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The next few days continued in the same pattern. They’d drive most of the day, neither one of them straying from safe topics such as surfing, Adrian’s job or their idiot group of friends. Then at night they’d get drunk and stumble back to a motel room to jerk each other off. If Ox or Colby had realised what was going on, then neither of them were dumb enough to bring it up. Deran found himself surprisingly okay with it all. Adrian was… Adrian. It’s not like he was going out looking for random guys to fuck, he wouldn’t do that. This wasn’t about him being a fag - it was just about his best friend. He trusted Adrian not to go back on his word about keeping it between them and for once in his life he was doing what HE wanted, without Smurf or Baz dictating his choices and watching his every move. And what he wanted now was Adrian.
The last day of the drive had them crossing the border at Chetumal. Adrian got all tense and paranoid as soon as they started seeing signs for the check point.
“Will you relax?” Deran sighed “Even if they figured out that I stole the jeeps and changed the plates they’re not going to have told every damn country in South America to watch out for us. We haven’t committed an international fucking massacre.”
“WE haven’t done anything” Adrian muttered. “Your stupid ass did”
Deran turned the radio up to drown him out but quickly realised Adrian’s phone was plugged in and his shit whiny Paulo Nutini album was playing. He groaned and went to shut it off, but his friend slapped his hand away.
“I’m listening to that.”
“If I leave it on will you quit bitching at me about the gun?”
“I didn’t mention the gun”
“You were about to”
Adrian opened his mouth to protest but then shrugged and smiled “Okay I was, but if we get caught I’m running and leaving you - you can use it to cover me”
Deran let out a sharp laugh “Okay deal.”
As they waited in line at the border crossing Adrian was incessantly bouncing his leg up and down and tapping his hands on the window ledge of the jeep. Deran fought his irritation and took a deep breath – he had plans for that night that were going to involve more than a hurried drunken hand-job and starting a fight now wouldn’t be helpful. The last two nights he’d been trying to build up the courage to suck Adrian off. Adrian hadn’t made a move to go any further than what they’d been doing, and Deran had been too chicken to initiate it, but every mile he put between them and Oceanside gave him more confidence - so tonight was going to be the night.
“Adrian, man. You might as well be waving a neon fucking sign that says ‘yo policeman, come see what I got under my seat.’ Quit bouncing around.”
“I can’t help it” Adrian hissed at him. “I haven’t had as much practise as you.”
“Just relax, pretend to be asleep or something. Just quit this, you’re making me fucking nervous.”
Adrian glared at him out of the side of his eye but stilled his legs and started fiddling on his phone instead.
“And find some better fucking tunes while you’re at it, or they won’t let us in.”
Adrian reached over and smacked him in the arm. Instead of retaliating, Deran surprised himself by grabbing onto his hand and gently squeezing it.
“It’s all okay yeah?” he reassured softly as he released his hand. Adrian looked over at him equally surprised but nodded his head, smiling back at him.
They got through the border unscathed and spent the remaining two-hour drive to Belize City arguing about what music to play. They’d decided to crash in the city for a night before heading out to the islands. They all wanted to try out Long Caye, but it was a privately-owned island and they had to pay some company to stay there and surf. So, they figured they’d try Ambergris Caye first and see if they met anyone who could hook them up for free.
They pulled into the hotel around 9pm and took their bags up to the rooms. Ox banged on their door and asked “Bar?”
Deran could see Adrian opening his mouth to agree so quickly cut him off “Nah man we’re beat. We’re just gonna hang here tonight.”
Adrian turned to him, surprised “We are?”
Deran stared at him “Yeah… that’s what we said.”
“We did?”
Deran inwardly groaned. When did Adrian get so dense? “Yeah man” He continued to glare into Adrian’s eyes willing his friend to get a fucking clue.
“Uh yeah … right.” Adrian still looked confused but had clearly decided to make a vague and half-assed attempt to play along “We did.”
Ox, equally confused looked between the two of them and then shrugged, leaving them to it.
Adrian looked over at Deran with a questioning shrug “Was I asleep for that chat?”
Deran shook his head “Thought we could hang out. Just the two of us.”
Adrian chuckled “You know, you could have actually had that conversation with me instead of having it in your head and expecting me to know”
Deran smiled sheepishly and scratched his head “Didn’t think about it.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of tequila he’d picked up in Mexico. Adrian groaned at him and shook his head in protest
“I don’t think I can take anymore of that stuff just yet! How about I run out and grab some beers?”
Deran nodded in agreement and reached into his pocket for his wallet. Adrian waved him away
“I can stretch to some beers D. Back in a few.”
Left alone in the room Deran started to get nervous and fidgety. He messed his hair up, then smoothed it back out again. How did Adrian like it? He had no fucking clue. He said the other night he liked Deran’s hair, but he was drunk and there was a good chance he’d just been talking shit. Should he change his shirt? They’d been driving all day, so he was probably stinking. He decided he had time for a quick shower so jumped in to freshen up.
When he got out he put a clean(ish) tank top on and had just started messing with his hair again when he heard the click of the door. Adrian walked back in with a bag of beer and some snacks. He looked over at Deran as he put it down on the desk.
“Did you change?”
“Uh yeah I was hot.”
“What are you doing to your hair?”
“Nothing” Deran said defensively. “I had a shower… it was wet.”
“A shower too? Are you making an effort for me?” Adrian smirked
Deran then felt flustered and moved towards the bag to get a beer. Clearly, he needed alcohol for this. Maybe they should have gone out with the other two after all. Adrian grabbed his arm and pulled him around
“What’s up? You’re being twitchy”
“Nothing... give me a beer?”
Adrian handed one over with a smile “Now who needs to relax?”
Deran rolled his eyes and downed half the bottle in a quick chug. Much better. He made his way over to the bed and threw himself on it, relaxing back against the headboard. “This place is nicer than all the others” he observed “Your choice?”
Adrian shrugged “Only so many flea-pits a guy can handle in one week. Figured we deserved an upgrade for our first night here.”
Deran turned on the tv and flicked through the channels until he came to some crappy Vince Vaughn comedy. He patted the bed beside him, gesturing for Adrian to come and sit. His friend grabbed himself a beer and a bag of Doritos and then flopped down next to him.
“So?” Adrian asked
Deran shrugged “Just wanted to chill out a bit.”
“You’ve spent pretty much every second of the last five days with me… not sick of me yet?” his friend asked with a smile.
“No, never” Deran surprised them both with the sincerity in his voice. “I mean, you know, I need a break from the other two” he continued, trying to cover himself. Adrian said nothing, but his smile grew bigger. They sat in silence for a few minutes both pretending to watch the movie. Deran grabbed the bag of chips from next to Adrian, mostly to give his hands something to do. He put the open bag back between them and they both reached for a handful at the same time. Instead of grabbing the chips Deran managed to grab Adrian’s hand. He blushed and let go, moving his hand away quickly.
“Second hand-hold today” Adrian teased him.
“Shut up” Deran mumbled, his face growing pink.
Adrian picked up the bag of chips and moved it onto the nightstand. He then reached over, grabbed onto Deran’s tank top and pulled it towards him. Deran went with it and found his friends lips on his, so he reached his hand around the back of Adrian’s head to pull him closer. As he felt the other man deepen the kiss he slipped his tongue past his lips and tugged on his hair. He wanted to do this, but he needed to feel like he was in control of it all. He moved his other hand to Adrian’s chest and pushed his friend back onto the bed, climbing over until he was firmly on top. He kept one hand in Adrian’s hair while his other hand slipped down the front of his shorts. Adrian moaned softly as Deran’s hand found his cock. Deran felt it instantly grow harder in his hand and smirked. Adrian was so damn easy. He gave it a few firm tugs and then felt his friend’s hand seeking out his own dick. He swatted Adrian’s hand away and shook his head. Adrian looked up at him quizzically
“No?”
“No” Deran confirmed “I want to umm… do something different.” He sat up, so he was straddling Adrian’s lap, his cock still held gently in his hands.
“Different?” his friend asked.
Deran didn’t respond. He leaned over to give him a brief kiss and then slid down his body until his face was in front of Adrian’s very hard dick. He pulled Adrian’s shorts all the way down and helped him to kick them off. He glanced back up at his friend, searching his face for permission. When Adrian didn’t protest he grabbed back hold of his cock licking a stripe from the base all the way up to the head.
“Shit” he heard Adrian moan from further up the bed. He took that as encouragement and swirled his tongue around the head of Adrian’s cock before sucking it into his mouth. He kept one hand there firmly stroking him while he took him deeper and deeper into his mouth, licking and sucking at his cock. At one point he felt Adrian’s hand on the back of his head trying to push him closer, he shook his head to knock his hand away and his friend quickly moved it back to the mattress.
He heard his friend gasp “Jesus D… you’re good at that.”
As Deran started to pick up the pace, Adrian’s hips bucked reflexively towards him, so he moved one hand onto them to hold him still. He then swallowed him whole, Adrian’s slick cock sliding easily down his throat. He fought his gag reflex, coming back up for air before repeating the action. He could taste his own spit mixed with Adrian’s pre-come and he fucking loved it. He could hear his friend’s breathing quicken and felt his body start to tense and realised from the last few days experience that Adrian was about to blow his load. Deran had to make to decision quickly, and he surprised them both by sucking Adrian back into his mouth and swallowing down his cum as it spurted out of his friend’s cock. When Adrian was spent he released him with a ‘pop’ and looked up the bed at him. Adrian was still breathing heavily, looking back at him with glazed eyes and an open mouth
“That was unexpected.”
“Really?”
“Well… yeah. I mean jerking me off is one thing… but that…” he trailed off.
“You didn’t seem to be complaining?”
“Oh, I’m definitely not” he laughed “Want me to return the favour?” He started to pull Deran back up the bed towards him.
Deran shook his head “Maybe later. I am actually beat. Watch this shit movie for a bit?”
“Sure” Adrian agreed easily, moving over to make room for Deran. They watched the last thirty minutes of the movie in comfortable silence. When the credits started to roll Deran realised that Adrian had fallen asleep. He jostled the covers down underneath Adrian’s body before pulling them back up over him. He then glanced at the other bed trying to decide where he should sleep. He was awake and coherent enough to get in the other bed – something that had not really been the case the previous couple of nights when they had both just passed out. And they were finally in a decent hotel where they could get a good sleep in their own beds – so he should really do that, shouldn’t he? Or was that a dick move? To do that with Adrian and then sleep in a separate bed. He didn’t want Adrian to wake up and worry that he regretted it. With a sigh he climbed into the bed next to his best friend. He hovered above him, hesitating, before leaning over and kissing him softly on the forehead. That was cool, friends could totally do that.