| Best Of Friends By iceshiva16 |
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| Author’s Note: Unfortunately, I do not own or have anything to do with Oded Fehr. I guess life’s not perfect after all. Damn, and I was so sure. Please keep in mind that this story is not true (at least, as far as I know) and should be indubitably considered as fiction. It is also rated R for sexual content. ________________________________________ |
| She slammed the front door behind her, dropping her keys on the tiled entryway floor as she flopped down on the couch and sighed in exasperation. What a hellish day it had been. She was just glad that it was over. She glanced over at her answering machine. The message light was blinking. Good lord. She hoped that it wasn’t something that would further ruin her already nightmarish day. Wincing, she reached over and pressed the play button. What she heard was like music to her ears. Her best friend of eight years, Oded Fehr, was calling to cheer her up. He always seemed to know when she had had a bad day. “Hey, honey, its Oded. Just call me when you get home, okay?” Her answering machine shut off and she replayed and erased the message. She picked up the phone and dialed his number from memory. “Hello?” His deep, chocolate voice answered her, and her whole body warmed at the sound. “Hey, Ded. It’s me.” “Hey, baby, how are you?” he asked. “I had a feeling that your day didn’t go so great. I hope I wasn’t right.” She laughed. “Unfortunately, you are. You need to start calling me the night before you think I’m going to have a bad day so I can avoid work at all costs.” He laughed; a rich, low sound that cheered her up immediately. “I’ll try to remember that. What are you doing now?” “Well, I was going to eat dinner, but I honestly don’t know if I have the strength.” “Wait right there. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Is Chinese all right with you?” “That sounds great, Ded. But I’m paying.” He chuckled. “No, you’re not. I will pay this time. You’ve had a bad day. And I’ll bring a movie too.” “Did you have something in mind?” “Well, I got the copy of my new one today,” he revealed. She laughed out loud for the first time that day. “You mean the one where you’re a manwhore?” she teased. “I believe that gigolo is the term, young lady. And yes, that’s the one.” “All right. I’ve been waiting for that one. I’ll change my clothes and make sure I’m ready when you get here.” “All right, sweetie. Try to relax, okay?” “Yeah, yeah, I will.” She paused. “Oded?” “Yes?” His tone was completely revealing, and she found it comforting, even after all these years, that he could still show himself to her in his rawest form and be sincere. “Thanks.” “No problem, baby. I’ll be right over.” She waited a few minutes before getting up off of the couch and making her way to the bedroom to change. She shed her stiff work clothes and changed into loose khakis and a plain white tank top. She shuffled into the bathroom in her bare feet and let her hair loose from it’s stiff bun before sweeping it up into a casual twist. Oded was such a sweetheart. He was always willing to drop whatever he was doing and come over to be with her if she needed to cheer up. She had lost count of how many times he had come over to comfort her when she had been down. They had been best friends for eight years. Sure, they hardly saw each other for months at a time, but that had done nothing to diminish the strength of their bond. She was proud of his success, and she tried to keep getting him to go out on a date with somebody, but he adamantly refused. Seems that he had someone else in mind, but couldn’t get up the nerve to ask her out. Truthfully, she would have liked to date him herself. He was perfect, and it was easy to tell that they would have been a great couple. They were very alike, and they had known each other for so long that there was no awkwardness between them anymore. Not to mention the fact that he was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He had a dark olive complexion that was most accurately described as exotic, and a ripped physique that could only be called exquisite. His coffee-colored eyes had the ability to captivate completely, and his hair… Oh, his hair was to die for. For most of the time that she had known him, his hair had hung down to his shoulders in dark curls. Lately, however, he had cut it very short, and that was the way that she liked it. It was almost a crewcut, but with a smattering of facial hair and a little gel, he was to die for. She looked at herself in the mirror, thinking of how plain she must have looked up against him. Too bad that he could never be attracted to her. She would have liked that a lot. Anything to end the naughty fantasies she kept having of going over to his house and finding him wearing only that pair of faded jeans that he treasured so much and making mad love to him on top of the washing machine. The doorbell rang and she shook her head to clear it. Boy, she had to stop thinking about stuff like that. Now was the time to forget about her horrendous day and have some fun with her friend. She flicked the light switch and went to answer the door. She opened the door and leaned lightly against the frame, staring at her friend through the screen. He had several bags of Chinese food in one hand and a movie under his arm. He smiled that delicious smile of his and opened the screen door. He was wearing stonewashed blue jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt. God, he was sexy as hell. He set his stuff down on the kitchen table and moved over to give her a hug. She fell into his soft embrace, resting her cheek against his chest. This was what made the whole damn day worth it. She sighed and snuggled up against him, thanking her lucky stars for a friend like Oded. She could have held onto him forever and not once would he have protested it. She didn't think that he had a mean bone in his body. “Thank you for coming,” she whispered, pulling back and placing her hands on his chest, letting her secretly feel the muscles through the fabric. He took her hands in his. “It’s not a problem, sweetie. I hate it when I call and you’ve had a bad day. I have to cheer you up.” She smiled gratefully once again. Why did he have to be so goddamn perfect? He was probably only that way because she couldn’t have him. She grabbed the bags and the video off of the table. “Come on, let’s eat in the living room. A stained carpet couldn’t make my day any worse.” He laughed and followed her out to the living room. She placed the bags on the floor by the couch and pushed the tape into the VCR as he took off his sandals. He plopped down on the couch and she sat down next to him and began to fast forward through the previews. He got out some of the food boxes and handed one to her. “Shrimp lo mein,” he said. “Your favorite.” “What would I do without you?” she asked, opening the box and digging in with a pair of chopsticks. She settled back against the couch cushions as the movie started. “I’m kind of dreading this,” he started, turning a bit red. She laughed at him. “Why? I’m your best friend. If it’s that bad, you know I’ve seen worse.” He smiled down at her. “I’m sure you have,” he said, kissing her forehead tenderly. She felt her cheeks burning, and she turned her attention back to the movie screen. Why was she so attracted to him on this particular night? She tried to concentrate on the movie, and it worked for a while. At least, it worked whenever Oded was on the screen. Unfortunately, that wasn't much, and her gaze kept shifting upwards so that she could stare at him. She knew that he would be seeking approval for his work. Oded always needed the approval of others to get by, whereas she had never really cared what others thought about her. She always tried hard to give it to him when he needed it, and tonight she bombarded him with compliments about the movie. “You know, you can make the most atrocious clothes look good. I wasn’t so sure about that white suit, salmon shirt thing.” “Nice flip to catch the crossbow! Did you do that yourself?” And, her favorite, “Nice ass, Oded. Where do you work out?” His nose wrinkled and he stared down at her with an amused look on his face after the last one. When the movie was over, she flipped off the TV and set the VCR to rewind. Oded had thrown away all the trash and put the leftovers in the fridge, and now she snuggled up against him on the couch and breathed in his scent, thinking of how much she didn’t want him to leave that night. What if she kissed him? Would he be appalled and leave right away? Would he gently push her away and tell her that that wasn’t possible? She didn’t know which would hurt more. She looked up at him, only to find him staring right back down at her. His hand stroking her back suddenly became oppressive, and she swore that his eyes were two shades darker than before. What the hell? What did she have to lose? She placed her palms facedown on his chest and looked right into his eyes. His hands moved to caress her bare arms, and he tilted his head to gaze at her throat, his eyes glancing upward every few seconds. She felt her whole body starting to tingle, and before she could chicken out, she had leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, letting them rest there hesitantly for a moment before she pulled away. He sat in front of her silently, not moving. Her stomach sank; had she done the wrong thing? And then what she had once considered the impossible happened. He leaned forward and kissed her back. She gasped against his lips involuntarily, allowing him access to her open mouth. His tongue swirled around hers as he pulled her up flush against him. Her breasts, loose inside her tank top, pressed tantalizingly against him as her arms circled around his back. His goatee and mustache scratched pleasantly against her face, and she thought that she would never be able to breathe again. He was kissing her so deeply, so wonderfully, his tongue exploring every centimeter of her mouth with equal care as his hands roamed over her back. They broke away from each other, gasping for air. It was only a matter of seconds before he’d picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He had tucked her in after a bad day so many times before this, and now he was going to stay with her. All he had needed was that one kiss, that one reflection of what she wanted from him, and he wanted her so badly that he could taste it. He engaged her mouth in another kiss once again, and she became more secure with his touch every time that he laid hands on her. He pulled away for a brief minute as he felt her hands pull his shirt over his head. Her fingers made contact with his bare flesh, and he jumped as he felt electricity move through his body. He wanted to worship every part of her, and show her what real love could be like. He remembered too many nights when she had complained about her past lovers and what they couldn’t give her. He wanted to give her everything she’d missed and then some. He wanted to make love to her until the sun came up, and in the most odd places too. She was lying on the bed on her back, and he was leaning over her, his chest bare and his arousal already aching to be free of his tight jeans. She ran her hands down his corded flesh, reaching around to grab his butt through the rough fabric of his pants. “I’ve wanted you for eight years, you know that?” she whispered. He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead before stretching himself out and settling in between her legs. He looked down at her and into her eyes. He was amazed. Here she was, waiting for him to do whatever he wanted with her. She was open and tender, and she wasn’t hiding anything from him. “What?” she whispered, scared to death that he was having second thoughts. He saw that in her eyes immediately and moved to correct her assumption. “Don’t you dare think that I don’t want to be with you,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s just that I can’t believe that we’ve wanted each other for eight years. Why did it take this long?” She opened her mouth to express her surprise, but he put a finger to her lips. She kissed it as he continued. “I never liked hearing you talk about your other lovers. They could never satisfy you, and all I wanted to do was satisfy you myself. I’ve had dreams about making love to you in the strangest places! You know me, I’m not usually like this, but I thought of taking you in front of the fireplace, on the kitchen table, in my swimming pool…” “On top of the washing machine?” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck so that he could tug her shirt off. As soon as it was over her head, he looked at her curiously. “I’d never thought about that, but now that you mention it…” He smiled devilishly, and she blushed furiously. She sat up, forcing him back onto his knees. He stared at her as she sat in his lap, pressing her bare breasts up against his chest, sending shivers up and down his spine. She opened her mouth over his, and he responded by sliding his tongue over her lips slowly. Once they had reluctantly parted, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “We can save the washing machine and other adventurous places for later,” she said huskily. “Right now I just want to make love to you.” He pulled her tightly up against him again, lavishing the tops of her breasts with kisses. She sighed softly as she ran her fingers through his short hair, the tips coming to rest on his ears, playing with the lobes while she kissed the spot directly under them with her mouth. She felt the immediate reaction that his body had to the stimulation. He crushed her against him, tearing her mouth away from his neck and bringing it to his. She could feel him hardening through the tight jeans, and her hands moved down to unbutton and unzip them so she could slip her hand inside. Her fingers deftly caressed the smooth cotton of his briefs right over the most sensitive area of his body. She felt him arch into her hand, and she squeezed gently, making him jump just a little. She smiled against his lips and then moved both of her hands around to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down over his ass and rubbing her palms on his bare thighs. He quickly lifted himself off of the bed enough so that she could pull the offending garment all the way off. “Tell me what you want,” he half-moaned, pulling her body tightly up against his as he kissed her neck and her shoulders before moving to her mouth again. She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his full pouty lips, slipping her tongue into the recesses of his mouth, exploring to her heart’s content. Finally, she pulled away and looked at him. His expression was earnest and yearning, and she smiled and blushed as she saw the desire smoldering in his eyes. “What did I do to deserve you?” she asked softly, gently running a hand through his short hair before letting it rest on his lips. He kissed her fingertips and answered her. “You didn’t have to do anything to deserve me, and I didn’t have to do anything to deserve you,” he said quietly. “I’m not sure. Maybe we deserve each other after the hellish relationships we’ve been through. But none of that really matters to me, because I’m happy with what I have right here in front of me.” He saw the tears dot her eyes, and he quickly wiped them away with his kisses. He cupped her breasts in his hands and cheered her up a bit with a little humor. “Pert breasts and all.” She laughed out loud and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands more fully. He continued to run his smooth palms over the mounded flesh as she wiggled out of her pants, leaving her lying underneath him in a pair of black lace panties. He quirked an eyebrow at her, but before he could say anything more, she had taken her hands in his and wrapped them around her, pressing her smooth breasts up against him as she kissed his mouth fully. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered again, never letting go of her lips. The vibrations that the whisper caused made her shiver pleasantly. “Oded, there’s only one thing that I want, and that’s you,” she answered. Her fingertips danced around the waistband of his briefs, and he sat back obediently, pulling her into his lap, while she pulled them down, letting his now fully engorged arousal free. He sighed as her hand brushed over his velvety tip, and felt a wave of pleasure pass through him. He grabbed her hand, bringing it up and away from his manhood. “If you do that again, you may not be getting as much of me as you like,” he said huskily, his voice dropping a few octaves as he spoke. The rumble of it against her chest sent pulses of pleasure down her spine. “Oded,” she whispered to him as he took off her panties, “Please make love to me. I don’t think I can stand it for another minute.” “Neither can I, my dearest love, neither can I.” He held her hips in place as he guided himself to her tight entrance, and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as he began to move within her. It wasn’t long before they both came, sagging against each other, lost in the pleasure that they brought to each other. Oded held her gently in his arms as he turned around and lay back on the bed. It was only when he had settled them both in, the blankets pulled up around them, that he realized that she was crying. Her breath came in soft gasps as her tears rolled down her cheeks, and he held her tightly to him, rocking her back and forth gently as he carefully untwisted her hair and let it fall free around her shoulders. “What is it, babydoll?” he asked, gently stoking her hair and the bare skin of her shoulders as her tears fell down his chest. She sniffled a few times, looking up at him with big, wet eyes as she tried to stop herself from sobbing. “I just never thought that I could ever be as happy as I am now. You’re the only place that I’ve ever found true refuge, Oded. You’re the only one I’ve ever met who… who really, truly cares.” He stroked her soft cheek gently before pulling her up tightly against him and lying back against the pillows, pulling her down comforter up over her shoulders. She curled up into a tiny ball, her hands clutching the sides of his chest as she sank further into his embrace. “I will always care about you, darling. You are mine now, and nothing will take you away from me. I promise.” Coming from anyone else, it would have been an empty vow, hollow words that fell on hopeful ears. But coming from him, she knew it was the truth. And deep in her heart she knew that they would always remain the best of friends. The End |