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Quest is a pleasant, friendly drunk. Nightowl is pretty chaotic and flirtatious. Now Xyx? Well, nothing ever changed with that guy. Was he even drinking tonight? Toaster can’t prove it. He’s squinting at his monitor as the guy leans back in his chair, smirking with no drink in sight. Xyx “already pre-gamed," he claimed. Right. He always “pre-gamed” off-screen. Suspicious. Everything about the guy is suspicious, but he’s also a good time and Toaster doesn’t care enough to fight him about it.
They log off Final Fantasy XIV for the night and it’s only when he gets up to take a leak that he realizes he’s drunk as all hell. He stumbles when he stands and curses under his breath. He didn’t pace himself because he got lost in the game. Shit, his head is going to kill him in the morning.
He ignores the bark of laughter from Xyx as he returns, the image of his friend swimming before his eyes as he plops back in his seat with a grimace.
“Such a lightweight,” Xyx bemuses—two of him grinning across the screen.
“Shut… up… ugh, I fucked up, man.”
“Sure did. And now that you’re finally wasted, how about I ask you personal questions?”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“That’s not a no! Okay, first one, how many times have you been drunk before?”
“I don’t… uh… just a couple… accident.”
“Mhmm,” Xyx continues, leaning further in and both images of him far too close to the screen, “And what kind of drunk would you describe yourself as?”
“I don’t… know? Normal, fucked.”
Xyx chuckles. “Incoherent, yes. How about your friends? What do they describe you as?”
“Cute…”
Toaster straightens up and sputters as he tries to correct himself, “No! I mean, not… I’m not…”
“Very cute indeed,” Xyx agrees. “And what’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done while drunk?”
He groans, squeezing his eyes shut as the unfortunate memory instantly resurfaces despite his attempts to push it down. Fuck.
“I’m not tell… telling you that?!”
“Aww, come on. Please, Cutie?”
“Stupid…” Toaster reaches for his water bottle and chugs for a moment before glaring at Xyx through his screen. Yeah, he’s wasted to even be considering this at all. But as much of a troll as Xyx is, he’s not… callous. He’s not malicious. Toaster feels safe enough to tell him, even though his voice drops to a whisper in his mic.
“Uh,” he sighs, “I, um, accidentally… Well, no, it wasn’t an accident. But it wasn’t on… purpose?”
Xyx raises an eyebrow at what Toaster knows doesn’t make any sense, and he begrudgingly continues. “I-I was at a house party… well, I didn’t want to be there but I lived with a guy who threw it so… I couldn’t actually leave my own house… Mm, fuck. Stupid. Stupiddd.”
“You’re almost there, love, go on.”
“Shut up… Ugh, I, uh, k-kissed someone I wasn’t supposed to.”
Xyx’s grin is absolutely feral at that knowledge and Toaster feels his cheeks heating up more than they already are from the thrum of alcohol hot in his veins. “You what?”
“I kissed a… uh, m-married, um…”
“Ummmm?”
There’s only one Xyx in his vision now, and Toaster hates the way he’s looking at him like he’s the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. “I misunderstood what he was asking me… I t-thought he was trying to… trying to k-kiss me—?”
“Wait wait wait wait, you kissed a married man in the middle of a house party?”
Toaster exhales and sips more water. “It was really bad…”
“Was it? Was the kiss that bad?”
“W-what? No! I just… I was just—”
“So the kiss wasn’t bad? He kissed you back?”
Toaster closes his eyes and hopes to disappear. It’s almost as if he’s reliving the stares and the awkwardness he and the guy felt when it was over.
“He didn’t know I was a guy…”
The humor slips off Xyx’s face. With that context, Toaster’s sure the puzzle pieces have fallen into place. It’s not a funny memory. It’s a bad one. One that made him move out of his home only a month after the incident and back into the closet for at least a year.
Funny how people say they accept who you are until you actually show it.
The pit in Toaster’s stomach is (almost) sobering.
“Hey, Toasty.”
“Yeah?”
“You know I don’t mind, right?”
He’s heard that one before. He can’t bring himself to roll his eyes, but his expression must show his apprehension because Xyx hums.
“In fact, I like it.”
“Like…?” Toaster questions, taking another sip of water.
“Yeah. Like it. Like you. You are cute, even when you’re not drunk.”
He sputters over his shirt. “God! Shit, ah, my shirt… Stop f-flirting with me… Straight people are the f-fucking worst…”
Xyx just laughs again. “I’m honestly offended. The only thing straight about me is my teeth.”
“Huh?”
Toaster doesn’t know what Xyx is even getting at. His trolling can be so elaborate and Toaster is too tired to decipher him tonight.
“I’ve been flirting with you for months, literally trying to get you to take your pants off on webcam and you still think I’m straight?” Xyx says, incredulous more than teasing.
“Because you know it makes me blush!”
“I can’t tell if you’re drunk or stupid right now,” Xyx laughs. “You should just reject me and get it over with.”
Toaster squints. “Reject…?”
Xyx rolls his eyes with an exasperated sigh before quickly replacing it with that signature grin of his. Like a predatory cat. “Hey. Toasty.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Show me your dick and I’ll show you mine, yeah?”
“What?”
“Let’s get off together.”
Toaster gags when he realizes he’s brought his beer to his mouth instead of water. After a moment of hesitation, he takes another sip anyway. Maybe he should stay drunk.
“You still don’t believe me,” Xyx continues. “Okay, how about this. What if I show you mine first?”
“Are you asking if I wanna see your dick?”
“Do you?”
Toaster should scream “no” but he doesn’t. He guesses he wouldn’t mind. He’s curious now. Well, he’s thought about Xyx’s dick before in the heat of the moment once or twice but it wasn’t… It wasn’t supposed to be a real thing.
He swallows. If he says yes, and he actually sees it, he knows deep down it’s going straight into his mental spank bank. Maybe that’s what Xyx wants? The power trip of knowing he’s handsome and knowing people masturbate to him?
Toaster grits his teeth. “Sure…”
“And if I show you, can I see yours?”
Oh fuck how did he forget about that part already? Toaster takes another swig. “I-I, uh, are you sure?”
“Extremely.”
“...Fine.”
It’s a good enough answer for Xyx because he smiles and doesn’t waste any time standing. Oh, fuck, this is happening. This is happening?! Xyx’s hand adjusts the camera, showing more of his room than Toaster has ever seen before, and giving him a full view of Xyx’s abs underneath his crop top sweater and the top of the bulging gray sweatpants he wears.
Holy shit, he’s hard and he’s hot. Does Xyx really just walk around like this? Showing off his abs at all times? His poor fucking neighbors.
Xyx’s fingers dance over the seams of his sweatpants, his pointer fingers flirting down his hip bones and underneath the fabric before stilling. Even though Toaster can’t see his face, he can hear the confident smirk in his voice, rumbling and definitely sexy on purpose.
“You ready?”
“A-as ready as I’m gonna be…”
“How big do you think I am?” he asks, slowly and teasingly starting to slide the pants down.
“U-uh, I-I don’t know… I’m not, uh…”
“Guess.”
It’s not a question. It’s a command and Toaster squeezes his legs together. “Um. M-maybe like… 7?”
Xyx chuckles and brings it lower and lower until Toaster can see the base of his cock on the camera. Toaster readjusts his own pants.
“So close, baby.”
Xyx yanks it the rest of the way down and Toaster gasps. Okay. Bigger than 7. And wider than his couple of masturbation fantasies. Oh, fuck.
“Thoughts?”
“Y-you’re, uh, it’s—p-pretty.”
“Why thank you. Your turn,” he says.
Since when can Xyx sound like fucking sex? How is he doing that? It’s infuriating how effective it is. But more than that, Toaster is too embarrassed to move. He’s harder than Xyx is and he doesn’t know how to communicate that.
After a couple of beats of silence, Xyx flips the camera to his face. “Backing out?”
“N-no, I was… I just… Uh…”
“That’s alright if you’re shy,” he purrs. “Still want to get off together?”
Toaster jerks his gaze away from the camera. “U-uh, I mean, I’m not… i-is that okay? W-wouldn’t it be unfair if I don’t…?”
“I don’t mind… not as long as you can do other things for me.”
“Like what…?”
From the corner of his eye, Toaster sees Xyx grin and flip the camera back down to his abs and erection. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of a few things. How about you go ahead and take it out for me, hm?”
He wants nothing more. Toaster pulls his cock out of his pants and exhales. It had got painful trapped in there.
“O-okay…”
“And can you look at the camera for me, at least?”
Toaster takes a moment to collect himself and obediently returns to look at his screen and the image of his future wet dreams.
“Good boy,” Xyx chuckles. Toaster bites his lip as he feels his cock jump. He’s so glad Xyx can’t see it. And not seeing his face, in a way, helps. This set-up works for him.
“Now,” Xyx hums, “Copy what I’m doing.”
His fingers make a ring and he slowly slides down the base of his cock, starting a slow, loose stroke Toaster has never bothered before. It’s too gentle and doesn’t give the grip he needs to get off.
But that’s probably the point. It’s torture to copy what Xyx is doing, and he struggles not to just grab himself.
“Torture, isn’t it?” Xyx chuckles.
“Y-yes…”
“Don’t look down. Keep looking at the camera so I can see that pretty face of yours.”
Toaster whimpers but does as he’s told and is rewarded with yet another “Good boy” from Xyx that makes his cock twitch yet again.
“Seems like you like that. Do you like it when I call you pretty too?”
Toaster gulps. “Y-yes… C-can we, uh, get tighter now?”
“I can. You can’t.”
Xyx squeezes around himself and picks up the pace while Toaster gnaws on the inside of his cheek. “C-come on…”
“Not yet. Patience.”
Toaster can see the slick on Xyx’s hand now, the precum he uses to jerk himself off, and heat pools in his gut. It’s not fucking fair.
“What are you thinking of, Toasty?”
“Of how I wanna j-jerk off…”
“Yeah? To me?”
“Y-yes…”
“I dunno, sounds kinda gay.”
Toaster laughs and chokes at the same time. “You’re so… s-stupid…”
“And you’re so pretty, baby. Such a gorgeous red you are right now. I wonder if you’d look even prettier with those lips around my cock.”
His hand tightens for the briefest of moments. “Y-yes…”
“Yeah? Want to?” Xyx muses.
“Mm… hmm…”
“Go faster.”
Thank fuck. Toaster moans as his hand grips his member and starts at a furious speed. It’s gross how turned on he is, staring at Xyx’s thick cock and wondering how it would taste if he licked the underside in one long motion.
“So loud, baby. What are you thinking of now?”
“W-wondering how you t-taste…”
“Mhm? What else?”
“I-if, uh, m-maybe you’d… pull my hair…”
“Yeah? Want me to pull your pretty hair baby while you suck me off?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Want me to grip it nice and tight and fuck that sexy mouth of yours?”
“Oh. God. Yes.”
“Stop stroking.”
“But—?”
“Stop.”
Toaster whimpers as his hand falls away. And he was getting close, too. He grits his teeth and feels nothing but fury. “Why? Why’d I have to stop?”
“Because your eyes were closed,” Xyx explains in the most patronizing way possible, “That deserves punishment. Now look at me and open your mouth so I can imagine fucking your throat.”
“Fuck, man.” But he doesn’t argue. Toaster blinks away tears and opens his mouth wide, tongue out as Xyx moves his hips and strokes himself toward him.
God, he wants to cum.
“Do you spit or swallow?” Xyx asks.
“I-I’m okay with both.”
“Yeah? Which do you prefer?”
Toaster hesitates. “S-swallow…”
Xyx moans deep into his microphone, the loudest he’s been, and Toaster wonders if it’s possible to come from the sound alone.
“Oh. Baby. You’d really swallow me down? Every last drop?”
His voice is getting raspy now, hand moving so fast the camera can hardly keep up with it anymore.
“Nn. Yes. P-please.”
“You’re fucking filthy, baby. How about I decorate my pretty boy in ribbons and cum, hm? Would you like that?”
“Fuck, please.”
“Come with me.”
Toaster keeps his mouth open but grips his aching, leaking cock again. He pants and his tipping point returns in an overwhelming rush.
“I-I’m gonna come,” Toaster half-moans, half-cries, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”
“That’s right. Go on. Come while looking at my cock and thinking of sucking me off. So pretty, baby. So good for me, swallowing me down...” Xyx trails off as he grunts, cum dribbling out of his tip and the sight pushes Toaster over the edge.
He comes with Xyx, completely unintelligible in his moans and drooling tongue. It’s one of the most intense orgasms he’s had in a while, but then again, when was someone giving him a customized live show?
Toaster pants and leans back in his chair, gripping the tip of his cock and trying not to make a mess. But he just… can’t move. Not yet.
He looks at the screen but the camera’s off and his friend has disappeared. Whatever. Toaster sighs and gives himself a moment before sitting back up and pulling out the tissues nearby.
By the time he’s done somewhat cleaning himself off, the camera jumps back on and Xyx sits back in his chair in his original position.
They say nothing for a moment. Xyx just slowly rocks his chair back and forth while Toaster continues wiping off his hand.
“Hey,” Xyx says, grinning.
“H-hey…”
“So, that was fun.”
Toaster blinks at him. “Uh. Y-yeah…”
The grin dampens, and Xyx clears his throat. Is he… blushing? Toaster isn’t sure but knows not to ask because Xyx will just deny it. “So. I mean, it was really fun for me. And, you know, if it was fun for you… maybe we could… have more fun together? In the future?”
Toaster still isn’t sure what his plan is, but Xyx is genuinely asking—nervous even, which is a relief to see for once. The infallible Xyx can get nervous. Huh.
His lips curve in a smile. “And what did you have in mind?”
Xyx’s shoulders relax and he laughs, waggling his eyebrows. And despite that, his voice still sounds slightly nervous and genuine as he says, “Oh, I’m sure I can think of a few things.”