Type sat on the floor trying to be as nonchalant as possible. He glanced behind him to make sure that the cans of sprite were as carelessly positioned as possible. I can't let him think I want to make up with him, Type thought. I just want to know why the hell he's giving me the silent treatment. Is it really because I didn't kiss him?

Finally, the door opened and Tharn casually strolled in without giving Type a second look. Type looked down at his phone as if he hadn't a care in the world even though he was fuming inside. Fucking asshole! Won't even look at me. It's not like I killed your puppy!

Type heard Tharn's exasperated sigh behind him and glanced at him as quickly as possible. His eyes quickly taking in the sight of Tharn putting the cans of sprite on the nightstand between their beds.

As he leaned down to set them down, Type got a glimpse of his butt encased by his customary tight pair of black jeans. Subconsciously, his mouth watered. He gulped and quickly turned back around when Tharn's head snapped around to look at him. Type quickly looked back at his screen.

"You really don't have to do this." Tharn said as he looked down at Type. Type's eyebrows furrowed into his normal grumpy expression.

"I should be the one to say that. If you have a problem, just say what it is," Type snapped as he got up from the floor and gave up all pretense.

"I don't have anything to say, " came Tharn's cold reply. The way he avoided Type's gaze and his calm demeanor pissed Type off. How quickly he turns cold. Wasn't he saying he liked me just the other day?

"Tharn," Type warned as he held onto Tharn's arm to keep him from leaving. He was this close to losing his patience.

"You should be happy I'm acting like this," Tharn said while looking beyond Type's shoulder as if he didn't exist. When his gaze met Type's again it was utterly devoid of emotion. "I'm going to go sleep at my friend's place."

Type held on more tightly. Desperate times...

"Type, that hurts..." Tharn's words were cut off as he felt Type's warm lips on his own. Tharn held his breath and closed his eyes. Out of all the kisses they had had, this was only the second kiss Type had initiated.

Type raised his head and moved to leave but Tharn's hand stayed him as he buried his fingers in his soft hair. When Type met his eyes he held his breath at the look on Tharn's face. The previously cold eyes had become deep pools of emotion. It was bare for Type to see and he was both in love and afraid of it. Tharn looked at him as if asking for permission as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to his.

Type held onto his waist as he deepened the kiss. Tharn's tongue swept in and ruled him. His kiss saying everything. God, I've missed him. Missed this, Tharn thought. He went to dive in for more, but Type pushed him back.

Type frowned at Tharn as he fought to catch his breath. His heart was pounding with fear and he didn't know why. He just knew they needed some distance.

"There's your kiss. Isn't that what you wanted?" Type snapped. His brows furrowed even more as he saw Tharn's small smile. "I'm not making up with you so you can go wherever the hell you want." Type turned to leave again but he felt Tharn hugging him from behind. His hands rested on his abdomen and the sexy thumb ring glinted up at him.

"It's not that I don't want to go. It's just that I can't live without you," Tharn softly said next to his ear. Despite himself Type couldn't help but smile. This man is going to be the death of me. Isn't he embarrassed of how cheesy he is?

Tharn held Type's hand and led him to sit on his bed. He hugged him tight as he kissed all over his face in his joy. It had been a miserable weekend.

"I finally know you care about me," Tharn said with a tender smile.

"Who cares about you?," Type groused.

"You bought the sprite because you know I like it," Tharn continued even as Type tried to protest. "You kissed me because you know I wanted it. Isn't that right?" He asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, you're right," Type finally admitted.

*******Later**********

Tharn tumbled Type on the bed. "Type, what am I to you?" He prayed that Type said something more certain than sex friends.

"Type, what am I to you?" Tharn repeated.

"You would love it if I said you were my boyfriend, huh?"

Tharn's face lit up as he smiled and happily agreed. "Hmm, that would be great" he said expectantly.

"Casual lover," Type said roughly as he pushed against Tharn's chest. He could feel his warmth and chest against his hand and it was making him too hot. He could no longer pretend they were just friends and that he didn't want him.

Tharn sighed as he laid down next to Type to give him a reprieve. "That's better than nothing."

Type chuckled and turned his head to look at Tharn. "You're easy to please."

Tharn suddenly got on top of Type again. "Or can I be something more?"

"No, Tharn move," Type said as he pushed against Tharn's chest. "And by the way, if you trip me that way again, you won't have a home to come back to."

Tharn instantly felt sorry for hurting his ankle. He kissed gently down Type's neck. He intermittently looked up at Type as he kissed down his belly through his uniform and down his right leg.

Type rose up on his elbows. "What are you doing?"

Tharn deliberately stared up at Type as he gently kissed his ankle. "At least this casual lover is yours." He could be nonchalant and try to hide his feelings, but Tharn was exhausted. He wanted Type to know everything about him and how much he liked him. Only if he put everything on the line would they have a chance.

Tharn kissed his way back up as he saw Type turn his head to secretly smiled. I see you. Tharn silently responded. He didn't say it out loud so Type wouldn't get shy on him.

Tharn looked down at his lover and gently kissed him on the lips. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned his white shirt. Type held on tightly to his hand stopping him from taking off the shirt completely.

"What are you doing?" he said with his clueless grumpy tone.

Tharn sighed and kissed down his neck as his thumb stroked Type's hand back and forth softly. "What do you think?" he murmured against Type's neck. He bit at the flesh where his neck met his shoulder and then soothed the spot with his tongue. He smiled against Type's skin when he heard his surrendering moan.

Tharn took off Type's shirt and started when he felt Type rip at his shirt. "You're gonna owe me for that," Tharn said teasingly as he started unbuttoning Type's pants.

Type's heavy lidded gaze met his. His swollen lips and bare chest bearing his mark making him the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Type licked his lips and raked his nails down Tharn's pecs, his nails scratching at his erect pink nipples. "I'll pay you later," he said with a raspy voice as he raised up to bite at Tharn's swollen bottom lip. His tongue swept inside and his arms came around Tharn's shoulder. His nails bit down as he hungrily sucked at Tharn's tongue.

Tharn leaned down so Type could lie flat and roughly yanked down his pants and underwear. Type's swollen member popped out and Tharn's hands automatically gripped it. Type groaned against his lips and desperately unbuckled Tharn's belt.

Type yanked down Tharn's pants and pushed them to the floor by hooking them with his feet and pushing down. He buried his hand in Tharn's underwear and gripped him tightly as well. In unison they began to stroke each other. Meanwhile, their tongues were busy battling for dominance. Type lifted his head to take a breath and kissed down desperately down Tharn's throat as Tharn's hand began to speed up.

"ungh..." Type groaned as more pearly pre-cum spilled into Tharn's stroking hand. He looked down at his tan hand gripping Tharn's cock and he rubbed his thumb over the swollen mushroom head coaxing more pre-cum from Tharn.

Type tumbled Tharn down on his bed and pressed him down. Tharn looked at him with his gentle eyes and Type built up his courage. He kissed his way down Tharn's fair skin. Stopping to suck and bite at his nipples just to rev him up. When he got to his swollen member he closed his eyes as he traced one of Tharn's thick veins from bottom to top. His tongue roughly pressed on Tharn's tip and Tharn's hips shot off the bed as he cried out.

Tharn buried his fingers in Type's silky black hair and held on tight as he thrust his hips upward toward Type's swollen lips. Type's lips parted and clamped around the head. He bobbed his head up and down as he slowly took more and more of Tharn into his warm mouth. His saliva eased his way down as he wet Tharn's dick until it glistened.

Tharn's head thrashed back and forth as his groans filled the room. Type maintained control with strong hands holding Tharn's hips down. He sucked strongly and at his own pace. He handled Tharn's balls and that's all it took as Tharn held his head down and spurted cum in his mouth.

Tharn barely recovered when he got up in front of a kneeled Type. He lifted Type up and tumbled him onto his bed, his butt on the edge.

He rummaged through their night stand for the lube. He bit his lip as Type spread his legs for him. His hole pink and waiting for him. Tharn reach down with lubed fingers and plunged them inside. Type cried out, tears spilling out of the sides of his eyes even as he worked his hips to get the fingers in deeper.

Tharn leaned down to kiss him softly even as his fingers quickly thrust in and out. First two and then three. His fingers scissoring inside to stretch Type's channel. Type's cock spilled out more pre-cum and right when he thought he would come Tharn took out his fingers.

Tharn was already hard again, but he stroked himself as he gazed down at Type. "Hold the back of your knees and spread them."

Type was too far gone to argue. His hips squirmed and his whole body felt hot. He almost felt like he was having an out of body experience as every cell in his body anticipated Tharn plunging inside. Type sighed in bliss as he finally felt the mushroom head pressing inside stretching him deliciously. His channel clenched around Tharn and they both groaned in unison.

Tharn stood and lifted Type's hips as he plunged inside balls deep. His back arched and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy. "So hot, so tight..." he praised his lover as he slowly thrust out only to plunge back inside hard and deep. Every thrust made a groan leave Type's parted lips involuntarily.

Type's flushed and sweaty body worked with Tharn. His hips swiveling to swallow Tharn whole. Tharn couldn't take it anymore and slid out of Type. He pulled him to a sitting position and then turned him to his stomach. Type automatically got up on his knees and offered his hole wet with Tharn's pre-cum to Tharn.

Tharn held on to his hips tightly and thrust back inside deep. His balls slapped against Type's own in this position as he thrust without mercy. He swiveled his hips every time his hips met Type's tight ass.

Type buried his face in Tharn's blanket and gripped his cock stroking it in time with Tharn's thrust. The slapping sounds filled the room together with their panting breaths as they labored towards paradise.

Tharn's fingers bit into Type's shoulders as he used them for leverage to thrust once, twice, and then three times. His balls churned and his cum exploded out of him sending him straight to heaven. Type felt stars behind his eyes as his cum spilled in his hand. His ass clenching around Tharn with the aftershocks. Their bodies shook uncontrollably against each other as Tharn collapsed on top of Type. Their sweaty bodies slipped against each other, but Tharn didn't care.

He slowly peppered Type's back with small kisses. His hands traced down the lines of Type's lean muscles, down his waist and deliciously long legs that always held him so tight. God, he could really break me. More than anyone in my life ever could, Tharn thought as his heart pounded in fear. It felt like he was at the edge of a cliff and as he held Type in his arms and Type let him, he didn't even care. He nuzzled deeper into Type's warm neck, the smell of them intoxicating him. I'll jump for you, Type. Without any hesitation, Tharn silently promised himself.