#bonkposting

it's not that late at night, really, but it's definitely after parkzer's usual bedtime. and he's tired. he got up early, went to bed late, and yet. he can't sleep.

he's tossed and turned over and over again, the light of the streetlight down on the street barely inching its way through the blinds and yet it sears his retinas. he throws an arm over his eyes, then rolls over again to grab his phone.

maybe if he distracts himself, he can trick himself into sleeping accidentally.

so he pulls up the tumblr app and logs in. it's not an app he uses very often- usually, on the rare occasions he searches for himself, he uses his computer- but it's a distraction.

the first thing he does, every time he logs in, is search for his own name. he's showed up more frequently in the last year or so, in various pieces of art, most often with doug.

which makes perfect sense. doug is far more popular than he is. doug is how most people know of him.

but tonight, the first thing he sees in his search is a post marked "mature content: sexual themes".

he blinks. people are sexualizing...him? might as well see what this is all about, then. he taps "view post" and an ask box pops up, with one anonymous sentence within. I'm here to talk about bottom Doug with you, no punctuation or context or anything.

interesting. there's nothing related to him, but he has an idea what this ask is about. he should scroll past. he shouldn't hit "keep reading". he should block the blogger and move on-

he hits "keep reading".

oh. so that's how he's involved in this scenario. he should have known. he should definitely scroll past this, look at the fanart of him in dog ears and disco elysium instead.

and yet. he reads past the first few lines, and he's hooked. the author has somehow managed to perfectly capture how doug would ask for gay sex (despite how unrealistic the premise is) and later, how he would react during it.

he can feel a warmth spreading through his chest, intensifying in his groin region and face.

fictional-parkzer is currently preparing fictional-doug, fingering him open, when real-parkzer notices that he's half-hard.

he's not even gay. what the fuck.

but... continuing to read, picturing the way doug reacts to him in his head, it's only sending the blood in his body further from his brain. almost unconsciously, his hand trails down his body to touch himself lightly, over his sweatpants.

he bites his lip against a gasp as he reads himself fuck into doug, his hand pulling down his sweats and boxer briefs down just enough to expose his cock. he doesn't even bother to reach for his lubricant, buried in the nightstand drawer next to his bed, just using the precum that's practically spurting from the head of his cock to moisten his movements.

it's not going to take much like this for him to come, running his thumb over the head of his cock and down the frenulum. now that he thinks about it, it's been a while since he's treated jerking off as more than just a basal need to fulfill.

the writing in front of him pulled him out of that rut so fully that he can't help but ride the waves, hand tightening around his cock as he strokes himself closer to the edge.

he reads further, muffling another embarrassing noise as fictional-parkzer and fictional-doug chase their own orgasms.

as fictional-doug comes, fictional-parkzer stroking him to his orgasm, real-parkzer squeezes his eyes shut as his own peak overtakes him.

his hand slows to a stop, a last bead of semen oozing out of the head of his cock.

fuck.

not only does he now have to change his shirt (and wash it so it doesn't stain), but he just jerked off thinking about fucking his best friend.

the shame hits the pit of his stomach like a bowling ball into quicksand- hitting fast and then slowly sinking deeper and deeper into every facet of his being.

he wakes his phone back up and hits the block button fast, but as soon as the blog disappears from his screen, he switches to his notes app and writes down the name of the blog, then locks the note.

just for himself. so he never runs into that person with the minecraft villager profile picture again.

~~~

a couple months later, he's particularly bored and horny again. typically, getting himself off is something he limits to the shower in the morning or bed in the evening, mostly for convenience's sake. (he doesn't want to admit how many times he's thought about doug doing the same.)

but it's the middle of the afternoon, and he's still thinking about the piece of writing he found on tumblr. where he had sex with doug, satisfying what turned out to be mutual desire and lust.

so he closes his door and opens tumblr on his computer, navigating to the part of his settings where he can see his blocked blogs, and he unblocks that one writer.

just so he can see what they’re up to.

he scrolls past post after post of random thoughts and “re-blogs” before realizing they actually have a tag for writing that he clicks on.

oh, this is perfect. sure, some of the posts are merely links to an outside website he can't view (apparently, one can restrict works on the fanfiction website, and he has no interest in creating an account there) but there are plenty of others with this author's exceedingly horny prose in the post itself.

there's a post talking about the bunny suit again, another with a free-use fantasy in place with doug, but the one that he goes back to is the one he originally saw.

he reacts the same way, flushing and getting hard with the now-familiar mental image of doug panting and writhing beneath his hands.

he slips his own hand under the waistband of his pants and boxers to touch himself, lightly skimming his fingertips over his length. a tiny, shuddering sigh escapes his lips as he scans the words on the screen, his mental image only growing sharper.

and then his door bursts open.

damn doug for always interrupting everything. damn himself for not reacting fast enough, for freezing with his hand barely pulled out of his pants and the tab still open on his browser.

"oh, hey, parkzer," doug says, somehow not even realizing what the hell he just walked in on.

parkzer sends a silent thank you to whatever deity is watching right now.

"what do you want, douglas?" parkzer asks, willing his voice to stay steady.

"can't a guy just come check out what his bro is doing?" doug asks.

"i am not your bro," parkzer says, his typical dry snark slipping out despite himself.

"whatever," doug says. "what are you reading?"

"n-nothing much," parkzer stammers. what a horrible lie- those two words are going to get doug to look more than anything else. he should have said "work" or "contract law" or honestly, even "gay pornography". at least with that last one, doug wouldn't have believed him at all.

doug walks fully into his room to take a closer look at his screen. parkzer can tell when he realizes what he's reading when he breathes in sharply, disguising his shock with a laugh.

“i can’t believe this dude thinks I’d be a bottom,” doug scoffs. “c’mon, parkzer, where do you find this shit?”

parkzer flushes. “well, i- i-“

doug looks down, and parkzer can tell the instant he realizes what's going on. despite it all, parkzer's still hard. and in these pants, it's obvious.

he looks up at doug. he looks perfectly normal, except-

except his pupils are blown wide. except the barest flush is obvious on his cheeks. except the crotch of his sweatpants looks…a little fuller. parkzer swallows.

“oh, you like that?” doug asks. it’s not a question, but parkzer nods anyway.

doug spins parkzer's chair around, stepping even closer. at this point, he's practically looming over parkzer, who has to be honest: maybe he is a little bit gay.

"and here i thought seducing you would be hard," doug says.

parkzer bites his lip. "you were going to seduce me?"

"not anymore," doug says. "i don't think you need any more convincing that you're mine." he punctuates his statement by reaching over and hitting alt-f4 on parkzer's keyboard.

"you really think you're a top, then?" parkzer asks.

doug puts one knee up on parkzer's chair, pinning his shoulder down with the opposite hand. "nope," he says, grinning as parkzer flushes again, pulse quickening obviously under the thin skin of his throat.

About a minute and a half after sending Parkzer the photos, his phone buzzes insistently. Incoming call from Parkzer, his screen reads.

Doug nearly drops his phone twice in his haste to hit the accept-call button, barely picking up before he accidentally sends Parkzer to voicemail.

"What were you thinking?" Parkzer says the second the call connects. Doug rolls his eyes. He'd used the exact same encrypted site that Parkzer had used before, the one that generates the obscenely long links. "That was entirely too reckless."

"I'm all alone," Doug pouts. "Who else should I have sent that to?"

Parkzer groans. "Nobody!"

"But then I would have gotten dressed up for nothing," Doug says. "You gotta admit, it's a pretty nice view."

"Yes, but- I- you should not have done that," Parkzer says. "No matter how attractive you loo- you feel like you look."

"Nice save," Doug laughs before a thought hits him. "Aren't you going to tell me how pretty I am dressed up like this?"

"You are still wearing the fishnets and the tail?" Parkzer asks, voice low and breathy.

"It's a buttplug," Doug says brightly. A pretty good-sized plug, in fact, solid metal that's impossible to ignore inside him.

"I presumed as much," Parkzer says. "But you are still wearing them?"

Doug nods, then realizing Parkzer can't see him, says "Yeah, I am."

The moan that comes from his phone's speaker is faint, but it's unmistakable.

"Aw, did I get my dom all flustered?" Doug asks.

Parkzer clears his throat. "I find it very hard to believe that you are unaffected," he says.

Doug looks down at his cock, which has been hard and leaking since he stripped nude and slipped the fishnets on. Oh, he's affected alright...but so is Parkzer, and that's the important part.

"Maybe," he says. "But I still got you to call me."

Parkzer sighs. "I swear, if I were there-" he trails off.

"You'd do what?" Doug asks. "Would you pull the plug out and fuck me? Or put me on my knees and make me be a good bunny and suck your dick?"

Parkzer takes an audibly shaky breath. "If I were there I'd tie you up so you'd stop getting yourself in trouble," he says, and Doug whimpers, reaching down to palm his cock.