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He's staying up at your place, as so many other nights. And like many other nights, he crashes on your bed with you, which is wide enough for two, three if you squeeze (privileges of being the only child in a family relatively wealthy). You're too lazy to prepare the futon for him, so you just let him stay with you. Because there's nothing weird about it, you're two guys, hah, it would be weird if you felt weird about sharing a bed with him.
Anyways, you're together in bed, he's wearing a tank top he borrowed and shorts, you're wearing nothing but your underwear because being all cramped in the bed with a second person warms you up, especially Okuyasu. His skin is always particularly hot, and the spots where your legs touch under the quilts burn nicely.
He's even more squirmy than usual, while you talk about nothing and all at the same time. You ask a couple of times if he's okay, and he waves you off telling you he's just a bit hot. You get rid of the thickest quilt but there's not a huge difference. He's still acting as if there were ants in his asshole.
"Really, dude, what's wrong!", You ask once more, laughing because he's almost vibrating next to you.
He laughs too, and closes his eyes, squeezing them shut while he clenches his teeth together, grinning but clearly mortified. An expression he does occasionally and you always think he looks damn cute when he does that, but you never linger in the thought much because that would be weird.
"Fine~", he grunts at last, and he opens one eye to look at you,"'m kinda horny".
You sort of explode, laughter bursting out of you in such a way that you spray drool on his face, and he complains and calls you disgusting while he wipes his face, but you just keep laughing. He joins eventually and little by little the laughter eases, so you both lay there, next to each other.
"What made you horny?", You ask, still giggling occasionally, and he shrugs.
"It's like, like those moments when you just kinda are, y'know?"
Yeah, you know. And you say so.
"Do you need to like, shake it off?", You gesture the very well known motion with your hand over the quilt, and he shakes his head.
"Nah, I dunno, call me stupid but I can't jerk off in yer bathroom. With yer mom sharin' it with ya and all -"
"No, I mean, here".
Were you actually thinking of that option? How bizarre. You're surprised of yourself saying that, and you surprise him too, you can tell by the way he stares at you, eyes wide open, lips slightly parted.
"A-and you go out?", He asks, and your eyebrows fly to your hairline.
"But it's my room!", You argue. And then realize you could have saved the awkwardness of the situation by agreeing, letting him have some privacy while you snack at the kitchen. But it's too late, you complained already and he's raising one eyebrow.
"Yer askin' me if I wanna jerk off here with ya?", He asks incredulously, and because you don't wanna make it weird you shrug too, acting kewl.
"Why not?", You say, "it's not a biggy, man, we're two dudes, we know how it goes, we saw our dicks before". Your eyes roll. "But I can go I guess".
He purses his lips in thought, still looking at you. And then he looks less conflicted, as he smiles and shrugs again.
"If ya say it ain't weird, then it ain't".
You grin at him, feeling kind of victorious for whatever reason, and give him a last reassuring nod.
"Just don't be too loud because mom, y'know".
"Bro, I don't make noise when I jerk off!", He exclaims kind of horrified.
"You don't?", Your voice is loud, high pitched with indignation. You can't imagine yourself trying to hold back your moans; you'd die of suffocation.
"No! That's so... Weird!" He looks confused, as if he cannot comprehend why a man would make noises.
"No it is not! You need to breathe, bro, otherwise you cannot enjoy it properly. Trust me, if you moan a bit-"
"Josuke!"
"Oh come on dude!", Another eye roll, "you're old enough to jerk off but cannot talk about moaning? Don't be a kid!"
Once more, his lips purse and he nods, letting you reassume where you left.
"If you moooaaannn a bit", you savour the word, relishing in how he squirms in discomfort, "the orgasm will taste better".
You're kind of loving the way you speak about sex so openly while he cringes away and blushes like a virgin. And you remember he is a virgin and you kind of like it even more. You're not a virgin anymore, you had a few boring encounters just to try it out, it was okay but nothing mind-blowing. At least you can be patronising with those who haven't gotten their dicks wet.
"Whatever", he says. "Well, huh, turn off the light. Gimme some privacy".
You do as told, turning the light off and the room is dark as he shifts next to you, and then the light of his phone illuminates his face.
"Need some inspo", he chuckles and you nod, closing your eyes to give him even more sense of intimacy.
But your ears are sharp as ever, and you can hear every rustle, every stroke of skin against fabric or the glass of his phone screen, and his breathing. For a long moment, there's nothing but his breathing, he's finally still, and you reckon he found something to watch.
Effectively, it doesn't take long for the "inspo" to surge effect. You sense more shifting, and soon you can tell by the very, very discreet movement, which albeit incredibly slight is repetitive and unmistakable, that he's palming himself.
You smile, and tell yourself that it's not weird that you kinda want to look, because everyone is a bit curious. Heck, Okuyasu is watching porn to get off, isn't that kind of being curious too? So you slide your hand to your bedside table and pick your phone too, and he stops moving.
"Do you mind if I join you?", You ask without looking at him, staring at your phone as you type what you want to see.
"... Huh... No, I guess. It's fine".
So that's it. You're both watching porn, side by side, calves pressed together, because you're both spreading to gain more access to the affected area. You're getting hard quite fast, not paying much attention to the video itself but the fact that Okuyasu is moving again, if anything a little bit more firmer than before.
The video you picked quite randomly shows solitaire engagement too, a girl who's playing alone with some weird ass machine who fucks her better than a man would, probably, because you know it gets damn heavy to pound at the same fast speed after certain time. And no matter how kewl you want to be, you're still mortified knowing that you barely lasted a couple of minutes, and you're sure the girls didn't come at all.
Bah. They were still giving you goo goo eyes.
The volume is off, but you know she's moaning loud. Unlike certain someone, who is clearly swallowing down every fucking breath like his life depends on it. But you know an instructor teaches better when showing the matter in practice, so you finally begin touching yourself openly, and start with a deep sigh that makes Okuyasu freeze in place for a second.
You both continue soon after, and unlike Okuyasu, you don't quiet down your coos. You hum at first, bite your lip but only for the nice feeling of your hand around yourself, not to muffle anything. You see the girl's stomach tensing on the video, you know she's close, but the machine stops then. Teasing. That's lovely.
You tease yourself, your thumb stroking your glans, and you let out a short, harsh breath. You don't look, but you can tell that Okuyasu's eyes landed on you for a second before they were back on the screen.
You don't know what he's watching and you're curious, so you finally look over his side.
The first thing you notice is his profile, lit up by the phone lights. He's handsome, you know this, you just never tell him because you feel it's better if he doesn't know it. You don't want to risk him finding out and taking advantage of it. You enjoy having him all for yourself. It's not a weird thing, all friends are a bit possessive with their besties. His nose is arched beautifully, his lips are thick and pretty, his bone structure strong and virile. You bite your lip harder and shut your eyes for a moment, squeezing your dick harder. It's the first moan ever that you muffle down. But then you open your eyes again, now peeking on his screen.
The good ol' in-and-out, a tanned guy with long hair and a petite girl who could be Hispanic, with big boobs. Very pretty, very aesthetic actually. He's all bad ass, she's all cute. The whole room is pink. Josuke hums, satisfied with finding out what kind of shit Okuyasu likes.
Would he see himself in that role? A big, strong biker, submitting a good girl in her pastel house, a tender princess with bouncy auburn curls. All wrapped in leather and chains, his knees dig on her fluffy pink quilt, while he bangs her from behind, making her manicured fingers hold white-knuckled onto her heart shaped pillows.
Hot, very hot. You moan louder, tilting your head to the other side because for a second the long haired guy looks like Okuyasu, and the curvy girl somewhat turned into a tall, pompadoured guy wearing a pink bra.
You can tell Okuyasu's hand is moving faster now, and despite the slight sense of shame that threatens you, you force yourself to look again. No, there's no guy, it's the same pretty woman of before.
It is kinda weird, you admit to yourself, but you don't pay much attention to it. Because you're again glancing at Okuyasu, furtively.
He's biting his lip hard, his brow knitted in pleasure and God, your cock throbs in your hand. You let out a whine and he looks at you.
Your heart kind of stops for a moment. It's like a second of panic. But your hand doesn't stop. You keep on going. Your heart keeps beating. He continues his own task and his eyes are back to his screen. But you'd kill to draw his attention back to you. So you whimper, like you imagine the girl would do.
His eyes are back on you, with an almost pained expression, like he's begging you not to do this to him. But your lips part when his eyes meet yours and you moan louder, and you bite your lip and move your fist furiously.
And then he finally, finally dares. He lets out a shaky breath and before you know you're nodding at him, encouragingly. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a "fuck-" that penetrates your ears and travels down your body and makes you shiver. He looks at you again, and this time you can't hold back a "y-yes...", that sounds so slutty that you'd punch yourself if both your hands weren't so busy. But you get your reward, because he grunts another "fuck" and is staring right at your mouth.
You lick your lips at that, and he licks his lips as well. And you're almost nose to nose now, and he's finally letting out some noises, panting and grunting. You pant too, but your noises are different, you whimper like a wounded dog, he growls like a horny wolf.
You're so close. Both to Okuyasu and to an orgasm. And damn, by now, this is kinda weird. Kinda very fucking weird, and very gay on top of it. So what's stopping you from smashing your mouths together and fucking end it with a bang?
You drop your phone on your chest and reach out, cupping the back of his head and bring him closer. He drops his phone too and in the darkness you make out between muffled wet sounds, tongues licking and teeth nibbling, and that's the last push you need to finally climax, twitching next to your bro to one of the strongest, most intense and best fucking orgasms of your life, even better than when you had real sex with girls. He comes too, and you feel every jerk, every thrust, every breath against you and you kiss him again because bah, fuck it, at this point. He kisses you back, hard, he kind of pins you against the bed and gets on top of you and enjoys the few remaining jerks of his long orgasm against you, and on god you could come a second time if you weren't so worn out.
Once he's finally done with all the twitching and quivering, he rolls off you and lays next to you, breathing hard for a long time. You say nothing.
Now, you are kind of worried. It was very weird, you know that now, and you're afraid of what he may think. Above that, you're afraid of what you are currently thinking. You're thinking that you liked it. You loved it. No, you like Okuyasu. You liked that, and you want to do it again. And again. You're really up to the neck, swimming in a pool of love and lust for Okuyasu that you disguised with friendship and hid under a lot of pictures of motorbikes and hairspray and pin up girls and Italian shoes. But you took a bad step, fell into the pool and now you're drowning.
But he, as usual, comes to save you. Because he sighs deeply, and says, "you were right... It does taste better when you're loud".
You grin in the dark, wondering only now if you were being too loud. You grab your phone, somewhere from underneath your arm, and illuminate the place again, closing the tab with the porn video. Okuyasu does the same.
And then your eyes meet again, now under the light of two phones. He smiles at you so big that you mirror it, and you can't help it. You just say it. Because you just can't keep it for yourself anymore.
"You're so hot, man. So fucking hot".
He blushes, you can tell even under this stupid light.
"Y-you too, bro... Yer damn gorgeous", He says, cringing a bit.
You kiss him again, and he pulls you on top of him, holding your waist firmly. If it's weird, well, you can be weird together.