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One of the things that Jacob is certain about is that he wasn’t meant to be back this early.
It didn’t cross his mind that Jo would still be in the recording room. It really shouldn’t be all that surprising, no, but Jo's shorts are very pointedly not on him; Jo's hand is wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking. Hushed, small whines leave through his parted lips, the sound rough and quiet and yet impossibly loud in the silent room.
Jacob thinks he’s going to faint. He’s lightheaded. Jo's eyes are scrunched shut, evidently too caught up within hazy bliss to notice Jacob staring.
The right thing to do is to stop staring. Jacob knows that. He also knows that reasonably, he should turn back immediately .
Instead, he stands there and desperately tries to say something. To say anything.
“Oh.”
There’s a lot of better things he could’ve said.
It catches Jo's attention, and he jolts up in his — Jacob's — seat. “Fuck–” he stammers, futilely covering his cock with his hand, pushing his thighs together. The attempt to preserve what little dignity he has left is unmitigatedly, wholeheartedly hopeless. “This isn’t– I– uh–”
Jo is horrifically flustered. Maybe even past the boundaries of being flustered. More than flustered.
It’s bad enough that the blush reaches down to his neck. Jo isn’t even someone to embarrass easily in the first place. Jacob's sure that he doesn’t look much better himself. They silently stare at each other. It's the most mortifying experience of his life.
“You weren’t meant to be here.” Jo says, weakly.
Jacob can tell.
“You’re in my chair.”
Jacob doesn’t know what to do. Even with how the whole situation is disastrously uncomfortable, and how his eyes keep on flicking back from Jo's face to the floor, and the overwhelming embarrassment — Jacob is curious.
“Oh, uh, I– I didn’t notice.” Jo stutters.
Unquestionably, Jo looks panicked. Jacob’s known Jo for quite a while. They’re best friends, and masturbating in your best friend's chair is one thing — but lying about not knowing is a whole other thing. Jacob thinks that Jo knows that he knows but he stays quiet. Instead, Jacob decides that instead of trying to confront him about this, he’ll stay up overthinking about this at night in lieu of sleeping.
They’re best friends. Which means that they should be able to move past this casually; sweep it under the rug, instead of prodding further and further at Jo. But Jacob wants more. His stomach aches with a hunger that he can’t name.
He’s not sure when he’s moved to stand next to Jo. “Do you do this before every video recording?”
Jo gapes at him, blinking. “No– not, not every– oh my god, can we just leave this–”
“You–” Jacob cuts him off, but he pauses; his lips are dry. “You can keep going.”
Jacob doesn’t know what possessed him to say this. Maybe adrenaline. Maybe because he liked hearing Jo's breathy little moans and murmurs. Maybe because Jacob wants to be the one to draw out those noises from him.
The room is dead silent. Jacob's heart may as well have stopped.
“I can help out, if that’d make it easier.”
Jo's composure completely shatters, gawking at Jacob. He’s flushed a deeper red than he was at the start.
Jacob wants to say that the offer is a joke, that he’s just teasing. That he wouldn’t give everything for Jo to accept it. That there isn’t a part of Jacob that terribly wants .
Best friends do this all the time.
“Jacob–”
“C’mon,” Jacob begins. His hands are shaking. “Trust me.”
Jo exhales, swallowing hard. “Are you sure?”
Jacob raises an eyebrow in response, as if he wasn’t the one offering in the first place.
“Okay–” Jo says, and repeats to himself, quieter, as if to make sure that this is real, “Okay.”
Jo’s breath hitches as Jacob eases himself closer into Jo's space. The air around them tastes like electricity. He desperately tries to ignore the sparks of lightning between them, the way his own feelings flash and flicker and flit around in his heart, the way Jo shivers underneath his gaze.
Moving Jo’s hand away, Jacob gently coaxes his thighs open. His eyes flicker up to look at Jo for a moment — he’s not sure what he’s exactly seeking. Maybe for someone to shake him and tell him to stop, turn away now before he ruins his most stable, safe friendship but all he’s met with is Jo giving him a little nod, hair falling over his face.
Friends help each other out all the time. They're still friends.
Jacob wraps his hand around Jo’s cock, giving a slow, experimental stroke. Jacob is hesitant with his touches, unsure what he can do. Jo’s melts as a small, shaky whine escapes past his parted lips.
He looks pretty. Jacob likes him a lot. Maybe too much.
Jacob rubs his thumb over the slit of Jo’s cock, precome leaking out and coating his thumb. He strokes his hand from the base of his cock to his tip. Jo's hips twitch forward, and Jacob chalks it up to the possibility that just being touched that’s getting him this sensitive rather than it being the fact that it’s Jacob touching him to elicit these sort of reactions.
Jo shivers at the touch, his head knocks back into the back of the chair.
“Fuck,” Jo moans, his eyes squeezed shut as his breathing intensifies. Jacob sucks in a breath.
Jacob's own cock throbs in his sweats. And god, the reactions Jo's having — Jacob's head spins. It's pathetic almost getting off solely on this, but Jacob can’t help the faint feeling in his head.
“What were you thinking about before I came in?” Jacob asks, teasing.
“Just– standard things–” Jo is very, very clearly looking away from Jacob's face. His eyes look everywhere except at Jacob, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and oh, Oh.
Jacob files that away as a thought to overthink at night too, and simply hums in approval as he hears Jo curse under his breath.
He moves his hand up and down the length of Jo's cock in slow, leisurely rhythmic motions. Jacob isn’t sure why he’s trying to drag this out so much — maybe he’s just trying to prolong the inevitable, maybe because the idea of Jo unraveling takes all the breath out of him.
Jacob tilts his head. “Feel good?”
“What do you think–”
And Jacob repeats the action, along with a twist of his hand around his cock, purposefully cutting Jo off. He's gotten a lot more sensitive, choking out a more broken and wet gasp.
Something aches deep in Jacob's ribs; it reveals a kaleidoscope of feelings, all of them dizzyingly euphoric and soft and unfurling pearls of want all throughout his chest.
Jo bucks up into his hand, evidently tired of Jacob's teasing, chasing after a release. Jacob puts his hand on his hips, holding him down in place. Jo squirms under him, wholly desperate as his cock leaks with precome and Jo's entirely uncomposed like this; his hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead, and a thin sheen of sweat covers his body.
It's too much. It’s all too much as the urge to touch more of Jo flares in him. It’s all too much and Jacob gives in, running his fingernail down Jo's inner thigh. Jo gasps at the small touch.
“Jacob,” Jo's eyes are locked onto him, all too intense and intimate. “Please.”
And Jacob's staring at him — he’s seen Jo be needy, sure, but he’s never seen him needy. His head feels fuzzy.
Jacob's world stutters on its axis. He's not sure when things started slipping out of control.
“I thought you were going to help out.” Jo whines.
“Am I not?” Jacob asks, smiling back at him.
“God–” Jo curses, “You’re such an asshole.”
Jacob's grin grows even wider, more teasing. “You want me to stop?”
He can hear Jo muttering a long, creative string of expletives under his breath. Jacob exhales a light, breathy laugh.
Jacob's free hand slips underneath his shirt and wanders over Jo's body; his skin is soft and smooth, and Jacob feels every small movement and twitch and shiver underneath his hand. Jacob had always thought that Jo looked good (all friends think that, Jacob reassures himself) but he’s never entertained the thought of this whole scenario becoming something real.
Jo's fingers twist into Jacob's shirt. Jacob can feel Jo's hot breath against his cheek.
“This feels a bit– unfair.” Jo says.
“Dude if you’re going to keep complaining–”
“Well,” Jo's voice trails off, and it's so much rougher than it was at the start, “You're still fully clothed.”
Jo's a disaster right now; his shirt rides up on him, exposing his stomach, and his shorts are on the floor. Jacob is incomparable to Jo's whole state.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jacob blinks. He's not sure where Jo is going with this. “I'm just helping you out.”
Jo bites his lip, hesitant, “You’re hard too.”
“Oh–” Jacob stuns, not expecting Jo to point that out.
Jacob's hand stutters in its pace, and Jo takes the opportunity to pull Jacob forward. It’s more of a yank, as they’re now nose-to-nose, Jacob leaning further into Jo’s space.
Slowly, Jacob breathes out. His lips delicately brush against Jo’s. It’s almost too gentle for what they’re doing right now. An almost-kiss. Jacob stops himself from leaning in further, as he thinks that would actually require them to work through their feelings but this — this is close enough. Jo's breath is hot and wet, tasting like sin. His skin is salty with sweat.
Jo lifts his hips up to brush against Jacob's own cock, straining against the restriction of his sweats. Jacob can’t help the low moan that escapes past his lips. He wasn’t meant to get caught up in this but God, God he feels like he might burst into flames just from the pleasure coursing through his veins. And Jo seems to feel the same way — he's just as eager and maybe more desperate for this than Jacob is. Jacob's heart beats faster than ever before.
Panting softly, Jo presses against him. He rubs up against Jacob, and Jacob can’t help but feel the heat radiating off him. The pressure of Jo's cock against his is exquisite, and Jacob has to bite back a hiss. Precome dribbles on the front of his sweats.
“Oh, oh God–” Jo swears, and Jacob's dizzy with the knowledge that no one else but him will be able to hear Jo like this.
Jo's grip on his shirt is weak, shaky.
“Jacob– Jacob,” Jo stutters, gasping, “God, Please– I want you in me.”
And Jacob short circuits. He's lightheaded and unsteady and heat pools in his gut.
He takes too long to say anything, as Jo is still looking at him, saying his name all too pleadingly, “Jacob–”
“Okay,” Jacob breathes out, feeling all too light.
Jacob leans away to pick up the half full bottle of lube on the desk next to them. Jo whines at the loss of contact, hips aching up into where Jacob's hands were. He coats his fingers in a generous amount of it. He spreads Jo’s legs out, leaving his entrance open. Jo looks at him in slight apprehension.
“Relax.” Jacob murmurs, kneeling next to him with a slick finger circling his entrance.
Jo breathes out slow, placid under Jacob. Carefully, Jacob pushes a finger into his hole, only up to his knuckle. One of Jo’s hands dig into Jacob's back, blunt nails leaving behind crescent moon marks.
He looks at Jo's face for any resistance; his lips are parted and his breath comes out in ragged, small pants. Jacob can’t help the small smirk on his face when he moves his finger around and Jo’s knee hits his side.
“I can take more than that.” Jo says, trying to be prideful, but it just comes off as begging.
Jacob snorts. He honours Jo’s request anyways. He slips in another finger and stretches Jo out slowly, allowing him to adjust. Evidently, it’s too slow as Jo starts to rock down on his fingers — it’s almost frantic, almost like a kind of desperation that comes from wanting something for far too long. A feeling that Jacob is too afraid to put name on.
Jo moans out, his body tensing up at the added pleasure. Jacob watches every movement in his face; he’s entranced with his reactions. Jacob scissors his fingers, a broken gasp escaping from Jo. He shakes beneath Jacob — lips parted, his regular breathing coming haltingly.
The heat in the room is almost suffocating. He curls his fingers, and Jo shivers, his hips bucking forward. Jo makes a soft, sharp noise as Jacob carries on; he makes a lot of little noises as he rocks backwards into Jacob's touch, and Jacob isn't sure if Jo even knows he's making them.
Jo turns his head to the side, red dusting over his cheeks and down his neck, “Jacob– you can fuck me– I think I’m ready.”
“You-”
“Yes, yes I’m sure,” Jo says, though it takes another whine of Jacob’s name to remove his fingers.
He sighs; Jacob was looking forward to teasing, playing around for a moment longer but his erection is also desperately wanting to get out of it's constraints. He quickly slips out of his sweatpants, and he and Jo are skin to skin and it’s nothing like Jacob has ever imagined before — he’s almost delirious, giddy with it — as he’s able to feel the heat of Jo’s body. He feels like a raw nerve, with his hair on end and pulsing, tremulous arousal.
Jacob can feel Jo's eyes on him the entire time, even as Jacob slicks his cock up. He looks back at Jo. His hair is ruffled and damp with sweat, and the head of his cock is a flushed red, still leaking eagerly. Though, he manages to glow, even in the dim room.
Jo's pliant as Jacob lifts up his leg, hiking it over his shoulder. He lines himself up, his breathing ragged as he slowly sinks into Jo. He bottoms out, and they stay like that for a moment. It's exhilarating, with his heart thrumming in his chest, with a strange feeling of fondness and unadulterated adoration sprawling out under his ribs. He runs his hand over Jo's stomach, over his chest as feels Jo's heartbeat.
Jacob breathes out and oh, oh. He feels dazed as he realizes that holy shit, they’re actually doing this .
“You can move,” Jo breathes out a heavy sigh, his pride coming out, “I can handle it.”
Jo's body aches into Jacob's touch. God — Jo's a mess but he’s so beautiful — angelic, otherworldly — and Jacob is helpless with the feeling of his heart fluttering with emotions that feel too — too loving for what is supposed to be helping a friend out. The sparks in his chest burn.
He puts his arms underneath Jo's thighs, and starts to move his hips. The first thrusts are in a steady, languid rhythm, drenched in arousal.
“You can go faster.” Jo says, a plea in between broken noises.
“So desperate.” Jacob teases, but follows his orders anyways.
Jacob moves faster and faster, pushing Jo closer and closer to the edge. Their pace is messy, almost drunk off of just the pleasure of being together. It's inconsistent, as something that had started out as a slow tease has grown into something more — a fire that seethes and swallows and swells. Desire writhes under his skin, struggling to escape, but his touches are still gentle.
Jo’s skin is heated and slick with sweat — Jo's breathing is getting more staggered; heavier by each second that passes. He sets up a quick pace, sinking his cock inside of Jo to the hilt each time. Jo's thighs flexed against his shoulder, his back arched up.
“Is that good enough for you?”
Jo looks at him for a split moment to shoot him a glare and a quip ready on his lips but gets cut off as Jacob bends him forwards, adjusting the angle of his hips as he thrusts forward. Jo gasps, jerking up under Jacob, making it evident that Jacob hit a sensitive spot.
Jo's panting with pleasure, his eyes are unfocused as he looks at Jacob. “Fuck–” Jo stutters, incoherent. He whines, trying to convey the spiraling galaxy of feelings inside of him, “Jacob– Jacob –”
“Shh,” Jacob coos, “I've got you.”
Jacob thrusts into him again, hitting the same spot again. Jo’s cock twitches, precome smearing all over his stomach. He jolts with all of Jacob’s movements — he’s overwhelmed, moaning out with little gasps everytime Jacob hits that spot. He’s been on the edge of release for a while, and Jacob angles himself again, trying to hit even deeper within him. He looks maddened, frenetic which makes Jacob only want to fuck him harder.
“Ah– you asshole.” Jo hisses, though there’s no malice behind it. Jacob huffs out a laugh.
At some point, in between their wants, Jacob's hand had intertwined itself with Jo's. It’s too sweet for what they’re doing. Maybe almost domestic.
Jo's leg comes down from his shoulder to instead wrap around his waist, making sure that Jacob buries his cock into Jo as far as he can with every thrust. Jo keens everytime he hits his prostate, and Jacob has to bite his lip to keep any semblance of composure he has left.
It's almost feverishly hot. It’s so unbelievably messy — more rushed than anything prior. The pace falls apart quicker and quicker and it’s so much more frantic. They’re both after a release. His blonde hair is plastered against his face, but his eyes are focused on just how dizzyingly unkempt Jo is — he’s on the cusp of overstimulation, flustered, with his eyes nearly shut and his furrowed brow and rapid panting and it’s a sight to behold.
Jo's body is quivering with pleasure — a supernova about to explode.
“ Oh fuck– fuck Jacob– I’m gonna come, please oh–”
Jo gasps his name out like a prayer, his hand grasping onto Jacob's hand, fingers clasping tightly as his entire body shudders. It's all the warning Jacob gets as a string of curses leaves his mouth as he trembles, coming all over his stomach. Jacob watches him, his whole world focused on him.
He’s so utterly disheveled — dazed and out of it. There's some part of Jacob that’s a little proud that it’s him who made Jo like this.
Jo lets out a sigh, going limp in Jacob's hold. Jacob can’t help but to brush a hand over his thigh gently, showing just how oversensitive he is when he jerks at the touch.
“You can keep going.” Jo murmurs, kneeing Jacob's side.
Jacob blinks. “You sure?”
Jo knees Jacob's side again, and the kinder part of Jacob allows him to get away with it without any teasing.
Jacob leans closer, burying his face in Jo's neck — they’re both so sweaty and it's vaguely disgusting and beautiful. His cock presses even deeper inside of Jo as his lips and teeth graze gently over his skin. He leaves behind small, superficial marks, Jacob nips at Jo from his neck to his collarbone, brushing Jo's hair out of the way. Jo’s wrecked moans leak out between them.
He’s so clearly overstimulated; Jo mewls, his body twitching as Jacob hits that bundle of nerves again.
Blood rushes through Jacob's ears as he begins to move again, though his pace infinitely sloppier than it was before as he comes closer and closer to his own climax. He feels uncomfortably hot, an imminent comet about to burn. Stars burst under his veins, and he feels the low pressure in his abdomen build.
Jo's breathing is ragged, head thrown back against the seat with his eyes fluttering shut. His hair fans out beneath him and all Jacob can do is watch in awe.
Feeling Jo's body tighten around him in between shuddering, gasping breaths, Jacob places a kiss on the crook of Jo's neck. Jacob's whole body trembles, and he can feel himself teetering on the edge before finally spilling inside Jo with one last deep thrust. It's bright and intense and almost too much as the world stops spinning on its axis, his heart beating rapidly. He pulls apart at the seams, every nerve down to his tips is alight and he half-collapses on top of Jo.
Jo lets out a little oof at Jacob's extra added weight, but he doesn’t seem to really mind. Aftershocks of his climax roll through Jacob, and he lays weightless. He pulls his softening cock out of Jo, though he keeps Jo's hands in his — it feels right.
“Sorry,” Jacob says, when he can breathe again.
“It’s fine.” Jo says, his voice is oddly soft and it makes something heavy twist in Jacob’s gut.
Jacob feels scared shitless. He doesn’t know what any of this means anymore — he’s more confused than he was — and Jo’s being way too quiet. Sure, maybe it's just because Jacob came in him mere moments ago (a part of Jacob’s brain is screaming oh my god he came in him–) but Jacob still isn’t sure what the right move to make is.
Jacob looks over, giving Jo a grin, “Your glasses are crooked.”
“Oh– shut up,” Jo has enough energy, even in the hazy afterglow, to swat at Jacob. Though, he makes no move to fix his glasses.
Jacob still can’t help the smile on his face, Jo stares back at him and they erupt into quiet laughter. It feels normal. Horrifically too normal for just having fucked his best friend. Possibly something-more-than-a-best-friend now.
He breathes out a heavy sigh. He’s fucked.
“You okay?” Jo asks, quiet.
“Yeah,” Jacob says, rolling off to the side to take his weight off of Jo. The cool air clings to his skin. He feels disgusting and tired. “Eugh, my shirt’s sticky.”
“ ou collapsed on me.”
Jacob ignores him, “You look like a mess.”
“You’re the one who offered this.” Jo hand gestures between them, and Jacob blinks. That starting moment feels like it was a lifetime ago. “Not that it wasn’t good–”
“Aww, only good?”
“Well– I don't want your ego getting too big.”
Lightly, Jacob punches him in the arm. Jo gives him a grin, and Jacob hates the feeling of fondness spreading out in his chest. Damn him.
“Hey Jo,” Jacob says, hesitating, “We’re still friends, right?”
Jo’s stunned for a second, and Jacob thinks this is the most surprised he’s seen him within the night. “Yeah, we’re– friends.”
Jacob nods.
He's not sure how he wanted Jo to answer. They both lay together quietly, as if a single wrong breath could somehow break this dream-like spell in between them. Jacob's afterglow has slowly faded, though he feels warm looking at Jo.
“Do you want to, uh, record later?” Jacob asks.
“Yeah– yeah,” Jo breathes out, “I really don’t want to record like this.”
Jacob lets out a light laugh, “Yeah, yeah uh– we also probably need to clean up the chair.”
“We can do that later,” Jo leans up, savouring the crack of his shoulders. His shirt falls over his stomach and he grimaces, “I really need to shower.”
He nods, standing up to allow Jo to leave the room after quickly pulling on his shorts. Jacob watches the door close after him. It only leaves himself in the room; still tired, still disgusting, still having fucked his best friend. He sighs.
Jacob curses himself for being such a fool.