Friends With Benefits Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Jason

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“Come on, Dylan. You can do it.” I bite my cuticles as I watch him pull ahead of the swimmer to his right, while the swimmer to his left is keeping pace with him, matching him stroke for stroke. From where I’m standing, they’re in a dead heat, and my anxiety is killing me. It’s also the last event of the day, and if he loses, it’s going to be my fault. 

When we got back to our room last night after dinner, he wanted to go to bed, but I was too worked up to sleep, so naturally we went for round two. And then, round three. By the time we finished, we were both so tired that we just fell asleep together, completely naked in the same bed. And that led to round four this morning when we woke up. 

Just thinking about the filthy things we did to each other is enough to make my cock twitch back to life. Which is a problem, considering I’m literally only wearing a speedo right now in view of hundreds of people. 

I tear my eyes from the pool and casually walk back to the bench to get my robe… right where Theo is sitting. His eyes nearly bug out of their sockets, and he quips with a smirk, “Jeez, Jason, I didn’t realize you like swimming that much.” 

A horse laugh escapes me, and I flip him off. Snatching my robe from where he’s sitting, I pull it on, quickly tying the front so no one else gets to see the family jewels. Turning back around, I see Dylan pushing into the last lap with the swimmer on his left slightly trailing behind him now. The air turns electric as all our teammates join in cheering for him. 

“Let’s go, Dylan!” 

“You can do it!” 

“Come on, you’re almost there!” 

It’s going to be close, and the closer they get to the end of the lane, the more I hold my breath. 

With a final push, Dylan hits the pad right as the swimmer on the left does too, and we all turn with bated breath to look at the scoreboard and see that Dylan won just by a fraction of a second. The crowd goes wild, and I run over to Dylan’s lane just as he’s pulling himself out of the water. I slam into him, squeezing him in a bear hug, the two of us laughing and cheering. 

“You did it, baby! You fucking did it!” I scream over the roar of the crowd. 

Dylan pulls off his goggles, and I immediately see the want in his eyes. “We did, Jase. I couldn’t have done it without you.” Before I can even respond, his mouth crashes into mine, stealing my breath in a toe-curling kiss. 

I hear the crowd cheer even louder—after all, it’s not everyday you see two male team members making out on the pool deck—but it doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that Dylan is kissing me in front of everyone we care about. All our teammates. Our coach. Hell, even our parents are in the audience today. 

This is something I’ve been dreaming about for two years now. Something that’s been locked away in the deep recesses of my mind. Us. Out in the open like a real couple instead of just friends who get each other off. So when he swipes at my lips with his tongue, I open up for him, his tongue plunging into my mouth, claiming me as his own. 

I don’t know how long we stand there like that, consuming each other’s essence, but we only break apart when I feel a hand on my shoulder and find Coach awkwardly standing there like he’d much rather be doing something else. He looks at Dylan and mutters, “You did good, son. You—uh… the judges want to present you your ribbon.” 

Dylan flashes him a sheepish smile and walks to where the judges are waiting for him. I hang back and watch as they go through the motions of giving ribbons to the second and third place winners, only to find Theo and Leslie standing beside me now—the latter with a huge smirk on her face. 

“What’s that look for?” I ask. 

“Oh, nothing, I just won a hundred bucks thanks to you and Dylan.” 

“What? Why?” 

She glances at Theo, who looks annoyed now, and leans in, conspiratorially whispering, “I bet him that the two of you would come out as a couple before the semester was over.” She jabs a finger in Theo’s face. “He, on the other hand, didn’t even think you two were a couple.” 

“Whatever, Les. You just got lucky, is all,” he huffs. 

I look at both of them and then back at the man I love getting his ribbon and say, “No, I’m the one who got lucky.” 

Several hours and one victory dinner later, Dylan and I are finally back in our hotel room. Somehow we survived the onslaught of questions from our parents asking about the two of us dating and why we hadn’t said anything to them. Suffice to say, it was uncomfortable at best considering we haven’t actually discussed what we are. And there’s no way in hell we were telling them we’ve just been screwing around until now. 

But now that we’re alone again, I can’t stop the words that spill out of me. “What was that earlier, Dyl?” 

Dylan turns to look at me, his face vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen before, big brown eyes soft like melted chocolate. He walks over to where I’m standing by the bed and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. He places a kiss on my neck and keeps his face buried there. “I just… I wanted to—” 

He pulls away with a sigh and looks me in the eye. There’s a million thoughts swirling through my head, a million questions I want to ask, but I’m too scared to. And yet I can see the exact same thoughts and questions raging in his head. For the first time I’ve known him, I can see he’s just as scared as I am. Just as vulnerable. So I do the only thing I can think of. I finally say the words I’ve felt for years now. 

“I love you, Dylan.” 

He stares at me, unblinking, his face roiling with emotion. It feels like we’re frozen in time, staring at each other, waiting for something… But I already said my something, so when he finally breathes, he says the words I’ve been dying to hear. “I love you too, Jason. So fucking much.” 

He slams his mouth against mine again, our lips trying to convey years’ worth of emotion in one single kiss. But that’s not enough for me—I need more. So I pull away and grab the collar of his shirt. “Take your clothes off. I want you to fuck me.” 

Pure lust and desire fill his eyes, and we work quickly to get naked. Despite being intimately familiar with his naked body, there’s just something about seeing him standing there like that right now, both of us finally baring our truth for the world to see. 

He pushes me onto the bed, lying flat on my back while he grabs the lube we left out on the nightstand. 

Oops. Our bad housekeeping.

He pours a healthy amount of lube onto his fingers and pushes my knees back so I’m completely exposed, his eyes drinking in my hole. “Fuck, Jason. Are you sure you want me to do this?” He asks, swiping his fingers against my sensitive bud, working the lube in gently. 

My cock throbs at the sensation of his finger there, teasing me the same way he did yesterday. “I want this more than I want to be in the Olympics, baby. I need to feel you inside me.” 

Dylan shakes his head with a smirk and gently pushes in a finger, penetrating me for the first time. The stretch isn’t too bad, and soon enough he’s buried to the second knuckle, exploring the most intimate part of me. His finger moves around in my tight, warm channel and just when I think I’ve gotten used to it, he adds a second finger. Both of them work together, stretching and scissoring inside me, looking for my prostate. 

When he finds it, I see stars. It’s like a whole new side of me has been unlocked. 

“God fucking damnit, Dylan. That’s it! Touch me there again,” I plead with him. 

He smirks. “Yeah? You like that, baby? You like me massaging your prostate?” 

I can’t respond, my teeth are too busy digging into my lips to prevent me from screaming. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, he leans down and takes my rock-hard cock into his mouth. He starts with just the tip, sucking softly before taking it deeper into his mouth while his fingers fuck my hole. 

My back arches up of its own volition, the pleasure spreading up and down my spine and pooling low in my stomach. I grab his hand to stop him, otherwise I’ll come right now. 

He looks at me confused, brows furrowed together. “Are you okay? Want me to stop?”

I shake my head, eyes tightly shut. “Get your dick inside me, right now, Dylan. I want to come on your cock.” 

Jason’s fingers withdraw, and I hear him slicking up his cock. I finally open my eyes to see his stare is blistering, the brown of his iris nearly completely gone. He positions himself between my legs, the mushroom of his cock red and angry. He rubs the blunt head against my entrance, teasing it before slowly pushing past the sphincter. 

A low groan escapes me and my hips buck involuntarily, forcing him to grab them to stop me from impaling myself on his cock. 

“Oh, fuck, Jase. You should see your hole clenching around my cock. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he pants. The filth of his mouth causing my cock to throb against my stomach, and it only gets better when his fingertips brush over my rim, forcing it to contract around him. 

I let out a hiss as he pushes in even more, sliding his length inside me, inch by beautiful inch until he’s fully sheathed in me. The sensation of his cock inside me leaves me feeling so incredibly full, I’m afraid that I’m never going to want him to pull out. But then he pulls all the way back, just leaving his tip in before driving forward again. 

He repeats the process, pulling all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. Slowly but surely, building up to a pace that has my dick drooling all over my abs. And with each pass, his cock presses against my prostate, sending a bolt of electricity through me. 

Jason bends down while his hips thrust and captures my lips with his while I jack myself between us. The whimper that leaves his mouth and travels into mine is enough to push me over the edge, and without warning, I’m coming between us, spewing white-hot lava all over my torso. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screams, his hips pistoning into me. “I’m fucking coming inside you, baby.” 

“Come inside me, fill me up with your cum,” I groan as he unleashes pulse after pulse of his semen into me, claiming me, owning me. 

His hips stutter to a complete stop, buried inside me. Then he collapses onto me, his face buried in my neck, breathing heavily like he just swam the length of the pool five times. “That was the best thing I’ve ever done,” he breathes against me. He places a kiss on my neck before lifting himself up on his elbows, looking down on me. “I love you, Jason.” 

With a gulp, I manage to get out. “I love you too, Dylan. Will you be my boyfriend?” 

A grin illuminates his face, and he whispers, “Yes, I’ll be your boyfriend… with benefits.” 

I try to keep the smirk from my face, but we both burst out laughing, and I know in that moment that I finally got the one thing I’ve wanted more than anything. His love. 

The End.