#joelmatt

You're in Seattle with Joel and Burnie, and you're all good friends, so you end up deciding to share a hotel room. There's no real point in getting three separate rooms. It would be a bit of a waste of money.

Before you even get to the hotel, though, Joel's antsy about falling asleep before Burnie does. That's why you head over to the place you'll be staying a little early. Almost as soon as you walk in the door, Burnie's raiding the mini fridge and Joel's getting himself comfortable in bed. Burnie comes up with a massive bag of gummy bears and grabs a pillow out of the dresser, then steals the comforter off the bed so he can make his own bed on the floor.

You get the couch, and Joel gets the bed, minus two pillows you grabbed for yourself.

You turn the lights off and lay down, getting comfortable so you can actually get some sleep. You know Burnie snores, and you know that's why Joel was so antsy about getting to sleep. You don't mind Burnie's snoring, though. You can live with it.

Within a few minutes, though, Burnie's not snoring—he's eating the gummy bears.

You aren't really annoyed by it, because you weren't planning on sleeping just yet. All you can hear is the crinkling of the bag, but after a second, you hear something else. It makes you struggle not to laugh.

Every time the bag crinkles, Joel lets out the most exasperated sigh you've ever heard. It's one of the funniest things you've witnessed in your life. The bag of gummy bears crinkles, Joel sighs, and you snort trying to hold back your laughter.

It makes you wonder if any of you are going to get a proper night's rest. You're a little worried—you don't want to be exhausted all day, after all—but just as suddenly as the crinkling started, it stops.

Then Burnie starts snoring.

It took literally half a second for him to fall asleep.

He fell asleep while eating.

You lose it a little, snorting with laughter because Burnie fell asleep while he was in the process of eating. You're never letting him live that down.

Joel doesn't stop sighing at Burnie—though now he's sighing at how loudly he's snoring—and you consider whether or not Joel would notice if you jacked off.

You're sure he'd care—probably be a little grossed out, you guess—but you think you're safe from him noticing. You think he's focused too much on trying to sleep. Still, whipping your cock out in a shared hotel room is kinda weird, and it's too late to get privacy in the shower.

When you decide, once and for all, that he won't notice, you start to let your hands wander, sneaking under the covers and sliding beneath the waistband of your pants. You're already half hard. You've been thinking about getting off for too long. It only takes you a couple of long, slow strokes to get you the rest of the way there.

You've needed this for way too long.

Now, you just can't make any noise.

Once you're hard, you decide to work your way out of your pants, getting them down to your knees but leaving them on. The last thing you want in the world is to have to get up and look for your pants when you're done.

You take a deep breath before you continue, then wrap your fingers around your cock, giving yourself a squeeze and struggling to stay silent about it. It feels so good to be doing this, and you think the fact that you aren't supposed to be doing it only makes it better. You start to pump yourself, thrusting gently into your hand.

You almost jump out of your skin in pure panic when you make the couch creak. You're afraid you're going to get caught. Afraid Joel's going to know exactly what you're doing.

"You jackin' it over there, Matt?" Of course.

Of course he couldn't just ignore it. You think this is probably one of the most embarrassing possibilities. Like, Joel teasing you in the morning would've been okay. Even Joel asking you later if you were jacking off would have been fine. But your hand is around your cock and you're in the act and Joel caught you and he's asking.

"No," you say, though your voice has an unpleasant waver to it. "Why would I be?"

"I dunno," he says, shifting around on the bed with a creak. "Because you're a creep who gets off on listening to Burnie snore." He laughs and you're not sure if you're relieved he's making a joke of this or not.

"You freak," you say, voice still shaky. You don't think you'll be able to finish now. You're too scared of getting caught by Joel.

When you hear him get out of bed, you freak out. Pray he'll turn before he reaches the couch and go into the bathroom and say he needs to take a piss.

He doesn't.

Of course he doesn't.

He sits down on the couch with a smile on his face you can barely see in the dark, then says, "you're totally jerking off over here."

"No," you say again, and you think that's the weakest defense you could possibly produce. "I swear I'm not."

Joel laughs at you again, and you feel your face heat up because Joel is right next to you and you still have your fingers wrapped around your dick. You can't just suddenly pull your hand out from under the covers because that's like confirmation that you're doing exactly what he thinks you're doing.

There's a short silence, then Joel speaks again.

"I could do it."

Did Joel just offer to get you off? Are you actually considering it? You're almost tempted to ask him if this is real life.

Instead, you just nod.

Then, Joel slips his hand underneath your blanket and your waistband. His fingers lace with yours around your cock, but you're quick to pull your hand away. Joel's really touching you. Planning to get you off. Planning to make you feel good.

It's surreal.

His fingers tighten around you and you can't help a gasp, your hips arching up, trying to get more friction, more touching, more anything. You just want more of him, and that's a terrible thought to have because it's Joel. One of your best friends. Not the guy who should be touching your dick in a hotel room.

He pulls you out of your thoughts with a kiss. It's small and chaste, but Joel kissed you, and you think you're done resisting. You want this more than you think you've wanted anything in a long time, and Joel's giving it to you.

It takes him a moment to start moving his hand and you just barely hold back a moan when he does. You're too used to your own hand, you think.

"Shh," he whispers, covering your mouth with his free hand. "You'll wake Burnie up."

You know for a fact that nothing short of an atomic bomb could ever wake Burnie up, but you aren't going to start complaining about Joel's hand over your mouth. You kind of like it.

He gives you a squeeze and your hips jump upward, your back arching. The look on his face makes you shudder, your eyes fluttering shut.

He starts moving his hand again, swiping his thumb over the head of your cock a few times, spreading precum around.

He's fucking amazing.

He moves his hand from your mouth and kisses you again, then leans down to kiss at your neck. As he does that, he squeezes your cock harder. You think that's what gets you far too close.

"Fuck," you gasp, putting your hand on the back of his head to keep him right where he is. "I'm coming, Joel, oh fuck!"

He winces against your collarbone when you raise your voice, but pumps you through the best orgasm you've had in a long while, leaving you panting.

"Night, Matt," he says, smile on his face as he gets up off the couch and heads back to the bed.