10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

by Emmy Sanders

For tonight, I’ll prove I can learn his mouth as well as I know the man himself.

“It’s the easiest thing,” I admit, still stuck on that. “I don’t really understand why now, you know? I don’t know why it’s him. But…” I think over how to explain it to my friend. “I think I liked him first. As a person. And maybe that made it easier for me to consider what a physical relationship between us might look like. And I’m not saying all relationships need to include sex because of course they don’t. But I do like Joey’s body. I like looking at him. I like being close to him. I really like kissing him. And, I mean, shit. Have you seen the dude’s hammies? You haven’t, but trust me, they’re thick. And don’t even get me started on his stomach.”

“But tell me more about this tongue thing. I can do that to his ass?” Jason drops his face into his hands. Yeah. I think this whole queer-awakening thing is going smashingly.

I start to worry I may get my first ever gym-boner.

Joey disappears around the corner, and I take a moment to shake myself loose. So Joey is hot. I already knew that. Not like it’s a big deal if he wants to show it off a little. Or a lot. He should be proud to display those thighs and that artisanal stomach. Not to mention the little trail that leads down below the band of his itty-bitty shorts that I most definitely want to follow with my—

Joey looks amused as he turns his treadmill on. “Feeling okay?” “Me? Oh, just swell. Not that I’m swelling. Gosh, no. None of that. Because it’d be inappropriate. At a gym. Which…heh. Swole. It’s kinda the same but not at all, you know?” And oh my God, someone stop me.

“Lots of nuts.” Joey lifts a quizzical brow, and I hasten to add, “Not my own! I wasn’t, like, jerking off all day.” Only once. Okay, maybe twice. Three times tops. While thinking about Joey and his abs.

“Yes,” I say excitedly. “Yeah. Yep. Count me in. Do I get to play with your hardwood?” There’s a long beat of silence before Joey’s lips twitch. “You’re talking about my floors, aren’t you?” “What else would I be—Oh.” “Oh,” Joey repeats, grinning. He steps in close, fingertips pressing lightly to my stomach, his breath passing near my ear as my own hitches. “Either way, bub, the answer will be yes.”

“You… You can’t just say stuff like that while I’m wearing gym shorts.” “No?” he asks mildly, looking rather pleased with himself. “No way, dude. That’s, like, Boner Bro Code 101. Everyone knows nylon is off limits. What…what are you doing?”

“Just that I’m fairly certain you’re a literal angel, and I’ve never been between a guy’s thighs before, but I’m a little jealous of that empty space between yours.”

I think, quite possibly, I’m really going to enjoy my foray into hardwood.

He has a smile on his face the entire time we work, and when I point out the nails he’s removing are called brads, he gleefully starts making jokes. “Fuck, that brad was tight. Really had to wiggle my way in.” “Heh. Wanna watch me hammer myself?” “Hello, brad. I’m Brad. Prepare to meet your doom, as there can only be one.” I wonder if he’d prefer a spring or fall wedding.

“Hey, bub?” “Yeah?” “I’ve tapped a thousand brads, but not one of them measures up to you.”

“It’s just…that’s your penis. Like, hello. I’m jacking your erect cock right now.”

“Fu-u-uck,” I moan. “So very definitely queer.”

I let him hold me against the wall. Hold me up, really. Like any time I’m in Joey’s arms, I feel safe. Cocooned. Precious, even.

We’ll need to wash up again to remedy the sticky situation between us. Unfortunate, really, considering how nice my jizz looks on Joey’s skin.

I just had sex with a man. This man. I think I can most definitely add that to my list. Step six in Brad’s Guide to Finding Himself and Falling in Love: Wade fearlessly into the unknown. Big. Fucking. Check.

I run my hand lightly over his shoulder, the feel of him tucked against me, all smooth skin and warm man, making my throat catch. It feels so…normal. Or what I want normal to be. Brad, here in my bed, or me in his. Waking up together. Being together, period.

People spend their entire lives searching for this. Trying to find the right person at the right time. To know I’ve found mine…my right person…without yet knowing if it’s the right time? It’s terrifying.

me, bub. Come on my stomach. Mark me up all you want.”

“Joey,” Brad groans, fingers flexing against my pecs. “I need you to come. Need you to—need you.”

Brad lifts his hand slowly, cool air washing over my chest as he trails his pointer finger downwards. It takes me a minute to realize he’s not just rubbing our cum into my skin, but… “Did you just spell out your name?” I check. He makes a satisfied sound, patting the side of my stomach before hopping up with energy I’m not expecting. “I sure did.

“He was mine. I don’t know how to explain it other than he claimed me, and I claimed him, and that was it, you know? I think sometimes you just know someone is going to be important to you, even if you don’t know how.” “Yeah,” Joey says quietly, his gaze intent on me when I look his way. “I know what you mean.”

“There haven’t been many people in my life who knew how to handle me. I know I’m…a lot. And maybe that’s why I fell into video games, you know? Playing them at first. And then making them. It’s a space where imagination is limitless. And perhaps there’s no truly perfect world, imagined or real, but when I think of my perfect world? Of what I want my life to be? I just want to be happy being me. What I’m trying to say is… Jason was the first person who accepted me as I am. Who made my life a happy one. Now, there’s you.” “Bub,” Joey says, nearly a whisper.

“I know we haven’t known each other for long,” I rush on. “But you’re one of my closest friends. You’re my people now. My Joey Kangaroo. So just…you better get used to me being around, man, because I’ve already claimed you. And I’m not that easy to shake.”

“Oh fuck. Your tongue. That’s really good. That’s—Jesus!”

I smirk as I manage to get his entire sac in my mouth. I run my thumb along the tip of his dick as I suck him gently, tongue rubbing the undersides of his balls. “Double balling,” he breathes, making me choke on a laugh.

“Your mouth is a treasure,” he gasps. “Pure gold. Fuck, you’re sexy. Holy shit. I’m gonna come.”

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, punching my hips. He gasps, and I repeat the motion, relishing the sound he makes. “You’re good. And kind. And so fucking sexy it kills me sometimes.”

“I want you all the time,” I admit, the sound of my hips slapping Brad’s ass and the feel of his thighs around my dick turning my control into a tenuous thing. “All the time. And I’ll never take more than you want to give me. But I’d take everything if you let me.”

It’s not logical. To know that so soon. To be so utterly sure of it. But love, well… I don’t think it’s an emotion that’s ever been ruled by logic or reason.

“I mean, we’ve already talked test results,” he goes on. “We’re not fucking anyone else. It’d be kinda hot to know your cum is in my ass. For you to know. For me to know you know.”

“Here’s the thing,” he finally says. “I know I’ll enjoy fucking you. It’s a given. But I’m fairly certain you fucking me is going to rearrange my world a little. And I guess I’m kinda looking forward to that.”

Which means I wanted a romantic relationship with Joey before I ever wanted a sexual one.

Stupid sexy fucking consideration.

Don’t compare yourself to others as a measure of should have when it comes to figuring out your sexuality. Or anything, really. You’re perfect as you are, bub.”

I decide, despite the limitations of my body, I’m going to try very hard to have Joey’s babies.

“I…really want to make a joke right now.” “About…” “About climbing you like the sturdy tree you are and finding a nice branch to fit between my legs. In case it’s not clear, your dick is the branch.”

“How do you feel about…watersports?” I suck in a gasp. “Yesss. Can I drive the boat?” “Absolutely not,” Joey says, letting me go and making for the ladder. “But you can be a good boy and enjoy the ride.”

“Bub, if I wanted to give you a boner, I’d tell you that as soon as you’re ready for it, I’ll show you what it feels like to have someone inside of you. I’ll open you up with my fingers. One, then two, then three, until you’re begging to feel how much further I can reach with my cock. I’ll introduce you to your prostate, make you ache in the best possible way, and only then will you find out what it’s like to be fucked within an inch of your life. And you’ll thank me for it.”

that my feelings for my gym-bud turned friend turned…more…are far more complicated than not platonic.

“You did good, bub.” He preens, even as his cheeks flush. And the man thinks he doesn’t have a praise kink.

I light the candles on the top of the cake, Brad and I singing “Happy Birthday” to my mom. It’s such a simple thing, a small celebration for a woman who deserves the world, as far as I’m concerned. But being here with these people, the water lapping at the shore and the sun starting its descent in the sky, I feel immeasurably content. Happy in a way I don’t remember being since I was a child. So when we finish the song and my mom says, “There are three candles. Why don’t we all make a wish?” I don’t hesitate. I wish… That I never have to give this up.

No, I’m not one to let an obstacle get the better of me. Which is why I’m standing proudly in my bathroom, butt-ass naked, determination spurring me on in the face of my most recent—and possibly wickedest—adversary. “You. Will. Not. Win,” I say firmly. The enema bulb stares back at me.

Granted, it’s Joey’s cock I’m looking forward to having inside my ass, not this literal douchenozzle. But hey, one step at a time, right?

Emotional support cuddle-bro for the win.

“I’ve been thinking I’d really like to see how much of your dick I can fit in my mouth. And then, maybe, we could try the same with my ass?”

“So super sure,” I tell him, the feel of his fingertip unerringly finding its target infinitely more arousing than the impersonal plastic of the nozzle I shoved up my ass earlier. “I want—” I huff out a breath as Joey presses against me, just a little. “I want you to do what you promised. I want you to wreck me, Joey. To show me what it can feel like. I’m ready.”

“All I will ever do is worship you,” he promises, leaning down to press a kiss near my ear. The next one lands on my neck, his stubble making me break out in goose bumps. “I will make you feel good. Only good, bub. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t give to you if it’s within my power to do so. Whatever you want. Whatever you need, it’s yours.”