Matt retched, and ran over the sink to spit. I giggled. “No, Matts. You’re not allowed to spit…”

He glared at me over his shoulder. “Jay, I just gargled red fox piss because you dared me to. Now, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

I giggled again as he attempted to rinse his mouth out with a mouthful of beer. “Look at it this way; you get to dare me next. And you can do anything you want…” Yes, we were playing dares. An immature game, to be sure, but always fucking hilarious when both of you are totally pissed. I took a swig out of my beer bottle as I waited.

“Okay.” Matt swung back to face me suddenly, bracing himself on the kitchen counter with one hand. “I’ve got one. I dare you…not to complain about anything I do, or say, in the next…” He glanced at the time display on the microwave. “…hour.”

I couldn’t quite keep the look of utter disgust off my face, “I tell you that you can dare me anything…in the realms of possibility…and you come up with that? That’s shit, Matt.”

“I believe that counts as complaining,” was all he said in response, his eyes glinting as he raised his bottle up to drink.

“We’ve started? Oh.” I stared at him for a moment, then shrugged and wandered back through to the living room, taking a seat on the sofa to wait it out. A minute later, he sat down next to me. I glanced up to find his eyes boring into mine. “What?”

He grinned slightly, the glint still visible in his eyes, “Oh, nothing.” And that’s when it happened. He leant forward and I felt his lips graze mine slightly before coming in properly. The kiss lingered for a long few seconds, before I went for it and slid my tongue between his parted lips. The response I got was eager, and hungry, and I’d never admit to anyone that- as I pushed against him- I savoured every minute. I couldn’t tell anyone. It was wrong to like your best friend in that way, it wrecked everything. But this just felt so right… And I was caught up in the passion of the moment- you never really understand that phrase fully until it happens to you. And I was relieved to find that he didn’t taste of fox piss. I ran my hands through his hair, feeling the remnants of that day’s gel under my fingers. He pulled back.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, terrified he was going to give the old ‘I’m-sorry-it-was-the-alcohol’ excuse.

Instead he stood up, pulling me to my feet with him, and- running his hands up and down my sides- whispered the one word I’d longed to hear since I first saw him at an audition for something or another, back before Fletch paired us up for song-writing. Just one word that made my heart beat so loudly that I could hear it pounding uncontrollably in my ears: “Bedroom.”

I nodded, “Okay.” He grabbed my hand and led me up to his room, where he shut the door neatly behind us, before I kissed him so suddenly that his back slammed into it. He broke away again, and his hands tickled my hips as he found the bottom of my t-shirt. He pulled it up over my head and stared appreciatively at my chest before attacking my neck with his mouth, like a hungry vampire who’s just found its prey. Pretty soon, his t-shirt joined mine on the floor. He pushed me backwards onto the bed, and straddled me.

“No, complaining, Jay…” he murmured as I opened my mouth. He lowered his head and my breath caught in my throat as he flicked his tongue across one of my nipples.

“Jesus, Matt!” He heard my desperate mutter, I could tell by the evil grin on his face as he circled his tongue round the now-erect nipple one last time and dragging his teeth over it before making a trail of agonizingly slow kisses down my chest towards my groin. I moaned in denial as he hooked a finger around the waistband of my trousers. “Just do it. Please. Just do it.”

But he wasn’t through teasing me yet. Dragging his tongue along the skin directly above my trousers, he slowly undid the button of my three-quarter lengths, his fingers brushing off my painfully hard penis. He brought down my fly a millimetre at a time, which made me arch my back into me. Sensing my urgency, he sped up slightly, pulling my trousers clear of my person. “You ready?” he asked seductively, trailing his hands up my thighs. I whimpered in protest.

“Please. Please,” I begged, my voice coming out in small pants. He pulled my boxers off, and took in the sight in front of him, before placing the softest of kisses on the tip. I bucked up, and felt his tongue against me, swirling the tip. He gradually took in more and more, then, without warning, he deep-throated me, causing me to cry out in pure shock. “Shit!” My hands fisted in his hair, as his movements triggered so many different sensations inside of me. I cried out even louder as I came, but he stayed where he was, and swallowed the load.

“What’d you think?” he asked as he moved back up to look at me. I pulled him into another kiss, this time tasting myself on him.

“Incredible. Oh, God, Matt. I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long! But I was so scared!”

He frowned, “Scared of what? Tell me what?”

“This:” I gave him another long, smouldering kiss, loving the feeling of his lips on mine, savouring the sensation of his half-clothed body against my naked one. He responded, I had nothing to dread. I had no reason to believe that everything wouldn’t end perfect, that everything was going to fall apart. All I knew was that I’d finally fulfilled my craving, and that I wanted more as soon as humanly possible. “I love you,” I whispered as we broke apart.

That’s when I saw the fear in his eyes, and the look of total panic on his face. “What?”

I stared at him in confusion, “What’s wrong?” I placed a small kiss on his shaking lips. “Tell me. This meant so much to me, Matts; I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

“But, Jay,” he stammered, sounding a lot more sober than he had all night. “Th-The dare, I was just testing you.”