Drive after him

James sprinted back inside, grabbing his own keys, before getting back outside and into his car. With his costly delay having to get his own keys, he feared Pete had gotten away. To his luck, roadworks at the nearby intersection meant drivers could only go one way. Within no time, James saw Pete's car several cars in front of him.

"What has gotten into him?"

James finally got time to think in the isolation of his own car. Pete had been his best friend for basically all his life. He had grown up with Pete and the two of them were inseparable. So what had happened in one moment to make him go from stressed about his wedding to his hand down another guy's pants? James loved Pete, he really did, but in the step between platonic and romantic. They were more than friends, but wouldn't fuck each other. Not before anyways.

"What the fuck happened?" James said aloud, banging his head against the wheel.

He was now right behind Pete's car, following him towards the church. He thought Pete would go to Annie's parent's place, where his bride was, but that was in the other direction. James tried tooting at Pete, but the other man kept driving.

"Pull over, dammit!" James yelled, knowing full well no one could hear him.

James tried to go over the events that had just happened. Pete was pacing, he tried to fix his collar, Pete kissed him. It didn't make sense. James' mind was stuck thinking about Pete's lips, though. They seemed to capture his perfectly. They tasted of whatever lip balm he'd been wearing. He had a slight crack on the bottom one. Probably why he was wearing the lip balm. Wait, stop! He shouldn't be admiring Pete's lips, he should've pushed him off and told him to get his head out of his arse! His peachy arse. Pete wasn't as hairy as James, so it probably did feel like a peach. He'd slapped it enough to know that it jiggled. He wondered how much it would jiggle with his cock thrusting in and-

"Stop!" James yelled at himself.

As if on cue, Pete's car slowed to a halt, turning into the church carpark. James followed suit. He needed to stop Pete, though his throbbing erection wanted to do other things to Pete.