Keeping Busy

Chapter one: Walking Cliché

I am in love with my best friend. Cliché, I know and frankly what made it even more cliché was that he had no idea or interest in me. It was probably better that way.

Why? You might ask, and if you did you are a pretty smart reader.

Why?

-Because he's straight, in love with a bitch from his grade named Chloe, and engaged to some hot European girl he's never met. Yeah, I knew how to pick the right ones didn't I?

Still his muddy green eyes still made my heart thump, his quirky little smirk made my stomach flip flop, the way his caramel brown hair was cut short but still managed to always be messy made my eye lids feel heavy with lust, and his laugh-. His laugh pretty much made me want to touch myself.

All of those were nothing in comparison to what I got to see on the right night.

Seeing him with his boxers around his ankles and moaning because his hand was very busy was not something I'd ever imagine to actually see. Sure I imagined it- a lot, preferably with me replacing that stupid hand, but I was never convinced I'd get to see it. All of it.

Ryder was such a prude. The pun "I want him to Ryder me" had not been able to stay out of my head.

Especially when he was masturbating.

He made the best little sounds too. He was being as quiet as he could it was obvious he didn't want to wake me, although truthfully ever since I was thirteen and woke up during one of his sessions I had been staying up late on occasions just to see if he was going to do anything.

"Uh, Chloe," He whispered. It unintentionally pissed me off. Of course he would think about that slut and of course I wanted him to moan out "Greyson," just once.

He never did though.

I could tell he was close and my own underwear was way too tight for comfort but I didn't say or do a thing about because I loved to see him finish.

His hand tightened around his cock and I could tell he was pulling harder on himself. The only thing keeping me from grabbing ahold of him and doing it myself was what he was saying.

"Chloe, Chloe, Chloe, Chloe," He chanted in time with his hand's movements. I tried to tune him out but his voice tones were too sexy for me to ignore. "Chlo-," His voice faltered and I saw him shove his face into his pillow quickly, as a spray of cum sprinkled out of the tip of his erection.

Fuck me.

I closed my eyes as I heard him move a little.

"Greyson?" I know he was only checking to see if he woke me up but, damn it- his voice was so shallow, and breathy I wanted to cum on the spot. But I couldn't, I couldn't move. I didn't want him to realize I'd been watching, I had the sneaking suspicion he might stop if he knew my dirty little secret.

Satisfied that I was asleep and satisfied with his handy work I watched him drift asleep.

I, who unlike my roommate, could actually tell when someone was asleep got up. I needed sex. I knew where to get it to.

His name was Patton but he went by tails, a nickname branching from the fact his were form had somehow gotten genetically messed up and had two tails when he changed I think it's from being only a quarter were. Tails had had a crush on me even before we hit puberty. He was the youngest person I had ever known to come out of the closet. Not many eight year olds know much about sexual orientation. It probably helped that he was half Succubus.

In reality, he didn't do much for me. He was too normal. There was no resemblance what so ever to Ryder about him. Still at times like these he made a good lay.

Okay, before I get the lecture that using people is bad, about how I was only after a moment of satisfaction and was leading this poor innocent Tails on- stop. I know. I'm a horrible person. But I think I deserve some points for not being a horrific person and raping Ryder in his bed. Or my bed, my bed is nicer.

Anyway, Tails liked me and he knew I was pretending he was Ry when we fucked. He knew it and I think it turned him on a little, like it was some kind of role playing game that we did. He was strange and kinky like that.

I knocked on his door, knowing for a fact his roommate wasn't in. His roommate, Logan, was another one of my best friends and spent every night with his adoring girlfriend.

I heard something- or more likely someone, fall and about five seconds later Tails opened his door.

"Greyson!" He said surprised before slipping into his role. "What are you doing back so late? I was getting lonely."

I smirked. "I can fix that." I whisper my voice husky , half-ly because it been so long since I vocalized and the other half because my erection was hurting being contained.

Tails smilled and put his arms around my neck standing on his tip toes to be eye level with me. "I don't know, I thik Chloe might be a little more useful for this kind of lonely." He breathed into my ear before dropping down and walking into his room.

I could tell he was very proud in himself for that little tease but it made me slightly irritated with him. "Seriously?" I asked showing my discontent.

"What? I'm supposed to be Ryder, right? Doesn't it make me straight?" He smirked at me a small smirk in his eyes. "Of course playing it this way would be more realistic. And I promise not to refuse you too loudly we'll wake the neighbors."

At first I didn't get what he was talking about. If he didn't want to have sex he should have just said so.

Then it dawned on me. He wanted me to pretend to rape him.

"I'm not going to do that." I said clearly wanting to walk away but at the same time wanting to stay and have sex.

"Oh c'mon! we always do it your way! I have to pretend to be him, and it's soft and gentle. Can't you compromise a little and give it to me rough?" He asked standing up and narrowed his eyes at me.

Shit, I knew he was kinky but- my cock throbbed. "Fine, rough but be quiet about it okay? I don't want anyone to think I really am raping you."

"It's never rape when I want it." He smirked before his face changed and I could see him going back to play Ryder. "Why is-are-are you hard?" He asked me voice shaking.

He really should be an actor.

"Um yeah." I however sucked at acting and I didn't quite know how I was supposed to act.

"Well- could-could you stop looking at me like that?"

It felt weird to do but I took a step forward and arched my brow. "Like what?"

"Like this-," He whispered before shifting into Ryder.

My eyes glazed over and I looked at him in awe. The reason I started coming to him was because he was a shape shifter too, I thought I could get him to shift to Ryder, but every time I asked he told me no.

"You- I thought you said,"

"I can compromise too ya' know." He smiled before looking back at me completely like Ryder. Of course there were a few things off. Ryder birthmark wasn't there, but I guess he couldn't shift to what he didn't know.

"I'm horny."

He nervously laughed. "Well, uh go jerk off or something."

I paused and he broke character again. "For fucks sake, I'm trying could you at least do something? Or else I'm changing back."

I nodded. Doing Ryder was better than Tails, and I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity no matter how weird it was.

"I'll take the 'or something." I told him and went around him wrapping my arms around him and pulling him to my chest. His ass rubbed against my now rigid prick.

He started to struggle and I reminded myself not to let go. I really wanted to do it like this once. With Ryder I mean not the raping bit.

"Stop playing around I'm tired!" He voiced and I pushed him beneath me as got onto the bed. All he had on were tiny little boxer-briefs. It was funny Ryder wore those kind too. I never connected that before.

"Be quiet and I'll make ure you like it too." I whispered and it probably wasn't the best motivation for Tails to keep his trap shut either.

"Let me go!" He demanded pushing on my chest.

I brought both his hand above his head and held them with one hand while I fought with him to get his boxers down and when his cock sprang loose I think I almost died.

It didn't look exactly like the real Ryder's. A bit smaller, but I think that was just Tails trying to make me want his more. I turned him on his back before breaking what I was supposed to be doing.

"Where is- uh- the lube?"

"I don't keep lube you retard I'm straight." He said and it took me a second to realize he wanted it raw.

I hesitantly stuck my dry finger into his entrance probing a little. It was hot and tight but at the same time I felt like I should take it out. I resisted the urge and continued to move around.

I heard him breathy moan from beneath me as I stroked something inside him. I stuck another finger in next to the one playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves stretching a bit. "Oh, don't" He said as he moved with my fingers telling me that it was fine. "Please, please don't do this, don't make me feel like this." He said as his voice shivered.

I pulled out my fingers and gripped my erection. I stared down at the boy withering beneath me.

It wasn't Ryder, I assured myself, I wasn't really doing this to Ryder.

I pushed in with on slow solid movement. Hating the fact I like the dry heat wrapped around me. I pulled in and out a few times seeing if he would make any move to try and really stop me.

" Oh Uh," but it seemed like he was just fine.

I quickened my pace and wound up closing my eyes, I didn't want to but I couldn't help it. They had a mind of their own, ruled by pleasure.

When I finally came I pulled out and realized he must have came shortly before me.

He was shaking and his voice sounded broken. "I said stop."

An alarm set off in my head. Had he meant me to actually stop, we should have thought up a safe word first. That's what souples o that do this stuff right? Shit, I didn't mean to really hurt him, I didn't want to do it in the first place.

"I'm so- I didn't realize it was- I thought you- I'm sorry what should I do?" I asked in a panic.

He turned around and shushed me holding me close. "I'm fine. That was great." He whispered nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. I felt him shift back in to his normal form and sighed. "You can spend the night if you want?" He sounded hopeful but I knew he already knew my answer.

I always said no. I always went back to my dorm.

Why? You might ask, and if you did you are a pretty smart reader.

Why?

I am in love with my best friend. Cliché, I know and frankly what made it even more cliché was that he had no idea or interest in me. It was probably better that way.

A/N: So if you're reading Life would be Simpler if I was a Squirrel this is a companion I thought up. If you aren't then you can read that too, it's in Ryder's Point of View. I'm not sure if I want to make this longer yet, so I'll keep this as a WIP just in case I get enough backing to actually continue. If I do this will update after Life would be Simpler, and will take place in between chapters. :D Just thought I would elaborate more on Greyson was all this was originally thought up because of.