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Easter Luncheon Confessions [Long Story]
🕑 Added 2025-08-03 16:30:02 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
Summary: Dan has spent years keeping his feelings for Mikael locked away, content to stay the best friend who never crosses the line. But Easter Sunday changes everything. A tight shirt, a spilled dish, and a quiet moment outside pull Dan into dangerous territory where friendship starts to blur. When Mikael begins to see through his careful facade, the tension between them builds until neither of them can look away. What starts with a touch quickly unravels into a night of raw desire and long-hidden confessions.
Word Count : 3,800
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I adjusted my tie in the church bathroom mirror, my hands slightly unsteady as I smoothed the fabric down my chest. Today was Easter Sunday, the biggest service of the year, and I had been roped into co-hosting the luncheon with Mikael - a man I had spent years pretending not to be in love with.
Mikael had been my best friend since childhood, a constant presence through awkward early years and into adulthood. Where I had always been on the leaner side, all long limbs and narrow shoulders, Mikael was a different story. He had always been athletic, but in the last few years, he had become something else entirely; a gym regular, broad-shouldered and thick with muscle, the kind of physique that made him look like he could lift me without breaking a sweat. I had tried working out with him a few times, but next to Mikael's sculpted form, I always felt smaller, weaker. And yet, I couldn't stop staring.
Like now.
Seeing Mikael in a fitted shirt sent a shiver down my spine. The fabric clung to his chest and biceps, outlining the strength underneath. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help but imagine how he looked without it. What it would be like to touch him. To kiss him.
I shook myself out of my thoughts as we moved to the dining hall. Tables had been set with floral centerpieces, and the smell of roasted ham, buttery rolls, and candied yams filled the air. People milled about, chatting and laughing as they grabbed plates. Mikael carried trays effortlessly, serving with a warm smile, his broad shoulders flexing every time he reached across the table. I was supposed to be helping, but my eyes followed him more than anything else.
"Dan, you with us?" My brother clapped a hand on my shoulder, startling me.
"Yeah..yeah, sorry." I grabbed a tray, trying to focus. Mikael shot me a smirk from across the room, like he knew I had been spacing out. My face warmed.
We worked in tandem, serving the guests, exchanging light conversation. I tried to act normal, but every time Mikael moved past me, his arm brushing mine, I felt that same rush of heat.
Then, the spill happened.
"Oh, for the love of..." Mikael groaned suddenly, looking down at his shirt, now covered in tomato glaze. He had somehow managed to dump an entire serving down his chest.
He caught me staring, his brows lifting slightly. "What are you staring at? Come here and help, you silly."
I snapped out of it, quickly passing my tray to my brother before grabbing Mikael by the wrist, leading him toward the exit. "I've got an extra shirt in my car."
Out in the cool air, Mikael leaned against my car, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "I swear, I can't take myself anywhere."
I fumbled in the backseat for the spare shirt while Mikael, without hesitation, started unbuttoning his ruined one.
My mouth went dry.
He peeled the fabric away from his skin, revealing smooth, tanned muscle beneath. Defined pecs, the deep grooves of his abs, the faint sheen of sweat along his collarbone. It was worse, so much worse than just imagining it. I forced myself to look away before I did something stupid.
"You've been weird today," Mikael said suddenly, pulling the shirt fully off.
I stiffened. "What?"
"You're acting different." He cocked his head at me, eyes narrowing. "You barely looked at me during service, and now you won't even make eye contact. Did I do something?"
I gripped the spare shirt in my hands like a lifeline. "It's nothing."
"Bullshit," Mikael said, stepping closer. "Talk to me."
I let out a sharp breath, my walls crumbling. "I--" My voice caught, but Mikael was right there, watching me, waiting. "I can't keep pretending, Mikael."
Before I could say more, I noticed something. The sauce had seeped through his shirt, leaving a streak along his chest. Without thinking, I grabbed a tissue from my pocket and wiped at it, my fingers grazing his skin.
Mikael tensed. I swallowed hard.
His voice was quieter when he spoke again. "Pretending what?"
I hesitated. "Mikael..." My heart pounded. "Tracy has been cheating on you."
Mikael's face darkened. "What?"
I ran a hand through my hair. "I didn't know how to tell you. She begged me not to say anything. But I couldn't keep it from you anymore."
His whole body tensed, his hands clenching into fists. "How long?"
"A few days."
Mikael exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I need to get out of here."
I nodded. "Come back to my place. I've got beer."
Back at my apartment, I handed him a cold one and sat beside him on the couch. He took a long swig before leaning forward, elbows on his knees. "How could she do that?"
I hated seeing him like this. Without thinking, I pulled him into a hug. His body was warm, solid against mine. "I'm sorry, man."
Mikael let out a shaky breath, but he didn't pull away. "I should've known. I mean, there were signs, right? But I didn't want to see them."
I stayed quiet, letting him talk. He took another deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "It's funny. I had my doubts, but I kept pushing them down. Fuck it, man. I had my doubts, but I'm glad you told me."
He pulled back slightly to look at me. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"
I swallowed hard, gripping the fabric of my jeans. "I--" My throat tightened. "I didn't want to see you hurt. I know how much you liked her. She begged me not to say anything. She said she wouldn't do it again. But yesterday... I found out she did. Again."
Mikael went still. A tense silence settled between us. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."
I clenched my jaw. "I didn't know what to do, man. I hated keeping it from you. I hated seeing you with her, knowing what she was doing behind your back. But I was scared--scared of how it would wreck you."
Mikael ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I get it."
I hesitated, watching him. "Are you okay?"
He let out a humorless chuckle. "No. But I will be."
The room felt smaller somehow, like the air had thickened between us. Mikael glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "You've been acting off lately. Was it just this?"
I froze. My pulse quickened. "I--uh..." My voice faltered.
His eyes stayed on me, sharp and searching. "Dan?"
I swallowed, my hands clenching into fists. "You mean a lot to me. Emotionally. I know you liked her, but I always hated her. I was stupid not to tell you sooner. A guy like you deserves so much better."
My voice cracked slightly, and before I could stop myself, a tear slipped down my cheek.
Mikael's expression softened. He reached up, wiping the tear away before pulling me into another hug. "I didn't know you cared so much about me."
"I love you, man."
The words hung between us. I didn't even realize how close we were until I felt myself leaning in--until my lips brushed against his in a soft, hesitant kiss.
It was barely a touch at first, just the lightest press of my lips against his, but the moment our skin met, a spark shot through me. My breath hitched. Mikael was warm, solid, his lips softer than I expected. I lingered there, just a second too long, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then I pulled back, my stomach twisting in knots.
"Shit--Mikael, I'm sorry," I blurted, stepping back quickly, my pulse racing. "I didn't mean--I shouldn't have--"
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Mikael said, his voice calm but laced with something unreadable.
"No, I--fuck, I wasn't thinking," I stammered, shaking my head. "I shouldn't have done that. I don't know why I--"
"Dan," he interrupted, stepping toward me. His hands found my shoulders, grounding me. "It's okay."
I squeezed my eyes shut, my breathing unsteady. "No, it's not. I just--Mikael, I didn't mean to make things weird between us. I swear, I--"
"Dan," he said again, firmer this time, his grip tightening. "Stop. Look at me."
I forced myself to meet his gaze. His expression wasn't angry or disgusted. He didn't look like he wanted to shove me away. Instead, there was something softer there, something almost... understanding.
"I'm not shocked that you kissed me," Mikael said slowly, his voice even. "I'm shocked that it happened all of a sudden. I'll be honest i wasn't expecting this."
I frowned, confused. "What--?"
He exhaled, his hands sliding down my arms. "Ever since college, I had a huge crush on you. The way you cared for me, the way you always looked out for me... I always had a feeling you were into guys, but I never knew for sure. So I never said anything. And after all these years, you kissing me is like..."
He trailed off, his eyes flickering over my face as if searching for the right words. "I thought what we had was just a brotherly bond. That's what I kept telling myself, anyway. I didn't want to risk losing that--I couldn't. But, Dan, I cared about you in a way that never felt just friendly. I found you so damn cute, and it drove me crazy how much I wanted to be near you. All I ever wanted to do was kiss you, to pull you in and just... have you. But I held back because I was scared. Scared of ruining what we had, scared that maybe I was wrong about what you wanted. So I kept it to myself, all this time. And now, after all these years, you kissing me is like... finally breathing after holding it in for so long."
I didn't let him finish. I kissed him again, deeper this time, and this time, Mikael kissed me back. His hands slid up my sides, pulling me closer. I gasped into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair.
Before I knew it, I was straddling his lap, his hands firm on my waist.
And this time, there were no words--just the feeling of finally, finally having what I had always wanted.
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Mikael's hands roamed my back, gripping me tighter like he couldn't bear to let go. Our mouths moved together, hungry and deep, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that sent heat pooling low in my stomach. His fingers dug into my hips, grinding me down against him, making me gasp into the kiss.
"Fuck," he murmured against my lips, his breath warm and ragged. "You feel so good."
I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. "Mikael," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. "You have the most incredible body. I've always thought so. I mean... Jesus, you're fucking unreal."
He smirked, his hands slipping under my shirt, thumbs tracing along my ribs. "You never told me you liked what you saw."
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. "I never thought a guy like you--someone so damn fit, so fucking perfect--would be into me. Let alone be my friend."
Mikael's eyes darkened, his fingers working my shirt up over my head. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. How many times I held myself back."
His lips found my throat, kissing, leaving heat in their wake. His hands moved lower, gripping my ass, pressing me down against the growing hardness between us. The friction made me shudder, my breath catching.
I let my hands roam, slipping beneath his shirt, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath my fingertips. I'd admired him from afar for so long, but now? Now I could finally touch. I dragged my nails down his abs, and he exhaled sharply, his control slipping.
"Fuck it," he growled before yanking his shirt off and tossing it aside.
My breath hitched. "Mikael, you're--fuck. You're perfect."
He chuckled, his hands sliding down my back. "This? This is yours to touch, Dan."
I exhaled shakily, running my hands over his chest, tracing the definition, feeling the strength beneath his skin. My lips followed, kissing down his collarbone, over his pecs, my tongue flicking over a nipple. He cursed under his breath, his hands tightening on my waist.
"I've been dreaming about this," I admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
"Then stop dreaming," Mikael murmured, voice thick with heat. "I'm right here."
The heat between us was unbearable. Every touch, every kiss, every grinding motion built the tension higher, making it impossible to hold back.
I rocked against him, feeling the rigid press of him through his jeans, and he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter, guiding me.
"Fuck, Dan," he growled, tilting his head back, exposing his throat. I leaned in, licking the skin there, reveling in the way he shuddered beneath me.
"I need you," I breathed against his skin.
"Then take me," he said, voice thick with desire.
His words sent a shiver down my spine. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing--only want, raw and overwhelming. My fingers traced down his abs, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath my touch. He was solid, strong, and entirely mine in this moment. My lips followed the path of my hands, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his skin, tasting the faint salt of his sweat, breathing in the scent of him--earthy, masculine, intoxicating.
Mikael let out a low groan, his hands sliding down my back, gripping my waist as I slowly ground against him. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against me, hot and insistent even through the layers of fabric between us. "Fuck, Dan," he murmured, tilting his head back, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Your ass feels amazing grinding against my cock"
I smirked, lips brushing against his collarbone. "I bet you taste good, Mikael"
His grip tightened before he suddenly stood, taking me with him for a moment before he eased me down to my knees. His thumb brushed over my cheek, his gaze dark and hooded. "My love, get on your knees."
A slow smirk spread across his lips as he palmed the thick bulge in his jeans. "The actual lunch is right here... and it's all yours."
Heat pooled low in my stomach, my breath catching as I watched him slowly unbutton his jeans. My eyes stayed locked on his hands, the way his fingers worked the zipper down with deliberate precision, teasing, drawing out the moment. He knew exactly what he was doing--making me wait, making me ache for it.
"Mikael, I've waited years for this. Stop teasing me."
The denim slid down his thighs, revealing tight, dark trunks that hugged his body perfectly. My mouth watered at the sight, the thick outline pressing insistently against the fabric, a small damp patch where his arousal had already seeped through. My fingers itched to touch, to trace the shape of him, to feel his heat in my palm.
Mikael stepped forward, cupping my chin between his fingers, tilting my gaze up to meet his. "On your knees, my love."
A shiver ran down my spine. I obeyed, sinking down in front of him, my hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the tense muscles beneath my touch. He was watching me, his eyes hooded, dark with desire.
I pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the bulge in his trunks, inhaling the scent of him--clean, musky, intoxicating. He exhaled sharply, his fingers threading through my hair, guiding me closer. I nuzzled against him, my tongue flicking out to taste the wet spot through the fabric, savoring the way his grip tightened.
"Fuck, Dan..." he murmured, his voice strained.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his trunks and slowly dragged them down, freeing him completely. His cock sprang forward, thick and flushed, precum glistening at the tip. My breath hitched. He was beautiful--everything I had imagined and more.
I glanced up, meeting his gaze. "I've been dreaming about this."
His thumb brushed over my cheek, his expression softening for a moment before his hunger took over. "Then stop dreaming and taste me."
I didn't need to be told twice. I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling the heat of him in my palm before leaning in, flicking my tongue over the head, collecting the salty bead of precum. Mikael groaned, his hips twitching forward.
I smirked, trailing my tongue along the underside of his length before taking him into my mouth, inch by inch, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. His fingers tightened in my hair as I hollowed my cheeks, blowing him deeper, my lips stretching around him.
"Shit, baby... just like that," he gritted out, his head falling back.
Encouraged, I bobbed my head, setting a slow, torturous pace. My free hand moved to his thigh, gripping, feeling the way his muscles tensed with every movement. I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the tip before sinking down again, taking him deeper, letting the head brush the back of my throat.
His grip in my hair tightened, his hips thrusting slightly. "God, Dan... your mouth feels so fucking good."
I hummed around him, letting the vibrations send a shiver through his body. I could feel him pulsing against my tongue, his breathing growing ragged, his control slipping. I loved this--having him like this, unraveling beneath me.
I pulled off with a wet pop, my lips swollen, a string of saliva connecting my mouth to his cock. I licked my lips, looking up at him. "You taste amazing."
He let out a shaky breath, his eyes burning with need. "You're going to be the death of me."
I grinned before taking him back into my mouth, this time faster, wetter, my hand stroking the base in tandem with my movements. Mikael groaned, his fingers guiding me, his thighs trembling slightly.
Before he could fully recover, he pulled me up, crashing his lips against mine. The kiss was deep, heated, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting himself on me. His hands gripped my waist as he murmured against my lips, "Get up."
I barely had time to catch my breath before he scooped me up effortlessly, lifting me into his arms. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, and I could feel the strength in his hold, the raw power of him as he carried me toward the bed. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent, pressing soft kisses along his jawline as he lowered me onto the mattress with care.
A slow smirk curved his lips before he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead, then my cheek, then the sensitive spot just below my ear. His fingers trailed down my sides, sending shivers through me as he slowly turned me over, his palms mapping the contours of my body, exploring, worshiping.
His breath was warm against my shoulder as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Dan. Do you know that?"
I swallowed hard, gripping the sheets beneath me. "Only when you say it."
He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades, his hands continuing their slow, deliberate journey. Every touch sent sparks dancing along my skin, a delicious ache building deep within me. The anticipation, the weight of his presence behind me--it was almost too much.
"I've wanted this for so long," Mikael admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea."
" I really wanna fuck you Dan."
I turned over, catching his gaze. "Then fuck me."
His hands tightened on my hips, and I could feel his cock inside me. He took his time, savoring every moment, making sure I felt every inch of his cock in the way he fucked me. It wasn't just hunger--it was something deeper, something that had been waiting to surface for years.
Mikael exhaled shakily, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I really love you, Dan."
His words sent a shiver through me, my whole body attuned to his presence. His hands roamed over my skin, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every inch of my hole. I melted under his touch, pressing my ass back into his cock, opening up my hole more, desperate for more.
He guided me with a firm grip, his body molding against mine in a way that felt natural--like this was always meant to happen. His breath was hot against my neck, his lips tracing over my skin in reverence, worship.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, voice thick with longing. "Your ass feels heavenly".
I could barely form a response, too lost in the moment, too wrapped up in the sensation of Mikael surrounding me, grounding me. His hands traced my waist, holding me close as he fucked me, slow at first, deliberate. Each shift of his body against mine sent a ripple of pleasure through me, his warmth, his strength consuming me.
I turned my head, barely catching his lips in a messy, heated kiss, our breaths mingling, our movements syncing as he deepened the connection between us. It was raw, overwhelming, like everything we'd ever held back was pouring into this moment, this rhythm, this unspoken need.
Mikael's hands tightened on my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin as he moved with purpose, his control unraveling. My name left his lips like a prayer, breathless and desperate.
I gasped, my fingers twisting in the sheets, lost in him, in us.
His lips found my shoulder again, pressing kisses between his ragged breaths. "Dan... you're everything."
I felt it--the truth in his words, the depth of it, the years of unspoken desire finally given life.
I felt him tremble against me, his arms tightening, his lips pressing against my shoulder as he thrusted me one final time.
Mikael moaned loudly as he squirted a load in my hole. "Jesus Christ, Dan. That... was.. fucking good.". I could feel the cum dripping through my hole as Mikael took his cock out. He turned me over and had me lay on him. The perfect cuddle position.
He wrapped me in his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of my neck. "I don't ever want to let you go."
I turned in his hold, meeting his gaze, my chest still heaving. "Then don't."
Mikael smiled, pressing his forehead to mine, his fingers tracing soothing circles against my skin. "I love you, Dan."
The words settled over me like warmth, like home.
I smiled, brushing my lips over his. "I love you too."
And this time, when he kissed me, it wasn't just about need--it was about something far greater.
Something we were never going to let go of again.
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Comments
Abhishek
This is one of my older stories where the focus was more on romance and plot instead on the sex.
LovingLife
Amazing!
HP
So HOT !!! IMHO, would've been hotter if there were more stats like height, weight, cocks, ... For instance, "... before taking him into my mouth, inch by inch", how many inches? Still HOT AF though 🥵
