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Bash laughed again, but it almost sounded like there was an echo to it as someone nearby laughed as well. “Drugs? That’s really what you think of me, Russo?”

I yelped and jumped nearly a foot in the air as Bash spoke directly behind me.Seriously, the dude lives to shorten my lifespan.

“Holy shit, Bash! What the fuck are you doing here?” I shrieked in excitement before throwing myself into his arms as he wrapped me up in a huge bear hug, laughing sexily in response.

“Come on M&M, did you really think I wouldn’t rush home the instant I could to see my very best friend? It’s like you don’t even know me,” Bash teased.Ugh, I missed this handsome bastard so much.I missed him calling me M&M even more since it was his own little nickname for me that no one else was allowed to repeat. I would have preferred “sweetheart” or “love of my life”, but I was a reasonable human being and would take what I could get.

“Oh my God, you damn near gave me a heart attack, you ass!” I chastised him halfheartedly as I begrudgingly pulled away from his embrace. It was too easy to get lost in his incredible warmth if he held me too long.Bash just smirked at me, revealing his perfect white teeth as his eyes crinkled at the edges in a smile that dripped affection for me.

Oh yeah, that was the other thing.While in college, Bash went from being cute to being completely fuckhot. It was a real inconvenience for me and my right hand because I shamefully had my mental spank bank stocked full of images and dirty thoughts of my bestie. I even went so far as to name my dildo “Baby BB” after my own nickname for him, despite knowing that it was a full on stalker move that wasn’t going to win me any points in Heaven.Oh well. We all have our kinky shit, and imagining my dildo as Bash’s dick was mine.

“Well, you know how much I love surprising you. Plus you made it way too easy when you posted that Snapchat of you all gross and sweaty after your run, so I knew exactly where you were.You even have your location turned on too.You do realize you’d be the first to die in a horror movie, right?” Bash smirked at me.So rude.

“Umm excuse me, but whose idea was it to turn on our locations on Snapchat so that we could always see where the other was and, I quote, ‘feel like we had a connection from hundreds of miles away’?” I quipped back. Bash didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish. Instead he just laughed and swung his arm around my shoulders, walking me in the direction of my dorm.

“Damn, I do say some stupid shit sometimes, don’t I?” he chuckled.

“I mean, I wasn’t going to say anything, but…”, I started to say before Bash pulled my head towards his chest and ruffled my hair playfully.

“Alright you little shit, let’s get you showered and go grab something to eat.Then, we’re finding a party to hit tonight, getting drunk, and binging “Game of Thrones” until we pass out,” Bash said. I couldn’t argue with any of that. It sounded like a perfect night with my favorite person alive.

*****

Bash unfortunately had to return to Austin the next day so that he could start packing up his dorm to move into his new apartment the following week. Bash had asked me to move in with him a couple of months ago when he first found the apartment, but I declined under the guise that we spent so much time together already that we needed atleast some space to keep our relationship healthy. Too bad what I said was a load of bullshit.

I couldn’t room with Bash knowing the effect he had on me. All it would take was one time of seeing him step out of his shower naked, wet and dripping for me to pop a wood and then it would become painfully obvious how I felt about him. It also wouldn’t have been a super awesome time to be in the same apartment that he undoubtedly brought his hookups to. One headboard bang against the wall or one breathy moan, and I would have had to be admitted for a 72 hour psych hold. I did not need those sounds or images in my head if I wanted to live my life with relative sanity. Bash seemed hurt when I told him my decision and the reason behind it, but he didn’t fight me much on it. Instead of over-thinking it as was typical for me, I figured he just didn’t want his best friend up his ass twenty-four seven while he was enjoying his single life.

Bash hadn’t said he was seeing anyone exclusively this year, and he was pretty mute about his love life now. I guess he picked up on my reluctance to talk about his sexual experiences back in high school, so he thankfully hadn’t been an over-sharer after that. The most he would say when I asked him (like the fucking glutton for punishment I was) was that he was sticking to casual stuff with some cool girls he’d met at parties on campus, but he wasn’t interested in anything serious right now.

Selfishly, I loved that he wasn’t in any hurry to hook himself to one woman because the minute that happened, I would become second priority, an afterthought, and that I really couldn’t handle. You could say we were codependent, but that has such a negative connotation, don’t you think? We were just bonded.It would be interesting to try bondage with Bash one d–NO. Stop! Bad Micah! No dirty thoughts of your best friend!

Pushing the naughty thoughts as far back to the recesses of my mind as I could, I focused on packing up as much of my dorm as I was able to without putting away the necessities I’d need for the next week before I had to haul my crap to Austin with me the following Saturday. Bash was supposed to be here within the hour to spend my final weekend at UNT with me and drop in to see his parents tomorrow afternoon.

Bash didn’t often see his parents outside of the holiday breaks he was here for because his relationship with them was…complicated. His mom, Elizabeth, was a sweet woman and Bash got the majority of his personality from her, but she had struggled with mental health issues since Bash was a kid. He loved her, but it was hard for him. His dad was honestly just a dick. Rupert Dupont was an up-and-coming politician who planned to run for State Representative in the next election, which only served to drive his ego even more. He was hard on Bash and pushed him to work himself to the bone, and even though Bash never said it, I knew it ate away at him.

And though he wasn’t overt about it, I knew deep down Mr. Dupont was a secret homophobe. As a politician, he was very good at putting on the front that he was welcoming and tolerant of all people, but growing up in the heavily Christian town of Dallas and being raised in an upper class, well-established family meant that it was deeply ingrained in him to…well, hate gay people. He’d always smile and make small talk with me anytime I was at his house, but there were times when I was with Bash that I saw him physically tense up in my presence, or he would flinch just the tiniest amount if Bash and I touched in any way. To onlookers, you’d never notice it and would think Mr. Dupont was as gracious and charming as he appeared. However, I liked to think of myself as a good judge of character and there was always something about him that rubbed me the wrong way, but I’d never let Bash know that. That wasn’t something I wanted to come between us.

Like clockwork, Bash texted me almost exactly one hour later saying he was parking and to come down to let him in the dorm. I was lucky enough to snag a single suite in Legends Hall, so I had a private bedroom, and shared the bathroom and kitchenette with a dorm-mate, but he had a girlfriend and was almost never there. He also moved out last week, so I had the entire place to myself until I moved.

Andooooh fuck…Bash looked absolutely edible tonight, and it was going to wreak havoc on my self-control. I tried hard to keep my filthy thoughts of him at bay and not ogle him too much when he wasn’t looking, but he was making it exceedingly difficult this time. Bash’s form had filled out in college and he was leanly muscular, and his jaw had squared off more with age and was so sharp I wanted to run my teeth over it. His hair was kept short on the sides, but longer on top, giving him a thick set of waves that effortlessly swooped across his forehead, causing him to constantly push it back with his hand. That in turn caused his biceps to bulge, giving me a sexy show that never failed to make me drool and ache to run my fingers through that beautiful head of hair…preferably while he was on his knees for me.

Tonight, he was wearing a deep red v-neck shirt that clung to his sculpted chest and made his green eyes pop, along with a pair of fitted dark wash jeans that accentuated his thighs and gave a scintillating frame to his perfect ass. Honestly, that ass was a work of art. I should send God a thank you card or a quiche or something for making thatmasterpiece.Okay, plug up the thoughts, perv! Ugh. This was going to be a long night.

Bash sauntered into my dorm room and plopped himself down on my bed, as was his norm. “You ready to go, or do you need more time, princess?” Bash needled me.

“You know, I might be gay, but I have boundaries! I primp a lot less than some straight dudes I know,” I retorted, mock outrage filling my tone.

Bash laughed and quirked one of his thick, beautiful eyebrows at me. “So is this you saying that you’re ready to walk out of the door right now?”

Damn it. He knew me too well. “I was a little distracted with my packing, so not exactly,” I said choppily. Bash made a dramatic show of looking around my dorm.

“You mean, distracted by all two of the boxes you managed to pack?”

I stared blankly at him until he cracked and laughed at the expression on my face, a sparkle in his eye that I couldn’t resist if I tried.

“Give me just five minutes, and we can head out. I just need to change,” I told him. Bash nodded his head and said, “No rush, M&M. I’m here for you, not the party. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Why did he have to be so damn perfect? Bash was as laid back as they came where I was concerned, and we had never had an honest to God fight before. Anytime I was feeling feisty or in a shit mood, Bash always knew exactly how to handle me until I calmed down and reason returned to me. I mean, it’s not like I ever had a reason to be mad or annoyed with him. As I said, Bash was damn near perfect to me.

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