Rooming With My Best Friend - Decisions - Friends - Choose Your Own Story - 13

Friends

Colt closed his eyes for a moment. He thought deep down, looking inside himself to see what he really wanted and then he opened them to see Kris looking at him.

“Friends,” Colt said. “I’m sorry, bro.”

“No need to be sorry,” Kris smiled. “I love having you as a friend more than I love having sex with you, so I’m fine if we’re just friends, so long as you’re in my life.”

“I always will be, Kris. After the past two years, the best of my life by the way, I’m never letting you get away. There’s too much fun to be had.”

“Damn right there is, bro,” Kris smiled. “And we’ve got two beautiful girlfriends who will more than make up for the sex we’re not having with each other.”

“I hear that,” Colt chuckled, bumping fists with Kris. “What if we get tempted?”

“By each other?” Kris asked.

“Yeah,” Colt nodded.

“So what?” Kris replied.

“Well, how are we going to handle that? Will one of us leave the room?”

“Do we have to? Colt, I can control myself if I have to. I can keep my hands to myself, but really, what’s the harm in us fucking around?”

“But we just agreed we should just be friends, dude,” Colt said, confused.

“Yeah, and we’ve been friends this past year while we’ve been fucking each other.”

“Did you not hear what I was saying earlier?”

“Yeah, I did, but why does anything have to change? You said you were a bit messed up about things between us because you didn’t know if we were more than friends. We’ve just agreed that we’re not and we never will be. We’ll be best buds until the day we die, just like I will be with Matt. We’ll never be boyfriends, we’ll never live together or get married. We know that.”

“So you want us to do what exactly?” Colt asked.

“Look, bro, we’ve only got two years left at college. After that it gets serious. We need to find ourselves jobs, buy houses, get married, have kids, all that kind of thing. But for the next two years while we’re still here we’re free to do whatever we want, to experiment and to fuck around with each other, because once we put rings on our girls fingers, it all stops. Hell, after graduation it stops.”

Colt studied Kris for a second and then smiled. “You’re right, bro. College is all about living and experimenting and just enjoying life and I love it when we fuck each other. I’m not about to give it up so long as it’s just great sex between two friends.”

“That’s all it is, bro. We’re not Matt and Corey or any of the others. We’re gonna get our girl, we’re gonna marry her and we’re gonna be amazing husbands and even better fathers.”

“You’re so fucking right! Man, I’m so glad we had this talk.”

“Me too,” Kris said. “Though I’ve gotta tell you last night and this morning was fucking amazing. You’ve never fucked my ass so good.”

“I loved it too, bro. Maybe next time I’ll be the bottom for you when we do double duty and sleep together.”

“Too fucking right you will,” Kris laughed, squeezing Colt’s ass. “I’m gonna fuck that hot ass for the next two years. Really get the most out of it before it closes for good.”

“And the same goes for you,” Colt laughed, drawing Kris into a hug.

Their lips met briefly and then they pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes.

“So we’re just gonna continue on as normal?” Colt continued. “Fuck when the mood is right and we’re both up for it and then tell our girls afterwards.”

“It’s worked pretty well so far, why change it now?” Kris asked.

“It has,” Colt smiled. “Man, I was such a fucking idiot thinking we had to define things.”

“You were, but why change the habit of a lifetime, hey?” Kris chuckled.

Colt jumped at Kris and tackled him to the ground, tickling him until Kris was thrashing around, begging Colt to stop. When Colt finally stopped tears were running down Kris’ face so he helped him up and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m gonna get you back for that fucker,” Kris whispered into Colt’s ear.

“Whatever, bitch,” Colt said, stepping back from Kris and pulling on a pair of briefs. “We know from last night that I own your ass and you do as I say,” Colt laughed.

“Oh is that right?” Kris asked.

Colt’s eyes went wide as Kris started coming at him. He grabbed his shirt and pants from the back of his chair and sprinted out of the bedroom, into the living room, heading straight for the door to the hall, with a naked Kris hot on his heels.

Colt managed to run out in to the hallway, putting his shirt on while he was moving, but Kris almost caught him. What happened next shocked Colt because Kris stopped at the doorway to their room instead of chasing him into the hall. Was he actually conscious about being naked in the light of day?

No.

A smile rose on Kris’ face as he stepped back into the room and shut the door. Colt just looked at the door, wondering what Kris was doing, until he heard the lock turn. Realising he was out in the hall without his pants on he quickly pulled them on and then knocked on the door.

“Kris, let me in,” Colt said. “I need to get my shoes and my bag.”

“Too late for that, Colt,” Kris laughed from behind the door. “I guess you’re going to class barefoot. And don’t think about calling Matt or Corey to let you in, they’ve already left.”

“This isn’t funny, Kris, come on, open the door. I’m sorry for what I said,” Colt pleaded, banging on the door.

“Sorry, bro, I can’t hear you,” Kris said, his voice getting quieter as he walked away from the door, back into the bedroom to get dressed.

Colt sank to the floor opposite the door, sitting back against the wall, waiting for Kris to come out because he knew he had a class.

It was almost fifteen minutes before Kris opened the door and walked out of the room. Colt quickly jumped up and was through the door before Kris could shut it behind him.

Running into his room to grab his shoes and bag, Colt stopped, looking around to realise he couldn’t see his shoes. Just then his phone on the desk started ringing. He picked it up and looked at the display. Kris.

“Hey bro, did you find your shoes?” Kris laughed.

“Where the fuck are they, Kris? Both pairs are missing,” Colt asked.

“Funny. I thought my bag felt heavy.”

“You fucker!” Colt screamed.

“Oh and don’t try borrowing a pair of mine. I have those with me as well,” Kris said.

“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Colt asked. “I can’t go to class with no shoes on.”

“You should have thought of that before you claimed ownership of my ass.”

“That was a joke!” Colt protested.

“Well this is pretty funny too,” Kris laughed.

“Kris!”

“Do me a favour, Colt. Will you see if we’ve got any beers in the fridge?” Kris asked.

“No. Just bring my shoes back,” Colt said, getting angry.

“Aww, go on, Colt. I could have sworn it was empty last night, but when I opened it just a few minutes ago I think I saw something in there.”

Colt closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Realising what Kris meant he opened his eyes again and ran over to the fridge, pulling the door open.

“You’re suck a dick, Kris!” Colt screamed as he pulled his shoes out of the fridge.

“Yeah, a dick that’s gonna fuck your ass into submission later,” Kris laughed. “Don’t be late for class.”

Kris hung up, leaving Colt clutching his phone in his hand, wanting to throw it against something in frustration. Then he looked at the clock and realised that if he didn’t move soon he would be late for his morning class, so he quickly put his cold shoes on and headed out the door.

As he was walking down the stairs from his room to the entrance of their building he couldn’t help but smile. Even though he had been mad that Kris had messed with him, he loved it too and would have to think of a way to get Kris back later.

Walking out of the main door the sun was warm on his face and reflected his mood. He had almost fucked things up with Kris by making their friendship, and the fact they have sex, into something more than it was. But now he was so pleased to have the happy and playful Kris as his friend and he was totally satisfied that things were just the same as they had been the day before.

The time would come when they would stop having sex, but they would always be friends.

THE END!!