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Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or the characters. E4 does... I think. I make absolutely no profit from writing this story. Only pleasure.

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Cook approached the aged and raddled shed with imprecise posture and steady caution. A cigarette hung limp and short from his thin, colorless lips and a puff of smoke surrounded him at every step. The garden outside the shed always dressed itself with an unappreciated beauty. Cook, for the first time, observed all the wild flowers and tall green bushes as he walked the path leading to the rusty green door.

His fingers wrapped themselves around the cold handle and he paused to take a deep breath. His shoulders heaved with the rising anticipation. Without another thought, he pulled the door open. It creaked louder than ever.

The smell of spliff and air freshener filled the room. The interior of the shed was different from when he’d last seen it. The toy airplanes that hung from the ceiling since he was ten were no longer there. The worn-out couches were gone and replaced with an adequately decent couch. The broken red car that sat in the middle of the shed was nowhere in sight. Cook already missed it. He’s especially going to miss how Freddie constantly says that he’s going to spruce up the accessory and make it his own car. He missed how he, Freddie, and JJ would joke around and pretend as if they were riding in the car and picking up hookers.

After observing the differences in the room, Freddie was the last thing he noticed; the only consistence in the remodeled shed. Freddie swallowed at Cook’s entrance. He blew a cloud of wild smoke in Cook’s direction and sputtered an aggravated sigh.

“What are you doing here, Cook?” he asked while shaking his head.

Cook, without speaking, walked over to Freddie. He stood over the crouching ex-friend with an apologetic expression. He gave him one of those friendly smiles that he always gives Freddie after he fucks up.

“Don’t be a fucking loose-cunting prick, Fred. I just wanted to see you.”

“Fuck off, Cook,” he started, “I fucking mean it. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.”

Cook laughed. He was always amused when people spoke about him as if he was a clever scheming devil or some shit. He never plans on his bullshit. He doesn’t wake up in the morning and think, ‘I’m going to find a way to fuck up Freddie’s life today.’ Shit just happens when it happens. All he knows is that he wants to be with his friend right now. He needs to be with his friend.

Or ex-friend.

He settled down next to Freddie and held his breath. He expected some kind of reaction… an unpleasant one. One that includes the words “get the fuck” and “tosser”. He looked to his left at the angst-ridden, brown-skinned best friend and waited for the onslaught of hateful words. His friend sighed a sigh of aggravation as he sunk himself into the couch and looked up at the iron ceiling.

Freddie snorted a bit before he opened his mouth to speak. “You can’t always come to my shed and make with a sad face every time you fuck up, Cook.”

“Do you remember?” Cook inquired as he looked over at Freddie. “Remember the times before all this… shit, Fred? Life was so fucking simple, wasn’t it?” Freddie looked over at Cook. His grey-green eyes were shimmering in the dim lights. “All we ever wanted to do was hang out with the lads.”

Freddie gave a hint of a smile and snorted a small chuckle. “Yeah,” he hesitated, “now all we ever want to do is get our cocks blown.”

“I fucking miss those times, Freddie,” Cook said in a tone that almost sounded like a plea, “I miss it when it was just you, me, and JJ.”

Freddie frowned. “I know.”

Cook and Freddie continued to stare into each other’s eyes. Cook appeared a lot closer than he recalled. He could feel his breath on lips and it only seemed to grow warmer. Closer. The entire world felt dangerous all of a sudden. As if he needed to walk on the tip of his toes and keep his senses strong.

His head went light when he felt Cook’s lips upon his. He closed his eyes and fell into a pit of black ecstasy. His world was spinning before him with the electrifying pulse of his best friend’s lips. His hands trembled at his side.

“I love you, Freddie.” Cook whispered into his mouth. “I really fucking love you.”

Freddie’s spine shivered at Cook’s words. His tongue battled against Cook’s in a fierce competition. It was a confession he was all too afraid to face. Not because he didn’t love Cook.

But because he did.

Cook’s hands traveled down to Freddie’s waists. He ran his palm against his hardening cock. His scruffy brown shorts bunched up at Cook’s touch.

“Cook…” Freddie whispered inbetween kisses.

Cook didn’t respond. He unbuckled Freddie’s belt and pulled his shorts down. Without looking down, Cook reached for Freddie’s cock. After only a small brush, Cook could feel his best friend’s cock hardening on the tip of his fingers.

Cook started to grip it. He gripped it as if he were saving a life. He broke the kiss the look Freddie square in the eye. Freddie’s eyes were as soft as always. The medium browns had a way of glowing up close, Cook thought. The world seemed to fade to black when Freddie gave him a look. A look of desperation. Confusion. Love. Cook was always taken aback in moments like this where his best friend would feel like the only thing that in the entire world that mattered to him. More than any drug he’s ever taken and definitely more than any fuck-of-the-day.

Freddie swallowed a lump in his throat. His best friend’s hand around his cock was firm and masculine but he sensed gentleness in the way that Cook dared him right in the eye. Freddie could see wells of moisture rising in the grey-greens that refused to look away. A chill ran down his spine at the sight. He’d never seen his best friend so… fragile.

“Cook,” Freddie tried once again, “I—”

Cook cut him off with a kiss. A kiss that was so hard and fierce he could taste the blood on his tongue. But his didn’t care. He continued to force his tongue into Freddie’s warm mouth. The taste of alcohol and weed meant nothing to him. It was his best friend he wanted. That’s all.

He suddenly started to jerk Freddie slowly and carefully, as if he was handling something breakable. His friend’s length grew and hardened. Freddie was bigger than Cook remembered. It made him think about how untouched it felt. Not like a virgin but like a boundary that they’ve never crossed. Not with other people and certainly not with each other.

Cook began jerking harder and faster. He could feel Freddie’s pulse through his palm just as well as he could feel the foreskin rising and falling over the head of his cock. Cook buried his head into Freddie’s shoulders and growled viciously as he pumped harder. Freddie threw his head back in agony. He called his best friend’s name numerous times as if he surrendered to a battle. Cook didn’t stop. His breathing became heavier and he could feel Freddie tremble at how his breath ran across the long neck.

“Oh, Cook!” Freddie whimpered in a broken voice. His adam’s apple throbbing not unlike his cock. “I think I’m coming.”

Cook picked his head up from Freddie’s shoulder to look him in the eye once again. Freddie looked down at his cock, just as hard and thick as ever, and then looked over at Cook. His best friend was breathing just as hard as he was. Cook examined Freddie. Through the expressions of ecstasy, desire, and lust, there was disbelief.

Cook used his other hand to grip the back of Freddie’s head. His trembling hand filled itself with silky black hair. His forehead experienced a forceful collision with Freddie’s. The intensity in the air rose to its peak. Freddie groaned and closed his eyes and Cook followed.

“I love you, too.”

-X-X-X-X-X-

“It’s always gonna be you and me.” Cook said, “It’s always you and me.”

He looked over at the face beside him. The streetlights filled the car spontaneously and at every flash of light he felt relief for only seeing the face. But underneath the relief was sorrow. He couldn’t let his tears fall.

He remembered when “you and me” was always “Cook and Freddie”. Always. Every since they first met at age 7. He remember when they pinky swore on it during the first day of middle school.

“We’re going to be best friends forever, Cook.”

But as he drove down unfamiliar roads, he looked into the eyes of Effy Stonem and all he could see was sadness. Effy nearly killed one of her best friends and she lost the love of her life.

In a small sense, Cook could relate. Except, his best friend is the love of his life. Or was.

He looked away and outside the window. It was dark and cold. Extremely cold. He was leaving home and never coming back. He didn’t know what was ahead of him but he knew who wasn’t. There wasn’t any emotion he could describe at the moment. He wanted to feel anticipation but he could only feel desire.

He sighed as he passed a street sign.

Caution. Bumpy roads ahead.
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