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After leaving Jaden alone for a while so Nick could sit in his room to scroll through the news, he came back out to find Jaden how he always does. Jaden was sprawled out with half of his body falling off the couch, drool dripping down his chin, glasses on the floor. Nick snapped a quick picture. What a pathetic mess. Nick doesn’t even bother trying to pull him up to put him in his room or even just to put him in a more comfortable position. It’s not worth the effort. But he squats down next to him. He’s not sure why, but he gets a good look at him. He might be a mess, but for now, he’s breathing softly and it’s almost peaceful in its own way. The TV plays a random college football game in the background. Nick stands up to grab the remote and when the TV clicks off, Jaden stirs. 

Nick looks down and Jaden’s eyes are hardly even open. He hears a slurred “Niiiiiiick” followed by incomprehensible sounds of mostly gibberish. Jaden flops his head over, seeming to drift back into some sort of sleep. Jaden’s hand moved during his moment of “wakefulness” and it now gently rested on Nick’s ankle. Nick shook it off and stepped back. He usually stays away from Jaden when he gets like this. Not only because Jaden is a wreck that does this almost every other day—so there’s no trying to fix something that stays broken—but Nick wished they could hang out normally. Without the influence. Why did Jaden constantly have to run away from himself? To run away from Nick? It didn’t make sense and they never talked about it. 

Sometimes Nick’s mind wandered and worried that this was something deeper… and he usually squashed the thought before it could even begin to grow into even a sprout. But today it was hard to keep that seed from coming up out of the soil. Nick stood back and crossed his arms and just stared at Jaden, keeping his distance. He could do anything to Jaden right now. Jaden always woke up in a daze. He could draw on his face. He could make him pick his own nose. He could pose him with a sign that read “Close your eyes if you like sucking fat tr*nny cock” and post it online. Even when he shook that hand off his leg there was no reaction. It seemed like rather than making a list of what he could get away with, it was more like, what couldn’t he get away with?

He furrowed his brow in disgust at the thought and walked out of the room. That was revolting. He wouldn’t do anything like that. He was unwilling to even get with a woman let alone fondle with his passed-out friend’s genitals. God, he felt grosser than he usually did. He sat down at his computer desk in his dark room. He tried scrolling through X but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t shake that thought. What couldn’t he get away with? Would Jaden remember? Was it worth even trying to do?

Nick closed his eyes and leaned back, getting comfortable in his chair.

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He would go back and turn off the living room lights. 

There, Jaden still laid down in his state of drunkenness, Nick looking on with his controlled soberness. He walks up to Jaden again and puts his hand on his shoulder. No response. Okay… so he reaches down with his other hand to his pants and unzips him. Still nothing. Jaden stayed quiet and unmoving. Nick starts to shimmy Jaden’s pants down slightly and before he can reach his hand in his pants, Jaden’s head rolls over to him. Nick retracts his hand and begins to search for an excuse but Jaden, donned with half-lidded eyes, giggles, “Uncle Jim, are you sure?” and guides Nick’s hand back to his crotch. 

“Jaden?” Nick asks, but there’s no response. Jaden has a smirk on his face but he seems out of it and his eyes are shut. Nick proceeds. He reaches into the grotto of warmth, only feeling it. He’s decently sized. Nick hates to admit it but he’s bigger than him… by a lot. It’s soft in his hand with the pubes underneath providing a coarse contrast. This isn’t gay yet, Nick thinks. He hasn’t actually done anything. Just curiosity. Men measure their dicks all the time so what’s wrong with doing your measuring by hand in the dark to your blacked-out friend?

Then, Nick felt a change. Jaden was hard, and Nick’s hand was still around his dick. There seemed to be only one logical thing to do: back away. But Nick doesn’t get up. Nick gently begins stroking his friend’s penis. It’s natural! Nick is only helping his friend come to what should be the next step after getting an erection. It’s what any good friend would do.

Maybe he shouldn’t. But maybe it would be wrong to get Jaden erect and to not finish him off. So he continues stroking his pulsing cock, but it’s not enough for Nick to feel satisfied. He doesn’t want to just jerk off his friend, he wants to taste the fruit of knowledge to once and for all prove he’s not gay. Because if he were to pull this off without feeling pleasure himself, he’d surely be a certified heterosexual.

He tells himself this all the while pulling down Jaden’s pants more in a frenzy. His animalistic irredeemable instincts take over and he pulls down the underwear too. He looks at that fat red cock and wants it in his mouth. He glances up. Jaden's eyes are thankfully still shut. Jaden will certainly wake up feeling content. Fuck it. He goes down. He wraps his mouth around Jaden’s penis that's oozing with precum. It's warm in his mouth and it feels so wrong that it must be right. He starts sucking it, with his tongue feeling it up. He takes his mouth off for a second and licks off the tip. Jaden shutters. He wraps his lips around it again feeling every fold, edge, and throbbing vein of Jaden’s manhood. Nick’s a man, he knows what he himself would want, so he does what he can for Jaden. He goes faster, speeding up the rate of sucking that ready-to-gush penis. 

Jaden moans but Nick ignores it. He decides to take it as a sign that he’s doing a good job even though Jaden’s blacked-out. He feels safe finishing Jaden off. He feels his own pants feel tighter but it doesn’t stop him from focusing on Jaden. Finally, Jaden whimpers out another moan and his cum is released into Nick's mouth. It’s so sudden. Nick isn't sure what to do. Jaden is still asleep, literally how? Nick had plenty of wet dreams so it made sense to him. But what is he supposed to do about the fucking cum in his mouth? Should he spit it out? He isn’t sure, but he goes ahead and gulps it down. 

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