He Kissed Me Crazy

The Bathroom Door

Tucker threw himself face-down in his bed when he heard Kendell enter the apartment, and scrambled to get under the covers.

He'd already managed to get out of the women's clothing and had stuffed it all into an empty suitcase in his closet. He'd nearly stuffed the wig in, too, but instead had carefully placed it in an empty shoebox, calling himself all kinds of fool.

When he heard Kendell's footsteps entering the kitchen, Tucker sucked in his breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. His heart hadn’t calmed down since he ran all the way home like the little piggie he was, if little piggies were scum of the earth, that is.

If Kendell came into the room, Tucker would pretend he was asleep, and Kendell would go away.

So what if Tucker was only in his boxers right now?

He was always only wearing boxers in bed.

It was stupid to suddenly feel so naked.

Maybe it had something to do with the stiff rod between his legs that wouldn't go down—little piggie analogies or not—and seemed to only get more excited as Kendell's steps entered the hallway.

Feeling his face heat, Tucker spun in the bed away from the door and curled up so only the back of his head would be visible from the doorway.

Don't come in, don't come in, don't come in, don't come—

It was no use. His chants didn't stop Kendell's footsteps from approaching his door, which Tucker hadn't closed in his rush to get out of his clothes.

He felt Kendell's eyes on the back of his head and made sure to keep himself completely still, except his breathing, which he tried to slow and deepen as if he were fast asleep.

I`m sleeping, so pretty please buzz off, he prayed to Kendell. He was nowhere near ready to face him. Tucker was seriously afraid what he would feel when he met Kendell’s gaze, what he would reveal.

When Tucker heard Kendell enter his room and approach the bed, it took everything in him not to move as he silently swore every curse word he could think of while keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Come on, just go, just go, just—Suddenly, a soft pressure rested on his shoulder and his hip and Tucker's breath stilled in his throat.

Wait, what the hell is he—

"Rise and shine, Tucker!" Kendell said loudly above him, his voice in singsong, and then Tucker’s teeth clattered as he was suddenly shaken vigorously. “The night awaits!”

There was a moment where Tucker just let himself be shaken, completely shocked, but then laughter bubbled up within him and came out on a gasp, relief and a strange euphoria flooding him as he quickly sat up and shoved Kendell away from him. "What the hell, man?" he said with a grin, looking up to meet Kendell’s eyes despite his earlier worries, and found his friend looking down at him triumphantly, still proudly dressed in his Caesar costume.

Kendell flashed a grin back and then turned away, striding over to Tucker's dresser. "That’s better, so, now that you're awake—"

"Now that you woke me."

"Whatever," Kendell said flippantly as he pulled out one of Tucker's shirts and threw it at him. "Now that you're awake, get dressed and come out to have a drink with me. I need some major consoling."

Kendell didn't wait for Tucker to respond and walked out of his room without a backwards glance.

Tucker blew out a breath as his relief was quickly being replaced by anxious nervousness, but he tried to push it all down as he pulled on the white T-shirt Kendell had left and got out of bed.

He didn’t know what the hell he would do or say because, hell, he was damn certain he knew what Kendell was going to talk about. If Tucker wasn’t going to give himself away, then he had to act like the supportive friend he was supposed to be.

I’m such an asshole. I really am. The first time he comes to me for support and I’m the one behind it.

Thankfully, his lower half had finally been shocked and depressed into compliance so, after listening to confirm that Kendell's footsteps were in the kitchen now, Tucker quickly changed his underwear and pulled on a pair of jogging pants. He glanced at himself in the mirror on the back of his door and was pleased to see he looked his usual self.

He looked nothing like the s*x-deprived maniac he’d been when he’d plowed into his room only a short while ago.

F*ck, just don't think about it.

He left the room, swallowing down his unease and managing an air of confidence when he strolled into the kitchen.

Kendell was at the table, with two bottles of beer sat open in front of him.

As soon as Tucker entered the room, Kendell smiled and pushed one of the beers towards Tucker's empty chair. "You wanted to drink with me, right? Well, I'm more than ready to now."

Tucker tried to school his face to one of curious interest as he sat down across from Kendell and pulled the glass bottle closer to him. "Wh-What's up?" He cleared his throat and quickly took a drink. Stop stammering, i***t. "What's up with you?” he tried again, still not quite able to meet Kendell’s eyes.

“Well, it’s about… Stephanie.”

Guilt slashed through Tucker, but so did heat, and he quickly took another gulp of his beer, willing himself to keep a straight face. Why the hell am I reacting when he says that name?

Kendell sighed loudly and Tucker's eyes shot up before he could stop them. But Kendell was looking down at his own beer, his brows furrowed as he turned the bottle in his hands.

Hands that Tucker could still feel on his chest.

Shut it!

"I think I messed up," Kendell said slowly, his voice filled with regret, and Tucker felt cold tendrils of anxiety ride up his back as his guilt swelled ever greater.

Shit. I’m sorry.

He couldn’t handle Kendell feeling bad for this.

"You? Mess up? Sounds unlikely. It must be her p-problem," Tucker said, trying to sound jovial and casual and f*ck he’d just stuttered again. He took another swig of his drink, then just started gulping it down. He had to use something to calm his nerves.

Kendell's eyes rose to watch him, his eyebrows quirking in question as a little smile played across his lips. “I appreciate you saying that but, Tucker, what the hell are you doing? Are you trying to get drunk?”

Kendell’s eyes widened and then he looked down at his own beer with interest. “Should I get drunk, too—?”

“No!” Tucker said immediately, far too loudly. He put his empty bottle of beer on the table and shook his head. “I’m not trying to get drunk—I was just thirsty—there’s no need to get drunk—hell, I was drunk last night and that was a terrible idea—and just because you got drunk once doesn’t mean you should try to get drunk—definitely don’t get that habit off me—”

“Tucker.”

Tucker stopped at Kendell’s interruption and winced. He may have just rambled. “Yeah?”

“It was just a joke,” Kendell said with a smile, relaxing back in his chair and looking over at Tucker across the table, his eyes alight with humour. “What could anyone possibly gain from me getting drunk?”

Tucker’s eyes whipped down to his bottle. “Right?”

“Except Stephanie, of course.”

Tucker’s eyes shot back up to Kendell. “What?”

“Well, Stephanie, the girl you don’t seem to want to listen to me talk ab—”

“No, I’m listening. Talk away. I’ll listen,” Tucker protested quickly, inwardly cursing himself for many things.

One; he wasn’t being a good pal. Kendell had listened to Tucker’s relationship woes, such as they were, in the past. Tucker should listen to Kendell, whether Stephanie was real or not, because that’s what friends do.

Well, friends would probably admit what they’d done so that both friends could move on from that kiss....... but Tucker was a terrible friend.

Two; the one time Kendell wanted to confide in Tucker about a girl… and Tucker had made the bloody girl up. Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk.

Three; every time Kendell said the name Stephanie, a tiny thrill sang up Tucker’s back.

And he was finally ready to admit why.

Four; Tucker might not be all-together one hundred percent full-on heterosexually straight. Perhaps.

And Kendell, who was straight and completely obsessed with a girl, was perhaps the one who’d awoken Tucker to this realization.

Tucker put the beer bottle to his head to try and cool down, the heat in his body starting to make him feel a bit sick.

"What are you doing?" Kendell said, amusement clear in his voice. “Are you okay?”

"Yeah, fine, go on," Tucker said quickly, feeling his face getting even hotter. "Probably some residual hangover from last night catching up on me. I’m definitely not getting drunk," Tucker swallowed, hating himself for his lies. "H-How do you think you messed up?"

Other than being tricked by me.

"Oh, well, I think I moved too quickly with Stephanie and… now..."

Tucker found himself holding his breath as Kendell paused, dragging out his words.

"Now… I think I seriously ruined any future I had with her."

Tucker pressed his lips together, keeping his eyes down. On the one hand, wouldn’t it be better if Kendell thought it was over? But on the other hand, Tucker didn’t want Kendell thinking he’d done something wrong when he hadn’t.

Though… technically, he had, hadn’t he?

Stephanie did say ‘only kissing.’

Tucker frowned as he said as casually as he could manage, “Why… would you say that? Did you do… something she didn’t want?”

F*ck, what am I even saying?

A moment of silence filled the room, and Tucker wished he hadn’t said anything, feeling Kendell’s eyes on him and having no idea what Kendell would say in response. Unable to take it more than a second, Tucker quickly rose to turn away to the fridge and pull out another two beers, anything to keep himself busy. They barely had any beer left now, but that was probably for the best.

He stalled returning to his seat by also pulling out a bottle of water, and some ice cubes from their ice cube tray in the freezer.

All the while, Kendell watched him silently, making Tucker wonder what the hell Kendell was thinking. It was seriously putting him on edge.

It was only when Tucker had returned to his seat, the beer and glasses of ice water before them, that Kendell continued.

“I... may have taken things further than she had expected but, Tucker, if you could have heard the sounds that she—”

Tucker grabbed the beer bottle opener and started to loudly pop the caps off the beer, causing Kendell to cut off with a quirk of his eyebrows. Tucker had a feeling he would continue as soon as Tucker set the opener down and said quickly, “Sh-Should you really be talking about this with me? Isn’t that against your code, or something?”

Please stop talking about this to me.

“This is too important not to hash out. I need an outsider’s opinion, someone who can look at what happened objectively—” Ah, f*cking hell—"So, shut up and listen and then tell me what I should do,” Kendell chided, even though his voice was still oddly amused. “As I was saying, things mutually escalated, I touched her chest—”

Tucker felt his skin come alive with tingles at the reminder, and he quickly rose to his feet. “Sorry, man, I need to piss.” He quickly turned toward the washroom. “Maybe call your mom about this?” I’m such a damn loser.

“No, I’ll wait,” Kendell called out, sounding like he would do exactly that. “Hurry back.”

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I’ll wait forever for you, if I have to, Kendell thought, smiling as he saw Tucker turn out of sight into his little hideout in the washroom.

That conversation… had been a bit mean of him. He could admit that.

But, damn, it had been intoxicating.

I`m more of a sadist than I realized.

It felt like he was getting back at Tucker for these past few years, where Kendell had to watch from afar as Tucker went on with his lovelife like a bloody bunny rabbit, while Kendell was stuck in place.

Admittedly, he had tried things out with other guys before. Like Tucker, Kendell was no virgin. When their volleyball team went around to different towns during tournaments, more often than not, the players would be bunked in the homes of members of the opposing teams, and every once and a while…

Kendell would find a guy just like him. Someone who couldn`t admit who he was to people he knew, but was curious and horny enough to try it with someone just as curious and horny, and they would come together with all the need of someone suppressing their desires for far too long, and then go their separate ways after the tournament ended.

But none of those earlier experiences had been anything like making out with Tucker. His heart was still not back to normal.

And neither was his member, which he`d had to cross his legs to hide as he watched Tucker`s changing expressions play over his face.

Kendell tapped his fingers impatiently on the table as he waited for Tucker to come out of hiding.

Still, Kendell knew it wasn`t Tucker`s fault that Kendell had never told him how he felt.

It was Kendell`s fault, in every way.

He knew that.

But still he couldn`t seem to resist making Tucker squirm.

So, definitely a sadist then.

How would Tucker feel if he knew?

Kendell closed his eyes as the question he kept asking himself floated up in his mind again.

How would Tucker feel now if he knew that Kendell wanted to hold him against a wall and kiss him and touch him and wrap his hand around Tucker’s aching—

Kendell breathed out slowly as he quickly snuffed that thought out, feeling his cheeks starting to heat with his desire.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?

He still had to get Tucker to talk to him.

Kendell looked up at the closed door to the washroom.

How long is he going to stay in there?

Knowing Tucker, he’d probably stay in there all night if Kendell let him get away with it.

Kendell rose, adjusted himself so his member wasn’t so readily visible, and moved down the hall to the door.

He swallowed and quietly cleared his throat, and then asked as casually as he could manage, “Yo, Tuck, what are you doing in there?” He realized as he spoke that he could hear the sound of the tap running from the other side of the door.

Is he washing his hands?

“H-Hold on,” Tucker’s voice said in a raspy voice, muffled further by the door. “Just go back to the kitchen, please; I’ll be out soon.”

Kendell’s eyebrows shot up. Please?

When did Tucker ever say please to Kendell?

Kendell’s eyes narrowed and he found himself putting his ear to the door, trying to hear better, trying not to feel like a pervert for listening in to someone peeing, and failing miserably. “Are you okay in there?”

“Yes,” Tucker said, his voice more frantic, sending what Kendell knew now was a sadistic thrill up his spine. “Now just go back to the kitchen, would ya?”

No more ‘please’ then. But what IS he doing in there?

“Hnngh.” It was a quiet sound, and Kendell nearly didn’t pick it up. But he knew that sound. He recognized that sound. That sound haunted his dreams. Drove his fantasies.

Kendell felt his breath quicken. The shaky voice, the entreaty to go away, the aggressive go away, and that sound. Weren’t those big, naughty tells?

Kendell shuddered as he became mesmerized, lifting his costume and pulled out his rigid member, unable to take it any longer.

Tucker was jerking off in the washroom.

Kendell knew it with every fiber of his being.

He quickly covered his mouth as his hand began to pump. He couldn’t afford Tucker hearing him, too. Not yet.

He couldn’t resist trying to hear Tucker’s voice again though. He asked through the door, barely keeping his own voice casual, “Are you done yet? I have to use the toilet too.”

“NO. Go a-away, a**hole!”

Kendell bit his lip as his hand moved faster. Tucker’s voice was so thick with need.

Was he close?

When had he started?

What was he thinking of?

Kendell had gotten him into that state. Was Tucker thinking of Kendell even now?

Kendell barely kept the groan inside his throat as he imagined Tucker’s pink face and desire-lit eyes.

The worst thing about their strange situation was that Kendell had yet to see Tucker’s face like that. All he had were memories from when someone else had made Tucker’s face look like that.

I’ll make his face even better looking. I’ll make his face go nuts with the pleasure I’ll give him.

Had Tucker ever had his ass played with?

Kendell hoped he hadn’t, so that Kendell could be the one to show him how good it could be.

Kendell bit the inside of his palm as he got closer.

I’ll make you come so hard—

“Ahhh!”

Kendell sucked in a ragged breath, his eyes widening, his heart hammering against his ribs. Oh my god, so that’s what he sounds like when he comes. Oh my god—

Kendell ground his teeth together in his last effort to keep silent, a strangled sound he couldn’t entirely keep back catching in his throat as he pulsed and pulsed and pulsed into his hand, and then slumped to his knees on the floor, panting at the force of his release.

It had been mind-blowing. He had done it with Tucker.

Kendell's eyes widened.

The euphoria of coming with Tucker was still sweeping through him, but finally reality slammed back into place.

No. He hadn't done it with Tucker at all.

He'd listened in like a creepy old man and jerked off to his friend masterbating.

Kendell sucked in a breath, a hollow horrible feeling seeping into his bones. This isn't what I wanted.

This wasn't right.

This wasn't right at all.

Kendell felt tears form in his eyes as he put his head into his clean hand.

He shouldn’t have done that.

He hadn’t been able to stop himself. But he shouldn’t have done that.

What the f*ck have I become?

Kendell quickly rose to his feet and strode into the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink, completely removing the evidence of what he’d just done away from everywhere except within himself.

When the tears that he’d had been keeping back rolled down his cheeks and guilt tore him apart as he tore off paper towel and dried his hands, Kendell realized there was no way he could face Tucker right now.

He grabbed his jacket from his chair and left the apartment without a word.