“Alaska, hi…” California spoke slowly, keeping himself from staring a little too hard at Alaskas broad chest. “Did you need something?”

“You know about computers and stuff, right?”

California almost stood up, but Alaska was standing close enough that if he did, he’d bump into Alaska’s chest. Actually, that wouldn’t be a problem.

No. It would be a problem to explain why he’d get a boner out of nowhere though. Has it really been so long?

“California?”

Fuck, fuck had he just been quiet this whole time?

“YES! Sorry, I’ve been, uh, spacing out a lot. B-but yes! I know about computers and stuff.”

“Oh okay, cool, could you help me with mine? It’s having issues.”

“Sure! Did you bring it with you?”

“Oh. No…” Alaska looked as if he’d just realized that would’ve been a good idea. “It’s in my room. I guess you’d have to see it, huh?”

California nodded once. “Yes?”

Alaska turned around and started walking away, leaving California alone. He made it about five feet away till he realized the shorter state wasn’t following.

“You can come with. I don’t really want to walk it back here.”

Oh yeah.

California scrambled to get up and follow him, watching his back closely as they did. The muscles in his back just seemed to mild the shirt around them. Despite his youth, as both land and state, there were no doubts that Alaska was fully fledged.

What was it that made him so big, though, California would never know. Was it the narwhal? That had to be it, right?

Once again, his thoughts were drifting to Alaska’s, “size,” but he didn’t think about much more after crashing into Alaska’s back.

“Agh!”

“Oh. My bad,” Alaska said, hand on the handle of the garage.

He reached his other hand back to adjust Californias glasses on his face, smiling once California could properly look into his eyes. With that, he led him inside.

As California looked over the room, he thought about how most people would probably have apologized for the mess, but Alaska simply kicked things to the side and told him where to sit. California had no room to speak, his own was not much better. Worse even. He’d promised gov to hire a cleaner for the room at some point.

In a way, he felt better about it, since Alaska didn’t seem all that worried about it.

Then Alaska dropped the laptop in his lap.

“…Alaska. Um…”

Alaska tilted his head.

“This is. Wet.”

“Yeah. Can you clean it?”

The laptop in question was sat on top of a towel, dripping water into the fabric. It looked like he’d at least bothered to wipe it, just not thoroughly.

“I mean…I might be able to, it’s just kinda tedious. Are you okay with me being here a little while?”

Alaska looked like he really wasn’t. He shuffled his feet and looked about his stuff, contemplating.

“I think I’ll live.”

California shrugged. He got to work.

Despite his apprehension about California being there, Alaska never left him alone. Maybe he thought California would steal something. Either way, Alaska sat right next to him, one leg folded up behind California so he could rest his chin on the others shoulder and watch. He would’ve been entirely too distracted by it but Alaska kept asking him questions.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making sure it’s all turned off.”

“Now what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna take it apart. Makes it easier to dry.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s the battery, what are you doing?”

“Hm? I’m just curious. I don’t really know much about tech stuff. Hawaii got me this as a present, so we could keep in touch.”

“How is she?”

“She’s good. Happy as long as we’re gone. That’s about all she’d want me to tell you.”

Alaska’s beard tickled California’s neck, whose skin prickled. Now he was starting to get distracted. Alaska’s breathing, steady and rhythmic, sent goosebumps where it fanned the golden state’s shoulder.

Alaska, for all he said about wanting to be left alone, seemed to be pressed pretty closely against California’s backside. He could feel his chest expanding with air behind him as he breathed. And…

California tried not to think about what he could feel behind him. Without seeing it, it felt pretty big.

He’s not even hard. What the fuck.

California shifted in his seat, adjusting the pieces in his lap as he shifted just a bit from Alaska. Seemed a good idea until Alaska readjusted as well, now resting a hand on California’s thigh.

California’s dick twitched in interest, slowly coming to life as the blood rushed south yet again. He cleared his throat.

“I never imagined you could be clingy,” he teased.

“I’m not. I’m just watching. So I don’t have to bother you next time.”

“I think you’d see better if you were in front of me.”

“Eh. This is warmer.”

California couldn’t see but felt it as Alaska’s eyes closed and his body relaxed. He tested the water by leaning back. Barely.

It was pressed right against his lower back. He shifted again, so as not to let his legs fall asleep.

A soft, quiet sound came from Alaska’s throat, like something catching there. He wrapped a second arm around, linking with the other to trap California’s waist.

By now they were sat at the edge of Alaska’s bed, California sat in the larger states lap as he worked on drying the laptop.

Feeling bold, California pretended to sit up straighter, pressing his ass further in. He leaned over to place the battery and some hardware on the nearby dresser top.

Alaska gripped his own arms, sinking his face into California’s shoulder with a soft groan. And then there was the noticeable movement underneath him. California’s own arousal was responding in kind, making it harder and harder to focus.

At some point he stopped being subtle, moving his hips just slow enough. Alaskas hands moved to his hips, gripping tight. He didn’t stop him, rather moved him along encouragingly.

“I…” California breathed, trying still to remain level-headed, “I didn’t ask but, mh, how-how did you get your laptop wet?”

Alaska paused a bit belatedly, head still catching up to the question, but once he did, he hummed.

“Ah, I was…looking something up.”

He was watching porn.

“Then I got a call from Hawaii. It surprised me. Banged my elbow against the headboard and knocked a water over.”

He was watching porn and got interrupted.

The thought, the mental image, of Alaska dimming his lights, settling into bed and actually pulling his boxers down to jerk himself off was doing a lot of things. To California specifically. It was doing a lot of things to him and his sense of reasoning.

He stood up suddenly, fast enough to surprise Alaska into pulling away. California eyed the outline in his sweats and bit his lip. Hurriedly, he pulled another towel onto a table and lay the laptop open and downward on top, along with its parts.

That done with, he turned and marched back to Alaska, who was still watching him, half hard.

The golden state kneeled down and curled his fingers into the waistband of Alaskas pants.

“Can I suck you off?”

The question was so direct and intense that Alaska couldn’t help laughing. California took no offense, just waited for the answer. With a fond look in his eyes, Alaska nodded.

“By all means.”

California tilted his head down, mouthing along the outline as he inches the waistband down, down, down. As he does, he can feel it growing ever firmer. Alaska leans back on his palms, watching with interest as California licks the fabric right about where his head would be, open mouth kiss right over it.

He finally pulls all the way down, sitting on his haunches to admire the huge dick that he freed.

Long and thick with a tempting vein running along the side. He started with that, running his tongue along it before suckling on it. He felt it pulse under his tongue, smiling at the positive response.

At last, Alaska’s dick reached full hardness, standing proudly, waiting. California nosed around at the base of his cock, lapping his tongue around the underside. He ducked under to suck at one of Alaskas balls, loving the way they tightened. Breathing hot and heavy, he trailed up the underside of the cock, till he was lip to tip with it.

He swirled his tongue around the head, dipping his head down to briefly wrap his mouth around it, before repeating again.

Alaskas left hand rested on the junction of his shoulder and neck. It moved up to cup his face, and California happily nuzzled into his palm, mouth still wrapped around his tip. He gave a happy little suck, till he pulled off with a wet pop. His tongue hung out, dripping with saliva and pre. It dropped down to the tip, followed by California sucking it all up again.

Alaskas didn’t realize how he rocked his hips forward, till his hand was fisted into Californias hair and forcing his head down further. California made a choked out sound, whining and moaning around his cock as his eyes rolled into his head. His throat relaxes and he allowed Alaska to fuck his throat, loving the feeling of being used.

California’s own hips humped the air, mind focused on the pleasure he got from being face fucked. He clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans, whimpered in relief once his dick was free to swing in the air. He didn’t even brace himself on Alaska, too concerned with jerking himself off as his other hand shoved fingers into his wet cunt.

“Having some fun down there?” Alaska chuckled.

He pulled California off his dick, back to cupping his chin in his hand.

“Hands off, now.”

California whined but complied. He wanted to keep touching himself, but he wanted more. Wanted to…

With gentle nudging, Alaska led California up by his chin, till the golden state was kneeling on the bed, back in the the larger’s lap. Alaska placed a large hand under Californias balls, dipping his fingers into his wet pussy.

“So messy,” Alaska taunted.

He curled his fingers, and California gasped.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me!”

With a hum, Alaska pulled his hand out, spreading California’s lips out before shoving back in. He moved his finger in and out, fast paced in his movements, watching California throw his head back and brace himself on Alaskas knees.

A string of curses escaped California’s mouth, pleading and begging, not even knowing what about. His legs shook, growing too weak to keep holding himself up.

Just as quick, Alaska ripped his hand out and brought California down onto his cock. He fucked up into him before California could react, punching a moan out of the other. California grunted with every thrust, unable to form a thought while the Alaskan fucked his brains out.

“Such a good pussy,” Alaska praised. He pressed his lips against Californias throat. He nipped at the skin there. “Gets so wet for me, lets me fuck it with no resistance. Were you born for this, or what?”

California had no response. He couldn’t think of one. The words barely even registered to him.

“Should I cum inside? Fill you up? Would that be enough for you?”

California clenched around him, making the other groan.

“Fuuuuck, yeah you’d like that. Wouldn’t be enough, though, huh? Not for me. I need to keep you here, keep you on my dick for a week. Make it so you’re never not full.”

California desperately shook his hips, needing more.

Alaska held Californias hands in his own, turning them so shorter was pinned to the bed. He loomed over him, using their new position to move easier. Californias legs wrapped around his waist to help him move.

Alaska released one hand, commanding California to jerk himself off.

“Go ahead,” he said, “want you to cum. Let me see you cum.”

California did as he said, and Alaska watched with fascination as California came on his stomach. The sounds he made were sure to be heard from the other side of the house. Not that Alaska cared much. Let them know just how much California enjoyed sex with him.

California’s pussy clenched tightly around him, as his orgasm rolled in in waves, urging Alaska cum, milking him for all he had. His balls tensed with every squeeze of his walls.

They stayed together for some time, till California finally managed a weak groan. Alaska was brought back to life, having a mind to pull out now.

“W-wait,” California stopped him. “A towel. Or a plug, either one.”

Alaska scooted them so he could reach into his nightstand to retrieve a silver plug.

“Haha, where’d you get that?”

“Despite what the lower 48 may think of me, I do fuck. If you must know, it was a housewarming gift from Nevada.”

“We all live in the same house, though?”

“…Maybe it was a proposition then.”