"Where it's at? Huh?" Kentrell's hand wrapped around Ben's neck, leaning his head down to position his face above his.

"Aw fuck," His mouth fell open, and Kentrell let spit drip out on his tongue while his hips thrusted forwards in a slow motion.

Grunting, Ben's eyes dazed back as he began nutting, grabbing Kentrell's waist to stop his strokes as it grew to be way too much for him to handle.

"I said where it's at? What you doing?" Kentrell repeated, lowering his tone to talk Ben through his orgasm.

"I'm cumming. Fuckkk," He moaned out, and Kentrell smirked, sending one last thrust that caused Ben's moans to momentarily grow louder, nut spilling from his dick.

"Play with it." Kentrell mumbled, his bottom lip resting between his teeth as his eyes filled up further with pure lust.

Ben reached down, stroking his own dick to create a mess since that's what Kentrell enjoyed the most; then his groans softened as he nutted once again, feeling his toes curl.

"You feel that shit? Hm? Who be fucking on you like this?" Kentrell lowered his tone even more, leaving a kiss on his earlobe while his moans picked up, once again.

"Aw fuck, nobody. Fuckkkk!" He let out a loud grunt, his body jerking a few times in a row after Kentrell's thrusts became rougher.

Kentrell sat upright, a smirk on his face as he continued at his hard pace, knowing that he was overwhelming Ben's body. The volume of his moans filled the room, and he pounded into his lower half twice more, covering Ben's mouth once he got too loud.

"You told me you could take this shit. You lied." He grunted, removing his hand after he'd gotten him to quiet down by slowing his strokes.

"I'm sorry. Shit, ice. Trell I'm done baby, watch out." His face frowned up in pleasure, literally unable to take anymore, so he called out the safe word Kentrell had given him.

Kentrell chuckled, pulling out of his lower entrance, and looked down at his dick that had a lube covered condom over it. He watched Ben go through his orgasm, pleased with what he'd caused.

Then, he laid on his back beside Ben, both of them breathing heavily from the sexual activities they'd engaged in for the last half hour.

After removing the condom he wore, Kentrell tossed it in the trash, and began stroking his dick that had a full-on erection with a light throb.

"Did you nut?" Ben looked over at him, finally catching his breath enough to where he could talk.

"Yeah. I could go again though." He chuckled in response, easily lying right through his teeth.

It wasn't in him to tell the truth-that truth being he actually hadn't released yet. He didn't want Ben to think he didn't sexually satisfy him, because he did, it just took more than basic sex to make him nut.

Kentrell was very sexually aware of both himself and Ben's body, so he knew exactly what to do in order to cause an orgasm. Unfortunately, Ben hadn't taken the time to do the same, so it was rare that Kentrell orgasmed during sex with him.

That technically wasn't Ben's fault, but neither did Kentrell blame himself. He usually just went to the bathroom to finish on his own right before he showered, or he called his favorite person, Dayvon.

Lately, Von had been acting weird towards him though. He wasn't completely sure why, so he was planning to stop by his house and see if he had done something wrong without realizing.

"Call yo' bitch. You done wore me out." Ben chuckled, grabbing his phone from the dresser. Kentrell ignored his statement, instead leaning over to kiss against his skin, trailing his lips towards his neck.

"Trell," Ben lowly groaned, to which Kentrell replied with an attentive 'hm', still continuing to do what he was doing. He wasn't lying about wanting to go another round. Regardless of if he nutted or not, he just enjoyed sex.

Saved by the bell, or the ringing phone for that matter; Kentrell's kisses slowed down as he listened to the call that Ben had just answered.

"Wassup?"

"Don't 'wassup' me, Benjamin. You said you was coming to get me and Tru today. I miss you." A girl's voice could be heard, and Ben turned the volume down on his phone while sitting up.

Kentrell watched as he walked towards the bathroom, resuming his call in there at the same time that the shower faucet cut on.

Not even bothering to pay much mind to it, Kentrell grabbed his phone from the nightstand, trying not to aggravate himself. He hated stupid shit like that and Ben knew it.

It wasn't too bothersome that what they did was kept a secret, but Kentrell felt like Ben overdid it sometimes. Like, what was the point of trying to be sneaky when Kentrell-and everyone else-knew about Ben and the mother of his child, Lakia.

There had been plenty of times that this same situation had happened, and Kentrell was almost 100% sure that Ben was about to try and lie to him, then leave. The pattern was so repetitive, and the fact that Ben pulled the same shit every time as if it was unpredictable, irritated Kentrell to the highest point of irritability.

"Say, I'm finna run down to my mama house real quick. I'll be back later." Ben finally came out the bathroom about twenty minutes later, now dressed in sweats and a tee shirt.

"Aight." Kentrell responded without looking up from his phone, and he wanted to punch Ben in his neck after he'd leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"Let me get a kiss. I love you." He spoke, and Kentrell barely kissed him back, their lips touching ever so briefly before he pulled away.

"Love you too." He mumbled, and once Ben headed for his room door, he finally removed his eyes from his phone.

That was another thing Kentrell didn't like. He showed obvious signs that something was wrong, but Ben ignored him, per usual. Kentrell never did him like that though, so he didn't understand why the same energy couldn't be reciprocated.

Then, he realized that Ben really didn't owe anything to him since they weren't in a relationship. All they did was fuck-maybe once or twice a week. They didn't have much alone time.

Yet even with that, it was some shit that was just common courtesy. Especially since they weren't just fuck buddies, they were best friends too. At least, that was the title they once held. Now it was kind of confusing.

Kentrell shook his thoughts away, standing up from his bed, and then he turned around to remove the messy sheets. He put those in a trash bag, and put a new silk set on the mattress, seeing no point in washing and reusing the same sheets that Ben had nutted on.

When he was finished with that, he walked in his bathroom, and turned the knob to turn the shower faucet back on. While waiting for his water to get to the scorching hot temperature that he liked, he stood in the mirror, typing on his phone.

He received a text back within seconds, and then a conversation began, ending with Dayvon 'haha'ing the last message.

Kentrell hated being by himself, and if he wasn't recording music, then he was usually alone. Whenever that happened, and Ben was being weird with him, he went to straight to Von.

There wasn't any obliviousness that he was doing Von the same way that Ben did him, but the difference between them was Kentrell didn't hide anything from Von. Even with that, that didn't make what he was doing right. He didn't do it on purpose, but he was scared to be all for Von just to be done wrong like in every other relationship he'd been in.

An hour dragged by, and Kentrell was finally pulling into the driveway of Von's house, parking next to a black McLaren.

By this time it had started to rain outside, and Kentrell was sure it would eventually freeze and turn into snow. Atlanta had the craziest, most unpredictable weather ever. Anyways, this was a perfect day to be cuddled up under someone else.

"Wassup baby," Kentrell greeted him with a hug at the door, and Von hugged him back, feeling him lightly nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck.

"You sad?" He asked, and Kentrell nodded, letting him pull his head back so that they looked at one another.

"I don't mean to run to you every time I'm sad. I ain't using you or nothin'." He mumbled, and Von watched his soft expression stare back at him as if he needed something. Von wasn't with anything besides talking though. He didn't want to ruin what he had going on with Dream.

"You good. Come on." Von gestured him inside, and once he was in, he closed and locked his front door.

Kentrell removed his slides and placed them on the shoe rack against the wall, then he followed Von towards the hallway that led to his bedroom.

"Are you mad at me?" Kentrell asked him, passing him one of the two bags of Wendy's that he carried.

"What I tell you 'bout that?" Von rose an eyebrow at him as they both sat against the headboard on the large sleep number bed.

"I'm just tryna make sure. I don't want you to be if you are."

"I ain't got nothin' to be mad at." He pulled out his bourbon bacon cheeseburger, opening up the foil paper.

"Yes you do. I only come over here to fuck or when I'm sad. That's how he be doing me, and I don't like feelin' like that so don't lie ta' me." Kentrell replied, watching as he split his sandwich down the middle to eat it better.

"That don't bother me. You ain't the only mufucka' doing what you want. If you feel bad about doing it though, just stop. Ain't that hard." He chuckled, taking a bite out of his burger.

"Doing what I want? What is you talkin' 'bout? What you be doing?" Kentrell frowned after realizing what he said, and watched a smirk grow on Von's face.

"Nothin'. I be chilling. You gon' tell me what he did, though?" He chuckled, licking over his lips as he grabbed a few fries.

Kentrell stared at him for a few seconds longer, wondering if he should let the subject go or not. He was possessive over Von. Why was he seeing someone else? He would let it go for now, but not for long.

"Left to go be wit' his babymama after we fucked. Then he lied, saying he was going to his mama house when I literally heard Lakia on the phone. Like bitch I'm over here fake nutting for you, the least you'ca do is chill with me after." He sucked his teeth, mad all over again while Von laughed.

"You ain't got tired of faking orgasms yet?" Von smirked again, and Kentrell rolled his eyes, shrugging.

"I don't really be caring 'bout nutting. I just like to fuck. Then, ion wanna make 'em feel bad about not being able to do that for me." He dipped his chicken nugget in ranch, shrugging again.

"You do care 'cause when I make you nut you be damn near cryi-,"

"Shut the fuck up." Kentrell punched his shoulder, and he laughed, looking over at him with a smile.

"Do y'all be doing regular shit together though? Like playing the game or somethin'?" Von asked once his laughs slowly died down.

"I mean, yeah, when we with Joe and 'nem. It just be awkward now if it's only us and we not fucking. He don't feel like my best friend no more. I ain't gon' front like that shit ain't fuckin' with me. I miss us as friends." He muttered, eating another chicken nugget.

It really did hurt his feelings whenever he actually sat and thought about it. Ben had been his best friend since he was 11, and it had never been any dull moments with him up until recently.

Kentrell had realized that he liked Ben a little more than he thought about eight months ago, and the same night he admitted his feelings, him and Ben had sex.

That was his first time being with a man, and even though it didn't go so well since neither of them knew what they were doing-the mere fact that they'd done it made it all the more passionate.

Kentrell regretted that though. They should've just stayed friends, and he should've kept his feelings to himself. He'd give whatever to turn back time.

"So go back to before. Quit fucking him, stop texting back when he text about fucking-just cut all that shit off. It's for the greater good anyways 'cause that nigga piss you off every other day." Von told him, and Kentrell chuckled because that was true.

"You right. What if that end up stopping us from talkin' all together though? Like what if it never stop being-awkward?" His face frowned up at the thought, or probably at his cold fries.

"Y'all been friends since lil' boys. I'm sure y'all ah' be fine. Just give it some time." He shrugged in response, and Kentrell slowly nodded in agreement.

"Thank you. For always being hea' when I need you. A lot of people don't do that for me." Kentrell told him, and Von looked over, meeting his honey brown eyes.

Everything in his right mind was telling him no, but Kentrell was so unintentionally manipulative. Von always felt like doing whatever to make him happy, even if that sometimes ruined his own happiness.

Dayvon couldn't control it though. He'd been on and off with Kentrell for around six months now, and before that, they had been friends for two years. Kentrell had Von wrapped around his finger, and it was definitely vice versa, even if the two of them didn't want to admit it.

He leaned his head forward, and then grabbed Kentrell's neck once their lips met for a slow kiss. Kentrell could feel his stomach slightly flutter, groaning against his lips.

Their tongues slid against one another's, and Kentrell was pushed to lay on his back so that Von could rest between his legs. The way Von's fingertips grazed right above the waistband of his sweats made Kentrell internally shiver, loving the feeling of his hands on his body.

"I don't like you. I want you to know that." His lips trailed Kentrell's neck-who's mouth was slightly agape as his arousal heightened more and more with each kiss that Von left on his skin. The guilt was already eating Von up, but he couldn't help himself.

"Yeah you do. If you fuckin' with another nigga, his ass gon' die. He can't give you good dick like I can no ways." Kentrell roughly grabbed his face, and Von met his glare, chuckling.

"Ain't nobody scared of yo' punk ass." He pulled out of his grip, and Kentrell smirked, hoping that Von knew that he wasn't playing. He didn't mind Von having hoes, but another man wasn't something that he would ever tolerate. Kentrell couldn't take what he dished out, and that was obvious.

"Whatever. You be making me feel like a whore. Look at this shit. You got my legs spread like I'm a bitch ah' sum'. Get back."

"The fuck up. Yo' gay ass love that shit." He stood up from the bed, shaking his head as Kentrell's eyes followed his body.

"So. I don't give no fucks." His shoulders shrugged carelessly, watching Von throw their empty food bags in the trash.

Then, he got back in the bed, returning to his previous position between his legs, and Kentrell allowed him to.

"If I get myself together and drop Ten, would you be with me fa' real? Or you'd wanna keep it like this?" Kentrell hypothetically asked, though he was serious.

"We ah' never work. I don't think you want me how I used to want you." He laid back beside him, staring up at the ceiling.

"Why you been acting like that with me? What you mean, used to? You don't wan' me no more?" Kentrell sat up, looking down to roam his eyes over his face.

"I ain't acting no certain way." He responded, disregarding most of what he'd said.

"Yes you is. You with another nigga foreal?" He grabbed his face, forcing him to look straight at him because he was being serious.

"Gone on. You know I don't fuck wit' niggas foreal. That's yo' gay ass."

"I ain't gay. I'm is, only for you though." He contradicted himself, and Von chuckled, shaking his head at him.

He wasn't completely focused on Kentrell because he was too caught up on the kiss they'd just had. He felt bad. There was no one else to blame but himself. He couldn't even blame Kentrell this time.

"What did I do?" Kentrell asked him, basically reading his thoughts.

"What you talking 'bout folks?"

"Stop dodging my questions like that and directly answer me. Tell me what I did so I can fix it. I don't like it when you mad at me." His tone softened, and Von's gaze shifted to be on him.

"It ain't you. It's me. I'm tripping." Dayvon ran his hand down his face, sighing to himself.

"Well talk to me then. Let's figure out what the problem is." Kentrell suggested, not knowing that Von knew exactly what the problem was.

"It's some family shit..got my head fucked up. It ain't you." Von lied while reassuring him, then pulled his head down to kiss his face.

"Will you talk to me when you ready to?" Kentrell mumbled, feeling him nod his head without verbally responding. He just wanted to help.

"I love you." He told him, and he watched as Von's natural frown slowly disappeared from being etched across his face.

"I love you too shordy."

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