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Eric was a huge fucking geek. He collected all the G.I. Joe figures he could get his hands on since he was a child, but another thing Eric would have a nerd fit over was anything to do with the Star Wars franchise.
This was why Eric was practically wounded the moment Buddy let it slip during one of their secret night drives that he had actually never seen a single Star Wars movie in his life.
Which was the main reason why Eric had suggested having a movie night at Buddy’s place given the fact that he had an at-home movie theater built into his basement.
Giving excuses to his friends and parents that he was just taking a late shift for his job.
Just to tuck away in Buddy’s fancy red car and drive into the rich neighborhood, playing music blasting from his favorite KISS album, which was also another thing he had introduced to Buddy.
The moment that Eric had stepped foot inside Buddy’s home, something had shifted.
Since "the incident," Buddy has sworn to never make a move on Eric again, mainly out of respect for Eric’s still ongoing and kind of stable relationship with Donna.
But also because Eric made it vocally clear that he was 100% heterosexual, promising Buddy that there wasn't a homosexual bone in his body.
Buddy had moved away from him after dialing down some of his natural flirting and stinging compliments, but this was fucking Buddy Morgan we were talking about.
The little shit was born with natural charisma seeping from his veins, and a stupidly cute toothy smile that had Eric staying up at night rethinking his entire life.
As if the sky had fallen, all because he couldn't stop thinking about Buddy Morgan and his stupid kissable lips. This was why it was a bad idea for Eric to step foot inside Buddy’s home: he was in new unwritten territory.
Not only did he feel like a huge dick for ditching his friends just to hang out with a guy he had questionable feelings for, but he also felt like an even bigger dick for hanging out with the same guy that his girlfriend had to forbid him from seeing.
Eric tried to suppress those thoughts as the night progressed as it usually did when he hung out with Buddy, carefree and honestly the best moments he'd ever had hanging out with someone.
It was as if Buddy’s personality had fit snugly with his like a puzzle piece, and before he knew it, the Buddy Morgan charm was in full effect before he could even realize it.
Eric couldn't tell you how he and Buddy had gone from doing very bad voice impressions of the characters on screen to leaning over the recliner chairs and eagerly making out in the dimly lit room as the movie still continued in the back.
Eric’s hand had knit itself into Buddy’s ridiculously luscious thick brunette hair as Buddy’s hand danced into dangerous waters.
Wrapping loosely around Eric's throat as he tried to ground himself to something since he was the one doing most of the leaning.
Settling with pulling apart just for a moment to crawl fully into Eric’s lap like magnets, the two melted together with the shift of weight.
Straddling against his thighs as Eric’s hands wrapped around Buddy’s waist, shoving him down against his erection by reflex.
Having a boner in denim jeans was killer, like a pain death trap, as Buddy had helped Eric out of his layers of tops.
Although they were bearing their chests, Eric sat with his dick throbbed pressed against the material of his jeans, begging for attention—"Can I suck your dick?"
Buddy asked with a small groan, resting his forehead against Eric’s as the small space wedged between them was small enough to fit a finger but not enough to fit Eric’s common sense, as the teenager hurriedly nodded his head in agreement.
Sure, for a split second, he thought about how wrong it was that he was kissing a boy, let alone how wrong it was to kiss anyone other than his girlfriend. "Um, I’ve never had a blowjob before."
Eric had nervously spurted, but Buddy gave him that lovesick grin that caused his eyes to squint and the corner of his mouth to raise to show off his adorable smile.
It was all but enough for him to sit up, undoing Eric’s belt, and suddenly any ounce of care had left Eric’s body along with his pants and underwear.
Maybe it was pride that riddled Buddy’s features as he dropped down in between Eric’s knees. Whether it was pride in the fact that Eric was allowing him to be his first or pride in the fact that he was going to suck Eric's dick before Donna, it could have been a combination of the two.
"You're so cute, Eric." Was all Buddy responded with, which made Eric’s brain short-circuit the moment that his hand had wrapped around the hilt of his dick.
Sure, he had gotten a few sloppy handjobs from Donna: the two had had their fair share of getting handsy behind locked doors, but there was just something different about a guy holding his dick that made Eric’s hips buck.
There was a small pause, a second, where Buddy was essaying Eric’s boner, giving it a few test strokes, and it was enough time for Eric to stop the entire thing.
To get up and go back to his girlfriend, but then Buddy had taken his dick into his mouth and Eric’s sensibility had completely drained, resulting in a drawn-out grunt once again.
The inside of Buddy’s mouth was warm, and the feeling of his tongue tracing against a vein as his lips wrapped tightly around him—the feeling alone left him seeing stars as his nails gripped into the leather of the recliners.
His tongue wrapped around Eric's length, making sure to feel every bit of him, until his nose nestled against Eric's dark bush with a throaty gag.
When Eric opened his eyes to take a peek, he swore that he was bound to flatline at any minute.
The sinful sigh of Buddy's dark glossed puppy eyes, wet lips, and messy hair, his hands working the length he couldn't reach with his mouth as his cheeks hollowed, taking as much as he could fit into his mouth.
The warmth of his tongue teasingly wrapped around the tip of Eric's dick, trailing over the tip of the head with a hum, the vibration making the knot in his stomach tighten.
Buddy has the audacity to pull away with a lewd string of saliva connecting the two to chuckle as if he wasn't on his knees sucking dick like a modern-day porn star once his mouth returned around his dick and Eric's hands became tangled in Buddy's soft hair.
His fingers knotted into a fist around the waves, letting his needs get the best of him as his hips lifted, fucking Buddy’s mouth at his own pace.
The boy didn't seem to care much about his mouth being used like some type of sex toy.
Buddy was just relaxing his throat, glancing up at Eric with slitted eyes, and managing to breathe through his nose with ease. The expert skill in taking dick was just another reason to tip Eric over the edge.
The wet sounds of his hips shifting against Buddy’s tongue made a spark travel down his body.
"Oh god, Buddy," Eric hissed as if he were in pain, clinging to his scalp as if it were his fault that Eric felt like his soul was being sucked out of his dick.
"Shit, shit, shit." Eric was almost in tears when his hips pressed tensely against Buddy's mouth, cumming down his throat.
When Eric came back to his senses, struggling to catch his breath, he realized the relation he had performed on Buddy’s throat.
Yet the boy had seemed so unscathed, even licking up some of the mess that had escaped from his mouth and onto his face and smiling up at Eric once the two had met glances.
"You can’t be real," Eric concluded, his fingers finally untangling from Buddy’s hair.
Buddy chuckled, leaning to raise his head against Eric’s bare thigh as he peered up at him with that dangerous smile that got them into this whole mess.
"No gag reflex," he stated proudly, taking one of Eric’s fingers and sucking it all the way to the last knuckle.
“Dude, it’s like you're trying to kill me here.” Eric groaned.