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Ever since Skeppy and Bad had finally bit the bullet and planned their meetup, things had changed. They became nearly inseparable after meeting in person and eventually decided to move in together. Bad doesn't think he's ever been happier. He has a successful career, a family that kept in touch, a fluffy animal companion, and he was living with his best friend.
Bad and Skeppy love living together, they get on as well as they had online, if not better. Everyone who knew them would always say that they complimented each other's strengths and weaknesses. A perfect match, if you will. Living with Bad means that Skeppy's uploading schedule has finally become consistent, thanks to the motivation provided by his best friend. Bad no longer goes shopping at midnight, instead, he prefers to go with Skeppy in the middle of the day.
The two still get into occasional squabbles, but it isn't anything that can't be fixed by a simple apology and a peace offering of muffins. Everything is going so well that Bad knows something is bound to mess it up.
"Baaaaaaad," Skeppy says, as he hears his roommate enter the room.
"Hi, 'Geppy, you're up early!"
"It's 12:00 pm, Bad," Skeppy giggles, walking over to the coffee maker to shut it off.
"Anyway," Bad changes the subject, not wanting to get into one of their little fake arguments again. "My sister is in town, so I'm going to meet her for coffee. I'll be back in a few hours."
"Alright," Skeppy takes a sip of coffee, "Don't be surprised if I'm passed out when you get back. After all, I did wake up so early." He grins.
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Bad is halfway to his destination when he realizes to his annoyance that he's forgotten his wallet at home. He groans in frustration and makes a u-turn to head back to his house. When he arrives, he opens the door quietly, not wanting to wake Skeppy if he indeed is asleep. The man deserves his rest, even if it was the middle of the day.
Grabbing his wallet from the table where he had left it, Bad is about to leave when he hears a strange noise. It sounds like heavy breathing. His eyes immediately catch on the door to Skeppy's bedroom, a sliver of light is visible from where the door is cracked open. Bad, curious as to what his friend was up to, decides to peek into his friend's room. He tiptoes towards the door and quietly presses his face to the small opening. He nearly gasps out loud at what he sees.
Skeppy is lying on his bed, his shirt pulled up to expose his abs so his hand can run across them. His shorts were pulled down, showing off his hard cock. His head is thrown back against his pillow as he runs his fingers over his erection. Bad knows that he shouldn't be watching his best friend get off, but he simply can't peel his eyes away. His mouth falls open as he watches Skeppy tighten his hand around his cock and thrust his hips up to meet it. He groans as he runs his other hand through his hair and down his chest. Skeppy is fucking his fist furiously now, panting and swearing under his breath as he pleasures himself. It's the hottest thing Bad has ever seen.
When he can finally tear his eyes away from the erotic scene in from of him, Bad backs away from the door and leaves the house as quickly and as quietly as possible, not pausing to think about what he had just seen.
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Bad spends the rest of his day keeping as busy as possible and avoiding his roommate. Even a glimpse of Skeppy walking past his room makes his face turn bright red and his heart pound dangerously in his chest. But even as embarrassed as he is, Bad can't keep himself away from Skeppy for long, partially because they live together but also because Skeppy is Bad's favorite person. He won't let some accidental voyeurism come between them.
"Hey BadBoy," Skeppy says casually, his back toward the entrance to the kitchen. "It feels like I haven't seen you all week!" He turns to face his friend, grinning.
"Oh, yeah, I guess I've just been a bit busy." Says Bad, trying desperately to keep a straight face.
"You should take a break sometime, you'll work yourself to death." Skeppy says lightheartedly, raising his arms above his head to stretch. Bad's eyes immediately shoot to the sliver of skin between his t-shirt and his pants. He can just make out the beginnings of a dark happy trail hidden beneath his jeans. Bad's face turns pink when he realizes he's staring, and he quickly excuses himself to his room.
Once locked in the safety of his room, he allows himself to think about what in the world just happened. Why is seeing a bit of skin such a big deal for him? Heck! he's seen Skeppy shirtless before, but he's never reacted like this.
He's flustered, In fact, he's beyond flustered, he's turned on. No, no! He's not allowed to be horny for his best friend! And he definitely isnt going to touch himself right now. He is absolutely not going to jerk-
"Mmmh!" He slaps a hand over his mouth as he rubs himself over his jeans with the other. Okay, maybe he is going to jerk off, but only to get his mind off these weird feelings clouding his brain.
Just as he finally wraps his hand around the heated flesh of his cock, he hears a knock at his door. His heart stops for a moment before he scrambles toward the door.
"Uh, coming!" He yells, quickly buttoning his jeans and fanning his face with his hands. When he unlocks the door, Skeppy is standing there with his arm poised to knock on the door again. "Yes?" Bad asks, slightly out of breath from the near panic attack the knock had given him.
"Um, I was just wondering if you wanted to watch a movie...? Are you alright?" Skeppy raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"I'm fine!" Bad reassures a little too quickly, "What did you want to watch?" He shifts subtly, trying to hide more of his body behind his door.
"Nothing in particular," Skeppy shrugs, "I'm just bored."
Bad follows Skeppy to their living room, pausing to tuck his erection into the waistband of his pants. He sits down on the couch and pulls a pillow over his lap. Skeppy flops down next to him, sprawling out on the couch and grabbing the TV remote. Bad can't help but notice the way Skeppy's hands wrap around it. The way his arm flexes as he reaches out to point it at the TV. Bad shifts uncomfortably in his seat, going rigid as he feels his cock twitch in his pants.
"Why are you sitting like that?" Skeppy asks, giving him a weird look.
Bad decides to play dumb. "Like what?" He asks.
"Like you've got a stick up your ass," Skeppy laughs, "Why are you so tense?"
"Wha- language! I am not!"
"You are."
"Am not!"
"Yes you are, just watch!" And Bad does watch. He watches in horror as Skeppy shifts closer to him, reaching his toned arms out to rest his hands on Bad's shoulders. Bad holds his breath, waiting for Skeppy to laugh and pull away. Instead, Skeppy digs his fingers into the stiff muscles of Bad's shoulders and Bad moans.
Skeppy freezes. Bad panics.
"Omigosh, I'm so sorry! I don't know- I mean, I didn't mean to I just oh my goodness." He puts his head in his hands, shame rushing through him. Unfortunately for him, the pillow that had been covering his semi for the entire conversation, had fallen off his lap in his panic.
"How are you hard?!" Skeppy yelps. Bads face must be beet red at this point
"It's not because of, um- I, just, you kind of... interrupted me earlier..." He trails off, refusing to make eye contact with his friend.
"You were jerking off?!" He shouts incredulously, "BadBoyHalo jerks off?!"
"Skeppy! Ugh, this is so embarrassing," He whimpers. Skeppy laughs.
"Bad I'm just kidding. It's totally normal, I do it too."
"I know."
"See? Wait- what?"
"I saw you." He admits quietly
"Oh..." Skeppy's face heats up. Seems like it's his turn to be embarrassed. "When?"
"Last week," It feels good to get it off his chest, but it's still not any less humiliating.
"Is that why you were avoiding me?" Skeppy asks, a tinge of hurt lacing his words. Bad just nods, hiding his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"No, no! Skeppy, it's not your fault. It's all me! I'm the weird one! I stood outside your door and watched!" The confession comes in a rush, leaving Skeppy momentarily stunned.
Realization dawns on his face, "...You liked it." He murmurs, almost to himself, then louder; "Bad, did you like watching me?"
"I'm so sorry, Skeppy! I'm such a creep!" Bad cries, covering his face with his hands again. Skeppy shakes his head, scooting closer to put an arm around Bad's waist. He pulls him into a hug.
"It's okay BadBoy," He whispers, hot breath fanning over bad's neck. He shudders in Skeppy's arms. This was too much. Skeppy was too much.
"S-skeppy, uhm," He squirms, trying to break free. "You- you're making my problem worse," He manages to squeak out.
Skeppy pulls away, to Bad's simultaneous relief and dismay. "Oh, sorry," He rubs his neck awkwardly. A moment of silence passes before he speaks again, "I could um- no, forget it."
"You could what?"
"I could help?" He says quietly, as if trying not to frighten a small animal.
"Help with wh- oh, oh!" Bads heart is beating wildly in his chest and oh my goodness, he's so hard. As much as his rational mind is telling him that he'll regret it, he just can refuse. "Okay."
"Really?" Skeppy sounds almost excited.
"Yes. Please." Bad squeezes his eye shut as if blocking out Skeppy would somehow make this whole situation less embarrassing. He hears Skeppy suck in a breath and feels him shift closer.
"Bad, look at me." He does. Gosh, Skeppy is so gorgeous. Skeppy smiles and cups Bad's face with a hand. "Can I kiss you?"
Bad doesn't answer. Instead, he steels his nerves and grabs the collar of Skeppys t-shirt, and pulls him in. Bad feels a wave of heat rush through him when their lips meet. He sighs, releasing the tension that had been building between them for the past half hour.
Skeppy's other arm comes to wrap around Bad's waist and settle on his lower back, pressing him closer. Bad moans at the increased contact and reaches up to run his hands through Skeppy's hair. Skeppy takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting his head to better lick into Bad's mouth.
Skeppy's mouth feels like silk against his own as their lips slide together. Eventually, they need to breathe and they break apart panting. Skeppy starts kissing down Bad's neck, his hand tugs at the hem of Bad's t-shirt.
"Can I take this off?" He mumbles against Bad's neck. when his request is approved, he pulls away to strip Bad of his shirt.
"You too, please," Bad asks shyly. Skeppy grins and pulls off his own shirt. Bad sucks in a breath at the sight of Skeppy's bare chest, and immediately launches himself back into his embrace, eager to run his hands over toned muscles. Their lips lock again, the added sensation of Skeppy's arms around his naked torso make Bad groan in satisfaction.
Skeppys grip on Bad tightens and he pulls him closer until he's practically sitting in his lap. Skeppy’s hands come to rest on Bad’s ass, squeezing it and pulling him in. Bad can feel Skeppy’s straining erection beneath him as he rocks his hips forward.
Bad wraps his arms around Skeppy’s neck, pulling him closer and kissing him deeper. The rhythmic grinding of their hips continues until they’re both so hard that they can’t stand to be in their pants any longer.
Bad slides off Skeppy’s lap, quickly pulling down his pants and allowing Skeppy to do the same. Bad freezes in place when he realized that Skeppy has taken off his boxers too, and is languidly stroking his cock while he takes in the view. Almost as if in a trance, Bad steps forward and sinks to his knees. Skeppy’s dick is even bigger than he had thought, now that he could see it up close.
“You want this?” Skeppy asks teasingly, smacking the head of his dripping cock against Bad’s lips. Bad’s tongue flicks out to trace over the slit and his face burns. He never thought he’d be on his knees in front of his friend, but he likes it. And even as embarrassing as it is, Bad nods his head and lets his mouth fall open, offering himself for Skeppy.
“Fuck- good boy,” Skeppy groans. An in one swift moment he snaps his hips forward and stuffs Bad’s mouth full of his cock. Bad lets out a strangled moan at the rough treatment and his blunt nails dig into Skeppy’s thighs. “Fuuuck, take all of it… that’s it, so good baby.”
Bad lets out a strangled moan, the praise sending shockwaves through his body and right to his dick. Skeppy’s hands come down to run through his hair as he pants and moans, rutting his hips deeper into Bad’s throat.
Skeppy’s cock feels hot and heavy on his tongue, the taste of sweat and precum is salty but addictive. Bad can’t get enough of it.
He pouts when Skeppy pulls away, cock sticking straight up and glistening with spit. “Calm down BadBoy,” Skeppy chuckles, “I just don’t wanna finish yet.”
Now that Bad has had a taste of Skeppy’s cock (literally), he only wants more. “Please, Skeppy, can we, uh…” He trails off, not wanting to force the vulgar language out of his mouth.
“You want me inside you?” Skeppy whispers. Bad nods. “Come to my bedroom.” He says, grabbing Bad’s hand to pull him along.
He shut the door behind them and began pulling off the rest of his clothes. Bad took a moment to ogle his friends body. Tan and toned, muscles flexing as he moves. Skeppy was gorgeous, Bad can’t take it.
“On the bed if you want me to fuck you.” Skeppy commanded once he was finished stripping. Bad hurriedly obeys, laying face down and letting his legs hang off the bed.
“Fuck I’ve wanted this for so long…”
“Y-You have?” Bad questioned, shocked that the feelings of lust were mutual.
“Yes, You should see yourself when you bend over to take muffins out of the oven. Your ass looks so good, I have to close my eyes to stop myself from getting hard,” He laughs “And now, this ass is finally mine.” He delivers a sharp smack to Bad’s ass making him squeak in surprise and moan. “And I bet it feels even better than it looks.”
He reaches over for a bottle of lube on his nightstand and quickly slicks up his fingers. He spreads some over Bad’s hole and begins to tease the outside of it. “Ha- hmm, Skeppy I’m ready.” Skeppy motions for Bad to turn over and then leans down to distract Bad with a kiss as he slowly presses a finger in. “O-oh” Bad moans softly, he already sounds broken.
Skeppy stretches him open on his long fingers, periodically bending down to kiss him and run his free hand through his hair.
“You think you’re ready?” Skeppy asks quietly. Bad nods and whines when Skeppy pulls his fingers out, his hole clenching around nothing. Bad whines and holds out his arms for Skeppy. “Just a second baby,” He quickly lubes himself up and collapses into Bad’s arms with a grunt.
“Okay, try to relax,” Skeppy says, reaching down to position his cock at Bad’s entrance. They kiss again as Skeppy slowly pushed the head into Bad’s tight heat. “Fuck,” He mumbles, readjusting to prop himself up on his forearms to look down at Bad.
Bad’s eyes roll back in his head as Skeppy pushes deeper. “Skeppy,” He moans, wrapping his legs around Skeppy’s waist to encourage him. When Skeppy is finally buried to the hilt, he moans sweetly and slowly begins to rock his hips into Bad.
“Ahh, feels so good Skeppy.” Bad gasps, head thrown back on the mattress.
“Fuck, yes!” Skeppy groans, picking up his pace, “You’re so fucking tight.” He buries his head in the crook of Bad’s neck to muffle his noises, sucking and kissing the tender skin.
Bad reaches up to claw his fingers through Skeppy’s hair, pulling him into a kiss and whimpering into his mouth. Bad has never felt anything like this before, spread out and so vulnerable. He’s filled to the brim, stuffed so full, and he never wants it to end.
They break apart to make tentative eye contact as Skeppy continues to absolutely annihilate Bad’s ass. Bad knows his face is cherry red and that drool and tears are streaming down his face, but he can hardly be bothered to care, because Skeppy looks at him like he’s the most precious thing in existence.
Skeppy changes up his rhythm, now thrusting long and deep, transforming their love making into something more sweet and intimate. Still rolling his hips to pull his cock nearly fully out and then pushing it back in, Skeppy leans closer to whisper in Bad’s ear.
“I love you BadBoy, I love you so much.” His voice wavers and Bad can tell that he’s getting close.
Bad offers Skeppy a shaky smile, completely overwhelmed by all the thoughts running through his mind, along with his own impending orgasm. “I love you too Skeppy,” He moans, “But please go harder.”
Skeppy gives Bad one more sweet kiss before disentangling their limbs and leaning back. He grips Bad’s hips, pulling out ever-so-slowly, before giving Bad a teasing grin and slamming back in. Bad sobs, hands scrambling to grab onto something as Skeppy starts pounding into him.
His fingers settle in the sheets above his head, holding on for dear life as he gets the soul fucked out of him.
“Skep-! Ah! Ah! Oh my go- Ahaa!~ Ye- Yeah! Skeppyyyy!” He cries, unable to take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Skeppy’s cocky smile contrasts with the adoring look in his eyes. His muscles ripple and flex, sweat dripping down his abs as he slams into Bad over and over.
And goodness, Skeppy’s dick feels so freaking good inside him. The angle at which he’s holding Bad’s hips is causing his cock to rub harshly against Bad’s prostate with every thrust. Bad can’t last much longer.
“‘Geppy! Gonna- Ah! Pleeeease, I’m so close!” He whines desperately.
Skeppy reaches down to cup Bad’s face with a hand, “Fuck, me too Bad, you wanna- shit! Wanna cum on my cock for me?” Bad nods his head rapidly, “Oh, good boy,” Skeppy pants, his thrusts growing erratic.
“Inside! ‘Geppy!” Bad manages to stutter out before tensing up and coming over his chest. Skeppy thrusts a few more times, milking out Bad’s orgasm before groaning and spilling inside his friend.
They lay there for a few moments, too exhausted to move or even question what they had just done. It’s Bad who recovers first.
“We just had sex.” He states, looking down to where they are still connected.
“I’love you.” Skeppy slurs, nuzzling his face in Bad’s chest.
“Skeppy! You’re in me!” Bad is still flushed bright red.
“Mhmm,” Skeppy doesn’t move.
“Oh my goodness, Skeppy we have to clean up.” But Skeppy has already fallen asleep on top of him. Well, a short nap can’t hurt. Bad sighs, sticky but content.
“I love you too, Skeppy.”