My boyfriend had the idea for this story so we wrote it together. Feel free to review but please be constructive. thx for reading :)
Chasing Banky
Banky and Holden sat in their studio. Work had almost come to a halt after the unpleasant incident between the two of them and Alyssa, Holden’s old girlfriend. The two had spent most of their time avoiding each other since then; any attempt at conversation had been awkward at best.
Who could blame them? After a bombshell like that, civility was a lot to ask. So they had spent most of their time in bars or at the movies or anywhere else they could think of to avoid talking to each other. Banky had taken to leaving around six in the morning so he wouldn’t have to see Holden all day, and Holden was more than happy to oblige by returning from his bar-hopping no earlier than two most nights. But that morning Holden woke up at five, early enough to catch Banky before he left.
They needed to get some work done because they had a deadline looming. Awkwardness be damned, they needed to finish the comic.
“You want to what?” Banky choked.
“I want to kill off Chronic,” said Holden. “Look, you know as well as I do that we can’t produce a comic on any regular schedule anymore. God, we hardly even see each other.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we have to kill Chronic.”
“Of course it doesn’t,” Holden sighed, “but we have to end the comic somehow. Why not with a blowout? You know, turn the world on its head. Plus, it’s practically guaranteed to sell like mad.”
“Yeah, but,” Banky replied. He paused and shifted uncomfortably staring above Holden’s head to avoid meeting his eyes. “Look, can’t we talk about this later?”
“Sure,” said Holden. “Let’s get to work.” They sat down at their desks and began work on the pages that had sat, unfinished, on the table for a week. Banky frowned; he couldn’t even tell where his own ink marks ended. He had to retrace the entire page. Nothing made him angrier than having to do something twice.
They kept working for several hours straight. Either their energy was renewed by their return to the craft or they felt so pressured by the upcoming deadline that they were afraid to stop working. They both smoked like a couple of chimneys the whole time. Maybe they were trying to obscure their vision of each other, or maybe they needed something to do with their mouths, since they were usually engaged in lively conversations during their work.
The silence in the room felt like a visceral presence and finally Banky could stand it no more. “I’m thirsty,” were his precise words. “I’m gonna go get something to drink.”
“Hey, man, get me a Surge.” Holden mumbled not looking up from his work.
“Sure.” Banky threw over his should as he walked to the door morphing through the cloud of cigarette smoke that filled the room. “Hey, man, why don’t you crack a window or something?” He received no response.
Banky stepped out of the apartment door and walked down the narrow stairs. He opened the front door of the building and the night hit him like a brick wall. Holy shit, how long had they been working? He checked his watch, five fifteen. They had been up there for almost twelve hours.
They hadn’t worked that hard since the first issue. God, that seemed like a long time ago. Shit sure had changed since then. He would've walked to the corner store, but he needed a longer break. He drove down to Leonardo, the suburb where he grew up. He hadn’t been there in ages.
There was only one convenience store there. It was a pissant little town. It was cold as a bitch outside, no doubt about it. He would have grabbed a coat if he’d known it was going to be so cold. He could see his breath hanging in the air. Banky walked into the store and grabbed a Surge and a bottle of chocolate milk. He loved chocolate milk; it was sort of a comfort food for him.
As he approached the register to pay, he heard his stomach rumble audibly. He should have expected to be hungry after working that long with not so much as a bathroom break. He looked around. Snack cakes, candy bars, chips. Shit. He needed some real food. He didn’t think Holden would notice if he snuck off to a cafe for a quick bite. Hell he wasn’t even sure Holden had noticed that he left in the first place.
He lobbed the drinks onto the counter. “Just these?” said the clerk.
“And a pack of cigarettes.” The cashier grabbed a pack of Nails from above the counter and put it on the table with his drinks.
“That’ll be four-o-five.” Banky set down four ones and grabbed some pennies from the little tray next to the register. There was a sign on it that said “If you plan to shoplift, please let us know.” That cracked him up.
He drove around for a while, looking for a place to eat. New Jersey could be depressing at night. It seemed like every other place was boarded up or had a little “for lease” sign in the window. He eventually stopped in front of a little cafe that looked clean enough. The milk should be ok in the car, he thought. It was cold enough. The restaurant door made that annoying creaking sound as he walked in.
He sat right at the counter and ordered coffee and looked at the menu. Nothing jumped out at him, just the usual fare. He had to order, though. He decided on a turkey club and french fries. Sounded appetizing enough. No restaurant on this earth or any other had any excuse for taking so long to put together a goddamn sandwich and some fries. Theirs was that the fry cooker wasn’t working right.
The wait gave Banky some time to stew. What an asshole, he thought. He was thinking about Holden. He couldn’t get that bastard off his mind lately. Holden had some nerve. He dates that lesbian, drives her to men, which seemed to be what he wanted in the first place, then when he finds out that she had been with a guy before, he flips out and gets all pissy with her. Then, to top it all off, he thinks he needs to be with a guy or something, like to show her that he’s had the same wild and erotic experience or something.
Oh and then he had the nerve to try to wrap Banky up in all his craziness, telling Banky that he’s gay just to try to satisfy his weird threesome idea. He somehow couldn’t help being a little flattered, though. As sick as Holden’s idea was, he did pick Banky to be the man he’d have sex with. That’s flattering no matter who you are. He had never thought of Holden that way though, even though Holden seemed positive that he did. Maybe he'd just misplaced friendly affection for something else.
Banky had a whole suitcase full of porn, with girls, for God’s sake. He was about as far from gay as they come. Still, it was flattering. How could it not be? Banky glanced at his watch as he left the restaurant. It was getting pretty late. He better get back to the apartment, or Holden was going to get pissed. It was a quick drive. He grabbed their drinks and trudged up the stairs to the apartment.
He twisted open his milk and took a long drink before he opened the door. It was slightly warm, but it was all right. He opened the door and walked smack dab into a fucking fog. There was steam everywhere so thick it made Banky’s breathing wet and forced. He could hardly see two feet in front of him. The windows were all foggy and dripping with condensation. A little steam escaped through the door as he entered, and he felt a gush of cold air against his back reminding him to close the door.
The whole apartment seemed damp. What the hell? Just then Holden walked out of the bathroom, naked as a jaybird. He had obviously just finished a rather long and hot shower. Banky dropped Holden's Surge. Holden stood very still for a second, not quite comprehending the situation. Banky couldn’t blame him! It was quite the awkward situation to comprehend. Even though they had been roommates forever, neither Banky nor Holden had ever seen the other completely naked.
They did a pretty good job of covering up after they took showers and they both knew better than to lounge around naked. Banky was sure he was even more embarrassed than Holden. He just stood there, staring, waiting for Holden to do something. To break the trance. Against his will Banky’s eyes slid below Holden’s waist. To his credit, Holden was a lot bigger than Banky had ever imagined he would be. He mentally shook himself, not that that mattered to him.
Holden suddenly seeming to come back to himself made a mad dash for his bedroom. After standing there for what seemed like an eternity, Banky snapped out of his shock put the drinks in the fridge and collapsed on the couch. He grabbed the remote willing his hand to stop trembling. He flipped on the TV, and channel surfed for several minutes. He finally came to the rather frustrating conclusion that he wasn’t really concentrating on the television.
He stared blankly while some stupid music video that he’d seen a million times ended. Try as he might he couldn’t seem to pay any attention to the TV. Holy shit! The weird thing about it was he was more a little turned on. His erection pushed heavily against his thigh, and he was having trouble fighting the urge to squirm. Not that he was gay or anything, it was just that he was so surprised and all and, well, Holden wasn’t a bad looking guy.
He mentally reiterated that this was normal, sure. Anybody would be a little excited. He was sure of it. Okay, he just needed to stop thinking about it. But he couldn’t get the image out of his mind, Holden standing there, a cloud of steam billowing near him causing beads of water to dance on his skin. Banky’s erection tightened and he gasped softly, his face coloring in embarrassment.
He glanced around to make sure Holden was still absent and reached down to adjust his pants making his arousal less obvious. And the fact that there was nothing on TV but shit, wasn’t helping. After what seemed like forever, Banky had calmed down and Holden finally sauntered out of his room. This time he was fully clothed, but the room was just as tense as it had been before. Maybe even more.
He sat down next to Banky and watched the TV. They didn’t talk for a long time. They just kind of sat there, both of them waiting for the other to say something. Then Banky did something a little out of character, he glanced slyly at Holden’s crotch. He didn’t mean to, he just seemed to have lost control over his curiosity. He tried to be inconspicuous as his eyes slid to focus at the V of Holden’s pelvis.
He immediately snapped his gaze back to the screen; he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. Was he gay? His mind asked frantically. Hell no, he told himself, he was just a little curious, and that was it. He’d just wanted to see if Holden was really as big as he had seemed at first glance. Besides, he was sneaky, Holden hadn’t even noticed. Right? God, he sure hoped so.
They kept watching TV in silence. Even though Banky had his eyes trained firmly on the screen he didn’t have the slightest clue what was on. It was driving him crazy, he could have sworn that when he had looked at Holden’s groin that he had been a little hard. He wasn’t a hundred percent about it, and it was sure as shit that he wasn’t going to ask Holden about it, so he just sat there, chewing his lip and wondering. All the wondering was beginning to have the most unfortunate effect on Banky.
He was getting hard again, very hard. He wasn’t gay or anything, he was just thinking about all this crazy shit. Anybody would have been turned on. Sure. Just a little. They sat that way for quite some time. The silence that had at first been awkward was becoming a thick with what was unsaid, not to mention that Banky was extremely thirsty. His mind wandered to the milk he had left in the fridge and he finally screwed up the courage to break the tense fabric of the moment and go get it.
It had taken a surprising amount of courage, because he had to walk directly in front of Holden, and in doing so Banky risked betraying his erection to him. But he knew he would have to get up sometime. As he moved he felt something stopping him from walking any further than the edge of the couch. It was Holden. He had grabbed the corner of his sweater and was holding on tight. He pulled Banky down, right on top of him, and planted his lips harshly on Banky’s.
Banky hadn’t felt a kiss so fierce since… Holy shit. He hadn’t felt a kiss like this since the last time Holden had kissed him. That night that Holden proposed that ridiculous threesome with Alyssa. A blush washed over him as he remembered that he had gotten aroused that time as well. Holden had threaded his strong hands into Banky’s hair crushing his mouth even harder against his own The kiss wasn’t gentle by any means but Banky found his body responding even more to the force of it.
His penis pulsed inside his pants demanding freedom. There he was, in a lip lock with his best friend, his roommate, and he was harder than he had ever been in his life. What the hell was going on? He’d have thought that by this time he would have pushed Holden away, but he just couldn’t. Fucked up as the situation was, his whole body was overcome by it. He even started kissing back tentatively seeking entrance to Holden’s mouth with his tongue.
Holden opened his mouth and Banky felt Holden’s tongue wrapping around his own. Holden was a damn good kisser. Oh my God, he thought. He was kissing his best friend and he loved it. There were sooo many things wrong with this situation. Banky’s erection was becoming unbearable. His pants weren’t very loose, and the pressure on his weeping member was making him squirm. Now all he could think about was Holden standing in the bathroom door, naked, his body shimmering from all the water vapor in the air and the residual dampness from his shower.
That wasn’t helping out one bit, if anything it was making him all the more desperate. Finally his brain caught up to his nerves and he gasped with the realization that the pressure on the inside of his thigh was Holden’s own raging arousal. Holden was hard too, just as hard as he was. He could feel the heat of the organ through Holden’s jeans and rubbed himself against it. Oh, my God, he thought. Holden really is big. How was it that he had never realized how attracted he was to this man? Banky slowly moved his hand between their bodies so he could touch Holden through his pants.
His touch was tentative and soft, he was sure that any minute now Holden was going to jump up and freak out, but he kept stroking the other man anyway. Holden’s manhood felt good in his hand, natural even, and he began to exert more pressure. Stroking Holden in earnest through the thin layer of denim that separated Banky from what he now desperately wanted to feel against his bare skin. Banky arched and moaned as he felt the heat from Holden’s hand covering his own arousal.
He had never felt such pleasure as he was feeling at that very moment. He’d touched himself hundreds of times, and he had been with his fair share of women, but never had it felt like this. So primal. So overwhelming. Holden’s hand was powerful, and he touched Banky harder than he had ever touched himself. Surprisingly Banky didn’t mind how ungentle Holden was being; in fact he was relishing it and losing himself to the sensations.
Banky thrust his hips up to meet Holden’s precise strokes and Banky thought he might fall over with pleasure. It wasn’t just that he was getting a hand job, it was that it was from Holden McNeil. He finally realized that this was what he had wanted all those years they had known each other. It was all so clear. Holden’s hand paused in its unforgiving rhythm to pull Banky out of his pants. The electric sensation of skin on skin forced a sob from Banky’s throat and he knew he didn’t have long before he came.
His breath was coming in broken sobs and in turn he began to stroke faster and faster, rubbing the hardness in Holden’s pants. He shuddered and cried out as his thrusts became erratic and jarring. His orgasm was pooling at the base of his spine and the edges of his vision were beginning to go black. As he felt his climax rip through his body with a force unmatched by anything he had felt before he screamed
“ Ahh Holden. Oh god I’m…I’m.” As he came, he squeezed Holden’s penis tighter, as though he were holding on for dear life. Then he collapsed on top of Holden, shaking and taking in several long, ragged breaths. He knew he had to return the favor. Banky continued to touch Holden as he slid down to the floor, resting on his knees.
He unzipped Holden’s pants, wild with anticipation. What would it be like? He had no idea, but he was eager to find out. Holden’s manhood shot straight up out of his pants the head glistening with milky fluid. Holden was even bigger than he had felt through his jeans. Banky was still a little apprehensive about giving head, after all, who wouldn’t be? He wondered if girls felt like this their first time. He started off slowly, just kind of running his tongue up and down Holden’s penis.
He had thought it would taste weird, but it tasted good, slightly salty and heady making Banky’s head swim. He swirled his tongue around the head causing Holden to tense and let out a startled gasp through clenched teeth. It was a little less weird the more he did it. He sucked the head into his mouth pressing on the bottom of it with the tip of his tongue. He liked experimenting with all kinds of stimulation, and he especially liked the sounds that were coming for Holden.
His lips wrapped around the shaft and he slid down as far as he could, causing Holden to jerk in his mouth and grasp his shoulder with painful intensity. Damn, he thought, I must be good. He started to bob his head up and down sucking and licking all that he could. To his astonishment, it was actually kind of fun. He was getting the hang of it. Every time his head moved down, he let a little more of Holden’s member slide into his mouth, until his nose was buried in the soft bed of curls at the base.
He wrapped his hand around the bottom of Holden’s shaft and began to move it up and down with his mouth. He could feel Holden get tenser and his thighs were beginning to tremble on either side of Banky’s body. Holden was moaning uncontrollably now, his vocalizations becoming louder and louder. Banky kept sliding Holden’s throbbing penis in and out of his mouth, a little faster, as Holden tightened with the onset of his orgasm. His penis jerked forcing hot jets of come down Banky’s throat.
It was what Banky had been most afraid of, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he had feared it would be. Plus he figured if girls could handle it, he could too. After he came, Holden slid next to Banky on the floor. Banky lay down next to him snuggling into his side and placing his head on Holden’s chest to listen to the pounding of the other man’s heart, and they just lay there for a while.
Banky was once again forced to break the silence. “So how did you know I’d be into it?” he asked.
“All that milk you drink,” said Holden. “It was a dead giveaway.”
