What happens in Vegas_(2)

Jon and I were best friends all through our youth. Inseparable.
But times change. After university we made new lives in different cities. We both had long-term girlfriends and busy schedules so didn’t talk much or even email.
We’d still see each other at holidays though, when we visited our folks in the old home town.
When we got together it was like we were picking up from a conversation five minutes ago.
He called one day a few months ago to tell me he was getting married and ask if I’d be his best man.
Well sure. I’d be pissed if he asked anyone else. He told me what he wanted to do for a stag do: Weekend in Vegas, Baby!
Great, that would be a blast. I wanted to know who to invite, but Jon didn’t have any names.
“Truth is Pete, I don’t really have friends here. Most of my work colleagues are hard-right redneck racist yahoos.”
“Well, Texas.”
“I know. I’m already looking to get out of here. Maybe out your way.”
“Well, I’d be glad of that, if it ever happens. So what about some guys from back home?”
“Naaah I didn’t keep in touch. There were some friends in college. I’ll send you a list.”
I mailed the guys on Jon’s list but everyone was busy or broke and couldn’t make a trip to Nevada.
When I told Jon he was OK with it.
“Just us two, then. Like the good old days. We’ll have a great time.”
I figured since it was just us two now, I could pay for the whole trip if we shared a room.
I booked The Wynn. A high room overlooking their ridiculously overpriced golf course.
I got there first and got us checked in. At the desk the guy upgraded us, which was nice.
I got squared away and called Jon to tell him what room we were in.
His flight was delayed a couple of hours so I figured I could go down and play some cards.
In the end I just hit a bar. I was people-watching and getting a little buzz on.
A couple of girls, Marti and Susan, were at the table next to me and we got to talking.
They were on a stag weekend as well. As with me and Jon, all their friends had flaked on them.
They’d just come back from some Chippendale’s type of place and they weren’t into it.
“You don’t like big, ripped naked guys?”
Marti said “Not always… ” she winked and Susan blushed.
I thought I could see the dynamic. Marti was working on seducing the bride-to-be before she got married. Susan was curious but shy.
My phone rang. Jon was in the lobby. I told him where we were and ordered him a drink. Got another for me and the two girls while I was at it.
He showed up and we hugged a greeting. Very pleased to see each other.
I’d told the girls why we were there and how Jon and I were best friends since forever so it was no surprise we wouldn’t just shake hands.
Marti still said it was nice to see guys not ashamed to show affection for each other.
“Like us two….” she said, and gave Susan a big hug. Susan went along with it – quite stiffly, I thought. When Marti gave her a peck on the cheek Susan blushed again.
Jon arched his eyebrows at me and I shrugged and grinned. We seemed to be watching a lesbian seduction.
We chatted for a while, and finished the drinks. Jon wanted to get up to his room and clean up after his extended flight.
Marti said “we might as well leave, too” took Susan’s hand in hers and dragged her out of her seat. “Come on Susan!” she said, brightly.
Susan sheepishly rose. Letting herself be led to the elevator bank.
Jon and I followed.
“I think Marti’s going to try it on with her, don’t you?” he whispered. “Give her a little of that sapphic pleasuring…”
Maybe a little too loudly. Marti turned to him and winked. “Pleasuring…. that’s what friends are for.”
Wow. Susan was clearly embarrassed. “Martiiiiii…. shhh.”
“Sorry sweetie, they’re cool though. Right guys?”
“Go for it.” “Totally” we said, simultaneously.
The elevator came. I pressed for our floor. Marti was on the same one.
We got on. Just the four of us.
When the doors closed Marti grabbed Susan and stage-whispered “I’m going to make you feel good, little girl.”
Her hands went up to Susan’s cheeks, holding her there and she kissed her friend on the mouth. Hard and deep.
They broke off and Marti smiled. We two were excited to be seeing it unfolding.
“Come on you two. What about a little show of affection?”
I was just a little buzzed. Jon was too. We looked at each other for a second, Jon gave me a ‘why not?’ kind of look.
I leaned in… our lips met… I was kissing my best friend.
Just for a gag, but even so… I was about to break off when Jon’s hand went to the back of my neck and he held me there.
Then his other hand was on my ass… pulling me tight against him. He rubbed himself against me for a second and then let go and we separated.
“How was that?” he asked the girls.
“Wild!” was Marti’s response.
Susan just said “that was hot” in a quiet voice. Her hand found Marti’s.
I thought we’d helped Marti in her seduction.
The elevator arrived at our high floor and we found that we were staying in rooms that were facing each other across the hall.
“Well, if we don’t see you again, have a great weekend.” I told them as we entered our room.

We got inside and I turned right on Jon…
“What the fuck was that?”
“What?”
“In the elevator.”
“Just a kiss, like they’d let us see them. It was only fair.”
“But it wasn’t just a quick, peck, buddy!”
“So. You’re my best friend in the world. What’s the harm.”
“None I guess… did you do stuff like that at college?”
“Fuck no. Never.”
“Nor me.”
“But. Well. I’ve thought about it sometimes.”
“I bet everybody thinks about it.”
We just smiled. It was cool.
Jon started unpacking his case and then said he’d have a quick turnaround in the shower and we could go out to eat.
I hadn’t really planned any events, we were just going to play it by ear.
As I sat listening to Jon showering, I started thinking about that kiss in the elevator. We’d never done anything like that growing up.
The closest we’d ever come to intimacy was dating the same girl.
That girl had thought she was playing us, but really we’d been aware of her deal the whole time. When she found out we knew she got mad, for some reason.
Jon tried to talk her into a three-way with us but she said that was unacceptable behavior and dumped us both. Go figure a woman’s mind.
So we’d never all been together at the same time but once I’d fucked her one night and Jon had fucked her the following day. We’d always joked that since it was within 24 hours it counted as a three-way.
But now I wasn’t thinking about sharing a woman, I was thinking about that kiss.
I’d liked it, I think.
Thinking about feeling him holding me against him…..
Had I liked it? It happened so fast. I didn’t hate it. I hadn’t pushed him away…
And remembering the thoughts I had about men. My curiosity. And he’d said he’d had similar thoughts….
I don’t know… booze, Vegas, hotel room, privacy, trust…. it all combined in me, then…
I stripped off my clothes and tossed them on the chair and walked into the bathroom.
He couldn’t hear me with the water running.
I hesitated for a second… what was I thinking?… but even if this was a wrong move I knew Jon would be OK…
I opened the shower door and stepped inside. That was when he heard me. His back was towards me and he didn’t turn.
“Hello buddy…. do you want to get my back for me?” he passed me the hotel soap bar.
I said “Sure..” like this was perfectly normal and started getting a nice lather on my hands before rubbing soap up and down his back.