Page 17 of Best Friends

Look at Adam and Clay… I can’t lose more friends…

Hayden’s hands were sliding all over him as he coaxed Hayden to the couch. Finally managing it, he pushed his friend down and hovered over him.

“Come ‘ere,” Hayden whispered. “I want to touch you.”

“I’ll be right back,” Jesse murmured, backing away. He forced himself to the front door they’d left open. Once it was closed and locked, he leaned against it, trying to calm his beating heart. He sucked in a deep breath, blew out, and then did it again, trying to get a handle on himself. When he walked back into the living room, Hayden was thankfully passed out.

After he took Hayden’s shoes off, he checked both of Hayden’s pockets, looking for the car keys. Reaching into one pocket, he could feel his friend’s hard cock through the thin material under the pocket. He closed his eyes a second before pulling his hand and the keys out. Once he covered the guy up, he went back to bed.

And didn’t sleep a wink.

He reached down, his hand grazing his still-hard cock. Jesse pushed the edges of his pajama bottoms down, until his cock popped free.

It’ll help me go back to sleep.

Yeah. That’s why I’m doing this…

Jesse closed his eyes… and memories of that kiss and the night they’d had so long ago coalesced in his mind. He remembered other things, moments they’d shared, the closeness they had… the handsome look to Hayden’s face. The years of friendship that always felt like something was missing.

It took a few short strokes for him to come. He lay there, panting in the middle of his big bed alone. Once he cleaned himself up and got comfortable again, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing there was no way in hell he was getting any sleep.

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By the time sunlight flooded his bedroom, Jesse gave up on trying to sleep. He rose, stretched, and turned to place his feet on the floor. Exhaustion filled him. Thank god it’s Saturday. He could sleep off the rest of the day if he needed to.

Once his house guest departed.

He thought back to the night before and wondered what he was about to face. Getting up, he made his way out and down the hall… and into the living space. Hayden was still conked out on the couch, so Jesse went on to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He was just pouring himself a cup when he saw a rough-looking Hayden scuffle into the kitchen.

“How the hell did I get here last night?” he asked.

Jesse eyed his friend, not sure what to say. Instead, he poured Hayden a cup, tossed in a spoonful of sugar, and handed it over. “You drove. When you had no business behind the wheel.”

Hayden took the cup and drew in a deep breath. “You make the best coffee.”

He scooted across the kitchen and took a seat at the table before bringing the cup to his lips.

“No comment about the driving?”

“You’re right. I probably shouldn’t have driven. Since I can’t even remember doing it.”

Jesse walked over to the table. Apparently, Hayden didn’t recall anything. Maybe that was for the best. He took a seat. “Probably? Hayden—I don’t know what’s up with you lately, but you need to get a handle on yourself. The partying… the drinking…” You’re the reason I drink. Jesse paused, those words slipping back into his mind. “You’re going to end up killing yourself or someone else. I think you need help.”

Hayden lifted his cup to his lips but said nothing.

“Are you even listening?” Jesse demanded.

“I am,” Hayden said. “I have been pushing things a bit too far.”

“Is there a reason why?”

Hayden lifted his gaze from the cup to Jesse’s—held it a moment—and then looked back to the cup. “I’ve just got some things on my mind.”

“Things you can’t discuss with your best friend?”

Hayden shook his head. “Thing I need to handle on my own.”

“Cause you’re doing such a bang-up job right now.”

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