The Question Series Mature 18+ Chapters

NB: This chapter is the same as Chapter 23 in the book It's A Question Of Friendship but with added spice in one section where it is clearly indicated ⚠️ for those Over 18+ that like something more mature and explicit. You may not think that the added spice in this chapter was spicy enough to worry about but we felt that Inkitt might possibly deem it was unsuitable for those 16+ so we didn't take any chances.

Marty entered Olivier’s bedroom after discreetly kissing Sun, for the second time that night in his bedroom, while Ice turned her head away.

Olivier lay on his bed on his back, with his hands behind his head, with a big smirk on his face. “You wanting to play games tonight, Webbers, or are you all worked up after snogging me cousin?”

Marty laughed as he crashed down beside him. “Could do with some distraction, but doubt if I could concentrate. The thought of having to tell Mum and Dad is bugging me.”

“That doesn’t surprise me in the least. Still, look on the bright side, so far so good.”

“Can I ask you a question, Bro?”

Olivier turned his head and looked at Marty. “Yeah! Why?”

“When you phoned your Mum to ask about you staying out with Woody. What did you say about me and Sun? Did you say anything about me and him liking each other?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“Just answer me please, Frenchie. What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Then why did she seem to know when she came home. Why did she come right out and ask if I liked Sun? It strikes me as an odd thing to ask, right out of the blue.”

“I told you, I didn’t say anything,” Olivier responded, trying to sound calm.

“Okay Bro. Wrong question. What was the question Auntie asked you, that you didn’t answer?”

Frenchie looked at him, his eyes unblinking. “She asked me loads of questions.”

“Spill Frenchie. Stop holding back. Tell me what happened.”

Olivier sat up and pulled his knees up near his chest and hugged them.

Marty sat up too.

“I’ve already told you what I said to her.”

“Yes, you did, but I know that there is more. You better start again, Bro.”

“Mum just asked me what we were all going to do, and I asked if I could do the same as Ice with Anna. She said yes, but had to be back by 10pm.”

“Did she ask what me and Sun were going to do?”

“Yes, of course.”

“What did you say Bro?”

“I said you both wanted to go to Chiang Mai.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Stop playing silly buggers Frenchie. What did she say to that?”

“She said fine, but you would miss Strictly. I said you weren’t that bothered, as you could watch it on catch up.”

Marty nodded. “Um. Okay. That’s fine as that’s the truth. What did she say to that?”

“It was your Mum, not mine, that answered that. She said it was not like you to miss Strictly. If it was to be with me, or a girl, she could just about understand it..., but to be with a boy, and especially a boy..., a boy like Sun..., she thought that most odd, considering he’s gay. She asked me if you knew that he fancied you. I said yes, of course. She then asked me if you liked him.”

“All my days Frenchie. You never said yes, did you?”

“For fuck’s sake Webbers! What do you take me for!”

“Then what did you say?”

“I didn’t answer her....... I just said Ice did not want to be far away from Sun, and as Chiang Mai was just around the corner, you were just simply looking out for him.”

“All my days! You should have just said no.”

“Sorry Bro. I told you I wouldn’t lie for you, and I didn’t.”

“Yeah, but because you didn’t deny or confirm, she’s put two and two together.”

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

“So you don’t love me anymore, then Bro?”

“Who said I loved you?”

“You have.... Loads of times.”

“I must have been crazy.”

“You are.... You like boys.”

“That’s where you are wrong, Frenchie. I don’t like boys ‘per se’. Just one.”

“Yeah! My cousin.”

Marty gave him a dig in the ribs.

They lay back down in silence for a few minutes.

“What is it about Sun that floats your boat, then?” Frenchie asked. There was a serious tone to his voice. “I mean sexually..., what is the attraction? Is it the bum or cock. What do you dream of doing with him?”

“All.. My.. Days, Frenchie.... What sort of question is that?”

“I’m just trying to work out why you suddenly like him. It can’t be just because he looks exotic ...., as there’s other exotic looking guys at school, so why are you sexually attracted to him?”

“I will only answer that if you tell me what it is you like about Anna. That’s only fair.”

“Okay...! Agreed,″ Olivier muttered.

Marty laid back down. “I’m not sure why I am either. All I know is that I look at him differently to the way I look at anyone else.” He paused and lay there thinking for a moment longer. “When I think of him....., I get excited..., you know..., and I’ve started to have dreams about being in bed with him, you know, cuddling and kissing him. It gives me a sort of warm feeling deep down inside. I feel good being around him. I’ve never felt that as strongly as I do with him.”

Olivier raised himself up and looked down at Marty. “Are you saying you felt like that with me?”

“Partly but not as intense. I like being with you. You make me feel good about myself. I don’t have to pretend everything's okay with you. I know I can be honest with you even though I’m not always and am nervous about doing so at times, but eventually you always get the truth out of me. I know now that I was just being daft. The fantasies and wild dreams I was having about you was a kind of uncontrollable madness that was taking over. That’s what was making me confused. I knew I loved you, I always have, but liking you like that was something new. I think it was because I knew all about you, what you liked and disliked, what you looked like naked, the different expressions you pull when you’re happy or sad, that I began to fantasise and dream about you and me being together.... You know..., as a couple.”

“Seriously? You dreamt about us being a couple?”

“Yes. This is why Mark said I was crossing the boundaries of friendship. In reality, I knew you didn’t like me that way but my hormones were making me look at you in a different way and I was having difficulty in controlling them. All because I thought that it was you that I wanted to be with......, and then I met Sun.”

Olivier remained silent.

“I knew I loved you like that over the holidays. Sun has made me realise that I was definitely gay, but I don’t feel attracted to other boys. I don’t look at them in that way. I’m just so attracted to him now..... It’s as if I have no control of my feelings anymore. I just see him and my emotions are all over the place.”

Olivier looked at Marty and laughed. “But you’ve just said you were attracted to me. Why didn’t this intense feeling you’re having now happen before? Looks like I’ve been missing out on the chance of regular blow jobs from you for ages now, doesn’t it?”

On seeing the smirk Olivier was giving him, Marty sat up and slapped him playfully. “Yup! And now you are too late. Someone else is stealing my heart from you.”

“If I said I wanted to jump you now......., would you let me?”

“No way! Why should I let you get your end away when you don’t love me like that? Why do you think I haven’t done anything with you before? Even if you now claim you’re gay too...., you’ve missed the boat!”

“Thank fuck for that.” Olivier put an arm round Marty, and looked sincerely at him. “To be honest Bro. If we had ever done anything like that, I reckon our friendship would have gone out the window. I really do not want to touch you like that...., and I don’t want you to touch me like that either. Are you okay and cool with that?”

Marty patted his thigh. “I’m cool about it. Honest. We’ve always understood each other, but for a while now we haven’t quite been in tune, have we? I’ve been so confused about so many things..... Fucking hormones.”

“Do you wanna jump Sun, or do you want him to jump you?”

“I don’t know him that well yet, or what he looks like naked....., although I got a brief view of him in his boxers the other day.”

“Jeez! You sound as bad as him. Always checking other people out down there.”

“Didn’t see much as Ice was fixing his leg, but I reckon that I would want to jump him though, as he has a real cute bum.” Marty paused again and sat thinking for a while longer. “Lots of what I used to fantasise about you, I have transferred in my mind to him. Having said all that I am not really wanting to put any of it into practice....., just yet.”

“Seriously? So, what have you been fantasising about doing with me?”

“Kinda weird things really, Frenchie. It was easier to dream and fantasise about you jumping me. I never dreamt about jumping you, though. It was always the other way round.”

“Seriously? You dreamt about me doing that to you?”

“Mmmmmm. Yes, because I knew you didn’t like me like that, and yet, I now think that I really wanted you to.”

Olivier remained silent.

“You okay with what I have just admitted,” Marty asked, nudging him with his elbow. “You cool?”

“Mmmmnnn. Did you dream about blowing me?”

Marty looked at Olivier and nodded. “I have done.”

“Did you dream that I gave you one back?”

“Yes, but when I dreamt about you doing anything, it was mainly you jumping me, for some reason.”

“So if I was gay, you would be my bitch?”

“Don’t say it like that, Frenchie. I don’t like the way it sounds. If you were gay, I would probably have given myself to you, but as I wouldn’t want to be thought of as your bitch, then I might not have.” Marty slapped him on the leg. “You’ve obviously been watching too many prison movies.”

“But you just said you would with me?”

“Only if you were gay, yes, because that’s what I think you would want to do, and I would do it to please you. I know if you are gay you are meant to take it up the arse, but I am not sure that’s what I really want to do, in all honesty.”

“Crikey, Webbers! You love me that much to do that?”

“I was hoping that was what would happen before you moved onto girls...”

“So, all the denials the past week or so were fake, then?” Olivier interrupted.

“I wouldn’t say fake, but I was *deffo in denial. I didn’t want to accept that I was gay. I didn’t want to be gay, and I really did hope that it was a phase that would just go away. I knew you didn’t like me that way, but truthfully....., I didn’t want to lose you. That’s what scared me the most. Losing you as my best friend. I was well confused. If you get me as you say, surely you could tell?” *(slang for definitely)

“Mmmmmm..... Do you get me?”

“Most of the time. I know what mood you are in just by looking at you. We both get each other most of the time. That’s why other people have such a problem with us. I was really worried that being gay would spoil everything. Mark really helped me, you know. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know what I would have done.”

Olivier lay back down. “You know although I like Anna and loved being out with her today, there was not that spark that you and Sun got. Don’t get me wrong I kept looking at her tits today, wondering what they would be like in the flesh, like, but can’t honestly say that I have been dreaming every night of doing it with her or anything like that. I’m kinda jealous of what happened with you and Sun. Is what happened to you just an odd thing, or should that also happen to me? Is that normally what happens....., you know the feeling you said you had, when you’re in love?”

“Hey! I’m no expert about things like that.... All I know is that with Sun it was like an instantaneous hormone eruption. Mr Happy was well taken by surprise. He still is...., and no doubt, with Lewis having moved out, tomorrow night I shall be awake all night *pulling me pud.” *(masturbating)

Olivier stood up and picked up his pyjamas. “I’ll warn the lads to go easy with you on Monday morning at school then.”

“You dare....... You ready to sleep, then Bro?”

“Yeah, but you better keep where you are, or your balls will ache so much from the kick I’ll give you that you will have to forgo the pleasure you’ve got lined up for yourself tomorrow night.” Olivier warned, as he undressed, and put on his pyjama shorts, unusually turning his back, and hiding his manhood, from Marty.

Marty noticed and laughed. “You promised earlier that I could have a cuddle.”

“You can when I’m asleep.”

“Bet you got a boner on, Bro after all this dirty talk. That’s why you won’t let me now.”

“And you haven’t?”

“You wanting to check? Marty asked, as he too undressed, making sure he kept his back towards Olivier, before diving under the covers.

“No way, and no doubt sometime during the next few hours you will be trying to stab me with it. Just hope sleep comes quick and deep, so I don’t notice.”

Olivier closed the curtains fully and, after jumping into bed, switched off the lights by the switch above their heads.

“Night Bro.”

Marty felt for Olivier’s hand, and grasped it, giving it a tender squeeze. “Night Bro. Love you lots......., and thanks for everything.”

Olivier pulled his hand away, but then a moment later he grasped Marty’s hand back, and squeezed it just like Marty had done to him. “It will all work out fine tomorrow, Bro. I know it will......, and you know I love you, too.”

It was dark in Olivier’s bedroom. Ten to fifteen minutes went by as Marty lay there waiting for Olivier to go to sleep. He kept quiet and still, hoping that he had dropped off quickly. Even though Olivier’s breathing was steady and rhythmic, he still wasn’t sure.

“Frenchie, are you awake?” Marty whispered.

“No. I’m asleep,” he replied sarcastically. “Why?”

“Nothing. I was hoping you were.”

“I was hoping you were too.”

“Why?”

“Thinking of Anna. Are you thinking of Sun?”

“Definitely!”

“Are you..., you know, hard?”

“Duh! Aren’t I always! You wanting to do something about it?”

“Yes, but not with you.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that.”

“Good. You keep your hands...., and anything else to yourself.”

“You cool about doing it with me here?”

“Ummmmmm..... Let’s just get on with it, before something spoils my mood.”

Marty felt the covers moving as Olivier was obviously lowering his shorts, and began playing with himself.

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Marty slid his shorts down too, and took his rigid Mr Happy in his hand, and rhythmically started stroking it, in unison with the movement sounds coming from Olivier.

Both their breathing became heavy and laboured, and as Olivier’s hand movements became very rapid, Marty felt the covers go flying off them. He heard him take a deep breath....... , and hold it for a few seconds, before emitting a quiet, but deep, groan of satisfaction as he ejaculated.

Marty could hardly contain himself as he too neared completion. His hand movements became more rapid as the pressure in the tip of Mr Happy increased. He knew he was close...., very close. He tried to stifle the groan of ecstasy, as the special sauce he shot, four or five times, reached almost up to his chin. His hand movement slowed to extract the last drops of precious liquid. His chest, splattered with the result of his hand action, heaved up and down. He felt elated and at last relieved. Slowly his breathing became normal once more.

They both laughed nervously, and then lay in silence for several minutes.

“You got a tissue handy, Frenchie?”

A small towel landed on his chest. Marty wiped himself down.

“Cheers Bro. Do you need it back?”

“Minging. Webbers. Really minging.”

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“You sure you’re okay with us doing that? It wasn’t a gay thing or anything like that, was it?” Marty asked, cautiously.

“It wasn’t for me. Guess it was for you, though.”

“Why?”

“You were thinking about Sun, weren’t you? Or were you thinking about me?”

“Sun, you silly arse. Although I loved hearing you cum.”

“You’re definitely gay, Bro.”

“I know. I have no doubts now.”

“Thank fuck for that. Can I get some sleep now?”

To Be Continued.........