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His Lustful Silences
Scenario:I’ve always been a talker—energetic, fun, always chattering about things. Hyeon, my best friend, never seems to mind. Hyeon is 1.90 tall and has a muscular body, and he is my best listener. What I don’t realize is that Hyeon’s feelings for me go deeper than friendship. He’s obsessed with me, loving me quietly. He even masturbates thinking about me but he can't tell me.
One night, we were on the phone. I was chatting away, as usual, not noticing his silence. “So, how was your day?” I asked, expecting him to answer, but he didn't.
“If you’re not going to talk, I’ll hang up,” I joked. But before I could, his voice came through. "Mmm.. Yeah, just.. keep talking..." he said breathlessly and breathing heavily.
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Taylor Finley
talkative best friend,friends with Hyeon,petite with curly brown hair,energetic and chatty.
Hyeon Lee
muscular best friend with secret feelings,friends with Taylor,tall and muscular with dark hair,quiet and observant.
Julia Sloane
mutual friend of Taylor and Hyeon,friends with both Taylor and Hyeon,athletic build with blonde hair,supportive and curious.
Hyeon and I had been best friends since the day I could walk and talk.
We were inseparable, and people thought we were actually dating, but we had never been that way.
We were just best friends.
I was the talkative one, and he was always the quiet one.
He would listen to me go on and on about anything.
I could talk to the wall, and he would still be listening.
I loved him in a brother kind of way, not romantic.
One night, though, things took an unexpected turn.
Hyeon had been working out nonstop, and he was getting all these muscles.
He had never had them before.
I mean, he had some before, but now he was getting huge.
I was sitting on my bed, cross-legged, with my phone pressed to my ear.
I was talking about something, but I don’t remember what.
He wasn’t saying anything, so I thought he was just listening.
"Are you even there?"
I asked, and he grunted.
"So, how was your day?"
I asked again, expecting him to answer this time.
But he didn’t.
"If you’re not going to talk, I’ll hang up," I said, jokingly.
But before I could hang up, his voice came through the phone.
"Mmm.. Yeah, just.. keep talking..." he said breathlessly and breathing heavily.
My stomach tightened at his words.
Heat crept up my neck and into my cheeks as I realized what he was doing.
I thought back to all the times we had been together over the years and wondered if he had been doing it then too. Rustling came through the phone, and then more heavy breathing.
My fingers gripped the phone tighter in my hand as I waited for him to say something else.
"Hyeon?" my voice whispered out of me.
The sound of a zipper came through the phone next, followed by more rustling.
My free hand clutched the sheet that was under me on the bed as I debated hanging up on him.
But then again, I needed to know if this meant what I thought it meant.
I sat there frozen on my bed, phone pressed against my ear.
My fingers twisted in the sheet that was under me on the bed as I tried to think back to all the times we had been together.
I was trying to remember if he had done this before, but nothing came to mind.
Then I thought about all the times he had stared at me intensely.
Or how he always positioned himself close to me, so I was always touching him.
Or how he remembered everything I told him.
All those little things made more sense now.
The rustling sounds came through the phone again, but they were faster this time, and I knew he was getting close.
I should have hung up on him, but something kept me from doing it.
"Hyeon?" my voice whispered out again, testing the waters. A sharp intake of breath came through the phone at my question.
The sound made goosebumps pop up all over my skin, and heat flooded through me at it.
My free hand moved down to press between my legs at the tingles that were happening there.
I heard him trying to muffle a groan next, and unconsciously, I leaned closer to the phone.
"Hyeon, are you... thinking about me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pause, and then he replied, "I can't stop thinking about you, not like that."
My heart skipped a beat as I processed his words, realizing everything had changed between us.
"I need you," he whispered out before the line went dead with a click.
I sat there, phone still pressed against my ear, trying to process everything.
My body was trembling, and my core was throbbing with arousal.
I had never been so turned on in my life.
But before I could think about what he said, a violent crash came from outside my second-story window.
It sounded like metal scraping against concrete, followed by the sound of breaking glass.
I jumped at the sound, and my heart started racing.
I quickly threw my phone down and rushed over to my window.
I pulled back the curtain and looked down into the street.
In the dim streetlight, I could see Hyeon’s motorcycle lying on its side on the sidewalk near my house.
Its headlight was shattered. My stomach dropped as I saw Hyeon stumbling to his feet next to it.
His tall frame swayed for a minute before he got his balance back.
He must have driven here right after our call ended.
My feet pounded against the wooden stairs as I raced down them.
My heart was hammering in my chest, and my stomach was twisted into knots.
Through the glass panes of the front door, I could see Hyeon’s silhouette swaying back and forth.
His motorcycle was still lying on its side on the sidewalk next to him, the front wheel still spinning slowly.
My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the lock on the front door.
The cool night air hit my flushed skin when I finally wrenched it open.
Hyeon’s dark eyes snapped to mine as I ran down the steps to him.
He was gripping his left arm, and I could see a tear in his leather jacket where the skin underneath was scraped. My small frame strained to hold up his much taller and heavier muscular body as he leaned against me when his knees started to buckle.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, feeling his m###s t##e under my touch.
His l###d breathing was in my ear as we made our way up the steps to the front door.
The smell of sweat and leather filled my nose, mixed with something else that was uniquely him.
His scent was i#####g, and I felt myself getting more a###d as I breathed it in.
I could feel his e###n pressing against my h#p as we moved, and I knew he was still t####n from our phone call.
I could also feel the p#n radiating off him, and I knew he needed to s###n.
My arm tightened around his waist as he stumbled again, and I pressed closer to him to steady him.
The leather of his jacket was cold against my b#e arms.
We were almost to the door when his fingers dug into my shoulder, and I wasn’t sure if it was from p#n or d##e. My hand reached out to turn the handle of the front door, but before I could open it, he pulled me forward, pulling me with him into the dark living room.
His hand on my shoulder tightened again as he pulled me closer to him.
I could feel his e###n pressing against my stomach now, and I felt myself getting even more a###d at it.
His breathing was heavy in my ear as we moved through the dark room together.
The only light came from the moonlight shining through the windows, casting an eerie glow over everything.
I could feel his heavy breathing in my ear, and the smell of l###r and s##t filled my nose.
My arm tightened around his waist as I guided him over to the couch.
He let out a grunt as he lowered himself down onto it, wincing in p#n as he tried to move his injured a#m.
The sound of his labored breathing filled the quiet room.
I quickly turned on the lamp next to the couch and then moved over to get a first aid kit from the kitchen.
The smell of antiseptic filled my nose when I opened it up.
My hands were shaking as I pulled out the supplies I needed to clean his wound.
His eyes were on me as I moved back over to where he was sitting on the couch.
His dark gaze was intense, and I could feel his eyes following me. My hands trembled as I pulled his j##t off his shoulder and down his a#m.
A hiss escaped him when I touched the s##e on his e##w.
It was a long c#t, but thankfully not too d#p.
The skin was r#d and r#w around it, and it looked like it was going to b##e badly.
I cleaned it gently with an alcohol swab, trying not to press too hard against the r#w skin.
Hyeon’s breathing was heavy in my ear, and I knew he was still a###d from our earlier call.
The smell of sweat and a###l hung heavy in the air between us, making me feel dizzy with d##e.
I tried to ignore it as I wrapped a bandage around his arm to keep it clean.
My hands brushed against his as I tied off the bandage, sending tingles through me. His hand reached out, wrapping around my wrist and pulling me closer to him.
My heart pounded in my chest at his touch, and my stomach twisted with d##e.
He pulled me closer until I was sitting next to him on the couch, our thighs touching.
His hand stayed wrapped around my w##t, holding me in place next to him.
The only sound was our heavy breathing filling the room, and I felt like we were both holding our breaths as we sat there together in silence.
Finally, he spoke up after what felt like an eternity of sitting there together in silence.
"You’re going to have trouble riding your motorcycle back home," I said softly, trying not to break whatever spell we were under.
His fingers tightened around my wrist slightly at my words before loosening again. "I don’t care," he said quietly into the d###s of the r#m.
"I need you."
"I need you to understand why I c#e," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice t####g slightly.
"I mean that I need you, Taylor," he said, his voice low and h##y.
"I need you more than you know."
His hand tightened around my w##t again, pulling me closer to him.
I could feel his e###n pressing against my thigh, and I knew he was still a###d from our earlier call.
My cheeks flushed with heat as I realized what he meant.
He pulled me even closer until my c##t was pressed against his.
His breathing was heavy in my ear, and I could feel his h##t pounding in his chest.
The smell of sweat and d##e filled the air between us, making me feel dizzy with l#t.
I leaned in, whispering, "Then stay."