I'm about to give you the best advice you will ever get. Hold your breath and prepare yourself to hear this piece of mind that will change your life completely. Ready?

Here we go: if you ever have trouble sleeping, try getting a nice fuck. That should definitely help - and if it doesn't, at least you'll feel nicely satisfied. And that's better than anything else, right?

Okay that advice is shit, but I'm gonna be honest here, waking up has never felt this good. My whole body feels like it doesn't belong to me, my lower part is sore as fuck and my asshole is burning so much you could stick a sausage inside it and it would get cooked. I bet you can easily imagine the grin that I'm wearing on my face right now.

I don't remember ever feeling this good after spending a night with someone - never feeling so empty yet completely satisfied at the same time. Yes, part of my body feels uncomfortable as fuck, but in a pleasurable way - something that I've wanted for so long, that I never thought I would get. And I sure as hell never thought that I would get it from Mitch - and boy, did I get it. I got it nice and rough, just how I like it - and before you start judging, if you never had a giant hammer pistoning against your nirvana button, then you really can't talk.

But let's be real, it's not like I'm complaining. Yeah, I'm worried about what it's going to happen now, what new surprise is gonna shake my world next. The idea that my relationship with Mitch could change after this is, of course, almost enough to make me shit my pants. But is it enough to make me regret last night? Oh hell no. Beyoncé herself could barrel down my room and tell me she's disappointed in me, and I wouldn't give a damn. Uh hu.

Even if my ass feels like it's splitting in two, I wouldn't mind jumping on that horse again. I wouldn't give up the chance of another ride for all the alcohol in the world. Hell, I might even do it right now - and now that I think about it, I can definitely feel that my body is up to it. Well, hello morning wood. Let's see if we can put you at work, huh?

And that's what I have in mind as I turn in bed, my arm extending to reach for Mitch - except that I find nothing. I open my eyes then, confused by the lack of warmth next to me, and that's the confirmation that I was waiting for. Mitch is not here, once again leaving me with a huge problem inside my pants. I should learn to put a fucking leash on him - oh, wait, that's giving me ideas. Mmmh maybe I should be the one with the leash, he ready to lead me to my prize. Holy fuck that's kinky.

"Mitchy?" I call out, my voice still groggy between having just woken up and the amount of screaming that I let out last night. Shit now that I think about it, I sure hope that I wasn't as loud as I remember: the walls in this building are definitely not soundproof, and I don't think my neighbours appreciated the concert of my orgasm as much as I did.

I listen carefully for any sound that will indicate his presence, but I can't hear any, which makes me kind of sad. First of all, I was hoping for a round two. Don't give me that look, this girls has been dehydrated for so long, one glass is not enough to quench my thirst - even though my asshole is actually screaming at me "Nuh uh, I'm on vacation today hunny". Mostly, though, I just want to make sure that everything is ok between us. I've seen enough chick flicks to know that having sex with your best friend can turn your relationship into a disaster - no matter how incredibly mind-blowing and amazing the sex is.

I sit up in bed slowly, biting my lip in an attempt to swallow down the groan about my painful ass. That boy has good stamina in himself, damn it. I never would have imagined him to be so.. forceful and passionate. Again, I'm not complaining at all, I kind of begged for it, and I would do it again in a heartbeat, even if that would mean cry in pain right after. But fuck me if walking won't hurt today.

I look at my dishevelled bed and the mess of clothes on the floor, and I can feel a weight leave my chest as I take notice of Mitch's pants laying messily in the same place where he took them away last night. That means he's still here and hasn't left - unless he walked to his apartment with just his underwear on, which could be a possibility given that the walk would take literally seconds. And now that I think about it, I can't stop picturing my best friend walking down the hallway with just his boxers on, a thin layer covering his cute little ass and his not-little-at-all dick.

Down boy. You need coffee and a replacement for your asshole before thinking about another ride on the pleasure train, let's be fucking real here. You're basically limping around, you're not able to handle a monster like that today. What a pity.

I stop in my track as I get into my kitchen, a smile spreading on my face at the sight I'm welcomed with. Mitch is at the stove, his arms moving skillfully while stirring something in a pan, body jumping all over to the beat coming from his headphones - and now I have my explanation to why he wasn't answering when I was calling his name. I stay still watching him for a minute or two, just trying to make the small half-naked boy dancing energetically to some kind of weird song in the middle of the morning, fit with the guy who fucked me senseless just a couple of hours earlier, whose dirty talking was almost enough to make me come all over my pants like a fucking fifteen years old.

My Mitch, such a complicated canvas.

I really can't stop smiling as I realize that he must be making breakfast for the two of us, my eyes wandering to the coffee maker to find it already filled with fresh coffee, the smell lingering in the air and relaxing my senses. I clear my throat a couple of times to signal my presence, but his music is too loud, and he's not hearing me. So I walk towards him, tackling him into a hug before I can think too much out of it.

Advice of the day: never sneak behind someone's back when they're cooking. I'm almost glad for the piercing scream he let out, thankful for the half deaf ear that I'm left with if that means surviving the jostling of the pan that resulted by my action.

"What the actual fuck Scott?!"

I can't resist breaking down into a fit of laughter, my body shaking against his, still trapped between my arms. The smell of sex is still taunting his skin, mixed with his unique scent and the different fragrances of food filling the small kitchen. I take a deep breath from his neck, my lips caressing slightly his skin, and he chuckles.

"Stop it you weirdo, what are you doing?"

"Just giving you some love for being the best person ever. Also you smell yummy and you made me food!" I tell him, not moving my arms from around his body. What can I say, post-sex mornings make me sappy.

"More like you're kissing my ass and pressing a boner against my back in the hope that mommy will give it to you again."

This, ladies and gentlemen, is my best friend, and you can tell how much of a sweet, affectionate morning person he is.

I loosen my grip around him, moving away to pour myself some coffee, trying to hide the embarrassment caused by his words. "Okay, first of all that's just nature, I can't do much about it and you know it, so shut up." I take a sip from the steaming beverage, watching him as he maneuvers the giant omelette he was cooking into two plates. "For the other part, even if I would love to do it again, my back door is not getting visitors today."

He laughs while he brings the plates to the small table, already set up with everything we need for breakfast. As he walks, I can't stop my eyes from tracing his spine down until his round small ass, a sight that always capture my attention. I mean, just because he's my best friend it doesn't mean I can't look and appreciate, right? Nothing wrong with giving my eyes something nice to look at.

"Will you please stop checking me out so we can start eating? Thank you."

I blush at his words. Damn him and his observation skills. I hide from his stare making myself busy in pouring him a coffee, then refilling my cup before bringing both to the table, where he's already seated, a sly grin on his face. I hate him. We eat in a comfortable silence, like we've done so many times. It's reassuring to realize that there's nothing different between us, nothing that makes me think something might be wrong after last night. I was worried it would be awkward, or that he would make some joke to tease me -

"So you would love to let me fuck you again, huh?"

You know what, fuck him. I almost spit out my coffee after his words, voice filled with amusement, and let me tell you, if I wasted my drink just because he's an asshole who can't fucking let me live, I would have been SO mad. Never, ever make me waste coffee.

"Can you fucking not?!"

He raises his hand in surrender, but a smirk is still dancing on his plump lips. "Hey now, you were the one who said that, don't you dare blaming me. I was just checking."

You know, I once had a theory that Mitch's bitter behaviour comes from the lack of amazing sex - now I can confirm, without a doubt, that he's just an ass, no excuses.

I stab my omelette with my fork, suddenly feeling attacked. "Like you wouldn't know it already. I made it pretty clear that I liked it."

He licks his lips, as if remembering the previous night. "Yeah, you did."

Silence falls once again between us as we keep consuming the delicious food Mitch made. During the meal, though, I can't stop wondering why he asked. Did he just want confirmation of his skills? Or was he just checking that I would be up for it? Not that he has to ask, I would hop on that train right now if I could. Literally hop, yes.

So that's why I find myself asking, once we're both finished, "Would you like to do it again?"

He raises an eyebrow, still wearing that stupid amused grin. "What, right now? You just said, how was it... oh, your back door is not getting visitors? Didn't think you were such a needy whore, Hoying."

I blush. Goddammit, his words make me sound desperate - which I am, to be honest. "Shut up, not right now. I mean..like, ever?"

Something changes in his demeanor, something that I can't quite place. Some of the amusement vanishes from his face, leaving him with a torn expression in his eyes, his white teeth biting his lips in thinking. "I mean, I don't know if it's a good idea."

"You were the one who started it last night! Do I have to remember you that you basically fucked me with your words even before I accepted your, uhm, offer?"

"I don't remember you complaining."

"Duh, I wasn't. It was sexy as hell, never thought you were such a dirty talker. I was very impressed."

"Thanks, one of my many talents."

"Oh you definitely have many."

He laughs, the concerned look finally leaving his face for something more natural and relaxed. I don't know why I'm suggesting it, never having been a fan of those no-strings-attached relationships, but let's be honest, I don't know how I can be around him while horny if I can't have his hammer of love blessing me. And honestly, how many probabilities do I have to find another attractive gay guy with a cock as huge as his? Let me tell you, not many. I've tried.

"We could still see other people, of course, it doesn't have to be exclusive or anything. It doesn't even have to be every time we see each other, I mean, I'm not that needy."

His brow raises again in a questioning look. "Not sure if I believe that. And honestly, Scott, you could have anyone in this town, why are you proposing this?"

I can feel a blush tainting my cheeks once again. "I've never found someone like you, though."

"More like you never find a cock like mine."

I shrug, because well, that's true. No point in denying it. I don't think Mitch and I would've ever ended up having sex if it wasn't for his ginormous dick - and thank god I found out, may I add.

"Come on, I'm not asking too big of a favor. We both get a nice fuck and some relief when we need to, while still being best friends and not messing up with all that relationship bullshit."

He stays silent for a while, obviously weighing up the idea. I can almost see the gears in his brain turning as he takes long sips from his coffee. After what feels like forever, making my stomach turn in worry for thinking I just ruined every remain of normalcy between us, he finally speaks.

"So what you're saying is that we become best fucking buddies, with me helping with your size queen needs?"

There he goes, back to normal and to making me feel like the neediest bitch in town. But if that's what he needs to think to give me another taste of his amazing cock, that's what I'll do.

"That's a crude way to put it, but yeah, why no. It could be just, you know, bros helping bros."

He laughs, the melodic sound somehow loosening the knots tied in my stomach. "What, like no homo, bro?"

"Oh no, all the homo."

We end up in a fit of giggles, two grown ups laughing about stupid sex jokes while agreeing to one of the most absurd agreement I've ever made in my life, but that's just what we are. Before I can even think about it, the rules are made and the deal is sealed.

This is going to be fun, and hopefully not a total catastrophe.

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I'm back! Sorry for being late, this month was a nightmare filled with exams and travelling to go to my parents so I was uber busy. Also I needed to have Seeing Through out first, so that took all of my writing time.

I hope this wasn't disappointing? I know it's fillery, and I hate doing those, but I hope this was at least funny enough to let you enjoy it.. I was struggling so hard to let it be funny as the previous chapters.

I promise from the next one we'll be back on the blunt funny smutty track. I know you are all patiently waiting LOL

See you soon!