured. A shout from some men nearby reminded them both that they weren’t alone and the sudden tension vanished as if an illusion playing with Book’s mind.
“Yeah, you should probably take some cold medicine for that…cough.” Force said with a grin.
‘Why is he smiling? Did he hear my moan? Omg! ‘ Book was screaming inside his mind but regardless he was grateful to finally get away. He really didn’t understand what just happened to him. Force had choked him dozen of times so why did this one make him feel like his body was on fire?
Maybe it was the fact that Force was shirtless and dripping all over with sweat showing off an insanely tone physique that made him feel so small. He hated to admit it sometimes, but he loved how small the older man made him feel; from his big strong arms to his long legs. A part of him enjoyed those scenes they would act out that allowed him to be flushed up against him and feel so helpless.
Just thinking about the his body, scent and those wolf-like eyes had him shivering. Whatever caused that moan, Book wouldn’t allow it to happen ever again.
At least that is what he believed.
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The two were lounged on the couch with snacks decorating the table like a mukbang. Book watched as Force scrolled through Netflix on his TV. Occasionally, he would point to a movie of interest or chat about whatever random thought came to his brain. Most people would find this boring, but Force and Book loved days like this. They made a promise to each other that they would make time for each other every week. Their relationship was more than just friendship, they were a team, a business and the talk of Thailand. Sometimes with the craziness of filming drama series and doing fan meets; they would lose a part of their identity. These lazy days allowed them to just exist as regular people.
They grew tired of movies and switched over to playing video games. It started off as an innocent little game of Mario Kart until that wolf nature took over Force. Those hands that Book both loved and hated found their way around his neck once more.
“I ALMOST WON! YOU AND THOSE STUPID BLUE SHELLS!” Force playfully yelled.
It happened again…that moan. This time louder because those strong hands were squeezing just a bit too tight for Book to handle. Sounds from the videogame, had faded into the background as they starred at each other. All that Book could hear was his heart beating at 3,000 bpm. He couldn’t take that look anymore, that the older was giving him. Did he want to jump him or kill him? He wished the other would just say what he was thinking, because he was driving him insane.
The younger made an excuse that he had to use the restroom however he didn’t make it too far. Halfway into the hall as he stumbled clumsily towards the door, those hands were on him again.
Trapping him.
Caging him.
Making him feel weak.
Force had pressed him up against the wall and bought those sinful hands near his neck. He didn’t squeeze it like before instead he ran his fingers along his jugular in a teasing manner.
“S-stop.” Book managed to whimper out.
For a moment, Force had stopped his teasing but once his eyes locked onto Book, he found himself unable to control himself. Now that they were alone with no one to interrupt , he could finally show his friend the wolf he had been hiding behind those “innocent “ smiles.
“One more time…let me hear you.” It wasn’t a question, this was a demand. And who was Book to deny the person he adored over anyone else in this world.
“Just one…more..ok.” he whispered.
This was different than anything Book had ever felt before. Other times were just playful but in this moment it was just raw lust. Not the lust, they would put on for the cameras. This was a side of the man he had never seen before. It was both exciting and terrifying as those hands cut off his ability to breathe. If Force wanted to he could snap his neck then and there and for some sick reason that turned him on. He let out the loudest moan, he had dared to release before.
“Harder.” he gasp out.
Force’s eyes widen not expecting the adorable little Book to whisper something so naughty. His dick twitched in his pants and he couldn’t resist greedily wanting to hear it again so he only pressed lightly with his hands. The younger whimpered and with more volume gasped out.
“ I..said…harder!”
Any control that the taller had was gone the minute those words were uttered. Force squeezed with so much strength that he became blinded and could only focus on those beautiful gasp for air coming from his beloved’s mouth. As the request for more was ripped from his mouth, that’s when Force noticed the beauty of how large his hands were compared to Book’s neck. He had always known his friend was smaller than him but when he’s towering over him like this, all he could think about was crushing and destroying his innocence.
I’m a monster.
I’m so sick.
So sick….
Those words were repeating in Book’s head as he felt himself getting closer to death. And singing to Force as he grinded their cloth sex together. Wanting to give what the younger what he was crying for. Book could feel his eyes watering as his head felt fuzzy. His cock was throbbing so painfully hard as his eyes rolled back. His weak movements were barely satisfying yet Force was like a beast moving against him with such power. Book liked it just like this, being so close to the edge of of sanity and insanity. A part of his mind told him to tell the older to stop, but this new side of him kept crying for more. He couldn’t decide who to listen to. He was so lost. Who was the real Book?
“Is my baby going to cum from being choked? What a pervert.” Force had whispered deeply in his ear.
A few more sloppy grinds and Book felt his body start to twitch and quake. In that moment, Force finally released his hold on his neck. The first breath of air hit him like a punch from heaven but his orgasm that followed was like hell. His mind went spiraling into a blur of pleasure , fear, love, hate and intoxication. This was an experience he had never felt before and when he felt strong lips cover his, Book felt like he had just died. Their lips were both moving so fast as if this was the last kiss they would ever share. Book felt himself being lifted and he couldn’t care to where. His blank mind now being filled with nothing but this man who was ruining him.
Sounds of kissing, moans and ripping of clothing filled the room. They both now were half naked on top of Book’s bed. Force had knocked off the cute stuffed toys from the bed which now joined the floor with their clothes. He dived down to cover the younger’s exposed skin with kisses everywhere. Although, he had let himself lose control a part of him couldn’t help but to be gentle not wanting to cause harm. He loved Book so much with every fiber of his being after all.
Book had just realized he had his eyes were closed the entire time. When he finally opened them, reality hit him.
He had a choking kink and he was about to have sex with his best friend.
Fear started to wash over him. Force seem to have sense a change in the atmosphere and stopped his kisses to capture Book’s gaze.
“You, alright? Am I going to fast?”
Book bit his lower lip and nervously looked away towards the wall.
“We…shouldn’t..be doing this…” he slowly responded.
“Why,not?” Force felt hurt and confused.
“Because we are friends.”
“But what if I want to be more than friends?”
No. We can’t. Book had said to himself. He couldn’t dare say it to Force nor could he look at him any longer. Weakly he pushed the other away and scooted to the other side of the bed. Nearby was a neglected blanket which he wrapped around his body like a cocoon.
“I love you, Book.”
Force was moving closer and refusing to back down. This only fueled Book’s fear even more causing him to burst out in a frenzy of broken nerves.
“NO, YOU DON’T YOU’RE JUST CONFUSED! “
Force grabbed Book by the chin forcing him to look him in the eye.
“I know my feelings. We aren’t on stage. This is the real me. The real Force who is madly in love with you.”
Book kept shaking his head. He just couldn’t believe it. The fear of ruining everything they worked for was tearing him apart. What if these feelings were just simply lust from the years of rehearsed kisses and ‘I love yous’. He would die if he lost Force as a friend. That’s all they could ever be. If they dare try anything more, he felt in his heart it would only end in pain.
“Just go home. Pretend this never happened, Force.”
Force punched the bed before finally letting go of Book. Tears now painted his cheeks. He didn’t even bother to get properly dressed. Being in the room with Book was killing him. A part of him wanted to prove the boy wrong. To finish what they had started and make him scream in pleasure and never doubt his feelings for him again. But that wouldn’t be right, and he wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt his lovely , Book.
And yet he had just now.
Through blurry tears he could see his finger prints on his neck. He had lost control of his feelings. He was supposed to just tease him but he let his wolf take over. And he is the reason for Book’s tears. How could he forgive himself?
I hate myself…for being so sick.