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John had always been fascinated by piercings. Since high school he’s been constantly adorned with pieces of metal in almost every part of his body. He had hoops through both nostrils, almost every single ear piercing you could get, and a little silver ball sat on his tongue. He even had eyebrow and lip piercings at one point, though he didn’t wear them anymore. It was a unique aspect of him. The first thing you’d notice while catching a glance. He also had a few shitty stick and poke tattoos that he’d done himself as a stupid teenager.
Smitty had zero piercings or tattoos. The idea had crossed his mind a few times over the years, but, admittedly, he was too scared. John had told him that they hurt, and he had learned that his pain tolerance wasn’t too high.
While on Tyler’s podcast, when they were all way too drunk to filter themselves (not that they ever filtered themselves too much to begin with), Smitty learned another thing. Well, maybe a few things.
“So, John,” Tyler was reading off of his phone where he had a pre-prepared note full of questions for the two youtubers, “why do you have so many piercings?” he posed, gesturing his hand vaguely to the brunet’s face.
John took a minute to think, mindlessly tapping the rim of his half-full glass as he did so.
Smitty was staring at him, trying to memorise each individual piece of jewellery that sat in his best friend’s left ear. There was a snake crawling down the outer part, and a little heart was snuggled into his rook. He had an industrial bar at the top, and Smitty wondered how much that hurt. The rest of his ear was filled with little studs and hoops, all silver in colour. He knew he matched them for a reason. John was all about fashion and aesthetics.
“I guess I’m a bit of a masochist,” John finally replied, looking up at Smitty for a brief moment and then turning to the other two across the table.
“What, like, you get off on it?” the room burst into laughter. Anthony followed it up with a joke about John masterbating while getting pierced, which made the group erupt in another fit of hysteria.
“No, no, not exactly. Sexually, yeah, but… I don’t know, there’s just something so satisfying about the pain to me. And you gotta admit it looks fucking sick, right?” John was talking a lot with his hands, something he did while drunk. He looked around the room at his friends for confirmation.
Smitty was still processing what his comment about sex. John was a very open person, especially while shitfaced. But was he being serious? Did he get off on being hurt? Sometimes even Smitty had a hard time telling when John was joking or not.
Everyone was nodding in agreement to John’s last statement, all replying with some form of “fuckin’ dope dude,”, but Smitty decided that he was gonna be himself and try and get a rise out of his best friend, something that had turned into a regular hobby of his.
He got extra close to his microphone and spoke in a slightly deeper but playful voice while side eyeing him, “yeah man, you look so sexy with all your piercings,”. John just smirked back at him, thanking him while raising his hand for a high five.
If Anthony or Tyler recognised the rise in tension in the room, they appeared to ignore it. Tyler perked up and asked another question, “do you have any anywhere else?”
A mischievous glint appeared in John’s eyes and he just could not stop smiling.
After a moment of heavy silence Anthony sighed defeatedly, “where is it John?”. However, the brunet just stayed silent with that stupid smirk plastered on his face. He sat back in his chair, arms folded over his chest with a look that dared them to pry deeper.
Smitty was grinning at him now, “what? Do you have your dick pierced or something? You know you can’t show that on YouTube right?”
John looked over at him and raised his eyebrows suggestively, “you wanna find out?”. That caused Smitty to swallow thickly, before quickly resorting to their go-to high five situation when their jokes got too much.
Holy shit. He was suddenly too hot underneath his shirt.
“Nah, but really, it is interesting,” John stood up and before anyone in the room could process what was happening, he whipped off his white shirt. Smitty’s eyes just about leapt out from his skull.
John had his nipples pierced.
“Oh my god,” was all that came out of Tyler’s mouth while Anthony had rolled back in his chair, letting out one of his signature belly laughs.
Smitty’s mouth went impossibly dry. In an oasis of pale skin sat two silver bars piercing two pink mountains. He was overcome with the desire to reach out and touch them, feel them underneath the pads of this fingers. His eyes wondered down where he noticed a delicate trail of soft brown hair that disappeared under the waistline of his jeans. The younger was bombarded with mental images of John beneath him, bare chested, nipples and jewellery on display before quickly shaking them away.
What the fuck?
In an attempt to gain an ounce of composure back, Smitty had to look away and drink a few gulps from his water glass. He should not be thinking about that. John was his best friend for fucks sake. And not to mention the fact that Smitty was very very straight. Like, extremely straight.
John was too preoccupied with the two laughing idiots across the table to notice his best friend’s existential crisis beside him. He absolutely loved his nipple piercings. It was like a special surprise that he could unveil at a moment's notice. They always went down well with whoever he was sleeping with too.
Smitty finally dared to look back up into John’s face and was met with playful eye contact from the elder, like he was just dying to know what he thought of them. In order for his reaction to not look weird, he realised he needed to say something. Something witty, something funny as to not draw attention to his flushed cheeks.
His hands were shaking slightly as he brought the mic up to his mouth and gained enough strength to half-heartedly tell John to put his tits away before Tyler got demonetised. They all laughed and John slipped his shirt back on and sat down again, sending a huge grin towards Smitty.
At this point, Smitty was much too busy trying to stop all the blood rushing down to his dick to really focus on anything that was going on around him. It really didn’t help that John somehow immediately moved on to pegging.
Going around the table, John asked each of the guys if they would consider being pegged before going on a weird rant about pegging and the male g-spot. Smitty couldn’t help but wonder if he had any experience with that. And then he couldn’t help but feel arousal flow through every vein at the images of John being fucked from behind that his brain helpfully conjured up.
The last twenty minutes of the podcast felt like they dragged on for years. John was even worse than before, engaged in an extremely detailed conversation with Anthony about being ‘milked’ and having your asshole blown into. Smitty was having a hard time keeping his own horniness to a minimal, and John being very outwardly sexual was not helping. The youngest of the group was constantly trying to move away from masterbation and sex toys but ultimately to no avail. They were pretty much unhinged, especially John who was way too drunk for his own good.
After trying for the millionth time to make sure John was speaking into the microphone properly, the elder had seemingly had enough, “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid,”. Smitty’s mouth fell open in shock as John stupidly continued, “you just keep pushing my mouth towards the phallic shaped object,”. The brunet may have dropped the microphone a little too quickly to not be slightly suspicious. His eagerness to cover his lap with his hands may not have helped either. Nobody seemed to notice and he hoped to whatever higher power that John or either of the idiots sat across from them didn’t bring it up.
Tyler couldn’t wrap the chaotic session up quick enough. After they had all said their goodbyes to one another with the plan of meeting back up at some point the next day, Smitty near enough sprinted to the first bathroom he saw from the lobby of the fancy hotel they were all staying at. He needed to get away from John for a second. They were sharing a room so the concept of privacy was basically non-existent.
By the time he rushed himself into one of the stalls, he’d managed to significantly calm both himself and his dick down. Even though something deep inside him was protesting, he chalked the intimate feelings towards his best friend up to the copious amounts of alcohol they had all consumed before and during the podcast. After giving himself a half-assed pep-talk, he quickly exited the stall, washed his hands even though he never even unbuttoned his jeans, and returned to the lobby.
Waiting for him was a lanky brunet covered in metal.
“Was wondering where you ran off to,” the elder mumbled as he bumped into his shoulder cutely. Smitty couldn’t tell if he meant to do that or just stumbled over his own feet.
“Oh, hey, was just…usin’ the…bathroom there,” The younger spluttered nervously, pointing back awkwardly toward the room he’d just come from. God, why was he acting like this?
“Thought we’d agreed to hold hands while we peed?” John spoke with a faux pout. Smitty managed a brief smile, thinking back to just a few minutes ago.
“Sorry bud, next time,”
They made their way over to the elevators after deciding that trying to walk up the multiple flights of stairs in their condition was definitely a health hazard. The ride was unusually silent. Smitty was busy staring at the rings decorating John’s fingers and wondering if the metal would feel cold against his own.
Once they were back in their shared hotel room, John immediately flopped face first onto the nearest bed. “Oh, John, that’s my bed,” Smitty stood awkwardly behind him.
“Don’t care,” he could hear the brunet mumble, his voice muffled by the white bedding.
“O-kay,” the younger sighed.
He walked over to the little desk tucked into the corner and grabbed one of the clear glasses that sat there. He then went and filled the glass with water from the bathroom. “Hey,” Smitty gained the attention of the elder, “drink this,”, he offered the glass of water to him once he’d finally sat up. He felt like he was babysitting. Although he couldn’t deny the way his heart skipped a tiny beat at the soft smile and grateful thanks that he got from John.
Smitty’s mind then wandered back to John’s…odd behaviour during the podcast. That was weird, wasn’t it? And the way that he felt towards him was weird.
“Can I ask you something J? And you know you can tell me anything, you’re my best friend,” It was definitely the alcohol loosening his tongue that finally made him ask, “are you…gay?”
John was laying on his bed, star-fished on his back. The question didn’t seem to surprise him at all. He lifted his head just enough to see Smitty looking at him intently from his own bed across from him. “Mhm…bisexual,” he answered nonchalantly.
It was kinda obvious in John's opinion. The nails, the clothes, the piercings, the rings.
Smitty was surprised for a moment, maybe not so much from the answer but the casualness of it. And the fact that John hadn’t told him about it. That bit kinda hurt. But he also felt a rush of…excitement? Like the knowledge that John liked men was going to change something.
“Can I paint your nails?” John asked before Smitty could even react to his confession. The other boy hesitated for a moment but nodded, his eyes diverting to John’s multicoloured nails gripping the duvet beneath him. John leapt up from his bed and stumbled over towards his bag, searching for the polish he kept in one of the pockets. “I only have black with me, but I think it’ll suit you,” the brunet explained as he held the small glass bottle of paint up triumphantly. He motioned for Smitty to scoot over on the bed and sat across from him, both moving to sit criss-cross opposite from one another.
Without much warning, John took Smitty’s hand in his and uncapped the nail polish. Electricity shot down the younger’s spine at the touch. The accidental intimacy of the act surprised him. John delicately lifted his fingers and started to brush the small brush over his short nails. “It’s gonna be a bit shit, ‘cause I’m drunk. But I’ll fix ‘em for you tomorrow,” John apologised, smiling and looking up into his best friend’s face. As he said it, black was smeared all over Smitty’s cuticle and the skin around it.
“Can I ask you something else John?” the Canadian was watching the American while he attempted to ‘paint’ his nails, a look of pure concentration plastered across his face.
“Shoot,” the brunet replied, using his fingers to try and smudge away the paint that got on Smitty’s skin. In hindsight, maybe painting his nails whilst intoxicated wasn’t the best idea.
“How did you know that you liked guys?” Smitty timidly spoke, a little afraid of the answer he was going to receive.
John looked up at him, and really truly looked at him. He could see the apprehension and curiosity that plagued his cloudy mind. “By asking my best friend that same question a couple years ago. You don’t take a gay quiz online if you aren’t gay,” John raised an eyebrow, moving onto his other hand. “You already know the answer, you just gotta embrace it,”
Smitty stayed rather silent after that, watching John finish slathering his pinkie finger in nail polish. Once he was satisfied with his work, he put the brush back into the tiny pot and moved it to the bedside table. He didn’t want to be the one to stain the hotel’s sheets black.
John lifted both of Smitty’s hands and gently began to blow on the tips of his fingers, trying to dry the colour that he had haphazardly applied to all of them. He was right, he was definitely going to need to re-do them all again. But the colour looked good on the younger.
Smitty couldn’t help the way he stared at his lips. His brain then kicked into overdrive. Why was he feeling this way? Was it just the alcohol? But now that he’s thinking about it, he’s always felt a sense of overwhelming happiness and butterflies swarming in his stomach when he was around John, even over their frequent discord calls. Had he liked John for all these years? Is he gay?
“Hey,” John’s voice pulled him out of his racing thoughts. “Stop overthinking it. You don’t have to have an answer for every question right now,” the elder muttered quietly, seemingly able to read Smitty’s mind. That’s why they were best friends and had been for so many years. John and Smitty were a package deal. One did not come without the other. Everyone knew that.
Smitty looked intently into John’s eyes, searching for something, though he wasn’t quite sure what it was. They both felt an almost magnetic pull towards one another.
“John,” his gaze flickered back down to the elder’s parted lips.
“Yes Jaren?” John moved half an inch closer.
“Is this a good idea?” the Canadian asked, his register barely above a whisper. He brought his hand up and lightly carded it through John’s longer brunet hair. It was softer than he imagined it would be, long strands falling gracefully and framing his face.
“Fuck yeah,” the American replied quite enthusiastically, inching forward just a little bit more but still not touching the other man. He wanted Smitty to be the one to make the first move. They were close enough that they were breathing in the same oxygen.
Gathering all of his courage, Smitty moved to cup the elder’s cheek and finally connected their lips in a timid kiss. And just like that his whole world exploded behind his eyelids.
Although it felt cringey and cliché, kissing John felt like a puzzle piece had just clicked into the correct place in his brain. This is what he’d been searching for without even knowing it. John’s lips were slightly chapped, not in an unpleasant way though. Kissing a man was definitely different than a girl, but not bad . In fact, it was pretty fucking great.
It escalated when John opened his mouth the tiniest fraction, allowing Smitty to lick and explore with his tongue. They slotted into each other perfectly. Their movements were already synced to one another. Both were hot with desire flowing through their veins.
Craving more, John crawled forwards into Smitty’s inviting lap. The younger welcomed him instantly, wrapping his arms around his lower back to bring them impossibly closer to one another. Breathing in each other. They could both taste the remnants of alcohol on each other’s tongues.
Soon, just that wasn’t enough and Smitty’s wandering hands made their way underneath John’s shirt, dancing their way up his torso and finding his nipples. Smitty ran his thumb over the small erect nub, enjoying the small noise and shiver it elicited from his best friend. His thumb played with the tiny metal bar that sat there, his mouth swallowing the delicious whimpers and moans that the elder released from the contact.
“Fuck, Smit ,” John moaned into his mouth when Smitty hit a particularly sensitive nerve. They broke apart for just a second, drinking in the thick atmosphere that sat between them. The feeling of lust hung thick like smoke in the air.
The younger desperately lifted John’s shirt up and over his head, throwing it to be forgotten somewhere on the hotel room floor. The same happened to his own. Leaning down, his mouth enveloped one of his nipples while he thumbed at the other. The cool metal bar felt alien to his warm tongue. John couldn’t contain the moans that easily slipped through his parted mouth. The sensation of his nipples being touched and played with was intoxicating. He assumed the piercings made them more sensitive.
He slid his hands up to the back of the other man's head, pulling the shorter brunet’s hair which forced Smitty to look up at him. “Wanna blow you,” the elder breathed out in a sort of desperate tone that will certainly be stuck in Smitty’s head for many months to come. The younger couldn’t agree quicker to his proposition. Any hints of apprehension or confusion around his sexuality had leapt out the window, got into a taxi, and probably drove back to Canada.
John moved to nibble at the delicate skin below the Canadian’s jaw, leaving a trail of tiny red marks that signalled his possession. “You’re so hot,” he groaned out against the warm skin of the younger’s collarbone. Smitty only managed to moan lowly in reply. This whole situation was so bizarre to him. One moment he was questioning his entire life and the next he had his best friend shirtless in his lap.
He wasn’t complaining.
With a strong hand in the middle of his chest, John forced Smitty to lay down on the pristine bed. Their positioning meant that John was now firmly sat atop the younger’s lap, his eagerness clearly showing through his black jeans. He made sure to slowly grind his hips to feel Smitty twitch underneath him. The movement ripped a groan from the brunet below him.
The sight of the man beneath him, marked up and breaths heavy with desire only served to stoke the fire of lust that burned bright in the pit of John’s stomach. Expertly, he flicked the button of Smitty’s jeans open and unzipped them.
Shuffling backwards, John slid the other’s jeans and boxers down in one go, releasing his erection which casually curved towards his stomach. Saliva bubbled in his mouth at the reality of the situation. He was about to have his best friend’s dick in his mouth. It’s not like he had fantasised about this about a million times over the years or anything.
He started by sliding his hands up his pale thighs, the skin milky and soft underneath his palms. The thought of turning it red and purple with hickeys was very, very tempting but he was much too impatient for anymore foreplay. Hopefully, this wouldn’t be the last time he’ll be blessed by the pleasure of his naked best friend.
Smitty let out a soft moan as John took him into his hands. He experimented with a few beginning tugs, satisfied with the small noises each one dragged out of the younger. “So sensitive,” he purred, moving one hand to softly cup his balls.
After a few teasing kitten licks, he sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. Smitty let out a beautiful whimper as John’s tongue piercing bumped into his slit. “Shit,” he groaned lowly as John began to slide lower and lower, taking more of him into his wet mouth. The flesh was heavy and hot against this tongue. He began to work up a healthy rhythm of bobbing up and down while still holding the base for a little stability. He somehow knew exactly when to pay close attention to the veins running underneath his shaft or suck just the head that drove the other man crazy.
Smitty couldn’t comprehend what was happening most of the time, he just knew that his best friend was sucking him off and it felt fucking amazing . A hand snaked it’s way to rest atop the brunet’s head, twisting fingers into the long strands.
Smitty then made the grave mistake of looking down and the sight that met him almost made him pass out. Seeing John with his ethereal pink lips stretched around his cock, eyes dark and staring right back at him, multicoloured nails gripping and stroking at the rest of his length. It was enough to almost push him over the edge completely. He couldn’t help the guttural moan that escaped him, his head falling back and eyes closing from the crushing weight of trying to not let go.
The hand that was gripping John’s long locks tightened, sending a shiver down the elder’s spine. Subconsciously, Smitty’s hips bucked up softly, sending more cock down John’s throat than he was anticipating. Tears painfully stung at his eyes as he gagged around him. The younger jumped and immediately began apologising before John eagerly cut him off, “no, no baby, want you to fuck my face,”. He could visibly see Smitty’s brain malfunction at his words before a smirk graced his features and his hand returned to its rightful place atop his head.
John easily slid off the bed and situated himself on his knees, a position he was quite familiar with. Now, the younger of the two was towering above him and this delightfully added to the dirtiness of it all. Looking down on John gave Smitty a reeling sense of power and dominance and as soon as his dick returned to the soft heaven of his mouth it was evident that something had definitely changed in their dynamic.
Smitty began to thrust his hips up and used the hand curled in John’s hair to simultaneously bring him down onto his cock. Stars erupted behind John’s eyes every time the tip hit the back of his throat. His jaw had gone completely slack, letting the other man take complete control of him. Dirty, lewd noises filled the otherwise respectable hotel room.
Suddenly, like a lightbulb had popped up above his head, Smitty was reminded of what John had said earlier during the podcast, about being a masochist. He seemed to really respond to his hair being pulled, every tightening of his fist earning a small whine from the back of his throat which sent heavenly vibrations through him. He decided to try and be more dominant with John, figuring some dirty talk was the first step. Fuck it. He was already recieving oral sex from a man, he figured he might as well go all in.
“You like that huh?” He almost whispered while tugging the brunet hair tight. The loud moan John released from the contact seemed to answer him pretty clearly. That sent a wave of pride and lust cascading through Smitty’s body. Okay, that worked.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ love this, don’t you? Love having so much cock shoved down your throat you can’t breathe, huh baby?” Smitty sneered, emphasising his point by holding the elder down at the base of his dick for a few more seconds than usual before pulling him back up and continuing to thrust himself in and out of John’s slick mouth. All the brunet could do was moan and dig his nails into the pale boy’s thighs. The switch in the younger’s personality, his voice dropping an octave lower, only fuelled the pit of lust that burned deep within him.
The American was overwhelmed. Being used like this was his favourite hobby, but for Smitty to be the one using his mouth to get off and treating him like a total whore was a whole new experience. And he couldn’t get enough of it.
After a few more minutes of fucking John’s mouth, Smitty dragged him off his cock to allow the poor boy to breathe for a few moments. The elder looked absolutely destroyed. Eyes and cheeks wet with tears, hair sticking in all directions, lips reddened with spit and pre-come. He was panting, mouth parted delicately. “You look so pretty like this,” Smitty’s voice was softer than it had been before, yet still sent a wave of arousal washing over John.
Smitty lightly gripped the other’s chin with his fingers, forcefully lifting his face up. The power dynamics of their positioning made his brain go insane. “I can’t decide if I wanna paint that pretty face or cum down your throat,” cockiness was laced through the younger’s voice as he ran the tip of his dick over beautiful pink lips.
John was in a state of complete awe. He would’ve never expected this from his Smitty. The Canadian had always been much more private about his sex life than the rest of the guys. For him to be this dominant was surprising. So surprising that he couldn’t even think straight enough to come up with a cocky reply. All he wanted was to please him.
“Beg for it,” Smitty spat at him, tugging his hair tighter and pulling his head backwards. He watched the elder’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly with the request.
“P-please Smit…need your cock in my mouth, want you to come wherever you want,” John whined. His usual snarky attitude was replaced with sincere desire. In an attempt to persuade Smitty to just get on with it and continue abusing his throat, the brunet gave the younger a few teasing licks across the tip of his dick. The taste of slightly salty pre-come was addicting.
John let his jaw hang open and the younger gladly accepted the implied invitation. He slowly slid himself in, letting the tongue piercing drag deliciously across the sensitive skin. He continued until John’s nose was perfectly nestled at the base of his pubic bone.
Smitty’s thrusts were even more intense than before, smitten with the feeling of wet heat. His intoxicated brain was hyper-focused on the desperate sounds that John was making, every vibration travelling through his shaft. It seemed as though this was as enjoyable for the elder as it was for him.
He didn’t dare close his eyes for too long, scared that if he did then he’d wake up and realise that this was just the best dream he’s ever had. The sight of John on his knees for him, wet cheeks and messy hair was going to be ingrained in his brain for a very long time. And he was more than okay with that.
Soon, the wildfire burning through his body became over powering. “I’m close baby,” Smitty whined as a warning, the other boy humming an affirmation. John had found a seam on the inside of his jeans that applied just the right amount of pressure against his too hard dick and he’d been working his hips against it for a solid minute. He was so close too.
Smitty’s hand tightened around brunet locks. He continued to roughly fuck the elder’s face, chasing the euphoria that was just within reach. “Your mouth is so good baby, like it was made for me,” he roughly whimpered. A few more movements of his hips were all it took before he unloaded deep down John’s throat. The elder swallowed and sucked around him, trying to drain every last drop of his cum. “Fuck,” Smitty groaned while his hips grinded into John’s face, riding the last of his high. The American wasn’t far behind, the delicious noises from above him spurring the tsunami of pleasure that soon crashed over him.
As soon as his soul had returned to his body, he pulled John up to wrap themselves into each other, pressing passionate kisses onto their lips “Holy,” -their mouths intertwined in a kiss- “shit,” Smitty panted, trying to regain control of his senses. The taste of himself on John’s tongue was intoxicating. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. John soon moved back down and was pre-occupied with painting the man’s neck in shades of red and purple.
“How should I get you off?” he whispered while his hand ran the length of John’s back towards his ass.
A light blush covered the elder’s cheeks which travelled down towards his chest. He ducked his head away from the younger’s eye contact. “Already…came,” he murmured, slightly embarrassed that he’d orgasmed without even being touched by other man.
“Wait, you came untouched? Fuck, that’s so hot,” Smitty groaned, bringing John down into another open kiss. Thinking of the man getting off on just sucking his dick made his brain explode. All he wanted to do was pin the other boy down and fuck him silly. The alcohol that was still very prominently flowing through both of their bodies disagreed though. Smitty just noticed that his head was spinning.
John gingerly got off of the younger and stumbled towards his bag. He managed to shuffle out of his jeans and stained boxers, slipping on a pair of pyjama shorts. They come down to just mid-thigh and they made his ass look great. Smitty toed off his jeans which were puddled at his feet and slipped his boxers back up. He simply sat and marvelled at the sight of John shirtless while the American eagerly downed the last of the water from earlier. How could he not have seen how beautiful he was. He was soft and rigid at the same time, both perfect and imperfect. The splattered freckles that were dotted across his back, the slope of his spine, the fading smily face that sat above his hip bone. It was like he had been blind and was seeing everything clearly for the first time.
John clambered back into bed, pressing a haphazard kiss to Smitty’s lips before inserting himself underneath the cool sheets. The younger swiftly followed. Chasing his lips with his own. He felt like he couldn’t breathe unless it was against John. They fell into a lazy kiss, both clearly exhausted but never wanting to be apart again. Eventually, they did stop, resigning to spooning instead. The skin-to-skin contact was enough to satisfy their animalistic desires.
“Next time, you should fuck me,” John purred, pressing himself back into the younger playfully.
“Next time eh?” Smitty tried to sound as casual as he could, ignoring the way his dick twitched at the idea. They were still quite tipsy. Getting hard again would not be ideal.
“Yeah…think it’d be f..un,” John yawned, clearly fighting his own body that desperately wanted to just pass out. Within seconds of him managing to get that sentence out Smitty listened as his breathing evened out, signalling that he had indeed fallen asleep.
Their legs were tangled with each other and Smitty’s arm was draped across John’s stomach. It felt safe. John’s skin was warm against his own and he would breathe out these soft sighs every once in a while that made the younger’s heart melt. The brunet was just so cute . He wondered if he had always felt this way and just never realised it.
If he was more sober he was sure he’d be freaking out right now. But somehow, having sex with his best friend felt like the most normal thing in the world. Was this just a natural step in their relationship? Was this eventually going to happen, no matter what? Everyone else seemed to think so. It was no secret that the two had been paired together often over the years and their constant sexual remarks towards each other didn’t help.
He fell asleep with his lips pressed against the back of John’s neck. And it felt right.