Agreed love

I woke up to the mild morning sunlight which slightly illuminated my large bedroom. The same bedroom Bryan, my ex-boyfriend had always slept in until three months ago. I hadn't even replaced the sheets since the day he left. Nasty. I just can't let go of that musk. Not yet. I caught a glimpse of my smartphone on the bed and stretched to get a hold of it. My fingers danced on the screen till I found it; that photo of Bryan that always made my heart pound at first glance.

I told myself I wouldn't even look at this anymore. But resistance felt futile when that picture called to me like a siren's song, digging up feelings I had tried so hard to bury. Don't do it, Jason. I closed my eyes, sighed aloud, and opened them. There he was. Shirtless, reclining on the sofa. His light brown eyes pierced my soul. The chandelier lights made his skin glisten. His lean torso stretched leisurely, a teasing smirk playing about his lips. He had told me not to take that photo, but I was too stubborn. His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V-lines that once drove me insane. The ridges of muscles I had kissed more times than I could count. He was effortlessly turning me on. Of course, my body reacted instantly with a jerk. Electricity pulsed from my torso downwards.

I leaned back into a soft pillow and finally looked down from the photo, only to see a huge ridge. Here we go again. My hand drifted to my waistband. The cotton of my boxers did nothing to hide the growing hardness beneath, and I bit my lip, letting the eagerness build. I stared at Bryan's picture, my eyes drinking in every detail-the faint glimmer of sweat on his collarbone, the curve of his neck, the way his abs tightened as he stretched.

It was impossible not to remember the nights they had spent tangled together, the feel of Bryan's body pressed against mine, the taste of his skin, my hands running through his soft curly hair, while he forced himself in and out of me. I let my hand slide beneath the waistband, taking off the boxers, my fingers curling around my 7 inches. A sharp exhale escaped my lips, my pulse quickening as I began to stroke slowly, provocatively, drawing out the sweet sensation. My other hand held the phone firmly, the image of Bryan locked in my gaze like a lifeline.

"Fuck. You love that, don't you?" I whispered to the lifeless picture, my voice rough and low. My strokes grew firmer, faster, my hand moving with purpose now, not stopping for anything, my hips lifting slightly to meet the rhythm. I closed my eyes, letting the memories fill up my mind-Bryan's breath on my neck, the scrape of his stubble against my sensitive skin, his thrusts deep inside me, the way his voice dropped an octave when he whispered my name in the dark. The sounds of their past came rushing back, too: the deep moans, the slap of skin against skin, the seductive noises that filled the spaces between our words. My free hand gripped the sheets, my body arching as the strokes quickened even more.

In my mind, Bryan was there, above me, around me, everywhere. I could almost feel his weight, the press of his thighs against my hips, the way his hands roamed my body like he owned me. He usually commanded me in this daring tone whenever he knew I wanted him. "Say you're mine, twilight." He called me that because of the deep dark color of my eyes. I could almost hear his voice, whispering dirty things into my ear. A strangled moan slipped from my throat, my movements growing erratic. I closed and opened my eyes for a brief moment, my gaze snapping back to the phone screen. Bryan's smirk stared back at me, cocky and confident, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me, even now.

"Damn it," I groaned, my head falling back as the tension built to an unbearable peak. My body trembled and vibrated, my breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. My strokes became frantic, chasing that edge, my mind a whirlwind of lust, longing, and loss.

The climax hit hard, my back arching off the bed as a guttural cry tore from my lips. The milky fluid sprays all over the sheets. This was too amazing. I cried out even more. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, white-hot and blinding, leaving me tired, gasping, and spent. I could hardly breathe. Why couldn't he be here right now?

For a moment, nothing else mattered-the pain, the loneliness, the gnawing ache of missing him. It was just me, my heaving chest, and the remnants of my release still on my hand. I guess I finally get to change these sheets now. The room fell silent once again. After about 5 minutes, I stood up, placed the phone on my nightstand without closing up the photo, and walked into the bathroom. I stood under the shower and turned it on but I felt that lonely silence. All I wanted was Bryan back, to touch and hold me, to tell me everything was okay, and of course to do unimaginable things to me. What can I say? He's amazing in bed. I wanted more than these memories but I could never get that back and I knew it.

It was a Saturday, so a few minutes later, I was done with my shower, just having some pancakes and watching a series in the living room, when I heard the doorbell. I waited for about 2 minutes before I walked towards to door, pancake in hand. I was about to turn the handle when I saw a light blue card that had been slid through the mail slot. Who still sends emails? I opened it and my jaw dropped in disbelief.

'You are cordially invited to the wedding of Bryan Daniels and John Boze.'

"Must be some kind of prank or something" I said aloud with a squint, walked back to where I was eating, and tossed it on the table. I just stared at it. Well, I had lost my appetite.

Did I just jerk off to a guy who's about to get married? Fuck! He's out there living his best life and I'm here daydreaming about him sucking my cock! John's a stupid name.

A dark suspicion crept in. Had he cheated on me before we broke up?

I picked up my phone and called my best friend, Tim. It rang, but no response. So, I decided to call again and this time, he answered.

"What's up, bro? Happy Saturday morning."

I answered, "Hi Tim."

"No Saturday jokes for me today? What's wrong?"

"You'll never believe what I just got sent"

"Oh my gosh, please tell me. The suspense is killing me"

"It's a wedding invitation."

"Oh, that's nice. Who's getting..." Jason interrupted.

"It's Bryan."

We both fell silent. Tim had known about our relationship. From the start till the end. He helped me mend after our breakup. He was my go-to for advice. I poured myself some whisky and let the news sink in.

Tim started "He's got some nerve. How's that even possible? You guys just broke up."

"Know the worst part? I did it this morning again, right before getting the card"

"Ouch! That's gotta hurt. Wanked off to the jerk's photo again. I told you to delete that, didn't I?"

"I just couldn't do it. Besides, that's the only pic of him I have left. But I'm finally changing that Chanel bedsheet."

"Thank heavens! So, what are you gonna do about this guy? You're not thinking of going, are you? Knowing you, you'll probably split his groom into two halves with a chainsaw."

I laughed loudly. Tim always knew how to make me feel better. I didn't want to go.

"I mean, what does this John guy have that I don't? I know everything about Bryan. EVERYTHING. I'm quite the eye candy too. But, he never thought of marriage with me? Absurd."

"His name's John? That's a stupid name."

"That's exactly what I thought too!"

"Well, when is it? You can come over to my place and we'll watch some movies and play video games together. Scratch that! We'll do it all at your place. Your house is so beautiful and comfortable. I mean..." He was interrupted by a feminine subtle voice in the background, although I couldn't quite catch what she said. It sounded like "Sweetie, the neighbor's head is on fire".

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, she just said the neighbor's bed is on fire"

"How the fuck did that even happen?"

"I don't know, bro. They are so weird. So, what's the date? I'll cancel whatever I have that day."

"Hold on. I think I wanna go to this wedding. I wanna show Bryan what he's been missing out on. Although I can't go alone. That would just scream pathetic."

"That doesn't quite sound like a good idea."

"Relax! All I have to do is find a date; someone to act as my new boyfriend. But he needs to be so hot, Bryan will probably melt thinking of me getting laid by him"

"How are you gonna do that? You haven't been seeing anyone"

"I'll meet you at Greenlake Park in 20 minutes. We'll discuss it more."

"You got it." He said and hung up.

20 minutes later we were strolling in the park. Taking Tim wasn't even an option since Bryan already knew we were just best friends, although Tim had silky black hair with deep blue eyes that made me wonder why we were just best friends sometimes. His lips were the perfect shape, almost similar to Bryan's. He had some cute freckles that complimented how innocent he looked naturally. He was anyone's dream man. We analyzed our inner friend circle and even our outer. But, there was no one as breathtaking as I wanted. Well, what I wanted was Bryan. They were either taken, out of town, not good-looking enough, or just not my type. After mentioning several names, Tim gave up on me, because I said no to everyone.

"This is going to be a lot harder than I thought," He said.

"Alright, let's go to my place and think over some whisky."

"Great idea. I've been waiting to hear that." He smiled sheepishly.

We walked for a little while and were almost at my gate.

"I don't understand what you want." Tim continued.

"No, you're the one who isn't getting me. I need him to be..."

Almost immediately, a Mercedes C-Class with its windows down drove by us. I looked at the driver, who looked at me back and he was...

"Perfect" I muttered.

The car entered the penthouse a block from mine and Tim read my facial expression.

"Boom! That's our guy." He said finally with a smirk.