"Your opinion is the last thing I care to hear!" he screamed. "And nobody asked you anyway!"

A frosty silence fell between us.

Hurt and angry I rolled over, turning my back to him.

Abruptly he scrambled out of his sheet and leapt on me. He straddled me, grabbed me by the wrists and pinned me down. I could only feel the cold ground under my back and his weight on top of me; it took my mind a few seconds to register what was going on.

I couldn’t believe it had come to this. We were actually fighting. I mean, we’d argued on a daily basis throughout the four years of our friendship, but things had never turned physical before.

I struggled in earnest to get out from under him. Logically I knew I was stronger than him, and yet at that moment I couldn’t free myself from his grip.
Finally I gave up.

The light had all but gone, but when I looked up at his face I saw that he wasn’t angry at me anymore.

Lying there beneath him, my quick breaths white against the cold darkness, it dawned on me that this was a different kind of struggle.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, and the sincerity in his voice touched me.

“It’s ok,” I replied shakily.

“No… no, it’s not ok. I shouldn’t talk to you like that…I...” his voice broke off. He gazed down at me tenderly.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispered.

Shocked and overwhelmed by my friend’s words, I simply stared back at him in wonder. My chest rose and fell as I attempted to slow my breathing. He loosened his grip but remained on top of me. The warmth generated by our naked bodies was pleasant and I felt a renewed stirring inside me. It was a strange feeling. Surreal but at the same time so natural. A comfortable heat spread through my body, rushed to my head, made my cheeks flush and my cock swell. Every erogenous zone on my body was ablaze.

When Erich’s mouth came down upon mine I hungrily accepted his kiss. We devoured one another like it was the last night on Earth; in such a way as can only two people who have long yearned for it.

Finally he broke away to come up for air. His eyes travelled over my face and he smiled.

“I love you,” he repeated almost inaudibly, trembling with cold or emotion. I couldn’t find my voice to answer him. The pounding of my heart hammered in my ears.

Still astride me, he shifted his position slightly. Relinquishing his hold, he ran a hand down his body, ghostlike in the pale moonlight. I could not see what he was doing, but I knew he had taken hold of his cock. Leaning over me, he supported himself with his left hand. His eyes still locked onto mine, he penetrated me unceremoniously.

“Christ! For fuck’s sake...!” I exclaimed with an agonised gasp of surprise. I instinctively struggled against him in discomfort, and yet I didn’t want him to stop.
And he did not.

He withdrew and entered me again, taking obvious pleasure in the way it felt. I squirmed in pain but he wrapped his hands tightly around my wrists, holding me down as he repeated the motions over and over again. It hurt so badly each time he pulled out, a sensation immediately followed by