#danonator

You'd gotten to know Eli right at the end of senior year. He had a love of films—much DIFFERENT films than you rather enjoyed, but nonetheless, you both shared a love for the art of filmmaking.

People were shouting in the hall about having the tape, and waves of students filed into the library, crowding around a small television.

You'd known Eli was up to something, he'd practically been bragging up through graduation about the film he'd produced. And there was going to be a showing of it.

"You said it's a WHAT film!?" You yelled, him immediately clamping his hands over your mouth.

"Stop yelling!" He practically screeched, wide-eyed and pleading. "It's not like that!"

You swatted his hand off and turned to Matt, "You were in charge of this!?" Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyeing down all three of the boys, while Danielle just giggled to herself.

"You don't understand, I had no other option." Matt tried to explain. Danielle stood beside him, biting playfully at her nails.

"Okay... but you let him produce it?" You gestured stupidly to Eli earning a “shut up!” from him.

"You wouldn't get it, we're a tripod." He waved his arms around in front of him like he wasn't hearing out anything you had to say.

"You don't have to come in and watch, but I- we- WE consider you our friend... we'd want you to be there." Klitz piped up.

Matt nodded, and Danielle smiled. Eli still looked slightly pissed.

You went to the showing, quite apprehensively. They hadn't told you anything about the film—but knowing Eli produced it... you had no clue what to expect.

You figured probably Danielle would be in it, but you didn't know how that would work considering Matt basically fought for her freedom from her past work.

You may had been clueless going into it... however, at the end, you were shocked. You looked at Eli with bewilderment. "You really made this?"

He had that typical shit-eating grin on his face. He quite liked to rub in that he was a genius because while insufferable—was true.

"We sold it to schools across the globe for sex-ed. Isn't it fucking genius?!" He gawked at his own work.

You rolled your eyes, leaning a tad closer to Eli, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

His smile faded into an annoyed look, making you smirk triumphantly.

You turned to look at Matt and Danielle who also looked quite proud, and finally, Klitz, who held a more reserved glory on his expression.

You knew why—you definitely wouldn't confront him about it but despite the fencing helmet, you could vaguely see the outline of his round face and wire glasses through the mesh.

At least that's what you convinced yourself, not the fact that you recognized the grooves of his shoulders or the slenderness of his frame. And of course how the 'Fencing Guy' was the same height as him.

And the expression Klitz held from the praise of your classmates gave you all the answers you'd need.

When the showing had ended students filed back out of the library, still talking about what they'd just watched. Everyone left until it was just you five still around.

You thought about saying something to Klitz, some teasing line you always used to watch his cheeks turn bright pink, but shockingly; he approached you first.

"I'm glad you decided to join us." He smiled shyly, still coming down from the praise.

"Well, anything for you, Klitzy." You poked his side teasingly, lightly trailing your finger up as you made contact.

There it was, the pink flush littered across his cheeks. You were slightly relieved the anonymous fame hadn't gotten to his head—well, mostly anonymous.

"So what did you really think?" He asked, shoving his hands anxiously in his pockets.

"If you tell Eli this, I'll absolutely deny it-" You began, pointing a firm finger in his direction.

"Of course." He nodded.

"But I think he didn't do half a bad job. But I think there's credit due to all of you."

He smiled, kicking his foot coyly. "Matt and Eli did the most, I just did the script and some lighting stuff."

You cocked your brow, "Really? Just that?"

He nodded. The pink tinge to his cheeks was fading and you knew just how to pull it into overdrive.

"I dunno..." You began, tracing that same index finger you poked him with up his chest, to the beginning of his neck before slowly drawing it down over his shoulders as you spoke.

"I think the fencing guy seemed quite familiar."

With that you turned on your heel, leaving Klitz behind feeling like he was frozen to the floor.

     School was out—finally. You all had graced the stage and received your diplomas, and despite constant bickering with Eli, you still hung out with the four of them. Unless of course, if Matt and Danielle were hanging out themselves, then it was mostly just you, Klitz, and Eli.

You thrived off of flustering Klitz, it was a sick satisfaction you couldn't live without.

How quickly he'd begin to stutter or playing a fun game with yourself of ‘how red will Klitz turn this time?’

You loved it... and he wouldn't admit it but he did too.

You sat on Eli's couch, between him and Klitz unfortunately watching some porn video he forced you both to "experience"—his words— with him.

"It's an addiction, Eli." You groaned trying to escape the graphic imagery flashing right in front of your face—even Klitz seemed to be grimacing.

Every now and then though, despite this corrupted form of torture you'd bump your leg against Klitz's and watch him try to shuffle away from you fearing he'd invaded your space.

"Not an addiction, research. This is what I want to do." Eli pointed firmly to the screen.

You snorted, "Give blowjobs?" making Klitz chuckle, and Eli shoot you a death glare.

"No, dumbass. Film them! This is what I want to do."  He practically knelt in front of the screen.

"Eli what if every other... film you made was garbage? What would you do if you were a one-hit wonder?"

Eli fumbled slightly, he'd be stupid to deny that wasn't a fear of his.

"I guess I'll just have to make another movie." He furrowed his brows as he spoke—as if deep in thought... which Eli was not capable of.

"You really think April and Ferrari would come back and film with you? And who would you hire for a male role? I-" Klitz cleared his throat, "Fencing Guy... said it was a one-time thing, remember?" he hissed through clenched teeth, trying to lower his voice in front if you.

You smirked turning away from Klitz, it's been nearing on a month and he still hadn't admitted to you that he was the fencing guy in Eli’s sex-ed film.

Eli's eyes went wide and almost crazed as he turned to face both of you.

"Oh no." Klitz started.

"I really don't like that look." You groaned.

"We don't need Ferrari or April!" He practically shouted.

Klitz began shaking his head, starting slow but quickly gaining in pace, and you thought you were following… but you were still petrified that this was even being suggested.

"You wanna make a movie?" Eli asked with a mischievous glimmer in his eye.

Klitz practically jumped up. "No! No way, Dude. That is NOT happening."

Eli rolled his eyes. "C'mon Klitzy, don't be a pussy."

You were following... perfectly loud and clear—but you felt like this was all an elaborate joke you didn't quite understand.

"Movie of who?" You asked, brows furrowed, eyes wandering to meet Eli's.

"No, don't even entertain him." Klitz put his foot down—and you kinda liked seeing him step up and be in charge for a change. The confidence looks good on him.

"I've got two perfect actors right in front of me." Eli grinned, rather evilly if you were quite honest.

"No, absolutely not, Dude. That's a stupid fucking idea." Klitz continued to stand his ground.

"Oh c'mon Klitz! Amateur stuff is all the rage! And besides, weren't you saying how you wanted to-" Eli was cut off by a blur practically pouncing on him, and Klitz's hand clamping down over his mouth.

He was wide-eyed and looked like he was running off pure adrenaline. "Don't listen to him—he's crazy." He turned to Eli, hand still firmly against his mouth. "You're crazy."

Eli smacked his hand down and glared at him. "We three could be a tripod. Klitzy... dude. C'mon." He pointed between the three of us in a wild and loose circling gesture.

He shook his head.

"Do not make me beg right now, Klitz! I'm already on my knees!" His voice cracked as he yelled, immediately crumbling down to his knees.

Klitz continued shaking his head. 

You sat awestricken. God, you wished this was a dream, no—a nightmare you could wake up from.

You even gave yourself a little pinch in hopes that…nope. Real-life. Fuck.

On one hand… you’d had a debilitating crush on Klitz for a few months now, and either he was too oblivious to notice, or worst case scenario—he didn’t feel the same.

"So what? We'd... we’d… and you'd film?! That's a little fucked don't you think?" You finally spoke, startling both boys.

Eli stood, outstretching his hands as if he was a religious figure. "We're all friends here. You wouldn't have to do anything you wouldn't want to."

Were you really considering this? If Eli was insane, then you were completely off the deep end.

Yes, you were all friends but didn't that add to the embarrassment? Eli seeing you and Klitz... intimately, nonetheless filming it—and you being intimate with Klitz.

This was one fucked up nightmare.

"Dude! You were literally just begging us to do it—is that not the same thing as forcing us?!" You'd never seen Klitz so frantic.

You felt a strange twinge in your chest—fear. Fear that he didn't want to do this because it was with you.

After all... "Fencing Guy" seemed quite relaxed in the hands of April.

"What would it contain?" You asked. Considered? Contemplated?

Yep, you were definitely as crazy as Eli, and he knew it from that signature grin that grew across his face.

He almost immediately abandoned Klitz’s side, practically knocking over anything in his path as he scrambled to join your side.

"Whatever you're comfortable with." He remarked—strangely comfortingly, despite him wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

You hadn't made eye contact with Klitz the entire time you'd been thinking about it. You were terrified of some expression he'd hold that would ruin everything if you admitted to considering it.

"Klitzy, dude. She's thinking about it. That means you should too." Eli nudged his best friend.

He looked deep into your expression, and somehow this felt more vulnerable than if you were to fuck Klitz on camera with Eli filming the process.

He looked panicked—probably just as panicked as you felt internally.

Panicked at what you were thinking—were you thinking?

"For god's sake, this silence is killing me… Klitz wants to fuck you anyway so why not just let me film it!" Eli yelled in frustration.

"Fuck you, Dude!" Klitz yelled in desperation, his face redder than a tomato ripening in the California sun.

"What! If you didn't say it no one would and this wouldn't get anywhere!" Eli argued back.

You sat stunned once again on the couch as the boys bickered.

Their overlapping yells got so loud that eventually, their separate voices seemed to fade into one voice.

"Is that true?" You asked rather quietly.

Eli was still yelling but Klitz was hyperaware of you at all times, so you quickly got his attention.

"Huh?" He asked, brows still furrowed from quickly shifting from the argument to you.

"I asked if it was true." You repeated.

Eli scoffed, "Of course it is, why do you think he's always so flustered around you?"

"Eli!" Klitz turned back to him, voice pleading. Eli put his arms up defensively.

"Eli, can I talk to you?" You eventually spat out, tired of the arguing between the two boys.

"Not before I do." Klitz interjected.

You crossed your arms, starting to feel yourself grow annoyed, suffocating beneath the thick tension in the living room. “Fine. Go then."

Klitz took ahold of Eli's elbow and dragged him down the hall, the boy scampering to not trip over his own feet, attempting to keep pace with the long-limbed boy.

They weren't gone long, at least not long enough for you to sincerely think it over on your own without the two's bickering.

All you'd heard throughout their conversation following the slam of a door, was a quick slap of skin and a whiny cry of pain from Eli before another strike landed amongst incoherent conversation—albeit muffled by the closed door.

Klitz returned with an expression on his face you couldn't place, while simultaneously holding his cheek, and Eli looking like he'd just won an Oscar.

Klitz exited from the bathroom, his brows knit tightly, meanwhile Eli held that shit-eating grin on his face as he extended the bathroom door open for you.

"M'lady." He gestured to you, letting you know it was your turn to talk to him.

You passed Klitz who held a wide-eyed, almost pleading expression, avoiding your eye contact as he sat on the couch.

You and Eli stood in the bathroom for a moment in silence, driving him mad as you desperately attempted to collect your thoughts.

"Is what you said true, or just some ruse to get me to agree?" You finally broke the silence.

"It's true—Jesus, I mean if you think I'm sick, you should hear the shit Klitz mumbles about you when he stays over!"

Your cheeks felt warm immediately from his words. "W-What do you mean?"

"Well, I've heard in quite the explicit detail what Klitz would do to you if he ever got the chance—not to be vulgar, and this is his chance!"

You bit at your nails in thought, "If it's his chance, why is he so apprehensive?"

You didn't know what was crazier—the fact you were considering exploiting yourself on film for Eli, or that you were confiding in him.

What you refused to tell Eli was that you'd had your own little daydreams involving Klitz... that was something he didn't need to know.

"He doesn't want to make you do anything you don't want to—and neither do I may I add!" He stuck his hands out before him, waving them frantically. This made you roll your eyes.

"You've known Klitz for a while now, you know how he is. He's shy, and definitely not the type to make the first move. Poor guy's been shut down more times than I can count."

You shoved Eli back by the shoulder making him yelp.

"Okay! Okay! But you know it's true. Klitz is literally in love with you, and again—not to be vulgar—but I'm fairly certain all of his wet dreams are about you."

Eli raised his brows as if this was top secret information and you were a client for hire... you kind of were, when you thought about it in retrospect.

"Eli... if you say anything about this to absolutely anyone I will skin you alive, do you hear me?" You stuck your finger aggressively close to his face, threatening to poke him in the nose.

He nodded fervently. You looked away from him so you could take a deep breath and leaned back against the wall.

"I've- I'm a virgin. I've never done anything like this, and consider me a prude or old fashioned or whatever you could possibly call me for saying so… but I want my first time to be special, no offense to you, but not one of your homemade movies."

He nodded but then cocked his head to the side, "Wait, I thought you were on board but now..." His eyes shifted between yours.

For some reason watching him try to put together the pieces made you nervous.

"What about if it was... other stuff?" Your arms crossed tightly over your chest.

Eli wasn't following.

"Christ sakes, Eli! Like just uh, oral… or something."

The word "oral" was barely above a whisper as it escaped from your lips.

He perked up again, "That's absolutely manageable!" He laughed, lifting up his baseball cap and running his hand through his hair in relief.

"So you're in?" He waited rather impatiently for your response.

"Fuck." You exhaled.

He practically jumped up and down with excitement. "YES! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!" He praised like a child just allowed to pick a candy bar from the checkout line of a grocery store.

He kissed his index and middle finger before pointing it up to the sky in triumph.

"Don't make me change my mind by geeking out." you scrutinized, narrowing your eyes as you watched him celebrate.

He nodded and recollected himself, putting on a cool demeanor.

He walked out towards the living room first, you trailing behind him.

He put on the signature Eli smile to Klitz who was eagerly awaiting your response.

"She's in Klitzy." He nodded firmly.

"Really?! I-I mean, are you sure?" Klitz stuttered.

You looked between the two varying emotions on the boys' faces.

"Eli... go get your camera." You muttered, unbelieving you were actually doing this.

“Alright- and... ACTION!" Eli yelled.

"What do we do? You gave no instruction..." You shot him a glare, a light venom lacing your tone.

You felt strangely annoyed to be standing in front of Klitz and Eli in your underwear—not ashamed as you thought you'd be. Though… you supposed Klitz being stripped down to boxers made you feel a little better.

"Sex stuff! Work up to it, you know." Eli brushed it off.

No, you didn't know—and neither did Klitz. Yes, you both had dreamed of it, but this was real, not fantasy.

"Uh... I-I could kiss you?" Klitz suggested. You tried to resist going flush yourself from his suggestion.

You turned back to Eli once more, "Are you rolling?"

He nodded, "Never stopped after saying action. Don't worry we can edit it when we're through."

You sighed, shutting your eyes briefly, and took a deep breath.

This was real, it was happening—don't cower out of it now.

You found it easier to pretend Eli wasn't there. You did that a lot, truth be told, but more so now.

Once you pushed Eli and the camera to the back of your mind, it was practically child's play from there on out.

You looked from Klitz's lips to his eyes as you trailed your hand up his chest, the way you did in the library, before settling your gaze back on his lips.

With a gentle shove to the couch and a small groan that escaped from his throat, you instantly felt that familiar twinge—the good one that settled in your lower tummy, a needy warmth blooming between your thighs.

You straddled his lap, looking deep into his eyes, watching... waiting to see if he'd make a move first. 

And just like clockwork, his lips lunged towards yours—bingo. 

As soon as your lips collided, his hands flew haphazardly to grip your thighs, desperate to feel even more of you against him. 

It was instantly like something awakened inside of him and he needed to feel you—hungry for your touch. This was not like the shy Klitz you'd known... and you didn't know if at that moment it scared you… or excited you.

His hands traced your thighs, rubbing small circles against the flesh making you shiver slightly. You attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but accidentally bumped his glasses with your hand. 

You quickly tried to take them off as effortlessly as you could, to make it look like it was purposeful. You pulled away from the kiss coyly checking on Klitz—who you'd noticed—pupils were already dilated. 

You realized you'd never seen him without his glasses, and despite it still being him he looked so shockingly different, you could clearly see bright green eyes that weren't hidden behind the thick lenses of glass or the wireframes that split his eyes in half when they slouched down his nose. 

You placed your hands flat on his shoulders, cocking your head to the side to litter his neck with light nips and kisses, eliciting another lewd groan from him. 

He seemed to be doing a pretty good job of pretending Eli wasn't there either… that, or he was just so completely dazed by you that he truly had forgotten. 

You sucked with a decent pressure on the sensitive skin right below his jaw you'd discovered one day when tickling him—you knew you'd leave a mark, but it didn't seem like either of you cared. 

You sucked the same spot on his neck, this time rocking your hips gently against his, creating friction against him.

"F-Fuck..." He groaned burying himself in your shoulder. 

You swapped back to kissing his lips, feeling his hands travel up your waist before landing on your chest with a light squeeze as you continued grinding against him.

He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, taking you by surprise and making you darkly giggle as you recollided your mouth to his. 

His tongue brushed gently across your bitten lip before you opened your mouth a little wider to allow him access.

He happily and rather needily accepted, coaxing your tongue into his mouth, feeling the warmth of the strong, wet muscle against his. 

You stayed like this until you physically couldn't handle his hardness prodding into your thigh for any longer. 

You pulled yourself away with a smutty string of saliva still connecting you both by the lips. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, separating the spit as you looked into his eyes, slowly crawling off his lap and onto the floor. 

While you did this as slowly as you could to draw out his eagerness, you took the opportunity to collect as much slickness in your mouth as possible. 

You sat with your hands pressed against his thighs in front of him on your knees, eyeing him cautiously to make sure he was still okay with this, but he truly was dazed. 

"You want to feel my tongue against your cock-?" You giggled softly, trying your best at ‘dirty talk’, rubbing your palm lightly against the tent in his boxers. 

"Oh my God-" Was all he could muster out as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxers and tugged gently. He sprung up impatiently with a lewd smack against his lower stomach. 

You had to control everything within you not to smirk knowing the proof of Klitz being "Fencing guy" was right here- barely inches from your face.

"Fuck, Klitzy, I don't know if I can fit all of you in my mouth."  You purred, making him practically whimper at your words.

 Talking dirty was a lot easier than it seemed…

You took him in your hand, watching his eyes press shut briefly from sudden contact. You'd barely even touched him and he was already dripping in precum. You gave him a few strokes and peppered kisses down his sensitive flesh before running the flat of your tongue all the way up his length and over the tip.

"S-Shit-" He panted, his hands immediately clinging to your hair, desperate to feel your warm tongue against his dick again, so you complied, licking another wet stripe up his length before sinking just the tip into your mouth. 

You looked up at him, and if you thought his pupils were big before—now they were completely and utterly blown. Almost no green of his iris was visible, all from the sight of you with your lips around his cock. 

You suctioned your cheeks against his tip, popping him out of your mouth with an obscene noise. His fingers clung deeper to your hair as he moaned. 

You took him back into your mouth- more of him this time and hummed, letting the vibrations from your throat hit his cock. His eyes were heavily lidded as he watched you, melting like putty in your hand every time you looked up at him. 

You popped him once more from your mouth, running your fingers down his length, coating him and your fingers in the slickness of your spit. He released your hair to trail his fingers along your forehead and down your cheek— attempting to make a mental note of you like this. 

You sank your mouth down on as much of him as you could—though it was admittedly difficult to fit his length in your mouth—bobbing your head up and down repeatedly while stroking the rest that didn't fit with your hand. 

"Oh f-fuck me." He moaned, brows knit together as he threw his head back, fists latching onto your hair once more and pulling you rather forcefully down towards his cock, fucking deeper into your throat. 

You opened wider attempting not to gag from the sudden forceful intrusion at your throat.

He filled up your mouth to the brim and still desperately wanted to go deeper, and it was causing the corners of your mouth to leak with saliva. 

You tightened the suction around him, before releasing it and running the flat of your tongue against him, stroking him continuously when your lips weren't wrapped around his dick. 

"Do you like seeing me like this?" You hummed. "On my knees just for you?" You questioned with a lewd open-mouth pant. 

"F-Fuck yes." He moaned through knit brows, looking down at you without lifting his head.

You imagined if he still had his glasses on, how they'd be sliding off the bridge of his nose, the edges of the lenses foggy from his hot face. Something about that image made you wish you'd left his glasses on him.

You pumped him in your hand, feeling him twitch against your skin, as you swirled your tongue along his cockhead. His cheeks were just as red as his pleading, throbbing cock, threatening at any moment to rush him through his high. 

You bobbed your head around his length a few more times as his moans became more erratic and he twitched against your tongue. 

"Y-You look so pretty with your lips around m'dick-" He praised through stammers and uneven pants, trying as hard as he could to form actual words.

You moaned against him this time, bringing back that same vibration feeling as you squeezed your thighs together creating pressure against you.

You felt his fingers cling to your hair again and you relaxed your throat knowing he was going to force himself down—which he did quickly and aggressively, but you didn't mind.

You’d been learning as you went how to adjust to the size of his huge dick against your tongue. Something about the way he yearned for the warmth of your mouth on his cock made your cunt throb. 

Explictives rolled off his tongue as he fucked as deep into your throat as he could without fear of hurting you but attempting to gain on his release. You could feel the tears from the pressure welling up in your eyes, and as you looked up to him with your own half-lidded eyes, he knew he didn't have much longer.

"F-Fuck! I-" He panted, trying to form words but the pleasure coursing through his nerves had them caught in his throat. "M'gonna c-cum…" he whined. You popped him from your mouth making him whine slightly.

"Where do you wanna cum, Klitzy?" You hummed, not daring to stop building up his ever-threatening orgasm.

Half words and curses were all he could manage. "Th-Thr- fuck..."

"You wanna cum down my throat?" You purred, making him shut his eyes tight and bury his hands in your hair as he whimpered and bucked his hips slightly. 

You were a little nervous- but this was the big shot. This was the all or nothing for Eli's film, and you’d be damned if you hadn't gotten this far without the intent to finish it. 

You slid your mouth down him, bobbing up and down a few more times, hollowing out your cheeks around him and stroking his pulsing cock, until he groaned from deep within his throat, and came right against your tongue with a long, huffy expletive pouring from his lips.

You watched as he threw his head back a final time, riding out his high. Something about the way he looked all dazed and the way his chest heaved and fell—made you obsessed. 

He was a mess—and it was because of you.

His hair clung to his forehead, and across the bridge of his nose, spreading to his cheeks were flushed bright red. His hands fell limply from your hair, gathering his strength again as he leaned forward, smashing his lips with yours as he tasted his own salty release off your lips. 

"CUT!" Eli yelled before hopping up and down excitedly. "Jesus, guys! That was fucking insane!" 

Eli's interruption brought you both back to reality— the reality where you had just given your first blowjob to Klitz, and he'd just gotten his first blowjob from you...

And Eli filmed it all. 

"Do you need a tissue? I-I can get you a tissue." Klitz felt around for his glasses, finally locating them with his fingertips before sliding them on to rest against the bridge of his nose.

"I, uh, swallowed." You admitted rather bashfully, disregarding the rather lewd performance you'd just put on. 

Klitz's eyes widened—he hadn't expected you to do that, and rather honestly neither did you.

“Your kiss caught me by surprise." You giggled, coyly attempting to change the subject. 

"S-Shit..." Klitz panted between laughs— he was still trying to catch his breath. The way Klitz's glasses fogged from the temperature difference of his cheeks is how you imagined them to look while your lips were around his dick. 

"Do- Do you need something? Uh like, w-water or something?" He asked with a concerned expression. 

You shook your head, "No, I'm good. Are you, you know, alright?"

He laughed, "Of course I'm alright, I'm more than fucking alright."

You giggled at his satisfied daze, helping to tuck himself back into his boxers before climbing beside him on the couch. 

You looked at him for a minute, adoring the way he looked once more as you tangled your arm around his heaving chest. 

He looked slightly embarrassed for a moment as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, "Y-You know, I'd pictured that happening a million times before but of course it really happening was loads better than imagining it." 

You chuckled at his unknowingly dirty word choice which made him furrow his brows until he buried his face in your neck, laughing softly too, after realizing what he'd said. 

Eli had already run the camera to his room to start editing his "New masterpiece!" as he kept yelling from upstairs. 

You helped Klitz up from the couch, holding onto his arm for a second until he got the hint and bashfully shoved his glasses up again before leaning down to lock his lips with yours. 

You pulled away with a smile, admiring the adorable boy who was surprisingly, incredibly well-endowed. "When you pictured it in your head- was Eli there?"