Sleeping with a Friend

15 Years Later... Pizza and Beer Night

"One scoop of creamed potatoes. A slice of butter. Four peas. And as much ice cream as you'd like to eat."

This was our hangout time. At least one Friday a month we hangout like we normally did in college. Chill at either of our places and order food and watch movies. Tonight was my place, although recently it has become just come to my place and order food and watch movies.

"Are you seriously going to do this through the whole movie... again?"

Xnader hated when I would quote the lines of the movies we watched. And sometimes I would do it just because I knew it would get under his skin. Dressed up in our favorite sweats, with beer and pizza, we still would shoot the s**t and in each others company even after all of these years. And yes, because I'm sure you readers would like to know, Xander is still hot as s**t. Although, after our deal, Jaxson got me started into going to the gym to work out, and I started to take an initiative in my appearance. So I shed a few pounds and thank the powers that be that I filled out in all the right places. I was now hot as shit... or so I had been told. I'm sure your curious as to whether Xander is still single, because even though this is my story., who would care about me. Okay, okay. I thought I had found the one, but I wasn't happy and was tired of trying to convince myself that I was. I had been engaged, and still have the f*****g dress to prove that I was willing to go through with it. Now I just have a kick ass Halloween costume.

Jaxson, he is still single too. One girl that he got serious with, didn't like how close we were, and to my surprise his response was, "Bros before hoes". Just kidding, he would never refer to me as his bro. Seriously though, he put it to her quite nicely and kicked her bony, dramatic, narcissistic ass to the curb. That was something that my ex hated to. He was a little possessive, and didn't understand how I could have a guy as my best friend for all of these years.

He came back and crashed next to me on the couch. He had already made himself comfy in his boxers and t-shirt. As I inhaled my piece of pizza, Jax was propping up his feet and ready for a foot massage. "Really? I'm eating. I don't want those nasty stinky things near me while I'm eating." He would always give me those puppy dog eyes. Damn him! "Come on, you know that it's one of my favorites. I still haven't found anyone that comes close to the way that you do it. Even though I know you hate feet. Please... I'll crack you back."

I stood up and started to lay on the floor, lifting my shirt up and positioning myself just right. He staddled over my butt, and I felt his rough hands touch my back. He would rub it first before applying pressure down my spine to crack the spots that would cause me pain. His hands touched my sides and I wiggled just a little. Those damn things were cold.

"Your hands are like ice. Damn!" He laughed as he slid them down my shorts."You will heat them with you hot ass." And he let out a deep laugh. But, he did slip them down the back of my shorts. I yelled for him to stop. He pinned me to the floor and held me down with the weight of his body. I squirmed and wiggled, and once I got free I took off behind the couch. He jumped up and was preparing to run after me. We circled the couch like Tom and Jerry would in the cartoons. He slipped and fell into the cushions of the couch. I jumped on top of him and started to tickle him.

"Stop!" He said.

We argued back and forth like siblings... but not to the degree of grabbing that we did. His hands grabbed for my ass. I straddled on his lap still tickling at the spots I could. He looked a little uncomfortable, and I realized why. I felt him poke me in the ass with it. I got off of him and laid back down on the floor.

"Your cracking my back first still! You always fall asleep when I rub you feet."

So here we are, yet again. One beer after another and we pass out together on the couch.

The next morning and you think that I would have learned a lesson by now that once you hit thirty, there is no possible way to function the next day with a hangover. After thirty, you need a f*****g weekend to recover. Good thing I have a tendency to drink water in the middle of the night, so when I get up in the morning all I need now is a Tylenol tablet and I'm good to go. But I have no worries, it's Saturday! And as much as I love to sleep in, my bladder laughs at me, "No way fucker! Your getting up!" I knew the smell of brewing coffee would easily have awaken Jax from a sound hung over sleep.

"Morning sunshine."

His eyes were still clinched shut, but there was some movement from beneath the blanker on the couch. He slowly peeked over the cushions.

"Turn the sun off please. I'm not ready for morning yet!"

He wiped the sleep from his eyes, using all the might he had to drag himself to the bathroom. If I had power to pull that one off, I would be in a higher place then I am right now. I heard the lid to the toilet clang and the sound of relief hitting the stale water in the bowl.

"What are your plans for the day Lee?" The toilet flushed and Jax emerged from behind the door. He followed the powerful smell of the coffee.

"Meeting up with my mom for lunch or brunch. It's too late for breakfast." He looked at me quite confused, standing in my kitchen still sporting wood grabbing his coffee and heading to the couch. "You don't know which one it is?" As he sipped his coffee and made his way back to the couch. "Lee, you know how to get me to rise and shine in the morning. Figuratively speaking of course." I laughed after he caught himself from the awkward after he completed his sentence. Nothing says that you feel comfortable over someone's place if you not walking around in next to nothing. "I know I don't have a p***s or anything, but isn't he supposed to go down after you pee?" There was no shame between either of us, but the chance of us being together was so far in the past. I always thought about the night we met, wondering if the events had gone in a different direction where we would be now. We were friends, even though on occasions we did tend to go outside of the lines. So of course as I walked passed him, I gave his balls a quick tap and pinched his ass when he scurried past me. "Sometimes he has a mind of his own. Ouch!"

Although, with me doing this I am fully aware that I will receive a wallop on my ass cheek. "Get that boy under control! What are your plans for today?" I said as I felt the sting from his hand bouncing my ass cheek after his hand made contact against it. He closed his eyes like he was overlooking a schedule in his head to determine if he was free the rest of the day. "Don't think I have anything going on, so I guess I'm meeting up with your mom for either brunch or lunch. I haven't seen her in ages. I'm sure she's be excited to see me."

He continued to sip his coffee, and rub his stinging balls. Our attention had shifted when we hear his phone begin to vibrate. I could tell when he is trying to hide something, when he wouldn't want to engage in a conversation in my presence. Reaching for his phone he just glanced at it. His sly smirk as he saw who it was only peaked my interest, and I wanted to know. He left his phone face up on the cushion and I saw on his locked screen I saw the name "Jennifer". I gave his c**k an even harder tap before running away in the opposite direction with his phone in my hand. "Give me that!" he said as he proceeded to get up and come after me. Bypassing his code to unlock it, I could see he had a half hard on as he came lunging towards me.

"Whose Jennifer huh?", I asked wondering whether he would deflect the question. I jumped onto the couch, extending my short arm high up into the air in the hope that he wouldn't be able to reach. But he was five foot eleven inches and still without effort he was able to reach and pry it from my hands. I tried tickling him again, in a last ditch effort to keep a hold of the phone. But he lifted my shirt and started to give me raspberries on my belly. I had to admit defeat, and gave him the phone.

"She's just a co-worker that's all. They are asking me to come into work today. Something about the presentation was screwed up or something. It should only take an hour or so, but I should be able to still meet up with you and your mom." He started to gather his clothes and making his way to the door. He looked a mess. His hair was all disheveled, his eyes were still a little red, and he was staggering just a bit. He tossed his shirt over his shoulder and started out the door. "Well, if you must, then you must. Just keep me posted. And, you can keep the mug as a souvenir if you wish." He took my "Crazy cat lady" coffee mug.

Xander had studied business law. I'm still not exactly sure what the corporation he represents does exactly, but the company president is a multi billionaire. He had worked his ass off to get his position he has today. He is the one in the office to drafts contracts for company mergers. The head CEO of the company is not a stingey man, and as gratitude for some of the deals that they are able to wrangle up, this man pays a hefty price to compensate and celebrate the new money rolling in.

I ran to my door, because funny enough, I enjoyed watching my neighbor across the hall make an ass out of herself on the days she knew that Xander is staying at my place. She throws on some cheap lingerie and perfume and lingers at her door in hopes that one day, he will acknowledge that she even exists, But she's always disappointed when he leans in and gives a kiss on my forehead before only saying, "Good morning", before he makes his way down the hall.

"Good morning Evie." I said to her across the hall. She doesn't even look in my direction, but continues to watch him hurry down the hall while he is putting his shirt on. As the doors close, I finally get something out of her. "Good morning Charlie", she says in a sharp agitated tone. I wouldn't be me if I didn't poke fun at her. "Evie, you know I could get you a nice bib that matches that get up you have on. Or maybe even a towel. It can only assist in wiping up the drool. Just saying." It pained me to watch her smile, with the amount of collagen injected into her only accented her duck face. She slammed the door. "Nice talking with you Evie! Have a fabulous day now! You haggered hooker." I chuckled and closed my door, knowing that I had no time to get ready to go meet Mom for lunch.