David stayed heavy on top of me, chest flush against mine, sweat slick and hot between us. His breathing was loud, uneven — like he’d just run a marathon and then kissed me senseless. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat under my cheek, pounding wild and real.
His eyes caught mine, and for a second — just a second — the cocky, shameless David I’d known since middle school was gone. Instead, there was something softer. Something… unguarded.
“You good?” he asked, voice rough but low.
I swallowed hard, still buzzing, still trying to make sense of my brain doing cartwheels. “Yeah… yeah, I’m good,” I lied, because who the hell was I kidding? I wasn’t “good.” I was wide open — raw, confused, and insanely turned on.
David grinned, that devil-may-care grin that made it impossible to take anything seriously, even when the ground was shifting beneath us. “Because if you’re good, maybe I’m not done.”
I laughed, a shaky, breathy thing that came out way too nervous. “Dude… what the fuck are we even doing?”
He shrugged like it was nothing — like kissing your best friend in a random Amsterdam hotel was just a regular Tuesday night. “Breaking all the rules, apparently.”
The mattress creaked as he shifted, pressing closer, his hand sliding down my side to rest right where I still throbbed from seconds ago. My skin tingled where he touched, every nerve ending screaming in slow-mo.
“Man, you’re fucking hot when you’re all worked up,” he said, voice low and raw, like a challenge wrapped in a compliment.
I wasn’t sure if I was blushing or just sweating through the high heat of the room, but I managed, “Yeah, well… you’re not exactly a saint yourself.”
David laughed, that loud, shameless laugh that made me want to throw caution to the wind and just dive in.
And maybe that’s what I did.
Because next thing I knew, he was moving against me, his body grinding rough and steady. It wasn’t delicate or sweet — hell no. It was manly and fierce and so damn passionate that I could barely think straight.
His hands roamed everywhere — hips, chest, arms — claiming, marking, like this moment was ours alone. Our bodies slick with sweat, pressed so tight I could feel every curve and muscle, every beat of that stubborn heartbeat racing in my chest.
His breath hitched against my ear, hot and heavy. “You ready for this?”
I nodded, words tangled in the haze of alcohol, pills, and pure, wild desire. “Yeah… I’m ready.”
The pill had done its job. We were both so hard it hurt — like we’d swallowed a couple of baseball bats and had to figure out what to do with them.
David leaned over the bed, rummaging in his suitcase. He pulled out a bottle of lube.
My heart stuttered in my chest.
But I didn’t say anything.
Couldn’t.
I was too busy watching the way his muscles played under his skin as he moved. The way his abs looked in the dim light. The way he was looking at me like he’d just realized I was the last piece of the puzzle he hadn’t found.
He smirked, the same smirk he’d had when we played football, right before he smashed into me so hard I saw stars. But this time, it didn’t feel like competition. It felt... intimate.
David leaned over me, his body a sculpture of want. He kissed me again — deep, slow, his hand sliding down my stomach to grip my cock. I moaned into his mouth, hips rising to meet him. He stroked me, his touch softer than I ever knew he could be, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
And then he stopped.
His hand trailed lower, over my balls, and he paused, his breath hot on my skin. “You okay with this?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He kissed me again, his hand slipping further down until his fingertips grazed my hole. I jolted, the sensation so unexpected that it stole my breath away.
David’s eyes searched mine, looking for any sign that I’d changed my mind. I didn’t. I couldn’t.
The pill had done more than just make us horny. It had blown the doors wide open on our friendship. And we were both stepping through.
With a gentle touch, he pushed a finger inside me, and I moaned. It was strange, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt... good.
I relaxed into it, letting him explore, letting him push and twist until my body started to melt into the bed beneath me. His other hand was still stroking my cock, matching the rhythm of his finger inside me, and I was lost.
He kissed my neck, his breath ragged, his mouth leaving a wet trail down to my chest, and I knew he was going to do it.
My best friend, the guy who’d seen me through it all, was going to eat my ass.
And I was going to let him.
I spread my legs wider, arching my back, and he took the hint. His mouth moved down, his tongue swirling around my hole, and I could feel him smiling against my skin.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Wet, warm, and... right. Like it was something I’d been craving without knowing it.
I watched him, his eyes looking up at me, questioning, and I nodded, urging him on. He took it as permission and went to work, his tongue probing and teasing until I was a squirming mess beneath him.
His hand gripped my cock tighter, stroking in time with his tongue, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
But then he pulled away, his eyes dark with need.
“Ready?” he asked, and I knew he wasn’t just talking about the rimming anymore.
I nodded, unable to find words.
And then he was there, between my legs, his dick pressing against my ass.
He pushed in slow, giving me time to adjust. It burned at first, but the pain quickly gave way to a deep, intense pleasure that had me biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
We started off in missionary, him above me, looking into my eyes, but that quickly changed. We tried doggy style, with me on all fours, and then I was on my back, legs in the air, watching him fuck me like he’d been doing it forever.
Each position brought a new wave of sensations, a new angle that had me seeing stars. His cock was everywhere inside me, filling me up in ways I hadn’t even known were possible.
But it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the connection. The way our eyes met, the way our breaths melded together, the way his hands felt like home on my body.
And when we both came, it was like the universe had aligned — like everything made sense in that one explosive moment. We kissed through it, our bodies shaking with the intensity of our release.
We lay there, skin-on-skin, bodies still buzzing, like the room had its own pulse and we were riding it together. David was sprawled half on top of me, all muscle and sweat, his stupidly good-looking face resting against my chest like this was totally normal.
Me? I was spiraling.
My brain was doing donuts while my body… well, my body clearly had its own agenda and wasn’t interested in logic right now.
“Bro,” I finally croaked. “What the actual hell just happened?”
David shifted just enough to smirk up at me. “We nailed it. Literally.”
“Dude,” I groaned, covering my face with one hand. “We were supposed to be hooking up with girls.”
“We tried. They ditched us, remember? We improvised. Honestly? Best Plan B ever.”
I peeked at him between my fingers. He looked obnoxiously chill for a guy who had just done unspeakably amazing things to his best friend.
“You’re not freaking out?” I asked.
“Nah.” He grinned, brushing sweat-slick hair off my forehead. “You’re hot. I was horny. You were horny. The math checks out.”
I blinked. “So… we’re just bros who bang now?”
David shrugged. “I mean, I’m not mad about it. Amsterdam was supposed to be legendary. This? This is top-tier legendary.”
“But… like… what does it mean?”
David rolled on top of me, his weight solid, grounding, stupidly comforting. “It means we stop overthinking. We had a moment. A crazy hot, confusing, probably-going-to-haunt-us-forever moment. And maybe we’ll have another. Or ten.”
I stared up at him, my breath caught somewhere in my throat.
“And maybe,” he added, voice dipping lower, “we stop chasing after random girls and start seeing what happens when we stop pretending this isn’t already the best thing ever.”
My heart thudded, loud enough I was sure he could feel it.
Then, without warning, he kissed me.
Not soft. Not hesitant.
It was David — full-throttle, tongue-first, completely reckless and totally him.
And I kissed him back.
Because whatever this was… it felt stupidly good.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.
