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“Wait, wait, stop.”
“No,” Jay whined.
Matt kicked Jay in the shin. “Dude!”
“Ow! God, fine.” Jay took his hand off his cock. He lifted it palm-forward into the air, matching Matt on the other couch.
The curtains were shut tight. At this distance, Matt could just barely make out Jay’s expression in the dark. He could tell Jay’s pants were pulled down around his knees, and if he let himself look then he could see Jay’s cock standing up in his lap.
“Just gimme a second,” Matt said. He kept his hand in the air beside his head and squinted to check that Jay was still doing the same.
Their living room table was pushed halfway to the TV and held a laptop at full-volume. It blared and flashed, playing a random POV clip Jay had found on the front page of their usual site. He and Matt watched in sticky tension while the camera zoomed in for gonzo shots of the action.
“Okay, go.” Matt grabbed for his cock and tried to be slow, but he failed out the gate with a rough and quick series of tugs. “No, no, stop, shit.”
“Are you kidding, man?” Jay leaned forward to hit pause and set his hands on his knees. “Is it the video? I can choose another one. Or you could, I guess.”
“Nah,” Matt waved it off. “It’s an even day, you get to choose.” He shifted his weight and his cock bobbed with the movement, hard and impatient. “Besides, it’s not the video. It’s me, it’s why we’re doing this.”
“Right. Yeah,” Jay sighed. “Me too, I guess.”
Matt stared at the computer screen and pressed his sweaty palms into the couch to avoid touching himself. Working on stamina together had been his idea. Something furtive, something he knew he could get Jay to agree to. “Hey, you’re doing better today, right?”
Jay fidgeted his knees closer together. His white t-shirt looked blue in the light. “Only in comparison to you,” he said.
Matt pulled his jeans all the way down to his feet and then off, needing something to do while he waited. “Well, you’re lucky that you get to compare yourself with me at all.”
“I dunno, Matt.” Jay ran his hands up and down his thighs, tense. “I think this is pretty lame at our age.”
“Not if no one knows,” Matt tried to reassure him. “Like a Schroedinger’s thing. If we never open the box—you know, never tell anyone—then we never find out what’s inside.” He kicked his pants away and dragged his briefs off too. “Or how lame we may or may not be. Or if we’re dead. You see?”
The couch creaked when Jay leaned back on it. His stupid musician jeans sat around his ankles, his button-up lay on the floor. “Uh. No. I don’t follow.”
“You don’t have to get it.” Matt tilted the laptop another degree in his direction. “I’m the smart one, you’re the pretty one.”
Jay shook his head and scoffed. “Don’t talk like that right now.”
Matt grinned over at him. “Why, you afraid you’ll catch feelings?”
“Eugh, no.”
“Boo-hoo, my poor heart,” Matt said. He scooted toward the corner where their couches met and bumped his knee against Jay’s. “I’m gonna get too sad to jack it with you anymore, Jaybird. What should we do to cheer me back up?”
“What’re you saying, dude?” Jay shifted further away on the other couch. “You’re talking like a freak.”
“Shocker.” Matt rolled his eyes. “You already knew that, and now you don’t let me choose our video every day.” He sat all the way against the edge of the couch, leaned forward to put a hand on the table. “It’s honestly rude that you think you’re so much better than me.”
Jay moved his legs out of Matt’s reach. “It’s not rude if I am better than you. Some of the stuff you watch isn’t normal, man.”
“Ooh, ouch,” Matt laughed. “But I think I remember one of my choices you really liked.” He defeated the urge to lean over and shake Jay’s shoulder.
“No, I didn’t, and I don’t wanna talk about it,” Jay said. Matt couldn’t see Jay’s face well in the dark, but from the whiny sound of his voice he was over there doing his dumbest pout. The one he brought out when Matt’s teasing hit on something actually interesting.
“Fine, fine,” Matt pretended to relent. “It’s an even day. You’re right.”
“Right. It’s my day.” Jay waved at the computer. “So should I unpause it, or do you need a longer break?”
Matt checked the time. “Just a minute, I think.”
“Alright,” Jay sighed. He let his head fall down to the back of the couch and closed his eyes to take a few deep breaths, before he shot up to glare at Matt. “What time is it? Matt! Don’t tell me you’re thinking of—” He saw Matt had pulled the computer over. “You’re already doing it.”
“You figured it out, then?” Matt dug through swathes of noxious browser history, hunting a video he’d put on sometime last week. Jay had been glued to it, then refused to say why even through his best interrogation tactics. Jay never held out on him like that unless it was really fucking good.
“That’s low.” Jay kicked Matt in the ankle. “Dragging it out til midnight? That’s actually so stupid.”
Matt didn’t bother reacting to Jay’s kick. He scrolled further back until he found the right date. “I thought it was fun, but you never liked fun anyway.”
“I do like—whatever.” Jay put a hand over his forehead and groaned. “That’s why you were hitting that even day line so hard. Did you plan this the whole time?”
“I should lie and say yeah, but no. Not a plan. Just taking my chances as I see ‘em.” Matt shrugged at Jay over the top of the screen. “You should consider trying that out someday.”
Jay watched Matt turn the computer back to face them both. He grimaced, recognizing the video before Matt started it in full screen. “Jesus. I should get up and walk away.”
“Kinda pointless.” Matt circled his finger around the room, indicating the whole place. “None of our doors lock.”
“Seriously?” Jay griped. “You’d really just follow me? I’ll call someone—no, I should actually call someone.” He started bracing himself to stand up, to grab his phone or something equally useless.
Matt stayed put. “Call who? And say what?”
Jay sat his weight back down on his couch with a heavy huff. “You’re being such an asshole.”
“Wow, suck the joy out of it harder.” Matt relaxed back on the other couch and wrapped his hand around his cock. “Go, by the way.”
“You’re still—that’s sick, man.”
“So? You are too.” Matt gestured at Jay, naked from stomach to thigh. “Look at you, dick out on the couch, cranking it in the front room like a sex criminal.”
“Matt, this was literally your idea.” Jay watched Matt from the corner of his eye. He twitched a hand toward his hips and let it rest close enough to brush his half-hard shaft.
“You still did it,” Matt said. He tightened his grip and brought himself all the way back up after their break. “You’ve still been doing it for months. Every time I ask, Birdie, every single time.” He nodded down at Jay’s hand. “Gonna do it this time too. Why is that, eh?”
Jay jerked his eyes away from Matt and landed on the laptop. “Well—just—for the same reasons as you,” he stammered. “Like what you said when you suggested it.”
“Remind me, what’d I say?”
“Don’t make me say it. Come on.” Jay gave a resigned sigh and gripped the base of his cock. “Let’s just be done talking and finish this.”
Matt laughed. “If you’re gunning to finish first again, you better get that shirt off. I don’t want it getting dirty yet.”
Jay shook his head and didn’t look at Matt sneering from the other couch. “I really, really wish you’d shut up.” He focused on the video and angled himself away from Matt.
“Nah. You don’t.” Matt made a ring with his thumb and finger and pulled it up and down his cock, atypically patient. “You wouldn’t do this with me if you hated it that much.” He kept his eyes on Jay and squinted against the glare of the screen for any hint of detail.
“It’s just something we do, Matt. It doesn’t mean anything,” Jay said. There was hardly enough light at this angle, but Matt could see Jay’s elbow moving while he worked steadily at his cock.
“I think it might mean something,” Matt prodded.
Jay looked over at Matt to scowl. “What the hell would it mean?” He caught himself and turned back away.
Matt recognized Jay’s high-strung moves and bitchy attitude. “It means I’m gonna last longer than you—again—and you’re gonna hand your shirt over to me. Again.” He started to stroke himself faster. “It’s pathetic,” Matt jeered. “How am I supposed to get better when my only competition can’t hold out longer than a few minutes?”
“No, I can, I’m not—stop. Fuck.” Jay exhaled hard through his nose and held a hand up next to his head.
“Bird!” Matt put his hand up. He grinned so hard it hurt. “What’s that for, then? You like when I talk mean to you?”
“I do not like when you talk to me. Let’s just be done with this. Go.” Jay tried to turn further away from Matt and couldn’t with the arm of the couch in the way.
“Stop.”
“Matt,” Jay warned.
“Alright, I’ll say go again after you tell me why you’re being so surly.” Matt stuck out his lower lip to pout over at Jay. “You should be grateful, it’s my day and I put on your favorite video to be nice.”
“It’s not my—never mind,” Jay said out the side of his mouth. He was ruining Matt’s fun by paying strict attention to the laptop. “And I’m not telling you anything.”
Matt crossed his arms. “You didn’t wanna talk to me about it before either.” He nodded at the video, at Jay’s lap. “This doesn’t loosen your lips?”
“Not at all.”
“Shame.” Matt gave a giant sigh and threw himself over to the other couch, sitting right next to Jay. “Do I need to take a more hands-on approach here?”
“Whoa, no, what the fuck are you doing?” Jay scrambled to pull his knees up and put his hands out protectively. “Don’t touch me, seriously, Matt.”
“Oh my god, you’re actually afraid that I will!” Matt cackled.
“No, uh, no,” Jay unfolded himself and pressed his back against the corner of the couch. “I’m not. I wasn’t.”
“Okay, then, go. Watch your video and I’ll stay on this side.” Matt was pleased. He had a clearer view of everything from here. “Normal rules.”
“Right.” Jay shuffled his legs. “Good.” He hesitated before gripping his cock and running a hand up and down it, wary, watchful.
The porn played out on their coffee table. Two men sandwiched a woman between them and groped at her all over. Each cut skipped forward until the three of them were arranged absurdly on a daybed, and both men fucked the woman while their cocks rubbed together inside her.
Matt’s eyes darted between Jay and the screen while he worked at his cock. He saw Jay’s knee twitch. “Is it the girl?” he asked.
Jay didn’t answer. He curled around to try and hide, but he sped up what he was doing.
“So it’s the guys?”
“No. Shut up,” Jay threw over his shoulder.
“Stop.” Matt reached over and whacked Jay’s arm. “Stop! What is it, then?”
Jay flinched away. “You’re so—it’s the whole thing.” He rubbed his elbow like he was trying to clean Matt off it. “What they’re doing.”
“Oh, the towering. Yeah, no, I get that. Go.” Matt started up again, didn’t bother looking away from Jay.
“You get it?” Jay acted like he couldn’t feel Matt’s eyes boring extra holes in him. He went back to intently stroking up and down his cock. Matt could make out the way he left his pinky finger sticking up, like he was at some dumb tea party with his dick.
“Bet it’s hard to find someone you’d do it with, though.” The couch cushions stuck to Matt’s thighs when he shifted even closer to Jay. “I wonder—you got a shortlist? Any standout candidates?”
“Don’t start that.” Jay kept his face aimed at the laptop. “Don’t even joke about that.”
Matt leaned over and bumped his shoulder into Jay. “Ooh, did I get a little too close to something?”
Jay tried to pull back. “You’re too close, period. Get away from me.”
“Just trying to see.” Matt put his leg against Jay’s and let it stay there.
“See what?” Jay slammed his knee into Matt’s. “Man, move.”
“Ouch, Bird!” Matt pushed right back, scooted even closer. “C’mon, be nice. I gotta study the technique if we’re gonna find a girl and pull this off.”
“We are not pulling anything off!”
“Uh, we literally are,” Matt said. He glanced down at Jay’s lap to confirm. The head of Jay’s cock pointed up at the ceiling and Jay’s fingers were still curled tight. “Together. On the same couch.”
Jay bumped Matt’s leg again, not as hard this time. “We’re not doing this together, that’s not—”
“No, I’m pretty sure we’re doing this together.” Matt pressed his side up against Jay and didn’t budge. He tightened his grip on himself, dragged up and down faster. “That’s why you like it, right? That’s why you can never last longer than ten minutes?”
“Neither can you,” Jay accused. His right shoulder climbed into his ear as he tried to bend his elbow without touching Matt. “You’re—you shouldn’t even be able to talk so much right now.”
“Oh yeah? Why shouldn’t I be talking?”
“‘Cause…” Jay closed his eyes. “Because you’re—you know. Close.”
Matt hitched a laugh out. “You can tell?”
Jay darted his gaze back to the video and avoided touching Matt wherever he could. “Yeah, fine, I can tell.”
“Been paying close attention to me all this time?” Matt asked. “God, of course.” He leaned hard on Jay. “That’s why you put on such boring shit, because you’re not even gonna watch it. You’re just gonna drool over my dick in the dark.”
“You fucking wish,” Jay panted. Matt could feel Jay’s breath shallowing out, speeding up.
“How hard would I have to wish? Would I have to be dying?” Matt wrapped his free arm around Jay’s shoulders. “Oh, Jay, awful news—I think I’ve got adult SIDS and I won’t make it til morning.” He leaned his head against Jay’s. “Will you pretty please give me one last blowie so I can die happy?”
Jay shrunk down under Matt’s arm. “You don’t mean that, dude, don’t talk all fucked up like that.”
“Maybe I would mean it if you didn’t have those teeth, but you do, so—maybe not.” Matt put his heel on top of Jay’s right foot.
“Ugh, Matt, what?”
“Your fuckin’ fangs, man?” Matt gave an exaggerated shudder and Jay shook with it too. “But when I really consider it…” He curled his hand up into Jay’s hair and yanked. “I bet I could train you up fast. I’d make sure you got plenty of practice in, at least.”
Jay gasped involuntarily when his mouth got pulled open. He was washed-out the laptop’s blue light. “Practice? Train me?”
“Easy, it’d be too easy,” Matt crooned; he loosened up on his cock and slowed down. “Look how simple it was to get you started doing this. Barely an ‘oh, I dunno,’ before you whipped it right out for me that first time, you remember?”
“I didn’t—”
“No, you did.” Matt pointed Jay’s head over at the other couch. “Hey, you know how I started all the way over there? But now I’m here, and I got you pressed up underneath my arm.”
Matt let go of Jay’s hair and pulled on his ear. “It only took a little pushing, eh? So I’m gonna keep asking, keep pushing,” Matt promised. He shoved his weight up against Jay. “‘Cause you’re fun to push around, Birdie. And I know you like it when I do.”
“You—what?” Jay swallowed. His elbow thudded into Matt’s side while he continued to work himself. “I like it?”
“There you are, see? I knew you’d catch on.” Matt pulled his arm up and gave Jay a scrap of space. “Go ahead and take your shirt off.”
“Why?”
“Same reason as always. I get to use it to clean up when I beat you. So take it off for me.”
Jay wrestled for enough room to pull his shirt off over his head, then tossed it to hang over the back of the couch. “Okay, now what?”
“Oh my god, this is way better.” Matt’s cock pulsed in his grip. “I told you that you could be good, I told you.” He took hold of Jay by the hair again and shook Jay’s head back and forth a few times. “You do wanna be good for me, right?”
“Not for you—for—” Jay stammered.
“Uh-huh, okay. For that?” Matt turned Jay’s face back to the laptop, still blasting obscene noises. “I can pretend to believe you, if that’s what you need,” he murmured.
Jay tried to duck his head; he didn’t answer.
“Yeah, I believe you.” Matt curled his fingers deep into Jay’s hair and scratched down to scalp. “I believe how you’re making those whiny little sounds like a bitch in heat.” He circled tight around his cock and watched Jay imitate him. “I definitely believe you every time I catch you staring over at me.”
“Don’t even… I don’t look at you,” Jay mumbled.
“Couldn’t catch you if I wasn’t looking too, Jaybird.” Matt let go of Jay’s hair to flick him in the side of the neck. “Don’t be stupid.”
“Oh,” Jay breathed out, and started to match his moves to Matt’s speed.
“Yeah, ‘oh,’” Matt mocked. He shook Jay’s shoulder once and held on tight. “You really are that dumb, huh?”
“No, man, I’m not.”
“Then why’d I have to get us all the way here? I put in weeks of work! Months!” Matt put his thumb and forefinger around the back of Jay’s neck. He twisted the fingers of his other hand under the head of his cock, mirroring.
Jay rolled his shoulders against Matt’s hand. “This isn’t work.”
“Maybe not for you,” Matt agreed. He shimmied impossibly closer to Jay. Both of them sped up handling their hard cocks in unhesitant symmetry. “But I’ve been working real hard to get you to admit it. Toiling away over here.”
“Get—” Jay’s breath snagged when Matt held on harder. “Get me to admit what?”
Matt sighed and watched it ruffle Jay’s hair. “Guess I’m still working, then.”
“No, come on,” Jay squirmed. His every move jabbed at Matt’s body. “Admit what?”
“Nah, nah. You’ll get there.” Matt felt Jay burning up next to him, starting to jolt every now and again. “You’re getting there already, I think.”
Jay forced a weak chuckle. “So you can tell, too?”
“‘Course I can. Go faster,” Matt urged. He demonstrated, twisting and pulling at the length of his cock, leaking pre-come over his knuckles.
“No, I—we’re supposed to—”
“Man, who gives a fuck?” Matt added the rest of his fingers to his grip on the back of Jay’s neck. He exhaled into Jay’s ear. “Go. Faster.”
“Yeah, okay, okay,” Jay complied, echoed Matt’s enthusiasm and pace. “But I’m—oh god, Matt, I’m gonna—” He bit off a voice-breaking sound and twitched under Matt’s arm as he came, shivered a little while he wrung himself out.
“Good, good job. Really good, fuck, Bird, you’re so good.” Matt could feel the front of Jay’s throat working under his fingertips; his gaze locked onto Jay’s come-covered cock. He buried his face in Jay’s shoulder and gasped, came too, hot and sudden over his lap.
The computer’s glow cut jagged shapes over them on the couch. Jay let his head relax back, neck still in Matt’s hold, and closed his eyes.
Matt exhaled huge. He unhooked himself from around Jay, then sat up and reached for the back of the couch, pulled the shirt out from behind Jay’s head. Matt used Jay’s shirt to thoroughly wipe off his hand and cock before throwing it into Jay’s face. “Aaand there’s another point for MJ.”
“Ugh!” Jay scrambled to yank the sticky shirt away. “Hate you,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, yeah.” Matt hauled himself up from the couch and grabbed his pants, underwear. He shut the laptop and cut off the sound. His chest heaved; he couldn’t slow his heart back down. “Not enough.”