How Deep the Bonds Pt. 01

Hello! Welcome to all my new followers! I'm simply delighted that you're here. This story is the start of a five part series. It sounds very angsty but I swear it's not. It does get a little emotional later on, but this one is pretty light. I do hope you'll enjoy it! All characters involved in sexual situations are 18+. All characters are my original creations. Enjoy!

Yasmine & Cyrus

Late Summer 2010

Yasmine stood at the back door of the bar, glancing outside every couple of minutes. She turned her wrist and looked at her watch. It was 3:10am. She sighed deeply and poked her head out the back door once again. Her girlfriend, Max, was 15 minutes late picking her up. Yasmine had confirmed with her three times this week, and twice today to make sure she would come get her.

Closing shifts were Yasmine's least favorite. It required so much extra work and kept her up much later than she preferred but she couldn't argue with the tips. Generally, her boss honored her requests for earlier shifts when school was in session, but during her breaks she found herself scheduled on closing shifts more and more often. That's what she got for doing such a good job.

She peeked out the door again, looking for Max, just as her phone started to buzz in her pocket. She jumped a little at the vibration and let the back door latch closed. Yasmine flipped her phone open quickly after seeing Max's studio number on the screen.

"Hey baby," Max said. "I'm really in the zone right now. I can't pick you up."

"Max, come on," Yasmine sighed. "You know I hate walking home alone at this hour. Can't you put a pause on it." Max made an offended huffing noise.

"I can't pause art Yasmine. The fact that you would even ask me to, is outrageous," Max said.

"I reminded you three times this week. I confirmed twice this morning! I asked you to do this one fucking thing Max," Yasmine said, rubbing a hand over her forehead.

"Call Cyrus or Darius. They're always on call for you," Max said acidly. Yasmine sighed audibly and rolled her eyes. She was so sick of having this conversation with Max, who was so clearly threatened by the presence of her two closest friends. She could not understand why Max had to make everything so goddamn exhausting.

"I am not having this conversation with you again Max," Yasmine said pinching the bridge of her nose. "We've been together for a year now! I'm clearly committed to you!"

"I might be less insecure if you were actually a lesbian," Max muttered.

"Again, with this? I never pretended to be anything I wasn't Max!" Yasmine said roughly. "Do not act as if I misrepresented myself. If anyone did, it's you! If you don't like bisexuals, if you don't like women who have friends that are men, then why the fuck are you even with me huh?"

Yasmine's exasperation had gotten the best of her, and she shouted the words before she truly thought about them or the effect they might have. They were true words that had been spiraling in her brain for the last several months as Max began to show just how self-centered and self-involved she was. But she hadn't meant to shout, she hadn't meant it to sound like an ultimatum or an ending. But it certainly had taken on that tone.

There was a pregnant pause as Max processed Yasmine's words.

"Max -- " Yasmine began, but she was abruptly cut off.

"You're right Yasmine. You always have to be fucking right. We just shouldn't do this anymore. Your expectations of me are out of control," Max said.

"Max you can't be ser --" Again Yasmine was cut off.

"I have to be fucking perfect for you all the time! You expect me to just drop what I'm doing and come at your beck and call even if I'm in the middle of something huge, something groundbreaking. You expect me to be cool with the fact that you live with two dudes, who you swear up and down you've never fucked but be real Yasmine. You expect me to be this perfect girlfriend when you're nothing but a gorgeous slut," Max spat.

"Max!" Yasmine exclaimed.

Her eyes were pooled with tears. Yasmine wished she could be surprised by Max's outburst, but truth be told, she wasn't surprised at all. Max had had spirals like this before, usually after a night of heavy drinking. Yasmine had been called a bisexual slut, a whore, just a straight girl experimenting. Max had insisted before that her expectations were preposterous, when truly all Yasmine expected from Max was to be loved, accepted, and trusted. Even though she had heard all this vitriol and hate from her girlfriend in the past, it still stung.

"Whatever Yasmine, I can't handle you anymore. You're just way too high maintenance, like it's bordering on abusive." Max's voice was laced with a profoundly sad tone. "I really hope you get some help."

There was a small click as Max hung up. Yasmine took her phone from her ear and stared down at it.

"What the fuck?!" she shouted.

She pulled up her contacts and called Cyrus.

~~

An hour later Cyrus and Yasmine sat in their shared living room, wearing their comfy, soft clothes, eating ice cream from a carton. Two empty bottles of wine and a mostly full bottle of whiskey sat on the coffee table in front of them. Yasmine lay back on the couch and tossed her spoon towards the bottles. Cyrus was sitting next to her, his legs curled up under him.

She had told him everything, truthfully, for the first time. She had been doing her best to hide how bad things had gotten with Max from her two roommates. Mostly she was embarrassed by how badly her girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend, had been treating her.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised," Cyrus said quietly. He scooped out a generous amount of ice cream on his spoon and set the carton to side of the bottles. "She gave me weird vibes, like she had to work really hard to like us."

"Us..." Yasmine said blearily, watching Cyrus lick the melty ice cream off his spoon before it dripped on him.

"Darius and me, she just seemed to dislike us right away," Cyrus said as he shoved his now empty spoon into the remaining ice cream in the carton.

"Yeah, that's because she didn't like you guys," Yasmine said as she stifled a burp putting a hand to her mouth. "Ugh, I think the whiskey was a mistake."

"After two bottles of wine, most definitely," Cyrus agreed, his head spinning a tad.

"How could she be so short sighted? So much of what she was saying about me, was really about her," Yasmine said.

Cyrus shrugged and rested his head on the back of the couch.

"Some people really have no self-awareness. They just see their shitty flaws in everyone else," Cyrus slurred.

"I'm just mad I didn't break up with her. It was right there, so close and she beat me to it," Yasmine said. "I should have been the one to break it off."

Yasmine sighed deeply, closing her eyes, which she opened quickly as the world began to spin out from under her.

"Don't worry, karma is a thing. She'll get hers," Cyrus said.

He reached forward and brushed his hand down her arm. The touch of her friend still cold from holding the ice cream carton, brought goosebumps rising after his trailing hand. Yasmine sighed again and gripped Cyrus' hand.

"What about you, how was your night? You went out with that guy, right?" Yasmine asked.

Cyrus scoffed and his cheeks went red. He twined his fingers with hers to warm them.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

"Well," Yasmine prodded kindly, jostling his hand a little. "Spill."

Cyrus' cheeks blazed a bit brighter. He had come out as bisexual a few months ago and had just started dating guys. Yasmine tried to walk that fine line of supportive fellow bi person and being too nosy. Although she did want to hear all the hot details.

"It was fine. He was nice, until he shoved his cock in my face," Cyrus said.

"Isn't that sort of what you signed up for? You said you wanted a cock in your mouth so..." Yasmine said stifling another burp.

"Well yeah, I guess I did say that," Cyrus said.

"Was he ugly? Or you weren't interested or..." Yasmine prompted, waving a hand in front of her.

"It's not that. He was hot. I just... I told him I was like, newly out and that I was nervous. I said I wanted to take stuff slow. But I guess he took that as he had to make the first move or whatever. It... didn't end well," Cyrus finished, scraping his free hand over his face.

"Cy... I'm sorry hon," Yasmine said, pausing. Then a terrible thought occurred to her alcohol addled brain. "Cyrus. Did he... like did he take advantage of you?"

"God, no!" Cyrus said quickly, taking his hand back from hers. "I'd be a fucking mess. No, I just sort of flipped out and he got confused, then mad, then rude, so..."

"Did he get violent with you Cy?" Yasmine asked.

"No, he just yelled at me. Called me a cock tease. I guess I won't be seeing him again."

"Well, it's his loss!" Yasmine said.

Cyrus shrugged, and much like Yasmine had earlier, sighed deeply.

"Like, what's wrong with me? I want to suck dick, so why couldn't I just do it? It's not like I've never had genitals in my mouth before," Cyrus said.

Yasmine burst out laughing, holding her stomach as she did.

"Cy, you're killing me here, what a thing to say!" Yasmine said, still laughing.

Cyrus joined in as she wiped tears from her eyes.

"What? I'm serious, it's not funny!" Cyrus said, still laughing. "It's not like I've never had sex before, but someone shoves a dick in my face, after I ask for it, and I freak out?!" Cyrus continued.

Yasmine screamed with laughter, rolling to her back.

"You... you... you want it so bad, it was right there," Yasmine sputtered between heaving laughs. "Hot guy's cock in your face and you flip out!"

"I know! Stop... stop laughing it's not funny," Cyrus sputtered back trying to get serious again.

He crawled over to where Yasmine lay, climbing on top of her as they laughed together eyes streaming. He shushed her loudly, which caused them to fall into more gales of laughter. He was fully on top of her now, hovering over her, gripping one shoulder in his hand, the other at his lips shushing her theatrically.

"It's not funny," Yasmine said with mock sincerity, her face still bright with laughter, eyes streaming.

She looked up at Cyrus hovering over her, a huge smile on his lips, dark chocolate eyes sparkling with mirth staring into hers. Suddenly, she lunged upwards and pulled Cyrus by his shirt into a rough kiss. Flavors of vanilla, whiskey, and red wine exploded onto her tongue as she plunged it into his mouth. His surprise was obvious; however, he didn't push her away but pulled her closer to him.

They kissed frantically for several minutes, their tongues twisting together and apart, exploring each other's mouths, panting breaths, and sharing air. Their heads turned and Cyrus cupped her face with both hands as he drove his tongue forward again wrapping hers with his own. He moaned and rolled his hips forward against her leg. Yasmine panted and moaned in reply then suddenly pulled away slightly glancing towards the hallway.

"Darius?" she asked.

"Ou-out. Went to his girlfriend's place -- " Cyrus began.

"Perfect," Yasmine said and slammed against Cyrus' amazing mouth again.

The man was a stellar kisser; Yasmine had no doubt he knew how to use it other places as well. The thought sent a burst of warm moisture blooming between her legs and she rubbed against him. Cyrus gasped and pressed his stiffening cock back against Yasmine causing a moan to work its way up her throat. He pulled back quickly and stared at Yasmine again. Her eyes were hungry and desperate.

"Cy," she whispered.

Placing two hands on the top of his head she pushed him down. He got the message immediately and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants. He slid them off easily, followed by her panties.

For a moment his face hovered at her pussy, breathing in the sweet smell of her arousal. Then he pressed his tongue flat against it dragging it upward. A small moan of approval squeaked out of Yasmine as he did it a second time. Using two fingers he parted her labia and dragged his tongue between them, circling her clit with the tip.

"Oh, Cyrus, god," Yasmine groaned.

Her fingernails scraped pleasantly through his soft dark hair causing him to groan a little as he worked his tongue up and down her pussy slowly. He put his mouth over her clit sucking it briefly causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through her. Another moan crept out her mouth and her fingers began to stroke through his hair. He brought his mouth back up to her clit, flicking it and sucking it as he slid a finger into her hot wet entrance.

"Ohh, haa, yeah," Yasmine groaned. "Make me cum."

Cyrus moaned at her instruction, continuing his ministrations as he thrust his hard cock against the couch cushion. His fingers plunged in and out of her slowly at first, then began to build up speed. He slipped a second and third finger inside as her moans turned to cries. Her silken walls squeezed powerfully as her orgasm overtook her, her thighs shaking and pressing around his ears, back arching slightly as her fingernails dragged pleasantly over his scalp.

"Ohhh," Yasmine whispered as her orgasm began to ebb away slowly.

Cyrus trailed kisses up her stomach and planted his mouth on hers again kissing her urgently. He rolled his steely erection against her pussy with a moan. She continued kissing him for a moment as his hips continued to roll. He noticed her lack of enthusiasm and reluctantly stopped rubbing his twitching cock against her.

"Hey, are you OK?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, yeah! I just... I think I need the bathroom," she said, her cheeks red.

"Alright," Cyrus said pushing off her, back to a seated position on the couch.

She stood quickly and hustled off to the hall bathroom. Cyrus sat awkwardly on the couch, his erection straining in his sweatpants. Yasmine came out of the bathroom, grabbing her pajama pants as she approached the couch. Cyrus went to reach for her again, but she pulled the pants back on with a light laugh.

"I'm really tired," she said quickly. "I think I'm going to head to bed. See you in the morning!"

Yasmine kissed him lightly on the forehead, then tottered down the hall to her bedroom closing the door with finality. Cyrus looked around the living room perplexed, then down to his raging erection.

"What the fuck?" he mumbled then headed down the hall to his own bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed and rubbed his eyes. He didn't understand what the fuck had just happened. He could still taste Yasmine on his lips and his cock twitched at the thought.

"Was I that bad?" Cyrus grumbled, thinking back over partners past and their shining reviews of his talents.

He shook his head, sighed, and pulled a bottle of lube from his nightstand. He squirted some into his hand as he shuffled off his sweatpants. He got on his knees on his bed and rubbed his hands together spreading the lube generously over his fingers and palms.

With one hand he gripped his hard, twitching cock and with the other, he rubbed over his ass crack, circling his hole.

"Ah, fuck," he groaned.

His cock was nearly ready to blow; it truly wouldn't have taken much effort on Yasmine's part to get him off. He gritted his teeth, pushing the rejection out of his mind, trying to think sexy thoughts so he could get off and go to sleep. He thought of the guy from earlier, at the start of their date when he had been nice.

"Mmm, yeah," Cyrus moaned.

His handsome face flashed through his mind. Cyrus thought of how it would have gone, if the guy hadn't just unceremoniously whipped out his dick. If he had been thoughtful, if he had gently introduced Cyrus to his cock, what would that have been like?

Cyrus' cock throbbed out precum from his purpling head as he imagined taking it gently and slowly into his mouth. He groaned closing his eyes, as his hand worked slickly up and down his cock, and his finger worked around his hole.

He licked his lips and tasted Yasmine again and his cock pulsed once more. Cyrus' mouth dropped open and his hand picked up speed, stroking hard and fast. He licked his lips again and although the taste was almost gone there was enough there, his hips bucked forward. His mind reeled through sucking dick, eating Yasmine's pussy, and the taste on his lips.

His cock spurted so suddenly he was almost surprised by it. He involuntarily cried out loud enough that Yasmine had surely heard him, but he couldn't stop himself. He cried out and moaned continuously as his cock burst, it splattered over his bedspread, and he didn't even care, just continued to stroke himself as he continued to cum.

"Oh god, fuck, god, uh, uh," Cyrus groaned his hips thrusting, cock pulsing.

Finally, his hands flopped to his sides and fell back sitting on his ass. He panted as his softening dick leaked onto his sheets. He lay back and passed out.

~~

The buzz of the end of a wash cycle woke Yasmine up. There was a clattering in the hallway as Cyrus switched things from the washer to the dryer, then the low hum of the drying cycle. As she woke more fully, she could hear Cyrus in the kitchen. He must have been cleaning up their mess from last night. Last night. God, she had made some questionable choices last night.

What had possessed her to suddenly kiss Cyrus and then demand oral sex from him she would never know. She could blame the alcohol, the breakup, the sad pathetic look on Cyrus' face when he spoke about his own bad date. It was probably a combination of all of that, along with simply making poor decisions. She remembered hearing him noisily masturbating after she had run off to her room and recalled the stab of guilt she'd felt.

She stared over at her bedside clock, knowing she should get up soon. She did not want to have the impending conversation while Darius was home. Cyrus and Darius shared a bedroom so if she didn't nip this in the bud now, she knew there would be talk. Those two boys gossiped more than she did. With a sigh she hefted herself out of bed, ignoring the pounding behind her eyes.

After pulling on a hoodie, she made her way to the little kitchen where Cyrus was rinsing out the wine bottles from the night before.

"Uh, hey," Yasmine said.

Cyrus glanced over, his cheeks pinking slightly.

"Hey," he said.

"So... about last night," she said.

Cyrus put the wine bottle he was rinsing on the counter and shut off the water. He dried his hands on a nearby towel then leaned against the sink.

"Yeah," he said.

"I don't know how you're feeling about it," Yasmine said slowly.

Cyrus waited for her to say more. When she didn't, he sighed.

"Well, no you wouldn't because you bolted out of here so fast after you came," Cyrus said.

"I did," Yasmine admitted. "I... I don't know what to say Cy. I don't know why I did that. I guess I was feeling vulnerable, sad, and then we got drunk. I feel really safe with you, and I felt bad that your night had gone poorly."

She put her hands out as if in surrender.

"OK," Cyrus said. "I mean... that all makes sense."

"Yeah?" Yasmine asked.

"Kind of," Cyrus said. "I was a little annoyed that you left me to take care of myself. Selfish." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah... I just... I guess there was that thing that happens. What do you call it 'post nut clarity' and my brain was like 'That's Cyrus, what did you just do?' and I kind of freaked," Yasmine said.

Cyrus sighed again.

"Yeah, I guess..." he said. "It's just..."

"What?" Yasmine asked.

"Was I bad? You left so fast, it made me think... well, maybe I suck at giving head?" Cyrus asked.

"Sheesh, no Cy!" Yasmine said, her cheeks blazing. "Which makes it kind of worse cause you were really good. Like really, really good. I wasn't faking at all."

"Oh," he said dropping his eyes with a small smile. "OK."

"It makes it worse because I enjoyed it a lot. But, Cy, I don't think of you like that. I can't really explain myself outside of I made a stupid decision and fuck... I hope I didn't ruin our friendship. But that's all we can be is friends," Yasmine said.

Cyrus brought his eyes back up and studied her flushed face. Her were eyes sincere, slightly panicked at the thought of losing him, of ruining everything. He smiled slowly.

"It's... I mean it's fine, Yasmine. We've been friends for way too long to let one session of oral sex to ruin everything. I'm glad you told me," he said.

Yasmine's shoulders dropped and she let out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Her features softened and a small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah," Cyrus said with a shrug. "I mean I just came out a few months ago, I haven't even had a boyfriend yet. Would hate to miss out on that before I get tied down huh?"

He smiled and laughed a little.

"Yeah, yeah, OK," Yasmine said. "Did you get everything from the living room?"

Cyrus smirked a little.

"Not everything. I got most of it, but left you one thing to clean up," Cyrus said with sharp laugh.

"Oh, that's sweet! You didn't have to clean up everything," Yasmine said wondering what was so funny.

On the coffee table sat the ice cream carton they had left out. Evidently the carton had not been in peak condition as it sat in a huge sticky puddle of melted ice cream. It had flowed off the coffee table and onto the carpet with a small dripping sound.

"Cyrus! Are you serious right now?" Yasmine yelled.

Cyrus cackled from the kitchen.

Thank you so very much for reading! I hope you had fun with this one. See you next week! xoxo, JS