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It'd been a relatively slow day at Chick-Fil-A, and it was only getting slower as the end of Jason's shift inched closer. He stood outside the establishment, scrolling through his feed between cars when his phone beeped. A notification popped up. Name attached, Gayboy.
'Yoooooo. wanna cum over? im hungry :P'
Jason gave an annoyed puff, but the curl of his lips gave away his amusement. "Fucking fatass," he mumbled, slipping his phone into his back pocket as another car pulled into the drive-through.
A slow, dragging hour and a half later, Jason pulled up outside a dated house, two bags of fried food in one hand and the spare key he'd been given in the other.
He pushed open the front door and stepped into the slightly cluttered entryway, kicked off his shoes, and tossed his keys into the bowl with Andy's. "Door Dash is here, dumbass! Because, apparently, that's what I am..." He called, muttering that last part more to himself than anything.
When he didn't get an immediate response, he made his way into the kitchen, dropped the takeout bags on the table, and turned to the fridge. Various magnets littered the outside. Some spelling obscenities, others names. His eyes drifted over the colorful letters that spelled out 'Andy' before he tugged the door open.
"You heard me, Andy?" He yelled, looking through the various beers that lined the fridge door's shelves. Again, no response. He sighed and snagged a random bottle before letting the door fall shut. Grabbing a bottle opener from the fridge, he popped it open and started down the hall that led deeper into the house. "Fatass! Food!"
That's basically the dinner bell for this idiot. What is he doing?
With an exasperated sigh, he snatched off his work hat and threw it on the living room couch as he passed by. "He's asleep, isn't he?" He must've fallen asleep waiting for me to get off work.
Upon approaching his best friend's room, he froze. He could hear something buzzing on the other side of the slightly ajar door. The dull hum is accompanied by another noise. Something quiet and pitched. A bead of sweat slid past the neckline of his work uniform. Suddenly, a groan broke the previously quiet atmosphere. "J-Jason...!"
... the hell?
A light sensation passes over his head as blood starts its course downward. A weak chuckle passes his lips, something close to disbelief, as he swipes a hand through his hair, chewed nails snagging on black strands. "What a fuckin' gooner..."
Pressing his fingertips to the wood, he gives a push and watches as the door creaks open, revealing Andy. Andy, who was lying on his back, his hand between clenched thighs. From between his legs, Jason could just make out the slick pass of something thick and blue. He could hear it better than he could see it, as Andy continued to fuck himself on what seemed to be an absurdly long dildo.
Jason could see the rosy tip of Andy's leaking cock from over the tops of his thighs. His eyes shifted up from his drooling dick, sweeping over his sweat-sheened tummy and inverted nipples. A palpable heat rested at the top of Jason's cheeks as his eyes raked over his friend's features. Sweat slick hair stuck to his forehead and temples. Soft lips bitten red from holding back his little moans.
"Ungh, Ja- you're here." Jason's heart jumped at the sound of his voice. The breathiness of the boy's words made him wonder just how long he'd been going at it. He could feel a spot forming in his boxers. "Nngh, fuck- imma cum a... again, come help-"
Jason swallowed down a lump he hadn't even realized been forming and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him without a word. A smile slipped onto his face as Andy sped up the closer he got to the bed. "That hungry, huh?"
The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled next to the whining boy. Fingers curled into the front of his work shirt as he swept a hand over Andy's forehead, clearing away the hair stuck to his skin. Big, sparkling, brown eyes stared up into his, silently pleading for him to do something. His hand dropped to the boy's chest, fingers grazing one of the shy buds.
A shiver ran through that lithe body as a fingertip prodded into the divot, swirling around the small peak inside. Jason let the boy squirm for a couple of seconds before sliding his hand down to his stomach, fingers dipping into the soft flesh above his navel.
"I'll help... if you help me."
He watched as Andy's eyes moved down. For a moment, they both paused.
Jason jumped as a featherlight touch ghosted over the zipper along his groin. His eyes darted up to meet Andy's, who was already watching for the other's reaction. He flashed the blonde a smile and rested a hand over his, tugging the fly open in unison.
Thin, large hands slipped between polyester and cotton. Catching the waistband of his boxers, Jason lifted just enough to let Andy drag them down along with his slacks.
"You smell like fries," Andy murmured, peeling the black fabric halfway down thick thighs. Jason's cock sprang free, pre smeared along the angry red head of his cock. Despite his eyes glued to the throbbing appendage, Andy didn't immediately reach for it. Rather, he dug his fingers into the fat of Jason's thighs, tracing the large muscles beneath his skin. A groan left the raven's lips as the boy pressed into flesh where thigh met groin.
Jason could see it on his face, how he licked his lips as his fingers continued to flex near absent-mindedly. It was winter. Andy's favorite time of year. Not because of the holidays and certainly not because of the weather, but because of his friend's yearly bulk. For some reason, Jason wasn't sure why, the blonde absolutely loved when that fat made its return, hiding his normally lean physique under soft, warm pudge. Liked to call it his 'hot dad bod'.
Leaning back just slightly, his hand found Andy's where it was still slotted between his thighs. "Give it here." It took a moment to wrangle it from the boy's slick, but grabby fingers. Jason took hold of the wet silicone, cock twitching at the 'squelch' it gave with the movement. He gave an experimental pump, watching as the flesh enveloping it clenched. God, what he wouldn't do to bury his face in those firm cheeks...
"Fuck-" His eyes snapped down, catching Andy's amused gaze. Wet heat slid down his dick as the cheeky bastard sunk down. His lips sealed around the base, tongue flat along the shaft. The guy wasn't even moving yet, but Jason felt like that was all he really needed to blow a load. Just the soft, damp warmth of his obnoxious, annoyingly endearing friend's mouth.
Then he started to move, bobbing his head back and forth, the coarse hairs at Jason's navel brushing the boy's nose with the occasional deep pass. Biting back a groan, Jason fisted the toy and gave a few twisting pumps, watching in satisfaction as Andy's expression shifted into that of pleasure. A sly grin spread across Jason's lips. If Andy's eyes had been open, maybe he would've noticed something was going through his mind.
But they weren't. And he didn't.
Before he realized what was happening, a hand was weaving through his hair. "Gngh!" He gagged as his head was pushed forward, nose fully buried in dark, curly pubes. His throat spasmed as it tried to accept and reject the intrusion all at once. Using the grip he had on that short blonde hair, Jason fucked Andy's mouth in time with each pass of the vibrant dildo. As he pushed the toy particularly deep, his fingers brushed a small notch at the base. Tearing his eyes from those pretty, scrunched features, he shifted closer, chin brushing past the other's thigh. "Oh...?"
Embedded just slightly into the silicone surface was a switch. "Is this what I was hearing earlier...?" Andy's throat vibrated around him, his hand reaching out to grab at his arm, but he was too late. Not that he could've stopped Jason anyway. The raven flipped the ribbed switch, and the toy hummed to life.
"Nnnh!!" The boy's moans spread through Jason's stomach, slim, guitar-string-rough fingers pushing at the fronts of the broader boy's thighs.
Jason practically cackled as the thing began to writhe, fucking and wiggling into his ass as if it had a mind of its own. "You fucking freak," he laughed, giving the back of Andy's thigh a slap. The blonde's reaction only strengthened that accusation as small spurts of pre splat over Jason's shirt. The fluid quickly seeped into the fabric despite the boy's quick attempt to dab it away with his friend's sheets. Not that they'd help, considering they were already crusty. Nasty bastard. "Ah, damn- gonna have to double wash this thing now."
He tossed the sheet aside and let go of the other's hair. Andy immediately pulled off with a deep breath. His throat bobbed, swallowing down a mix of saliva and pre as he gulped for air.
Jason let him catch his breath, shifting his attention back to where the dildo drilled into Andy's rear. Grabbing hold of one of his thighs, Jason pried the boy's legs open. A small squeak sounded from above. It was funny to him, really. The way he reacted made him seem so innocent, even though he was anything but. Andy was a pervert, through and through. Constant poor attempts at flirting, inappropriate behavior, and just straight up gooning, but as soon as Jason got his hands on the jackass, he turned into a squirming mess.
Puffing a breath through his nose, he took hold of the toy once more and delved down, taking the other's weeping cock between his lips. The weight of it sat nicely on his tongue. He could tell he was close, a steady stream of pre pooling at the back of his mouth. Thighs came down around his head as the boy wriggled against him. Andy's hands found his cock and gave a few tugs before brushing his fingertips along the glans.
Jason suckled at the other's mediocre length, encouraging him to continue as he moved the shifting silicone. He was looking for something specific, but it was much harder to find with a toy than if it were him slotted inside, feeling Andy's walls squeeze down around his length, gobbling him up like a greedy mouth. I wanna put it in...
Warmth enveloped him once more, a mix of the blonde's mouth and hands as he fisted and licked along Jason's shaft. With every little squeeze, he could feel his own pulse against Andy's fingers. Working the boy closer to the edge, Jason breathed through his nose. He could feel a shiver run through the other's body at each pass of soft breath over his testicles. Releasing the toy for one last time, Jason shifted his hand to one of Andy's bony hips and slowly dragged the tips of his fingers down the side of his thigh to the top of his knee. The boy's balls shifted, sack tightening before thick, viscous fluid filled his mouth. Pulling away, he swallowed down what he could before sputtering out a cough at the sudden eruption.
"Damn dude, a little warning next t-" He trailed off as he looked down. Andy still had Jason in hand, tip between spit-slick lips. But he didn't seem to really be there, pupils blown wide, cheeks and ears flushed pink, flat chest rising unevenly with each breath he took. All he seemed capable of was suckling at the cock in front of him.
The sight alone pushed Jason over the edge, his load shooting into the other's pliant mouth, dribbling down his chin and smearing his slightly swollen lips. "A-ah, shit..." He tensed over him, stomach spasming as his orgasm continued to rip through him. After a few more shots of cum that ended up across Andy's chest, Jason sat up and heaved a heavy sigh.
Reaching behind the blissed-out boy, he switched the toy off and gently worked it out of his spent, pink hole. The quiet noises that left his lips as it scraped his prostate had Jason twitching back to life. But he pushed it down. Finally fully extracting the way too long dildo, he tossed it aside, ignoring the way that sweet pucker fluttered at its absence. How accessible it was... How easy it'd be to slip inside that slick heat and just-
"J-Jason." His head snapped toward Andy as he spoke up for the first time since he'd shoved his cock down his throat.
"Yes, bunny?"
"Can we cuddle...? No homo, of course."
Jason wanted to scoff at that, seeing as they'd just spent the last 10 minutes sucking each other off and ramming 11 inches up the skinny boy's ass, but he held off. For now.
"Sure."
He'd give him a hearty lesson for breakfast tomorrow.
They slept peacefully through the rest of the night, food forgotten on the kitchen table. Jason's $20 wasted. Worth it.