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“Matt? Can you sit still? We’re like an hour into The Phantom Menace and you haven’t stopped shifting around.”
“I mean, not really, man, I can’t like, get comfortable or relax, I’m just- look, I’m not gonna lie, it’s been a few days since I had a chance to jerk off, I’m way too horny right now.”
“Gross! You’re telling me you’re getting hard while looking at Jar Jar Binks?”
“Come on! You’re actually paying attention to this? Wouldn’t you rather be watching something else?”
“Of course I would rather watch something else! I wanted to skip the prequels, but you said-”
“They provide essential backstory! Plus Darth Maul is so sick, I mean come on, the horns and the double sided lightsaber and he cuts him in half and -”
“Yeah, I get it Matt, we don’t need to go over this again.”
“Yeah, okay, well maybe you were right, I can’t watch this right now.”
“So we can put on Episode IV?”
“What? No, no, if anything we would just go to Episode II, that’s where they start getting good anyway,” Matt says. “No, I mean like, I - we should watch, like, you know, porn or something,” nervously licking his lips. He wants to seem as confident about this as he does with all his other ideas in order to convince Jay, but his voice comes out quiet and weak. He hopes Jay won’t notice.
Jay’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Gross, why would I want to sit here and watch you jerk off?”
“You would be jerking off, too, in this scenario! We would be watching the porn, looking at boobies! What? Why would you be watching me, that’s crazy. That’s pretty gay, Bird, why would you think of that?” Maybe if Matt can make Jay feel like the weird one here, he might feel embarrassed and confused enough to stop protesting and go along with his plan.
Sure enough, Jay’s face shifts from disgust to shame as he shrinks away a bit, eyes darting around the room. “I - yeah, of course I wouldn’t be watching you, I’d be looking at the girl, too…”
“Okay, then it’s fine. Nothing weird about that. I’ll go ahead and change it.” Before Jay can protest, Matt runs off to find a sexy tape.
Panicking, Matt bounds up the stairs, randomly grabs a tape from under the bunk bed, and half-falls back down before Jay can change his mind. Matt stumbles to the television and switches the tape from The Phantom Menace to the porn. Breathing heavily, he lands back on the couch next to Jay.
The porn tape starts playing from where Matt last left off, which was only a couple of minutes in - a Japanese woman is laying on a massage table, getting oil rubbed over her naked body. The masseuse begins to fondle her breasts. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Matt asks, “Is this okay, Bird? You like this?”
“Yeah, sure, this is fine,” Jay mutters.
“You know, it’s kind of ironic, cause often Asian women are the ones working as the -”
“Shut up, Matt.”
“Okay, okay, sorry.” Matt covertly glances over and sees Jay’s pants beginning to rise. Without thinking, he begins to palm himself over his jeans. Fuck. I said we’re supposed to be watching the video, not each other. He tries to refocus his attention to the lady on screen, but his eyes keep floating back to Jay, whose hand is already in his pants. Jay seems to be intently focused on the screen, and Matt allows his head to turn towards his friend. Matt begins to relax into this position, reaching below his underwear to grab his cock and letting out a small moan, when suddenly Jay glances over at him.
“Matt?” Jay asks, eyebrows furrowing, almost concerned. “Why are you looking at me?”
“I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Questions,” Matt gives a forced laugh. “I mean, if you want to look at each other that’s totally fine, you know, I suppose that’s normal for this kind of situation, there’s a natural curiosity, I guess, it’s different than jerking off alone.”
“Sure, I guess that could be the case,” Jay calms, not looking away from Matt, but not resuming yet. Matt wordlessly maintains eye contact and slowly begins to stroke himself again as audible breaths escape his slightly parted lips.
“Fuck, MJ,” Jay sighs as he frees himself from his pants to start beating off again, turning towards Matt and scooting slightly closer to him on the couch.
Matt shivers, feeling Jay’s words in his dick. “Oh yeah, you like that, Bird? You like me watching you?” That elicits a moan of agreement from Jay. Matt pushes further, “You like watching me get off to you?” Jay grimaces a little, but again delivers a high-pitched moan in response.
Matt can’t take it much more - it’s a miracle he hasn’t come already. “Take off your pants,” he commands, already getting up to do the same. Matt’s torn jeans and underwear drop to the floor, and before Jay can finish sliding his below his waist, Matt is already crouched in front of him, yanking them from his ankles and tossing them across the room. Instead of returning to his spot on the couch, Matt is frozen as he looks back and realizes the position he is in, staring up at his friend’s face from between his knees, his erection standing between them.
“MJ?” Jay whines, “Are you going to…”
“Do you… want me to?” Matt responds, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He didn’t expect this to happen, and he was a little mad that their roles weren’t reversed, but he couldn’t deny that the prospect was incredibly exciting to him.
“I don’t - I mean, if you really want to, but you don’t have to-”
Matt sighs in frustration. He wants to ask again and again until he has Jay pleading for it, but he does not have the patience at this point. Instead, he wordlessly grabs the base of Jay’s dick in one hand and places his wet, open mouth over the tip. Jay almost shouts a deep moan and bucks his hips forward, pushing his dick into the back of Matt’s throat. They both recoil in surprise and discomfort, Matt coughing and sputtering.
“Fuck, MJ, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Matt says between coughs, regaining his composure. “It’s literally fine, just like, hold your horses, man.”
“I’m sorry Matt, I mean, what are we even doing? You don’t have to do this,” Jay says soberly, backing up.
Matt’s heart nearly stops. This is terrible, Jay can’t be backing out now. He doesn’t know whether it would be more embarrassing to stop now or beg Jay to let him continue. On second thought, the latter choice is certainly more embarrassing, and yet the next words out of his mouth are somehow, “No, please, Bird, it’s okay,” as he rests his hands on Jay’s knees and assuredly rubs his thighs to keep him in place. Matt visibly cringes a little at his own desperation, feeling a pit form in his stomach.
For what it’s worth, it seems to work. “Fine, if you want to, we can keep going,” Jay grants. Matt hates the way Jay said that, like he’s doing Matt a favor by graciously allowing him to choke on his dick. Maybe that’s not inaccurate, though.
Although he feels a bit sick from the coughing and Jay’s words, Matt repositions himself. Instead of jumping right into it this time, Matt gently touches his lips to the bottom of Jay’s cock, kissing up and down the shaft. Relishing in Jay’s moans, he begins licking in the same pattern.
“Oh, fuck, please, MJ,” Jay groans, gently grabbing Matt’s head and steering him towards his tip, “Please take it.” Matt almost cums right then.
Slowly, Matt lowers his mouth over Jay’s dick, bobbing up and down as he reaches lower and lower until he is near the base. He can’t go much further without gagging again. Jay’s hands grip his hair harder, but he restrains himself from pushing Matt any further down. They begin to ease into a coordinated rhythm. Somehow, Matt is enjoying this even more than he imagined - he feels grateful that his friend is letting him do this. His eyes water from both the emotion and the strain on his throat. His dick is throbbing, leaking precum onto the floor.
“Oh God, you’re so good. You’re so into this. You love this, don’t you, you pervert? You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” Jay’s words feel like a punch to the gut, which somehow makes Matt even harder, and he moans onto Jay’s dick. Sliding back and catching his breath, Matt huffs, “Can I please fuck you?”
Jay stares back at him, an inscrutable expression on his face - it looks like a mix of disgust, amusement, and pity, but maybe that’s just Matt’s imagination. “No, MJ, please just keep going, I’m so close.” Strangely, Matt only feels a little sting at the rejection - he expected this response, if not worse. He does as he’s told, and sure enough, he soon hears Jay whimper as a hot salty fluid fills his throat. “Fuck, I’m sorry, sorry Matt, thank you,” Jay pants.
Matt backs away and manages to swallow - spitting it out just seems rude and disgusting, how is that even an option, he thinks. Now he had a problem - Jay wasn’t the only one who had been getting close, but Matt hadn’t been touched at all, besides by himself a few times. “Jaybird, hey, could I maybe, uh, get some help with my whole situation too?” He can sense Jay’s reluctance - he’s spent, and probably wouldn’t want to touch him in any case. “Come on, you wouldn’t be so rude as to shoot a load down my throat and then leave me to finish myself off, would you?” Matt laughs nervously. It wasn’t his most subtle guilt trip, but he was feeling desperate. His fear of the scenario he described already had him nearly on the verge of tears.
“Sure, yeah, you’re right, that would be rude, I’m sorry,” Jay resigns.
Not exactly enthusiastic consent, but he’ll take it. Matt lifts himself from the floor to the couch, spreading his legs and leaning back slightly to make himself more accessible to Jay. They lock eyes, faces inching closer as Jay leans in to touch him. As soon as he feels the light touch of Jay’s hand on his dick, he moans, “Oh, fuck, Bird,” throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He quickly resets himself so he can see Jay’s face again - he looks so beautiful right now, face flushed, eyes transfixed on Matt’s dick as he strokes it. He wants so badly to kiss him, and it takes everything he has to restrain himself - he knows that after everything he’s already done tonight, that would probably push Jay over the line completely. This wave of self-control had to come from somewhere, and as it had previously been directed toward not immediately cumming from Jay’s touch, he could barely squeak out a “Fuck Jay I’m gonna-” before he was spilling all over his best friend’s hand.
Both panting heavily, Jay looked at Matt with a bit of surprise before quickly getting up, holding his dry hand under his wet one to avoid dripping Matt’s semen everywhere. “I gotta go get cleaned up.”
“Yeah, yeah, go, of course.”
Jay walked upstairs and started the shower while Matt sighed, staring at the ceiling.
“You’ve really fucked up now, Matty,” he says to himself. He suddenly realizes the porn tape is still playing in the background and turns off the TV.