Once we’re done, Naomi turns rapidly towards me and steps in to hug me.
“Look, they made-up,” I hear Debbie say from behind me. To anybody else, it could be an embrace, two friends reconciling. But my hard-on is now pushing the fabric of her dress, desperately wanting to get in. She raises up on her toes, and I automatically bend down to hear what she has to say.
“I hate you for making me want you. Meet me in fifteen in the bathroom. And then, we’re done.”
She goes to step back, but I hold her wrist.
“If I fuck you, we’re far from being done, Na. But again, tell Oliver to fuck off, or nothing will happen.” She slides her hand between us to cup me.
“It will happen, Lars. Escorted by another man or not, it will happen.”
3
Lars
6 months prior
“Have you decided whom you’re going to my wedding with?” Dan asks while popping his medication in his mouth.
I raise an eyebrow and hand him a glass of water.
“Seriously? Who has been my date for the last year and a half to every event we’ve gone to?”
The answer is easy. Naomi. I don’t need to discuss it with her to know we’re going together.
“Huh huh,” Dan sings with that hint of mischief in his eyes I hate.
“What?”
“You know, Anna is wondering who to ask as a maid of honor, and she said it depends who I choose as a best man.” I send him my most renowned look, the ‘get serious’ one. We both know he’s going to choose me. I have been the one handling his shit since we were kids. Art is a great guy, but he’s my guy, not Dan’s. As much as I love our lead singer, he’s too unpredictable to be able to count on him when you’re in deep shit. And Art is too nice to Dan to be able to control his moods.
“Is this your way of asking me to be your best man?” I lean back in my seat and extend my legs. We’ve been traveling non-stop the past month touring in Asia, and I’m glad to be home, even if it means a fifteen-hour plane ride across the world.
“What if she wants Julie to be the maid of honor.” Julie Legg… The girl I fucked to prove to Naomi she was wrong about me having a fetish about a certain type of woman. The girl I should never have fucked because if she’s a friend of Dan’s girl, she isn’t one of Naomi’s, quite the opposite it seems. The girl who not only slept with me, Art, but also Anna’s brother… The wedding party is going to be interesting, that’s for sure.
“You know she isn’t going to ask Julie if Naomi is coming. And isn’t Julie with that asshole, Paul Hoffman, anyway?”
“So, would you?” A conversation with Dan Darling can be quite exhausting when you’re not used to it, but when you’ve known him for as long as Art and I have, you speak Darling fluently. I know right now he’s so excited to touch Anna again, his brain is going faster than anything he can express. Then, it’s all going to catch up, and he’ll speak faster than girls wetting their panties when we appear. But in a few minutes, he’ll crash and sleep because of the meds he just took for his mental health condition.
“It would be an honor, Dan.” I smile, and we look at each other for what feels like an eternity, telling each other all we already know. That he’s grateful for having me deal with most of his life and his career before Anna. That I love being in a band with him because he’s super talented. That we’re brothers, including Art too.
“Please tell me we don’t have to wear a suit?” I add mockingly, indeed knowing the bride is anything but conventional.
“Nah, I’m not even sure Anna is wearing a wedding gown. She already had a white wedding and all the bullshit that went with it. I think it’s going to be a bathing suit wedding or a leggings one.” Yeah, maybe not that drastic.
“Dan, you know that’s pretty far-fetched, right? Even for Anna…”
“What are you two talking about?” Art appears from the bedroom, still holding the flight attendant by the ass.
“Wedding,” Dan and I say while looking at the satisfied look on the woman’s face. Seeing how much moaning she was vocalizing fifteen minutes ago, she clearly got thoroughly fucked before getting a mouth full of dick.
“Ah,” Art says, showing his lack of enthusiasm for anything wedding. “Will there be any women I haven’t fucked going?”
“Naomi,” Dan answers looking at me. I raise an eyebrow.
“Pimping out my girl?” I cross my ankle over my knee, needing to give my legs some much-needed blood circulation.
“Your girl?” Art laughs. “She’s as much your girl as she’s mine. Not.”
“You know what I mean,” I mumble.
“That you haven’t tasted a pussy as good as hers and that you’re dying to get your tongue on her cunt again?”
“I really wonder why I’m Trouble, and you’re Sweet.” I roll my eyes. “I told you a thousand times that Na and I never fucked.” Dan smiles, amused by Art breaking my balls.
“Because Mama Darling finds me sweet and you’re trouble. That’s why…” he says referring to what Dan’s mom used to call us when we were teenagers. “And as for your second point. Bullshit,” he coughs, “you’ve tapped her many times, my friend. You just don’t want to admit it.”
I really haven’t.
If Naomi and I have shared the same sleeping space, it’s only because we fell asleep watching one of the boring documentaries she loves. Tangled into each other, yes, but still just sleeping.
“We’re friends, guys. Why do you insist so much that I fucked her? I’ve been friends with you both for years, and nothing happened between us.” Art sits next to me.
“That’s because we don’t like dicks. You love pussy. You love that pussy in particular.”
“Fuck off, Art. At least who I fuck is of age!”
“She’s much younger than you! And for your information, I always card the pussies I want to fuck before shoving my dick inside of them.”
“Guys, it’s been a year and a half, and the girl is with another guy, can we stop the pissing contest. She’s one of my future wife’s besties, but she isn’t worth it, seriously. I’m done with this shit! Done with you two being at each other’s throat because you both dipped your dick into Julie Legg and seeing that my wedding will be soon and she’s going to be there, I would prefer for you to put this behind you.”
I sigh.
Dan is right, my relationship with Art has been somewhat complicated since I slept with Julie. He’s withdrawn a lot from me when we used to be close.
I really didn’t think he was hung up on that girl so much. We shared girls so many times, and she was all over me.
I didn’t think anything more of it.
I didn’t think it would almost cost me Na and Art.
“All I’m saying is that, if you’re not interested in Na, I might go for it after all. Wouldn’t you be happy to have two of your best friends together?”
My jaw hurts from clenching, but I smile at my friend, trying to put all this behind us.