Friends With Benefits Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Dylan

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

There’s nothing worse than having to go to class after a three hour swim session. But every Thursday, Jason and I are stuck going to a biology lab as part of our core requirements. It should be easy considering the TA for the lab, Theo, is one of our teammates, but the dude is so uptight about the rules that he never helps us out when we really need it. 

Like today, when all I really want to do is go to the dining hall, stuff myself until I’m about to explode, and then fall asleep—right after Jason jerks me off, of course. Instead, I’m standing here watching Jason cut into a frog as we look for the damn thing’s gallbladder. I didn’t even know frogs had gallbladders. 

And then there’s the smell. If people think swimmers always smell bad from chlorine, then they really should get to know biologists who are around formaldehyde all the time. 

I wrinkle my nose, trying not to sneeze all over our specimen as Jason pokes around its insides. “Apparently the gallbladder should be behind the liver,” I tell him, looking at the diagram of a frog in our textbook. “You might have to lift that up to see it.” 

Jason lifts like I tell him to, and as soon as he does, some type of liquid shoots out of the frog and splashes onto the apron he’s wearing. Startled, he drops the forceps right on top of the frog, which causes even more liquid to shoot out, this time landing on his lips. 

I stare at him as he stands there with wide, unblinking eyes. For just a second I think he’s going to be fine, but then he gags—and not in the way I’m used to—before covering his mouth with his hand. Then he rips off the apron before retching again into his shirt. I try rubbing his back, but he just shakes his head and runs out of the lab room. 

Within seconds I hear laughter from all around and some asshole football player behind me mutters pussy under his breath. I shoot him a glare that could kill and grab our bags before looking for Theo, who just nods towards the door. 

I guess there’s finally some benefit to having him as our TA. 

The moment I step outside the room, I can breathe easier. But there’s no sign of Jason anywhere, so I make my way down the hall to the nearest restroom, hoping that he went there. 

Pushing the door open with my foot—cause ew, bio lab restrooms are even worse than pool restrooms—the sound of gagging echoes off the walls. I find my best friend around the corner bent over the sink, rinsing his mouth out. We’re alone, thankfully. Though I’m not sure if it was like that when he got here or if he scared off whatever unsuspecting soul he may have encountered and subsequently scarred with the way he was heaving and gagging. 

I place our bags on the counter and step up beside him. “Can I get you anything? Water? Napkins?” Getting a whiff of his breath. “Mouthwash?” 

He finally grins at me and mutters, “Jerk. Here I am upchucking everything I had for lunch, and you’re making fun of me for getting assaulted by a dead amphibian.” 

I fold in my lips and try to contain the chuckle that threatens to escape me. “I’m pretty sure you can’t be assaulted by something that’s been dead for weeks.” 

“Tell that to Jerry,” he mutters. 

My jaw drops open. “You did not name the frog!” 

He gives me a sheepish look. “I did… but clearly that was a mistake.” 

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “Yeah, no kidding.” I gently slap him on the back. “Come on, dude, let’s go have dinner. Food always helps get your mind off things.” 

Sure enough, digging into a bowl of chicken alfredo helps Jason forget all his… Jerry problems. 

Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop Tiffany—the universities’ most prominent jersey chaser—from slipping into the seat next to him with what I assume is an attempt at a seductive smile. “Hey, Jason. How’s it going?” 

Irritation flashes across Jason’s face, and I have to bite my lip from grinning like an idiot. He puts down the forkful of pasta with a sigh. “Hey, Tiffany. What can I do for you?”

She genuinely looks thrown off by Jason’s tone, so I’m not surprised when she attempts to double down on the flirting by running her fingers along Jason’s arm before sliding them up to squeeze his bicep. “Oh, it’s not what you can do for me, but what I can do for you.”

I lean back in my chair, getting comfortable for the inevitable rejection that’s coming from Jason. This isn’t the first time she’s tried getting in his speedos and it probably won’t be the last either. And I’m pretty sure she has a goal of sleeping with every major athlete on campus, so this is par for the course. 

Jason smirks, leaning in close to her ear and whispers loud enough for me to hear, “Sure, you can go sit somewhere else so I can enjoy my dinner.” 

Tiffany’s eyes burn with fury, and before I know it, she’s pouring the kale smoothie he was drinking into his lap. 

“Shit! What the hell did you do that for?”

“She glares at him and spits, “That’s what you get for being an asshole.”

As she stomps away, Jason mutters, “Crazy bitch.” 

I’m helpless to do anything but hand him napkins so he can try to clean himself up. But his jeans are soaked through, and people are staring and pointing now. 

“Jase…” 

He shakes his head and gets up before I can figure out what to say. He runs off towards our dorm, leaving me to scramble behind him while trying to carry both our bags since he seems to have forgotten about his. 

“Jase, wait. Slow down!”

“Just leave me alone, Dylan. I’ve had a crappy day as it is.” 

But leaving him alone isn’t something I know how to do. Something I can’t do. 

So logically, I follow him all the way to his room, and it isn’t until we’re locked behind his door that he finally turns around to look at me. There are tears in his eyes, and my heart feels like someone just stomped on it. 

 I step right up into his space and wrap my arms around him. He leans his head against my shoulder and lets out a sharp gasp as I rub his back. “I’m sorry for being such a big baby. You’re always taking care of me and shit.” 

I pull away to look him in the eye. “Hey, don’t sweat it. All things considered, you had a pretty terrible day. Between Coach yelling, getting assaulted by a frog, and getting a smoothie dumped in your lap is enough to put anyone in a bad mood.” 

“Yeah, but I was supposed to take care of you and now I—”

I cut him off with my lips before my brain can even process the thought. And it doesn’t take long for him to get over the shock, because his tongue teases against the seam of my lips and I open for him. 

His tongue gently swipes against mine, eliciting a whimper from me as I taste the remnants of his smoothie. He pulls back and gently bites my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue and then plunging it back into my mouth. 

I don’t know what possessed me to kiss him, but given the way he’s kissing me back, I don’t regret it. 

We’ve never actually kissed before. Sure, we jerk and suck each other off all the time. But we’ve never discussed kissing each other, so we just didn’t do it. Like it was some unspoken rule or something. 

But now that we have, I don’t want to stop. 

I break away from his lips to take my shirt off and shove down my pants, leaving me in my tight boxer-briefs while he strips off to match me. 

Our mouths collide again as our bare chests brush against each other. My hands run all over him, mapping the hard planes of his muscles. His abs are well defined and taper into a sharp V-cut that leads down into his underwear, his cock pitching a large tent. 

“Fuck, Dyl. This was supposed to be my turn.” 

I smirk and mutter against his lips, “Consider this a pick-me-up.” I drop to my knees, quickly pulling down his boxer-briefs. My fingers wrap around his hard shaft, and I stroke him gently, from root to tip. With each pass, my palm twists around his crown, spreading his precum all over him. 

His moans have my cock throbbing and leaking in my underwear. I’m tempted to reach in there and take care of it, but I don’t want to distract myself with my own pleasure while I take care of his. 

Licking my lips, I lean in and swipe my tongue against his helmet, collecting his precum before teasing his slit with the tip of my tongue, just like he likes it. Taking just the head into his mouth, I roll my tongue around his crown before pulling back and licking the underside of his shaft like a lollipop. 

I swallow him back into my mouth, slowly letting his shaft slide over my tongue inch by inch until he’s fully seated in my throat. My nose rubs against his smooth pelvis and I swallow to contract my throat around him. 

Jason’s hands fly into my hair and his grip is tight enough to sting, but still feels nice. “Godfuckingdamnit, Dylan,” he pants, “your throat is amazing, baby.”

Since I can’t respond with my mouth occupied, I hum around him at his praises, which send vibrations up his length that cause him to leak even more in my mouth. 

He holds me there, and I swirl my tongue around his length as best as I can, breathing through my nose. 

After two years of doing this, I’m intimately familiar with his taste, and I can honestly say that I enjoy having him in my mouth. 

His hips involuntarily start thrusting into me as I work him in and out while hollowing my cheeks, the head never leaving my mouth. “Oh God, baby, I’m going to come soon.” 

With another hum, I swallow his entire length again down my throat, and that’s enough to get his legs shaking. He holds me at the base of my skull, and I can feel his cock throb and pulse inside me. That’s when the dam breaks and with a low groan he unleashes his cum down my throat. 

I work to swallow every drop and don’t stop until he’s completely spent and shivering. 

He collapses onto his bed, and I follow him up there, where he promptly wraps his arms around me, pulling my head onto his chest. 

I can hear his heartbeat slowing down as he tries to recover, and he places a kiss on top of my head. “Thank you, Dylan.” 

“Of course, what are best friends for?”

We lie there for a while, listening to each other’s breathing. And just when I think he’s fallen asleep, he says, “Now I owe you for two sessions.”