rabbot who are old friends. rabbot who haven’t even kissed yet. rabbot who sit too close to each other and throw an arm over the back of the couch and a hand on the other’s thigh. until it drifts up and now it’s a hand over a crotch and who cares, they’re friends, they take care of each other. until the button gets popped open and the fly drags down and now it’s a hand job and so what yk? they’re cool like that, they’re friends. and it’s jacks doing, bc of course it is, robby wouldn’t be caught dead making a move.
but it’s not a move because they’re friends taking care of each other. and robby’s finished, all cleaned up and tucked away, and they haven’t said a word to each other, but jack clearly got affected and yk they’re to old to sit on the couch anyway, might as well lay down. might as well lay on top of each other, just because there’s so little space, you know? and jack is rock hard and robby is way to old to go again so soon but they’re comfortable and they’re cuddling and they’re definitely 100% still paying attention to the game, of course they are, what else is there to pay attention to? so jack is watching the game, you know, he’s affected but he’s distracted so it’s not like he’s consciously humping robby’s thigh where it sits just between his. he’s not doing it intentionally, he’s not even paying attention, and neither is robby when his hand travels down to the small of his back and then a little lower and it just so happens to stop over his ass. and it’s not their fault they didn’t notice when the game ended and some news channel came on. and since they’re not paying attention anyway they might as well just keep going.
jack might as well keep moving his hips and humping robby’s leg and maybe if he does it slow enough he can last until robby’s ready to go again. not that he’s doing it on purpose, he’s just distracted that’s why its taking him so long. and he’s just so distracted by the unfamiliar voice on the tv that it takes him so long, long enough that robby’s breath is hitching and there’s some pressure under jacks hip that could literally be anything. but you see, jack is a good friend, and it seems his friend has a problem again. he’s simply taking care of his friend, and allowing his friend to take care of him. so he moves from half laying on top of robby with a thigh between his legs, to straddling his crotch. and they both have a problem they can take care of. and they haven’t said a single thing, and they stay as quiet as they can while robby holds onto jacks hips and jack holds himself up with his hands next robby’s head while he moves his hips back and forth. and robby has his eyes closed and mouth open for this part and jack can’t stop staring. so he picks up the pace because robby’s getting close, he’d want it a little faster, and jack is nothing if not a good friend. he’s close too, he’s so fucking close but he knows he’s gonna keep going until robby’s finished. and that’s exactly what he does. he bites his lips and speeds up until he’s coming in his pants and he keeps going. for robby. for his friend. he pushes past the over sensitivity and he drops his head to robby’s shoulder and the grip on his hip tightens as he keeps moving. and when a single “come on, brother…” gets muttered into robby’s ear, he’s arching his back, chest puffing up into jacks, as he comes undone beneath him. and they stay there like that, holding each other through the aftershocks while they catch their breath.
because you have to understand, they’re friends. they’re going to take care of each other.
