He's My Best Friend

I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment I realised I was in love with him, or even when those feelings started to arise. I mean, I was so sure that straight men and gay men could coexist without any of those pesky sexual or romantic feelings coming up. We had managed to go seven long years without any of this coming up. But now, as I watched him idly scroll on his phone on the lounge across from me in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, I realised there was nothing I wouldn't do for this man...

Sipping on my hazelnut latte, I glanced down at my wristwatch and saw that he was late again. It was currently 10:15am. I wasn't surprised. Rhys was always late to things by at least 15 minutes. I had called it the "Rhys 15", whereby after 15 minutes, only then could you classify him as late to something because he had that leeway.

I placed my mug down onto the table and looked up at the right time to see my best friend casually stroll into the cafe as if he hadn't kept me waiting. I watched as his head darted around the shop, desperately trying to find me; as soon as our eyes connected, his face lit up with his smile and he made his way over to me.

"Great job, babe. According to the Rhys 15, you're only two minutes late," I announced.

Rhys shook his head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek.

"Morning Kam," he said.

He took his seat across from me and immediately began glazing over the menu. I caught a couple of women eyeing us out of my peripherals, no doubt trying to figure out the relationship between us two; a thought that made me laugh.

Over the years of our friendship, Rhys and I had formed such a strong, unbreakable bond, and it was a connection that admittedly would confuse those who didn't know our history. One of my favourite things about Rhys was that, as a straight man, he did not have an ounce of toxic masculinity in him: cheek-kisses and hug were the go to for our greeting; he held my hand if he knew I needed that physical support from him; and cuddling on the couch if it was cold was also not uncommon.

Having such a close connection with him, of course, led others to believe that we were dating. Or worse, that I was trying to 'flip' him. We had defended ourselves for years against those who questioned our non-traditional friendship, and our friends and family had finally conceded. I did, however, enjoy the looks we got from strangers, especially the jealous glares I received from women.

Rhys was six-feet-tall with a well-groomed head of chestnut brown hair, where a few strands fell down his forehead in the classic 'Disney prince' style. His high cheek bones, along with his strong jawline and picture-perfect white smile, made him look like an arrogant pretty boy, but besides having a normal male confidence, my best friend was polite, friendly, and blissfully unaware of the appeal he had on others.

His modest masculinity was a stark contrast to my effeminate confidence. I presented myself with a strong feminine influence, not afraid to wear make-up, leggings that boosted my big Jamaican booty, or designer women's perfume. My dyed platinum blonde hair shone even brighter against my chocolate complexion from my Caribbean roots, and my natural green eyes often received compliments or disbelief.

Even sitting down at this cafe table, you could see the difference in us. Rhys had undoubtedly just come from the gym, wearing a black hoodie, black track pants that clung to the muscles in his legs, and runners; meanwhile, I had a tan trench coat on, white ripped jeans and black boots with a three-inch heel on them.

"I'll probably just get the eggs on sourdough with avocado," Rhys said, nodding his head. He got up from his seat, pulling his wallet out of his hoodie pocket. "You want the big brekky?"

I simply nodded my head and smiled at him as he went to join the queue in front of the counter. Daring to glance over at the onlookers next to me, I turned my head and saw their eyes dart between Rhys and I; once they saw me watching them, they cleared their throats and looked down at their upside-down menus.

Rhys returned moments later with two glasses of table water and he placed one down in front of me. He wasn't a big coffee drinker to begin with, but as of three months ago, he had been on a pretty strict cut, which had worked wonders for him because he was easily in the best shape of his life right now.

"What did you get up to last night?" he asked me.

"Not much, really. I went on another date with Lucas, and that was fine. I don't know; I just don't feel like I'm clicking with him." I took another sip from my coffee.

"I'm proud of you for putting yourself out there." Rhys reached out and placed his hand over mine. "I knew it was tough for you to do that after your last break-up, so this is a big step."

I had ended the longest relationship I ever had almost two years ago and found it difficult to get back into the dating world after that. Lucas was my first attempt at dating again, and while I could confidently say there was nothing wrong with Lucas, that pure spark that I longed for wasn't registering for me.

"Are you going to give it another shot?" Rhys pulled his hand back.

"Probably. I want to say I gave it my all before calling it a day." I shrugged my shoulders.

"That's probably the right outlook to have," he replied.

Rhys had been dating a lovely woman named Cassie, whom I had a really close friendship with, for about five years. I admired how strong and independent their relationship was; they didn't have to spend every waking second with each other to build their bond. In fact, Rhys was more often with me than with her.

"The right man will come to you," Rhys said matter-of-factly. "You'll see."

During the week, I worked as a senior executive assistant to the GM of a book publishing company, which basically meant I was in charge of running his life and also supervising the new junior executive assistant, Roxana, to make sure that she also successfully ran his life. It was currently Roxana's third week with the company, and so far she had taken to the role well.

She got up from her desk and walked over to see what I was doing. She peeked over my shoulder and saw me colour-coding my boss's calendar, and marking the appointments he wanted me to cancel in red.

"I might need you to make some of these calls for me," I said, not bothering to turn to look at her.

"Too easy," she replied nonchalantly.

After a brief moment of silence, her long polished finger pointed at a picture of Rhys and I that sat on my desk.

"Is that your partner?" she asked.

I shook my head. "He's my best friend."

"He's hot."

"Well aware of that."

Roxana nudged me in the shoulder. "Do you have a crush on him?"

I sighed. It felt like I had been transported back in time to a girls high school sleepover. "No I don't, but I have eyes. I can see that he's definitely attractive. Besides, he's straight."

Roxana sat on the edge of my desk and looked down at me.

"How did you guys meet?" she picked up the photo frame and began examining the image.

If the story of how Rhys and I met wasn't so cute and entertaining, I probably would've snapped at Roxana to get back to work. So I let go of my mouse and began recounting the story to her.

It was back in 2014. I was travelling the USA and I was in a bar in Chicago with my friend Lexi who had disappeared with a man. I sat the bar by myself nursing a glass of wine when a drunken idiot barged himself into me, aggressively hitting on me in the process. After several attempts of turning him down, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it.

The next thing I knew, before I even had a chance to swat his hand away, a fist went flying through the air and cracked the creep on the jaw. He fell onto the ground in a heap, and as I stood up to get a clearer perspective of what was going on, a protective arm shot out in front of me.

"Get the fuck out of here, dude."

I was surprised to hear another Australian accent on the other side of the world that wasn't mine or Lexi's. I looked over to see my white knight and was surprised to see this handsome man whom I had never seen before willing to put his body in front of the fire for me.

The creep quickly scurried out of the bar along to some cheers from other patrons in the bar.

"Are you okay?" my white knight asked me.

"Yes I will be. Thank you so much."

He beamed at me, and I could feel how bright his smile was. "I'm Rhys. It's very nice to hear an accent from back home."

"Kameron, and I was thinking the exact same thing."

After all the commotion had died down from the fight, Rhys sat down next to me and ordered himself a lemon lime and bitters and began chatting to me as if it was the most normal thing ever.

"We sat for hours at this bar talking and getting to know each other," I concluded my story to Roxana. "He also happened to live in Melbourne, so when I got back from my travels, we connected and we've been best friends ever since."

"That's kinda romantic," Roxana said, placing the photo frame back down on my desk. "Are you sure there isn't anything happening between you two?"

I nodded my head. "Positive."

After date three with Lucas, we had returned to my house for a nightcap, where things quickly heated up.

My head was bobbing up and down as my mouth took in the entire length of Lucas's cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head as I did so. Lucas had his fingers weaved through my hair as he tried to guide me up and down his cock.

"Fuck yes, baby," he moaned.

My mouth slid off his wet cock and I began tonguing his balls, sucking gently on one before moving onto the other. My hand jerked his slippery cock as I feasted on his hairy nutsack hungrily.

"FFFUUUCCCKK YEEESSS" he hollered.

I felt him grab my head and pull up on it. I straddled his body and leaned down to press my lips against his, my tongue darting in between his lips. His hands ran down my naked body and I soon felt him slapping his cock against my cheeks.

"Let me fuck you, baby," he said.

Without a word, I grabbed some lube from my bedside table and squirted it liberally on his cock. I began lowering myself onto his length and felt the fire of pain shoot as his cockhead pierced my hole. I told myself to relax and slowly I felt more and more of him fill me up until his entire length was inside me.

I let out a soft moan as I began bouncing up and down on him, my hands pressed firmly into his chest to help me balance. The heat of him inside me made me hard, and I soon felt his hand began to jerk me off as I rid him like my life depended on it.

"Fuck me," I breathed.

Lucas seized my body into his arms and rolled me around onto my back. He positioned his cock back in between my cheeks and thrusted inside once again. I felt his head push against my sweet spot and felt my cock pulsate at the sensation.

In the heat of the moment, as Lucas began rough fucking me, my eyes closed as I experienced a pleasure I hadn't felt in a long time. I dug my nails into Lucas's shoulders and let out a scream of pleasure. I was so fucking hard and began stroking myself.

And then it happened.

With my eyes closed, I envisioned Rhys on top of me. I saw the sweat trickle down his forehead as he concentrated on fucking my hole. I felt the ridges of the muscles in his back as I held onto him, wanting our bodies to completely melt into one. I saw the hazel in his eyes under the moonlight as his gaze never left mine.

And with the image of my best friend making love to me and impaling me with his cock, I exploded and came all over my stomach, experiencing the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life.