That was an...interesting way to meet your boyfriend's "straight-as-a-board" bestie. But fucking hell it was awesome.
Giving Brent a final kiss and sucking the last of my own cum off his tongue (which I am amazed to say, he swallowed most of it), I turn around to face my gorgeous, gorgeous boyfriend, one hand over the new hickey on my neck, a couple of inches down from the old one that still hasn't faded. I press my lips over his, my tongue pushing into his mouth as I hum contentedly, pulling him over to the sofa.
I push him down without breaking the kiss, sitting on his lap with my arms around his shoulders, one hand idly stroking his neck. When I finally pull away to breathe and start snuggling, I notice Brent standing around, still butt naked, looking awkward, but watching us.
"You alright, Brent?" I ask, leaning into Cay.
"We just... And I'm not... Ah, I'm fine, don't worry," he mumbles and I smile, getting up and pulling both Cay and Brent to the floor.
"Spoon train!" I giggle. Cay laughs and snuggles up to me, but Brent, bless him, freezes up. I guess I should keep the fact that he gives awesome head to myself, then. But he doesn't protest as I slip my arm around his waist, snuggling in between the two of them.
In the morning, I wake up to Brent freaking out over the spoon train situation. I let go of him and open one eye.
"H'lo," I mumble. Obviously not expecting me to wake up, he jumps pretty much out of his skin and I have to suppress the smile that threatens to jump to my lips.
"Er... Hey Maxxie. So last night we... right?"
"Don't tell me you were too drunk to remember," I laugh softly, "but yeah, we did." He goes all quiet and I can't help but worry what he's thinking.
"Shit," he mutters finally.
"Umm... you okay?" I ask, failing to think of anything else to say.
"Yeah. I mean, no. I mean... fuck, I don't know what I mean." It's surprisingly hard to stay put and not jump up and hug him.
"Sorry," I murmur, "can't be the best way to meet your best mate's boyfriend." I sigh slightly, remembering we did pressure him into it. But I'm not sure the guilt of pressuring him into it outweighs the fact it was a fucking brilliant night.
"How did we even...?" I shrug slightly, leaning back into Cay and pull his arms around me tighter. I'm not exactly a stranger to screwing people I don't know, but I think this is probably the most awkward morning after I've ever had. Brent shudders slightly and Cay responds to my leaning into him by pressing against me more.
"Nice meeting you, anyway," I smile, "take the drunken sex as a good omen - it seems to lead to good relationships," my smile widens to a grin as I brush the back of one of Cay's hands with my thumb.
"uh... yeah," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the floor uncomfortably. Cute. I can't help the little giggle that escapes me as I watch him shift his weight from one foot to the other, trying to figure out how to deal with it all.
"Sorry. I'll stop making this more awkward now."
"Thanks," he says with a weak smile. Reluctantly, I break Cay's hold on me and pick up my clothes, pulling on my trousers and work shirt, not entirely sure where my boxers went. I pick up Brent's clothes and push them into his hands with a smile that matches his and turn to the task of attempting to wake up Cayden.