This story is a complete work of fiction.

Note: It's been a while since I shared any stories with an audience and I miss it. This is a smutty little story inspired by a story I read on Nifty many years ago when I was much younger. Maybe some of you remember the story as well. I can't find it anymore, but it seems all these years later, it still stayed with me. I thought I would finally share it with an audience. Any feedback on my writing is encouraged and welcome, and any comments on what you liked or disliked. I may or may not continue this one.

You can reach me at: skylightsneverwiser@gmail.com, and support me via my Patreon for now: https://patreon.com/SkyLightsNeverWiser. And yes I used to post the stories "Sparkling Combustion" and "Loving Sam Lynch", on here many years ago as well. I wrote it when I was much younger, and don't really remember the big fuss! If you want a fun enemies to lovers romance, check it out. It's posted on nifty. You can also find my other works over at gayauthors under the author name Sky Lights, although I am currently locked out of my account on there. Its been a while since I shared my stuff, and please keep in mind most of those works were written when I was a teenager if you do decide to check them out.

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Coming Home

Sebastien had always been a quiet child who looked on the verge of tears whenever he had to address grownups in the long time we had known each other, but in those days leading up to the afternoon our relationship took a turn to the sexual, he had been displaying moments of rambunctiousness and rebelliousness when he was comfortable. I even heard him talking back to his mom once when I was over at his house, but I didn't make much of it, not realizing Sebastian was changing and growing up. Typically, Sebastien and I spent the majority of our time hanging out at my house, where he seemed most comfortable, so I didn't know the extent of the changes that were happening to my Sebastian.

I didn't make much of it that day when he hopped onto my back as I lay on the old beige carpet in our tv-room, which was a room that was sort of in the basement but not quite. A door led out right into the backyard from the TV room, and the windows let in the hot afternoon sun.

I was watching some cartoons when Sebastien did his thing and jumped on my back. He mockingly wrestled me with his, at the time, slightly thinner frame that was beginning to fill out. On TV loud dramatic music boomed and a cacophony of sounds drowned out my annoyance at being pinned down.

"Cut it out." I told him, as I tried to shrug him off, but Sebastien only pressed his body tighter against me. I could feel his warmth and the softness of his skin against my back as he lay his head on my arm from behind, which made me pause for a moment. "Not today, Sebastien." I said, perhaps a touch harshly. But Sebastien wasn't afraid of me the way he could be with others. We never spoke of it, but I wondered if something horrible had happened to him as a child often, and that's why he was fearful and timid around others.

I heard a soft giggle and then his lips pressed against my arm, their warmth suffusing through my t-shirt. A funny little feeling fluttered in my tummy as I remembered how full and pretty those lips were, and then I was confused, brow furrowed, as I reached behind me to peel Sebastien off of me. Sebastien only giggled more, pressing himself even more firmly against my back, and that felt good, that felt like coming home, but I paused only briefly before virtually dragging Sebastian off of me with a strong grip of his upper arm. He landed beside me on the carpet with a thud and an oomph. I peeked at him to see him breathing heavily, looking winded from his efforts, with a grin on his face and a little surprised expression as he stared off into the void of the ceiling. I assumed he was coming to his senses since I had never been so rough with him, but I was mistaken.

I turned my attention back to my show, watching mindlessly, comforted by my friend by my side, who didn't wait very long before he was back at it. This time he came closer softly, and I felt every minute motion as he pressed his stomach against my side where I still lay on my stomach, throwing a leg over my leg. I grunted at him and he giggled, softening my resistance.

"Sebastien." I chided, reaching out to ruffle his hair. I peeked over at him to see him smile big and press his cheek against my bicep once more.

It occurred to me, entirely as a straight male, how beautiful Sebastien was. I couldn't help but appreciate his form. His curly hair was a burnished copper colour that glowed like a halo around his head in the summer sun, his eyes were bright green and glinted and flashed whenever he was upset in a way that made me see myself in him, his lips were full and luscious and the most Sebastian thing about my Sebastian, while his jawline was decidedly the most masculine feature on someone so pretty. He'd been scrawny until that year, and I had noticed him bulking up somewhat, although he hadn't realized he was bigger now, as he continued his former antics with me.

I went back to watching TV in that mindless way I had back then, and Sebastien moved back on top of me, laying his body fully on top of mine this time. He was only a few inches shorter than me now, but I don't think he had caught on, and thinking he was much smaller, he let me feel the full weight of his body. It was embarrassing, but I loved Sebastien too much to tell him off.

I didn't anticipate what happened next. While I tuned back into my cartoons fully, Sebastien's mind was cooking up new ideas. I had no clue later after he had gone home, what was going on in his head, but after about twenty minutes of laying there together, uncaring who could walk in at any moment and find us this way, I felt his lips and the warmth and heat against my bicep through the fabric once more. A swirl of feelings both heavy and light that I didn't recognize moved through me, transforming within me into blossoms that ended in the pit of my stomach, but it didn't occur to me to shrug him off any longer. I felt entranced, as my attention wavered from the TV, to what Sebastien was doing. It felt right, is what I think all these years later, but at the time, my teenage hormones took precedence, not the whirlwind of emotions I felt for my best friend.

All of a sudden, with a jolt, I realized I could feel Sebastien's dick against my back, and he was hard against me. Now I opened my mouth to protest, reaching around behind me with the intention of peeling him off, but then I heard a tiny little moan escape Sebastien's mouth as he ground himself against me instinctively, and my hand rested somewhere along his shoulder blade instead, the sound of it entrancing me and turning my mind into a blank mush. I grew semi-hard. There was a long beat, where I processed what was going on: My best friend was basically using me as a toy to masturbate with. Then Sebastian moaned and ground himself against me again, and I felt something I didn't know until later was all the love I had for him. It felt way too good to want to stop him. In retrospect, I would say everything within me was alive at that moment. I looked over my shoulder, hand falling away from where it lay on his shoulder, as if encouraging him, and he looked into my eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed, filled with something I didn't recognize until years later was love. He just smiled a simple unquestioning smile at me, no shame on his face.

We stayed like that for almost an hour before Sebastien had to go home. Sebastian stayed on top of me, pressing and rubbing himself against me until I was only pretending to watch the TV. I felt powerless to stop it. It felt way too good being there with him like that.

After that day, for a few weeks before I put a stop to it, Sebastien would somehow end up frotting against me while I watched my cartoons. I would get hard, but nothing more came of it. I don't think fooling around was his primary aim, we were too used to whiling the time away with each other, but somehow or the other, after bothering me for a while, he would wind up frotting against me while moaning softly. Those moans and giggles are still ingrained in my memory.

In high-school, the unthinkable happened--my fault, and Sebastian and I grew apart. We moved in different social circles for a while, before our friendship gradually tapered off. Now, years later, Sebastian is just a name on my list of facebook friends. Once in a while, I would open up the chat window, intending to reach out, but I always ended up closing the window without saying anything.

Today that was about to change.

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