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Sid, Paul and Chris are friends. Sometimes they go out for tacos, or dick around at the baseball field in the middle of the night talking about nothing, but mostly they just hang around in Paul’s basement apartment watching movies and smoking weed.
Like, way too much.
And sometimes it gets a little weird. Like, not weird-weird, but weird like they didn’t mean to end up making out with their best friend on the couch when they’re really high while some movie plays in the background.
Case in point: tonight.
The living room’s silent except for Halloween playing on the TV, Sid and Chris are on either side of the couch, legs curled up and touching in the middle, and Paul’s in his designated recliner, a shitty beat-up coffee table separating the pair from him.
Sid keeps going to take sips from his water bottle and spilling it on himself in his laid down position, then wondering aloud why the front of his shirt’s damp.
Chris is playing with his hair, pausing to squint every few seconds 'cause he keeps crossing his eyes.
Paul’s flipping his zippo open and closed absentmindedly as he watches the tv, the bright lights on the screen seeming to float out of it every now and again then go back in. He hears a distant “dude get your fuckin’ foot outta my back” from Sid somewhere next to him.
Rain lightly patters against the window outside. It’s a good night to stay in and do nothing, which is exactly what they all intend to keep on doing.
Paul reclines further in his seat, throwing his arms back over his head and letting out a deep sigh at how good stretching feels.
He’s relaxed, he’s comfy, his favorite movie’s on the tv, and he’s in good company.
It’s a pretty perfect night in his book, and he smiles contentedly at the screen.
Halloween ends and Chris gets off the couch to stumble to the shelf and pick another tape off of it to watch. He selects Soylent Green and fails to push it into the VCR the first time, succeeding on the second.
He seats himself back in his spot on the couch opposite of Sid, kicking him a little to get him to move his legs as the movie starts to play.
Paul’s zoned out in his own seat, looking over at the lava lamp by the window. The tv is bright and he squints in pain when he looks back over at it. He keeps them squinted so he can’t really see the screen for a few minutes. A few hours. Who really knows.
Once his eyes stop hurting and he opens them fully again, he realizes what Chris put on the tv.
“Dude, fuckin’ Soylent Green, again ?,” he groans. This is the movie Chris chooses every other time it’s his turn and Paul hates it.
No noise comes from the direction of the couch except for a quiet shuffling.
“Dude. Seriously. Can we watch something else?” Paul yawns, rubbing at one eye, still not looking over in their direction.
And still, he gets no answer.
He turns his head to look at the couch, “Dude-” Paul’s bitching stops almost as soon as it starts up again.
Sid and Chris aren’t on their respective sides of the couch anymore: they’re on top of each other. Paul breathes a quiet laugh to himself at seeing this.
It’s not graceful or romantic in any way, just two dudes slobbering all over each other ‘cause they’re too high to have great tongue control skills right now.
“If you’re not even gonna watch it, I’m changing it,” Paul threatened emptily, there’s no way he’s getting up from his seat right now, he’s hoping they’ll cut it out for a minute and Chris will put something else on.
Nope. Like they didn’t even hear him, Sid continues trying to get his tongue all the way down Chris’ throat from his position straddling his hips.
Chris’ hands are clutching the material of Sid’s baggy jeans and not his ass because Sid’s got no ass to grab, but that never seemed to bother Chris before. Doesn’t really bother Paul either, he’s still a cute, if extremely ratty, guy.
As much as Paul would love to get up and participate (he really would), he’s too comfortable where he’s sitting, and they’ve tried to fuck around on that couch all three of them before, but it’s really only built for two people.
Unless they stop, get up, and carry Paul to the bedroom, he’s not getting involved... but he can still spectate.
That takes no effort, and his dick’s already interested, straining, and his pajama pants feel a little tight now.
He lazily digs one hand into them to whip his dick out and lazily stroke, feeling his piercings slide against the inside of his palm, just enjoying watching the light touches and lip nibbles and clumsy tongue work.
Sid reaches his hands down and rucks Chris’ shirt up a bit and Paul bites his pierced lower lip when he gets a view of Sid stroking his bare stomach.
Slow, hot, it’s nice, he’s having a good time just cranking his shit while his two friends make out a few feet over, and comes a little earlier than he usually would, spilling over his hand and flopping all the way back in his seat, breathing heavy.
Paul closes his eyes for a few moments, a few minutes, maybe like an hour, he doesn’t know, before he hears Sid say “creep” teasingly in his direction.
“Fuck you man, don’t grind on each other in my basement then,” he says, looking down and realizing he’s still got jizz on his hand and makes a face. He looks back over at the couch, Sid is standing up stretching, and Chris is curled up in a ball fast asleep.
“Grab me a tissue, will ya?” Paul says to Sid. He just rolls his eyes and crosses the room to grab one and bring it to him, watching with half-lidded eyes as Paul cleans his hand off.
“Wanna sit?” he asks after he throws the tissue and misses the trash can by a mile, and Sid just nods sleepily.
“ After you change the movie to something else,” Paul adds quickly before Sid can wedge his way into the recliner with him.
Sid rolls his eyes again and sighs but obeys, walking over to the shelf and putting his hands on his hips.
“What do you want?” He asks.
“ Anything but fucking this , dude,” Paul answers and Sid breathes a laugh.
“Candyman?” Sid asks, poking the tape with one finger.
“Yeah,” Paul yawns again, moving over a little to allow a small space for Sid to squeeze into beside him after he pushes the tape into the vcr.
Paul falls asleep playing with Sid’s rat tail between his fingers.
Perfect night.