a dumpster

Scene 1

The scene starts off in a living room. Sky sits languidly on the couch playing with his phone when a shirtless Amir walks in, a towel slung around his shoulders. He beams at the sight of Sky.

“Eh, Aedy tak roger pun abang datang.”

Sky looks up and smirks at what he sees. His eyes take in the sight of Amir in front of him, all bare skin with his short shorts riding up his thighs. He looks innocent enough that it doesn’t feel purposefully showy, but his body is already meant to be a seduction on its own.

“Aku ada hal nearby so aku tumpang tidur sini jap. Abang kau baru keluar, ada kerja.”

“Ohh,” Amir says in that faux interested tone. He doesn’t care about where his brother went, he’s more interested in the fact that Sky is here. Amir clearly has a little crush on Sky, the way he lingers around is telling enough.

He slings his towel over his shoulder, hair still mostly damp when he goes to the kitchen where Sky is. He doesn’t miss the way Sky eyes his shirtless body and leans on the counter, his arms pushing out whatever little chest he has to show.

“Bang, Amir nak mintak advice ni.” Amir lightly bites his tongue in between his teeth, contemplating on the question. But fuck it, he has to take his chance talking to Sky while Aedy isn’t here. If his step brother were to hear this then he’d have to prepare for an earful about menjaga batas and the dangers of having free sex.

“Asal?”

“Tak la, abang kenal kan girlfriend Amir tu?”

“Yang rambut pendek tu kan? Hot gak.”

Amir’s slightly taken aback by the comment, but he brushes it off. “Umm, so relationship kitorang macam dah start develop…” Amir lowers his voice even further, a bit hesitant to continue. “Lepastu dia macam nak take a step further tapi…”

“Kau still virgin ke, Mir?”

Amir flushes over the direct question. “Ha’ah.”

“Kau nak aku advice?”

See, Sky is cool. He’s chill and so unlike Amir’s step brother. He plants these ideas in Amir’s head sometimes, things that feel wrong but would be so good to do.

“Entahla, Mir. Aku rasa kau ni macam kena practice benda-benda macam ni.”

“Practice macam mana?”

Sky pats on the seat on the couch beside him, not really moving to make space so Amir would have to squeeze in between Sky and the armrest, high bare thigh against Sky’s jeans.

The determined focus is cute on his face. It’s almost as if he doesn’t know that he’s about to be defiled. Still, they’ve actually done this before. He doesn’t get to act so shy.

“Macam haritu, kau cakap nak learn how to kiss, so aku tolong guide kau.”

“Tu before Amir ada girlfriend.” Amir is acting coy, that much is obvious. He wants it bad but he’s trying to get Sky to chase him a little. “Kalau buat sekarang macam… cheating.”

The thing is, Amir isn’t reluctant, he actually looks curious. He’s just playing hard to get, asking for a little push so he doesn’t seem too willing. Sky just thumbs at his knee casually, eyes shamelessly taking in Amir’s body in front of him.

“It’s not cheating kan? Kalau sama-sama laki.”

It feels so elementary but Amir nods, flushing over his own eagerness. Sky’s smirking down at him like a wolf.

“Sini.” Sky pats on his thigh, legs spread enticingly and Amir clearly eyes the bulge in between. He bites his lower lip and crawls on top of Sky to sit his little butt down on his thighs.

Even when he finally has height over Sky he’s still the one getting led during the kiss. He lets Sky’s tongue in easily, so naturally like he’s used to it. Got his practice in for kissing, at least. But sex—Amir groans into Sky’s mouth when he feels a large hand groping him from behind, pushing the little shorts up, until they barely hide anything.

Sky pulls away first, then trails his lips down Amir’s jaw, down to the length of his neck. Amir moans when he feels teeth, and starts to rock his hips while Sky sucks marks into his skin.

“Nak lagi…” Amir asks shyly. He feels himself getting hard, but so is Sky. He’s been rocking his hips, rutting his growing hard on against Sky and the older didn't seem to mind. He hums against Amir’s skin and trails a hand in front now to fondle him over his shorts.

Amir whines and bucks his hips, trying to get Sky to touch him more. “Lagi…” he begs breathily.

They’ve done this before. Perhaps it had been more than just a kiss. The way Amir rocks his body against Sky’s had been too natural and experienced for someone who acted so shy over his girlfriend asking him for sex.

“Like I told you last time—nak mintak for anything kena melutut dulu.”

Maybe Amir should start explaining to his girlfriend that he’s better at being on his knees and sucking cock than he is at using it.

Scene 2

The scene cuts to Aedy coming home. He parks his car and opens the door, coming out and looking put together with his button up and tie. He slams the door closed and makes his way to the house.

He swings open the door with a sigh. “Weh, aku tertinggal wallet, kau ada nampak—“

When he walks in, the first thing he sees is his step brother on his knees, in between his best friend’s legs. Sky’s still fully clothed, but the clear suggestion of what was about to happen is obvious.

“Amir?”

Amir turns around, wide eyes and mouth a pretty red, looking kiss-stupid and scared. “Aedy? Kenapa kau—“

“Aedy, adik kau goda aku,” Sky drawls languidly, hand casually patting Amir’s head.

Amir’s eyes widen at the accusation that is… somewhat true. But it wasn’t completely on him. But he’s the shirtless one, with a hardon that’s straining in his shorts. He looked like a complete prostitute. “Tak, Aedy—“

Aedy slams the door close behind him and Amir flinches over the loud sound. Sky is somehow unbothered by all this, a smirk playing on his lips when he grabs Amir’s face to look up at him again.

“Tak sangka kau reti takut dengan abang kau.” Sky laughs at his wide-eyed look.

He’s used to seeing Amir act up, thinking he has the rights to just because he had an issue with Aedy’s father as a kid. Their age gap was big enough that Aedy only stayed patient and kind, all the while nagging him at most when he did irresponsible things.

This is just something interesting for Sky to watch. He wonders how it’s going to unfold, because he knows better as an audience—Aedy’s protective streak came from something more possessive.

Aedy remains quiet when he locks the door behind him. His keys are thrown on the table and tension grows thicker the longer Amir stays on his knees. So he tries to push himself up, find higher ground so he doesn’t feel so much like a prey but then Aedy’s heavy hand pushes for him to stay down.

“Cuba tunjuk kau buat apa dengan Sky.”

Amir makes a noise of surprise. Isn’t—isn’t Aedy angry over his involvement with Sky? Why’s he trying to get Amir to show him?

“Kau pandai kan menunjuk?” The things that Sky says are just meant to get Amir into bigger trouble with his step brother.

He pulls Amir in by the hair, presses his face close to the bulge that’s been waiting for his attention. “Cepatla, selalu kau yang tak sabar nak hisap.”

Amir closes his eyes, heart probably beating in his throat from how threatened he feels with Aedy in the room. The older remains silent, watching the way Amir slowly moves to unzip Sky’s jeans, shyly mouthing in hopes that Aedy will think it’s enough embarrassing him like this and leave them alone.

But he stays watching, and Amir can’t tell what look he has on his face during it. When Sky forces his head down until Amir gags, he holds from whining out loud, embarrassed of Aedy hearing him. But he can’t help the wet noises, sloppy with the way he drools all over Sky’s length when the older uses his mouth like a toy.

“Sedap sangat ke mulut budak tu?” It’s meant to be a scornful remark, but Aedy can’t help the interest in his voice.

“Paling sedap aku penah rasa,” Sky grins. “Ada je guna mulut dia selain cari gaduh dengan kau.”

Amir squeezes his eyes shut at the jab. Sky’s grip is too tight on his hair that he can’t pull away to argue back. And maybe it’s the lack of oxygen, but he’s getting a little heady just from having a cock in his mouth.

“Kau tak rasa adik kau lagi sayang aku daripada kau?” Sky casually throws out the question.

Aedy knows Sky’s just joking, trying to get a rise out of Aedy. But it actually struck a chord inside him. Something he already felt but didn’t want to acknowledge. He doesn’t know why he’s getting jealous but he does.

“See?” Sky pulls Amir’s off his length by his hair, his pupils are blown wide, looking so drunk off sucking cock. “Nampak kan dia suka gila.”

Amir clearly favourites Sky, Aedy knows this. It always rubbed him the wrong way when Amir calls Sky as abang, when he doesn’t even do the same to his own step brother. But seeing the brat that he’s always known, finally tame on his knees, he finally gets why.

It’s hard to say if Amir is even pretending to be embarrassed by this anymore. He’s just melting in the attention, pupils blown, he’s clearly drunk on cock by now, losing his grasp on trying to act reluctant.

Aedy joins in then, getting a tight grip of Amir’s hair and pulling him into his bulge. Even while clothed, Aedy looks big, already hard in his shorts just by watching Amir blow his best friend.

Aedy grinds his bulge into Amir’s face, moving his hips like he’s already imagining what it’s like to fuck his mouth. The younger only looks up from under his lashes, half lidded and heady from the promise of Aedy’s girth. Amir turns his head to mouth at Aedy’s bulge, tongue peeking out in a desperation to taste. He feels it growing further under his attention and his mouth waters.

“Aedy,” Amir whines, hand moving slowly along Sky’s cock, distracted by the other one in his face. “Aedy, cepat la.”

Aedy stares him down, head tilted to the side and contemplating on something. The he says, “Kau kena start panggil aku abang.”

Amir flushes at his request. For some reason it feels even more humiliating than being on his knees asking for cock. “Perlu ke start sekarang…”

“Cepat cakap.”

Amir bites his lower lip, he really doesn’t want to, it’s embarrassing. But he just gets so sweet when you get him to behave. His voice is gentle, a little shaky, and so, so needy. “Abang… cepatla…”

Aedy grins, finally pushing down the waistband of his pants and his cock springs out, veiny and thick. Amir wonders if he can even take the whole thing into his mouth.

“Bukak luas-luas,” Aedy orders lovingly.

Aedy’s girth is a stretch, and he doesn’t give Amir any time to process the size of it. He pushes in, poking his cheek out from the inside, teasingly at first before pushing Amir’s head down onto the rest of his length. Amir gags, coughing smothered by Aedy’s length inside his mouth, and he’s a whole mess of drool and tears running down his face.

Aedy fucks his cock in meanly, so unlike a good brother that he tries to portray and it’s from the frustration of taking care of Amir the past few years only for him to be taken away by someone else first.

He fucks until he settles his cock in the base of Amir’s throat, forcing tears out of his eyes and onlyletting go once it’s teetering near too much. The two older guys stand side by side then, letting Amir alrernate between sucking their lengths, both of his hands occupied and his mouth working harder than ever.

Scene 3

The scene cuts to them moving to the couch, and Amir is fully naked while the other two have taken their shirts off. He’s on his hands and knees before Sky pushes his head down so he can properly present himself. Aedy takes his place behind Amir, cock rockhard and rubbing between his crack like a starved man.

The camera finally gets a good look at Amir’s privates then—waxed clean and clearly stretched before the filming. But still, it's a small little thing. A tight pucker that would look obscene stretched around the length rubbing against it.

Aedy pulls his hand back and lands a hard spank that gets Amir to jump. Then he lands another hit, the sound loud and sharp at the slap of skin. Amir moves away with a whine. “Taknak, sakit…”

Aedy pulls him back in by his hips, resting his hard length on top of his reddened cheek this time. “Next time kau buat perangai, aku takkan stop even if kau menangis,” Aedy gives a dark promise.

Amir nods, already sniffling.

The initial stretch is always difficult. Amir chews on his lower lip, squirming when Aedy keeps pushing in, like his cock is never ending from how much it felt. It didn’t seem possible from how small Amir’s hole looks but Aedy manages to feed his entire length in. The rim stretched tight to fit him.

“Sedap?”

Amir nods mindlessly, back curved and asking for more. This doesn’t feel like his haughty act anymore, Amir’s just taking it like he’s used to. Fucking back against Aedy’s thrusts while he nurses on Sky’s, mouth opening like a natural. Amir has never looked more comfortable. It’s like he belongs there, spitroasted on both of their cocks.

His length jumps with every thrust of Aedy’s cock. Drooling out precum even without anyone’s attention of it, already so close just from being fucked from both ends. It’s hard to reach down like this, he needs to hold himself up, but he wants to touch himself.

Amir tries to let out a whiny and garbled ‘abang’ with his mouth full of cock. He doubts they’ll give him what he wants, but he can try. He’s unsteady, lowering himself on his elbows before trying to reach a hand down. But his efforts stop short when Sky pulls his head up by his hair.

Amir whines in loss when Aedy pulls out, his hole winking when he tries to clench on nothing. He was so close to coming, if Aedy went on a little longer, if he let Amir jerk himself off—

“Pusing, aku nak tengok muka.”

Before he could fully move himself, Amir’s vision spins when he gets manhandled on his back. Hands are pushing the back of his thighs and he’s exposed again, every inch of skin displayed for everyone to leer at.

The position feels wildly intimate like this. Aedy pushes his legs open until the strain starts to hurt and almost folds him in half, then he aims his hard length, pushing it in without warning.

“Abang—“ Amir gasps out. The pace Aedy sets is immediately brutal, harsh like he’s trying to chase Amir’s breath away. “Ah, aba—“

His cock is hard, despite the harsh treatment. He wants to come, but Aedy has his wrists held down, body weight completely smothering Amir’s underneath him and he can’t move, he simply has been pinned there to take it.

He feels a hand on his face, large and strong hand petting him before slipping two digits between his lips. They push down his tongue and purposefully digs in deeper until he gags. Amir moves his head to the side but he can’t run—Sky simply laughs and keeps fingerfucking his mouth.

The struggling makes Amir clench around Aedy unknowingly, getting his step brother to groan and stutter in his movements. He pulls out then, clearly affected and having to hold himself back from coming. He gives a quick swat to Amir’s ass when he moves back, and letting his legs down, signalling it was Sky’s turn to take over.

“Sini,” Sky situates himself on the couch, and Aedy manhandles him until he’s sitting on Sky’s lap, his cock long and hard as Amir remembered. He misses having it in his mouth.

“Kau pandai kan gelek?” Sky teases him. It’s meant to make Aedy jealous, the knowledge that Amir has been showing himself off to Sky while acting like a haughty little brat with Aedy.

Amir bites his lips and lowers himself down onto Sky’s length. He’s a natural, circling his hips and riding the length like he’s made for it. The title of a whore that they called him really fits him.

He becomes a little shameless, then. Enjoying it too much from the way he bounces and chases after his orgasm. He strokes his own cock with a hand and holds himself steady with the other by gripping Sky’s shoulder. Then he gets too lost in his own pleasure, just grinding and circling his hips while he fists his length quickly and finally comes.

They don’t reprimand him for it—not yet. They just watch him as he gives them a little show. Sky seems to enjoy how much tighter he gets during his orgasm, and Aedy’s leaving marks on his neck, kissing sloppily and biting on top of the ones Sky had left before.

He’s worked up, almost panting with want now from the little show Amir gave them. He’s rutting his hard length against Amir’s skin, right along the crack like he’s demonstrating what he’s trying to do. His rutting feels filthy, impatient from waiting, aiming his cock against Amir’s already stretched hole like he’s trying to shove in next to Sky.

Trying—until Amir starts to feel the pressure. Aedy holds his cock still, thumb pushing at his cockhead.

“Jap,“ Amir gasps out, panicked. He’s actually about to force his cock in Amir’s already filled hole. “Ma—macam tak muat je.” Sky pulls his head down by the nape, burying Amir’s face into the crook of his neck to restrain him.

Aedy’s other hand is pushing him flush against Sky’s body, refusing to let him move while Sky helpfully spreads him open even further, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass. “Boleh je ni.”

“Abang,” Amir whines out, hugging Sky close to him as his hips try to move away but there’s nowhere to run. He chews on his lower lip, forcing himself to relax when he feels Aedy’s thick cockhead trying to push, but it’s too much, he’s already so full. “Aku—ah, Amir takleh tahan—“

“Sikit je lagi, Mir,” Aedy coos, but his voice is so rough, it feels more predatory than it is comforting.

It’s too big, Amir sobs. They’re both generously sized individually but together they’re going to ruin him. “Tak boleh,“ he pants. “Abang besar sangat—“

Amir feels his hole starting to give into the force and keens, feeling like all air is pushed out of his body. It’s a tight fit, Aedy had to really shove himself in and Amir thinks he’s drooling, crying a little and completely overwhelmed by the stretch of Aedy’s length against Sky’s.

And yet—Amir’s own cock kicks weakly in turn, releasing ropes of cum against Sky’s abdomen like a betrayal. He’s already coming again. No one’s going to believe him anymore if he says he can’t take it—not when he just came after being pushed over his limits. Sky laughs meanly, sliding his hand in between them to roughly jerk Amir’s cock.

“Ah—jap, too much—“ Amir pleads, hands scrambling against Sky’s back.

“Cakap tak tahan tu sebab kau nak pancut lagi ke, Mir? Ingatkan sebab sakit.”

“Tak,” Amir sobs, voice breaking in his moans when Aedy shoves in deeper. He can’t take it—

“Sedap sangat ke? Sampai takleh cakap dah tu.”

“Abang Ae—“

Amir thinks he’s shaking, moaning weakly into the crook of Sky’s neck when Aedy fucks in, in, in, right to the hilt and Amir didn’t think it was possible. He’s so full, stretched thin like never before. It’s hard to breathe, much less let a sound out. It’s too much but somehow good. He doesn’t have a single control of his body left and it should be scary. He’s simply getting used by them.

Then Aedy pulls out, and fucks in one deep thrust. Again, and again while Amir hiccups out his moans. Sky also moves his hips from under Amir, slower but he could reach much deeper in this angle. They’re both taking turns fucking him in tandem while Amir’s own cock is still half hard, just drooling out cum as he’s getting double fucked.

His body doesn’t feel like his own anymore, just sandwiched there in between larger bodies and made to take it like a good fucktoy. They’re not nice about it too. It doesn’t matter that Amir had just came, toes curled from sensitivity, he’s just a sweet hole for them to fuck into.

Amir thinks he sees spots in his vision when he comes again, and he’s so overstimulated he’s going to pass out but they just keep going—making a mess of him, of his hole. Stretching him and ruining him for anyone else after this. Amir had never been fucked completed stupid like this before.

They make him feel like it, with the way Aedy grunts and coos out his name, tells him how much sweeter he is like this, how if he knew the way he could get Amir to listen to him was just to fuck him open then he would’ve done so earlier.

Sky starts kissing him at one point but it’s all one-sided, Amir can barely keep up. He just lets Sky lick inside his mouth while he just whines everytime Aedy fucks in too roughly.

It feels like they go on forever—it doesn’t matter to them if he’s came, if he sobs from oversensitivity, he’s only there to take the both of them until they’re done ruining him open. Sky is the first to come, groaning into Amir’s jaw about how good he takes it, how he’s born for this, and Aedy joins soon after, tells him he should’ve done this earlier if he knew how much Amir wanted it.

And Amir is so full, too overwhelmed to even talk. He whimpers and whines in between them and he doesn’t think his body even belongs to him anymore. Soon after they’re done they pull out of him, and Amir gasps because he can feel the cum slowly drooling out, tries to clench but he can’t—not really able to stop it.

They manhandle him onto his knees then, pushes his head down and holds his hips up in a tight grip. Then someone pulls his cheeks apart, showing off the gape even further. It’s an obscene contrast of how it looked before they started.

It winks when Amir tries to close it, some of the cum dribbling out despite his best effort. Aedy’s greedy fingers shove inside to show how loose he’s gotten, easily swallowing up three of his thick fingers and Amir can only let out a weak moan.

“Dah puas? Lepasni takkan goda orang dah kan?”

Amir weakly nods his head the best he can in this position. He doesn’t think they’re even looking at his upper body right now.

—

Post-scene Interview

“So how was it, Amir?”

“Umm,” Amir laughs breathily, shaking his head. He’s resting his weight against Sky’s after the older actor had wrapped Amir up in the blanket and pulled him in with a side hug. “More intense than I expected. Abang Aedy pandai berlakon garang, Amir almost takut betul-betul tadi.”

Aedy joins them again, sitting by Amir’s other side after he’s done putting his pants back on. The three of them are seated in the same order they started with, except now Aedy and Sky are topless. Amir’s still naked underneath the blanket they provided him.

“Sorry, abang buat ganas sangat ke tadi?” Aedy asks in worry, leaning in to cup Amir’s face and observe his expression.

“Tu la kau, Aedy,” Sky drawls at the side, eyes still on his phone. His character in the scene wasn’t any different from him in real life. Maybe he’s just a bit more affectionate. “Kesian budak ni, baru first day dah kena hentam. Amir dah la budak baik.”

Amir only laughs once they start to nitpick and bicker with each other while he’s stuck in the middle. He just met his older co-stars but it’s easy to feel comfortable with them. He has a feeling they’ll be called in for another project soon.

there has been rumours of a new school legend going around; rumours has it, on the third floor in a bathroom that no one uses anymore right at the second last stall, if you were to go in there you will find a hole in the wall—slip a couple of bucks around 12am, and there will be someone or something waiting on the other side. some kind of sex demon that sucks you off for a few ringgits.

apparently it’s the soul of a student there who used to sell himself to the rich kids of KUDRAT for pocket money. he didn’t die there or anything, but went hysterical after too much dicking and started to become addicted to sex. (‘macam mana jadi hantu kalau dia tak mati pun?’ ‘mana aku tau, kot after dia dah jadi bapak orang dia meninggal lepastu roh dia cari balik KUDRAT sebab rindu rasa kote. jangan tanya aku.’ ‘tapi aku taknak do hantu pedo.’ ‘aku tak suruh kau try stick your dick in pun kan? anyways—’)

fakhri retells his entire conversation with ayam to kahar during their sexcapade one day because he finds it hilarious and goes like, hey, we should check it out.

saying no isn’t really an option for kahar because it would make him look either suspicious—or a fucking coward. so here they are.

the final stall that the sex demon (read: kahar) should be in is locked from inside. always has been for years apparently because there was another ghost rumour that went around about that from previous years. not a sexy one, though. but kahar knows it’s because the lock is actually stuck, and it’s why no one actually tries to go in anymore.

fakhri settles for the stall next door, the one where everyone goes to lock themselves in to find the gloryhole. they’d slip some bills through the hole, then followed by their dick. it’s tasteless, but it pays.

kahar waits outside while fakhri tests the stall, locking himself inside then knocking on the wall to the stall next door. kahar snorts. “apa yang kau expect, gila?”

“memang kena tunggu midnight eh?”

there’s 40 minutes till 12, usually people don’t come in until 5 minutes before. although kahar wishes he could tell fakhri the sex ghost will be out of commission for the day since he’s here.

kahar tries anyway, “dia cuti jumaat kot.”

“lah,” fakhri responds, voice muffled from how he’s still inside. kahar wonders how long he’s going to stay in there playing ghostbusters. or sexbusters.

then he stays silent, almost long enough that kahar can hear the gears in his head turning. and he finally hears a kick to the wall, and he sees fakhri climbing up the wall. kahar calls him a fucking idiot.

“hantu mana je nak stay kalau kau cuba cari dia.”

fakhri just jumps to the other side with difficulty, the space a bit small and kahar knows this because he has to jump in over the door every other day.

on the other side, fakhri rummages with the door to the locked stall for a minute then somehow reappears from behind the door—the idiot really managed to wedge the lock open with brute strength.

“faham la kenapa kosong, kunci dia rosak. tapi effort gak eh dia sanggup panjat every day masuk sini.”

kahar can’t tell if fakhri already found out and is just fucking with him right now. or maybe he just knows it’s a living student but not kahar.

“entahlah,” is all kahar could say in response. “kau cakap hantu tadi, takkan hantu pun kena panjat.”

“oh, haah kan,” fakhri agrees blindly. going back inside, he bends down to look at the hole and gets to see the other side from where he came from. “fuck, mesti kotor do lubang ni. imagine the amount of dicks rubbing there.”

kahar doesn’t have to imagine.

“masuk la,” he urges kahar to come in. “kau takut ke?”

kahar regrets coming in here. “tak,” he says with a resigned sigh, stepping inside the familiar stall. “aku rasa benda ni merapu.”

the stall isn’t big enough for two guys, so fakhri has to bodily move him over to get to the door and when he closes the door behind him, there’s a wicked grin on his face.

nope. no, he is not dealing with that here. “kau kata kunci tu rosak, japgi takleh bukak kang.”

“aku tolong angkat kau naik nanti,” fakhri responds easily. see, kahar can climb up the stalls himself. again, he’s done it every other night.

but the problem is—fakhri’s like an octopus once he starts, his hold unrelenting around kahar’s middle, face already pressed against kahar’s neck like he lives there.

“kau serious la nak buat kat sini.”

“why not? takda sapa yang akan masuk sini. kalau ya pun tengah malam nanti baru ada yang masuk.”

kahar has a business to run and fakhri’s just trying to blow his nuts for free. that’s always been the case for him but not here, not where kahar gets the shameful reminder of what he’s been doing in secret. and his visitors can come in literally in any moment now.

“habuk,” kahar argues weakly, placing his hands on top of fakhri’s arms. he squirms at a hard suck on his jugular and fakhri laughs into his skin after hearing his reason.

“lupa kau ni anak manja orang kaya, mana suka tempat kotor berhabuk macam ni kan.”

kahar is not spoiled. he’s been fucked in worse conditions but he can’t defend himself without blowing his cover. “aku bukan anjing jalanan macam kau, nak buat kat merata tempat.”

“layan la,” fakhri whines a little, giving him that very rare instance where he makes himself look cute, and young. kahar knows what he’s doing, and he isn’t falling for it.

but fakhri’s words has never been the convincing part of him, his hands are. going all over the place and already slipping under his shirt, his joggers, fakhri’s hands roam everywhere.

fakhri doesn’t ever convince kahar in his words. he does whatever he wants in action. flips kahar around and gets him to pull his joggers down along with his briefs without any other sweet pujukan.

“kau still loose from tadi kan?”

oh, that’s the worst part. fakhri already got to blow his load this evening and he’s still being a sex pest now. kahar can’t stand highschool boys and their libidos, even if he himself is one.

kahar lets fakhri find the answer to that himself, lets him use as much spit as he possibly can so it’s not terrible, but kahar hopes his dick chafes somehow without it hurting kahar himself. fakhri seems to insert himself in with no problem, and kahar rests his forehead against the wall with a groan.

then he realises—his own dick is dangerously close to the gloryhole multiple other dicks have been through, and kahar shouldn’t be avoiding it so much for someone who’s had his mouth and ass almost touching it.

kahar almost complains about how gross it is. it doesn’t matter what fakhri’s going to tease him with at that point but then he hears the creak of the bathroom door opening and shit. shit.

awal la gila, kahar thinks to himself. it’s not even 12 yet, he thought malaysians had a habit of being late, not early. get yourself a dick appointment and suddenly you’re an hour early to the venue.

he thinks it’s because the rumour’s getting spread around even to the lower forms, more of those filthy rich kids hearing about what their pocket money can buy them in here other than shitty canteen food.

kahar panics. there’s a hole in the fucking wall and they can easily take a peek. he doubts their faces can be seen from the angle but it’s still risky. as if hearing his thought, fakhri whispers lowly into his ear, “aku dah lock pintu sebelah, takda sapa boleh masuk.”

right on cue, that person rattles the stalls when he tries to shove the door next to them open. “sial la, dah ada orang sampai dulu ke?”

fakhri fucks in, one deep thrust, rattling the walls of the stalls again in response and kahar whimpers at the force of it.

fakhri’s breath is hot against his ear, voice so deep even in a quiet whisper. “diam. nanti diorang ingat selama ni kau yang duduk dalam ni.”

kahar’s face burns shamefully. fakhri has to be doing this on purpose to mess with him. he has to already know but then again—he’s also just good at making annoying comments that hits a little bit too close to home. things that are basically true.

“fuck,” the voice outside curses out. “esok aku datang awal lagi.”

kahar doubts he himself will be coming here tomorrow, or anytime soon. the student leaves soon enough and kahar’s scrambling for his dear life to hold on through fakhri’s thrusts. he might actually die and become the sex demon that haunts the school if fakhri keeps this up.

he’s at least thankful fakhri’s covering his mouth with a broad palm, fingers digging into his cheeks to really muffle kahar’s noises as fakhri fucks him. and when kahar comes, he spills in his hand to catch the cum but some managed to drizzle against the wall, dirtying it even further.

fakhri is ruining his business, how can kahar keep doing this if he gets too embarrassed to whore himself out next time. fakhri is just blissfully ignorant of it all, chasing after his own orgasm and and groaning into kahar’s nape when he finally comes.

kahar shoves him away soon enough. he knows another person will come in after, and he just wants them to leave now. fakhri simply laughs at his haste, helping to force the lock open so kahar can get out without climbing.