Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen
Alex's Point Of View
The room was silent except for the faint hum coming from the air conditioner in Demi’s room.
"What?" Demi whispered, eye wide as he heard my request.
I sat on the edge of Demi’s bed now, my heart pounding in my chest, and feeling bold enough I decided to repeat it.
"I said can I kiss you" I inched my face closer to his.
My hand moving to cup his face, I felt against his cheeks and I just loved how smooth his skin felt against my palm.
He looked so beautiful right now. I just want to kiss him right at this moment.
Demi was sitting back against the pillows now, his expression unreadable, eyes flickering with a mixture of amusement and something else, nervousness, maybe? Or anticipation? I couldn’t tell.
I took my hand back and brought it to the back of my neck and rubbed it, feeling the heat creeping up my face.
This was supposed to be easy, right? Just a kiss, I mean we’ve done wayyyyy worse than that.
I’ve touched this man in places a friend should never touch each other, so it shouldn’t be that awkward or hard to just pull him in and kiss him.
Demi shifted slightly, fidgeting with his hands as he tried to look every where but at me.
His gaze finally met mine, and I saw something, it was like an invitation, perhaps, or maybe just a challenge. My pulse quickened.
“Uhh,” Demi said softly, breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost hesitant.
“Uhhh,” I imitated him, trying to keep my voice steady and not show how scared I was right now.
It felt strange to be here, like we were crossing some invisible line that hadn’t existed before.
There was a pause, thick and heavy, before Demi reached out and pulled at his tight curls, he does that when he’s nervous.
His fingers lingered for a moment before dropping back onto the bed.
“Come on Alex,” Demi began, voice tinged with a nervousness, “why did you have to make things more awkward than it already is?”
I groaned, unable to speak. The truth was, I didn’t know what to say now, I just said what was at the top of my head.
All I could focus on was the way he looked, he looked relaxed but tense, like he was trying to decide whether to make a move or wait for me to do it.
And then he finally did.
Demi shifted closer, closing the distance between us.
My heart was pounding so loudly I thought it might burst out of my chest.
I tried to keep my breathing even as he reached out and hesitantly touched my arm, his fingers warm and tentative.
“Look,” Demi said softly, “i know you messed up asking me to kiss you, but a part of me wants to kiss you too and I don’t know why”
His words hung in the air, fragile and honest.
I felt a mixture of relief and nervousness flooding through me, thank God I wasn’t the only one who wanted to have the kiss.
Before I could think too much, Demi leaned in slightly, his face close to mine.
I could see the beautiful black mole that sat just above his lip, the way his eyes searched mine for something I wasn’t sure I had the answer to.
And then, unexpectedly, his lips brushed softly against mine.
The sensation was electric, gentle but intense, like a spark that ignited everything in me.
My initial instinct was to pull away, to retreat into my head and overanalyze what this all meant.
But I didn’t. Instead, I responded, tilting my head slightly and letting the moment take over.
His lips were soft, warm, and inviting, just like how I imagined it the first night we kissed.
I could feel the tentative pressure, the slight tremor in his mouth. It was a kiss that spoke of hesitation but also longing, a quiet confession of something unspoken.
We stayed like that for a moment, me, caught between uncertainty and a strange sense of rightness and Demi, hesitant but eager.
The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, caught in this fragile, beautiful moment.
When we finally pulled apart, Demi’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked at me with a half-smile.
“Well,” he whispered, voice trembling slightly, “that was unexpected.”
I chuckled softly, feeling a mixture of relief and confusion. “Yeah,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair. “But I don’t regret it Demi.”
Demi’s smile a little, and he reached out again, this time taking my hand in his. His fingers intertwined with mine, warm and firm. “Neither do I.”
We lay back down on the bed, side by side now, our shoulders just barely touching.
The silence was comfortable this time, filled with unspoken understanding and a tentative hope for what might come next.
As I looked at Demi, his face relaxed, eyes shining with a quiet happiness.
“Do you want to do this again?” I asked him, staring at his beautiful two toned lips.
My stomach was still fluttering, I couldn’t get enough of the kiss and I needed more.
I didn’t wait for his reply before I took his face In my hand and pulled him in.
Kissing him like my life depended on it, Demi’s hand found its way to my hair.
I groaned as I felt him pull at my strands, my penis coming to life at the pain.
I brought my hand from his face to his back and pulled him in even more as I practically sucked his face.
It was like if I let go he’ll vanish and I didn’t want that.
I pressed my hand on his neck a bit, just enough to give him a sexual pleasure and not strangle him.
“Mhmmm” he moaned as he pulled at my hair again, causing me to let out a deep groan.
I released his lips and stared at him, he was panting just like me and his lips looked swollen.
I had a sense of pride as I looked at his disheveled look.
I caused that.
I climbed on top of him, staring at his beautiful brown eyes.
“Fuck” I muttered before going back in for another kiss.
I didn’t know how or when it happened but I started grinding on him.
I wanted to release, my dick felt suffocated in the pants, i wanted to cum and it was all because of this beautiful boy on my bed.
“Alex” Demi moaned lowly as I grinded on his cock with mine.
“Mhmm” I hummed kissing his neck and sucking on it.
Something in me wanted me to leave a mark on him.
“We should stop before we get ahead of our selves” he told me tilting his neck so I can get more access.
I didn’t want to, and I knew he didn’t also but I listened to him anyways.
I released his neck and sat on his thigh staring at him.
He looked so out of it and he looked hot like that.
I wanted to take a picture of him.
“Demi” I panted out
“Yeah” he answered trailing his fingers on my abs. Causing butterflies to fly around in my stomach
I loved his touch.
“Do you want to try something?”
“What?” He asked confused.
I got down from his laps and sat on the bed making him sit up right.
His face immediately turning to that of worry.
“Do you want us to be more than friends?” I swallowed my nervousness.
“Like how?” The shorter boy asked staring at me with those big brown eyes of his
“Like friends with benefits” I said looking away from him.
My face was hot and I knew it was turning red.
I was proposing my best friend and I have sex.
I’m so weird.
“Like we have sex with each other whenever we want?” He asked me with a low voice
He sounds so sexy, I just want to fuck him.
“Yeah” I scratched the back of my neck.
“Wouldn’t that be weird?” He asked me
“Not if we don’t make it weird” I told him truthfully.
“I mean we’ve already done it and we just almost rubbed ourselves to pleasure, I’ve thought about it and I don’t think it’s weird”
“It’s obvious that night changed something between us and I want to see if it’s a one time thing or if it’s something more” I finished looking at my best friend with hopeful eyes.
“Uh” he said deep in thoughts.
“Okay” he said shyly.
“But we’ll need some rules”