Entanglement: An MM One Night Stand/Friends with Benefits University Romance

Chapter 5

RAVE

Midway through the movie, I felt Stan’s weight resting on my shoulder. It’s been a long time since I had a movie date with anyone, and here I am, with Stan falling asleep on me. I’m not quite sure what to make of this, I mused.

My thoughts drift to another person whose weight often leaned into me for various reasons. A frustrated sigh escapes me as memories of Met claw their way to the surface—my unrequited love. Met, gentle and quiet, would lean on my shoulder, reassuring me that everything would be alright. He’d quietly cry with me, offering comfort when I needed it most. Met was my anchor, grounding me during the darkest days following the tragic loss of my mother and sister. He was there when my father buried himself in work, amassing wealth to avoid his own grief. Met never saw me as anything but his dearest, oldest friend.

Unlike Met, Stan is laid-back and far less intense. Where I felt I had to walk on eggshells around Met, fearing I'd remind him of my fragile state, being with Stan is easy and comfortable. Could it be our lack of a long history makes it simpler to be around each other? Or perhaps it’s because Stan has no expectations of me?

Stan is the type who won’t pry into things you’re uncomfortable sharing. He’s straightforward but tactful, always observing my reactions. If he senses agitation, he skillfully changes the subject.

Finding someone who respects your boundaries and brings joy and comfort is rare. Stan knows when to push and when to let things be, so with him, my guard is completely down. I haven’t felt this light and unburdened in a long time. I don’t have to put on a brave face or stay on high alert.

As the movie wraps up, I lean down to wake Stan with a kiss. Unexpectedly, he responds in his half-asleep state, and our kiss quickly escalates into a passionate exchange. We’re left breathless, and the sleepy, hooded gaze he gives me is irresistible.

Whispering, "Let's continue this in my room," I lead him there, fueled by excitement. I've been eagerly anticipating this, and after two weeks without s*x, my desires are insatiable. I could have sought others, but the thought didn’t appeal to me. Surprisingly, not being able to sleep with Stan for the past two weeks hasn’t been unbearable. I’ve enjoyed just seeing his reactions and being around him.

Stan and I hurriedly undress, too eager to wait. Our bodies collide in a burst of feelings, touches, sensations, and whispered endearments. He’s as eager as I am, our hands exploring each other and our mouths leaving love bites. Some will likely be visible tomorrow, but we're too absorbed in each other to care. We’re desperate as if we’ve been deprived of an essential part of our existence. The combination of desire and pleasure leaves us both moaning and groaning for more.

Eventually, I guide Stan’s intense arousal against me, our bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. We c****x simultaneously, and behind my closed eyelids, stars explode in a myriad of colors. The sensation of utter satisfaction settles in my core, and I feel fulfilled in a way I haven’t in a long time. Exhausted, I curl up next to Stan and drift into a deep sleep.

STAN

Waking to the morning sunlight streaming through the ceiling-to-floor window in Rave’s room—since we forgot to close the curtains last night—I feel an arm wrapped around my waist. I glance down to find Rave sleeping soundly, his head nestled in the crook of my neck. I can’t help but think that waking up like this isn’t so bad, but I quickly scold myself for entertaining such thoughts. Fantasies like this are a recipe for disaster—something I’m not ready to deal with.

I nudge Rave awake and inform him that I need to use the bathroom. He sleepily rolls away, giving me space. After a shower to clear my head, I make my way downstairs, confirming that Rave is still asleep. I plan to leave, but I unexpectedly run into a plump, elderly woman who greets me with a warm smile and a cheerful good morning. She must be the housekeeper Rave mentioned.

Before I can excuse myself, she insists I have breakfast. Hungry and reluctant to disappoint her, I give in and follow her to the dining room.

Rave eventually finds me heartily devouring crispy bacon and hash browns, chatting amiably with his housekeeper.

"Hey, you’re still here! I thought you had already left when I couldn’t find you earlier," he says with that charming smile. He also warmly greets the housekeeper, a trait I find endearing. Rave treats people with warmth, regardless of social differences.

Instead of heading home, my day unfolds in Rave’s company. We lounge by the pool, swim, and enjoy drinks while watching the sunset. It’s one of the most relaxing days I’ve had since starting college—a stark contrast to my usual financial struggles.

Rave has been affectionate all day. We share an intense make-out session by the pool, and as night falls, we make love again in his bed. I've never encountered someone as sexually compatible as Rave. It’s as if we’re perfectly in tune with each other’s desires. Being with him is euphoric, yet I remind myself not to let my guard down entirely. Falling for this flirtatious Casanova could lead to disaster. Amid the pleasure he’s providing, I continuously reinforce the thought that we’re just two friends with exceptional chemistry in bed and nothing more.