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"I hope that fucking sucks dude."
Laughter filled the warmly lit room as the others piled onto the comment Yumi made about the poor bit Tanner did, Nick panning the camera at everyone as Tanner got up from the floor after falling.
It was nearing Christmas, and the group of friends were filming a video of their journey through both the thought process and actual execution of decorating their house with festive spirit - or at least attempting to. After their shopping trips, they were currently setting up their faux Christmas tree, the smell of gas emitting from the fireplace right next to them after they had just messed with it.
"Don't - Don't put a single fucking edit in it." Larry began, waving his hands and motioning to cut the camera as he shook his head while he laughed. Tanner began to protest after him as he brushed his clothes off, "No! Put that - Put it - ", looking directly at the camera in silence with the straightest face he could muster before the bunch began to laugh once again, hopefully, the editor could work with that. Nick stopped recording, taking the time to look around at his surroundings, and bask in the warmth of joy from being with his friends. It was nice, and kind of crazy to think that they used to all be miles away, utilizing Discord as the only way to be and stay in contact (disregarding Nick and Isaac). Now, look at them.
Fucking up a Christmas tree together, how sweet.
But of course, this means having to deal with the shenanigans the others begin - which is quite a lot, and pretty often.
"Okay, now put that shit down and help us. Tanner keeps fucking spreading the ones I already spread," Yumi stated, spreading the tree's branches in an attempt to make it look as realistic as possible. "Wha - Bro, you are so shitty at spreading these branches then!" The other exclaimed, desperately spreading the branches to make a point (which he failed to demonstrate). They began to bicker, wobbling the poor tree around as they yanked on the branches to show their spreading skills. Anymore tugging and pulling on the tree will result in a rather plucked-looking Christmas tree, and no one wants that.
Nick chuckled before beginning to put his camera down to help the poor souls out, that was before catching a motion Larry was making in the corner of his eye. He looked over to see what he wanted, lowering the camera that still lingered in his hands. The shorter one motioned him to pull his camera back up, a cheeky smile plastered on his face as his eyes flickered between him and Yumi. Nick knew he wasn't up to any good, especially since it was Larry with a plan - it was time to witness this fuckery. Pulling his camera back up after he attempted to shut it off, pointing it towards Larry, he nods with approval to let the other know he is ready for the next action to commence.
Yumi noticed the change of motion, as Nick went from pretty close to two, to suddenly backing up with the camera in his hand. All the while Larry cat-walked towards the front door, definitely a setup.
"What is going on - I bet he's gonna do something gay to my butt." He commented, looking between Larry strutting towards the back where Isaac was working, who was decorating their very creative 'star' for the tree, and Nick giggling as he stepped backward to set up a good view that would fit everyone on the camera screen. He suddenly felt pretty cornered.
Yet he went back to fixing the tree, brushing off the sudden mischievous energy emitting between the two other guys. They needed to get this tree done soon so that they could decorate it, besides,
Larry wouldn't dare do anything to him (he would).
"No - No he's not," Nick stuttered as he panned the camera between everyone, knowing damn well something is gonna happen, "I'm just backing up to... here." His giggling dies down quickly as he pans toward Larry. The shorter one makes a comment about Isaac, then takes his stance.
Taking a quick breath, he begins creeping up on the taller man, making sure to speed walk but also using his tippy toes to not make much noise. He did a quick glance at the camera while stifling his laugh so it wouldn't give him away, and finally, grasped the shorts on the guy as he tugged them with all the might he had. Except, his hands slipped too early, resulting in a rather half-assed job. He realized this a little too late as he ran into the hall, looking back and seeing he barely even made the shorts fall below his hips. Once in the hall, he caught sight of his boxers and let out a giggle, of course, it would be Yumi wearing boxers like that.
"Du - Dude! My dick almost fell out!" Pulling his pants up a little, Yumi looked at the camera. This was exactly the shit he didn't want to be in on, but I guess you can't really avoid shit like that in this household. If they were just hanging out, sure he would let this slide, but he knows Nick is keeping this in. Might as well put on a show for the audience.
"That's it, I'm beating his ass."
Larry's laughter quickly turned into terror, resulting in him holding his breath, as he heard those words come from the sagging man in front of him. With this, he immediately got into a running stance so he could escape successfully. Even if his shorts were down, making him waddle like a penguin, he was still like ten times taller than Larry. As Larry processed the situation, he felt his stomach flutter a little. His breath hitched as he looked up at Yumi, and while this was a bit for the video, he couldn't help but get excited. This was like prey being chased by a predator, so let the chase begin.
"No! Please!" Larry shouted, running to the end of the hall into the nearest room he saw - the bathroom.
As he ran, he heard the steps from the waddling man come from behind him, not too close but not far either. He ran into the room, forgetting to grab the door handle to lock himself in, but deep down he knows he mostly did it on purpose. But shit, either way, he's definitely gonna get a beating now. He began to back into the room, taking time to look around quickly. It wasn't a big room, considering it was only a bathroom. Currently, he was pressed against the corner between the sink and the wall. The toilet was a few feet away from him, while the shower was in the other corner adjacent to him. Thankfully he wasn't crammed in either. It was dark inside the room though, the only light source at the moment was the light emitting from the living room where everyone else is - in this case, it wasn't a lot to work with.
Interrupting his thoughts was the sound of faint heavy steps coming up to the room, as well as the huge shadow following the noise, casting into the room from underneath the door. He watched as the door handle turned, creaking open, and found Yumi standing there, looking pretty pissed (go figure). Larry backed all he could into the corner, looking up as he made eye contact with the other. His heart was pounding so fast, he wasn't sure if it was because he was chased, or because he wanted to be chased.
"Found you," Yumi whispered, immediately shutting and locking the door as he lunged at Larry. Of course, he wasn't gonna hurt him, it was just for the video so he kept the roughhousing to a minimum. And so, he grabbed the smaller man and forced him against the wall, grabbing him in different areas as the other tried to fall to the ground to avoid it all. Poking, tickling, holding - basically over-stimulating the smaller one. This all seemed harmless, and to Nick's perspective outside recording, it made sense. Just a bunch of kicking, shoving, and muffled screams emitted from outside.
"S-Stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Larry shouted, kicking and trying to shrink into a ball. While Yumi was just getting revenge, it just looked like Larry was enduring the 'torture'. When in reality, Larry was into it.
He didn't want to admit it, but the feeling of being enclosed in a room with someone he knows can handle him without any problem did something to his brain. He felt small, weak, and useless even. He could never take Yumi on, sure a kick to the crotch could get him but then what? This feeling - It stirred him up, the exact feeling he got when one of the guys would reach for something on shelves higher than him after they witness him struggling with it, the feeling he gets when he gets smushed against the other bigger guys around him on the couch for movie night, or even when he basically gets deemed passenger princess every time they go out. He knows he should probably feel offended by it, but it was intoxicating, with that feeling alone he could get really aroused, and at this moment? Oh yeah, he was really aroused.
Larry could feel a tent pitching in his pants, curling into a ball, and hoping for Yumi to be satisfied with his reaction is his only resort, so he did exactly that. Slowly he sank down on the floor, his cock rubbing against his pants making him shiver. He could hear Yumi stop his movements, and a sigh of relief leaves his mouth as he is aware his plan worked. Well, he almost achieved it, until he suddenly couldn't touch the ground beneath him.
"C'mon, don't be a pussy now Larry," Yumi said as he picked the guy up like a child, underneath his armpits, pinning him against the wall to get them to eye level.
"I ain't letting you out that easily bucko," Slurring his words in a bit of a country accent he usually does for bits, Yumi looked directly into Larry's eyes with a smirk. Except, he couldn't see any look of fire or anything that would indicate he was still up to 'fight' him. Instead, he had a rather dusty and hazy look in his eyes, his breathing was also a bit stuttered. Sure, it could be the rather dark lighting fucking with his eyes, but it also could not be that.
All Larry could do is reach his arms out towards Yumi and hold his elbows, hoping Yumi won't notice the growing member in his pants. To be fair, it was pretty dark in the room so it wasn't that he was wishing for something impossible. The thing is, he kinda hopes Yumi will notice. Something about being caught in such a vulnerable state makes his heart beat faster, the feeling of having all eyes on him gets his blood running cold - just the thought alone of it happening makes his cock twitch and a shiver run all the way through his spine. He bites back a whimper, clearing his throat instead.
"Okay dude, you can put me down now..." Larry starts, suddenly feeling his cheeks get hot as his eyes dart anywhere but Yumi's face.
Yeah, he could see how still holding Larry can be seen as weird. Especially in such a setting like this, even if they were messing around earlier - the energy definitely switched to a different one. It was thicker, more intoxicating, and more intriguing. Larry's face was definitely not the normal shitface he has on, it felt... naughty. Especially with the way he was holding onto his arms, he never noticed how much smaller Larry was to him, it gave him a weird feeling. He wasn't gay though, no way, it was just the situation... yeah. It was just the way the only thing in the room you could hear was their heavy breathing, the way that they were only a couple of inches away from each other's faces, the way Larry's eyes were darting between his eyes and his lips, and the way Yumi wanted to know how those lips tasted. What?
Fuck. It was getting stuffy in here, and they still had a video to film and a tree to decorate, so he went to let Larry go. He really was gonna just go and forget about it.
Then he noticed Larry's tent.
"Dude, are you hard?!" Yumi whisper-yelled, immediately dropping Larry and backing up a little.
Larry stumbled a little as he was dropped, the spots where Yumi's hands were burned into him. His head felt dizzy, his mouth felt dry, and he felt himself get even more aroused the longer Yumi stared at him.
"D-Don't say anything! I couldn't help it okay?" He looked down, using his shirt to stretch it and cover his crotch area.
"You couldn't help it?! Dude, how the fuck - ?" Yumi's whispering was interrupted by a bang on the door, and a muffled voice entered the air.
"You guys good? We still got a tree to finish." Nick shouted from outside, he tried to open the door but was blocked from entry due to Yumi locking it earlier. Yumi looked between a very much vulnerable Larry and the locked door, and cursed under his breath before responding back to his friend, "Yeah we're good, Larry just got a scrape so I'm helping him clean up before coming out." He said, staring the other in his eyes through the whole sentence. Larry bit his lip.
"Oh shit, yeah you guys do that. We'll just wait for you guys back in the living room, Tanner wants to take a snack break so we're just gonna chill then." Nick shouted back, hesitating to leave for a second as he stared at the door, before continuing his way back to the living room to join the other guys.
Silence overtook the two once again, Yumi staring at Larry while Larry looked anywhere but at the other. Larry couldn't tell what he was thinking, he knew Yumi always avoided any 'homiesexual' act the group did, so this situation is definitely something he wouldn't wanna be in. He was ready to just let the other leave before Yumi spoke up.
"So, are you gonna do something about it or what?" Larry looked up, his cheeks heated up as Yumi stared at him, looking suddenly disinterested. Yumi began again, "I mean, it's gonna seem weird if we just stay here for too long knowing those idiots. So I don't really care if you gotta do your thing, y'know?"
Yumi couldn't tell what was wrong with Larry as he continued to just look at him. He assumed it would be better to just act nonchalant about this whole thing to make the other feel more comfortable, even if he was curious about what got him excited. He himself couldn't tell if he wants it to be about him. There wasn't much of a response, so he turned around, "Here, I'll just look away if you want -"
"Could... Could you help me?"
What.
Yumi turned around almost immediately, expecting to meet anything but the erotic mess Larry was. He was currently slumped against the wall, his head was tilted slightly with strands of hair covering parts of his face. Even with the room being mostly dark, Yumi was still able to catch sight of his scarlet-colored cheeks. He noticed Larry was breathing much more heavily, trailing his eyes lower to catch his hands all bunched up holding the bottom of his shirt over his crotch. Covering what he could only assume was his erection, noticing the slight motion of a thrust so he could get some friction between him and the shirt.
Yumi swallowed thickly at the sight in front of him, he didn't know what to do.
"Dude, what even -" Yumi began, but Larry cut him off, "Please, I want it to be over with. Please help me Yumi..."
Yumi looked to the side holding his mouth, he has to leave. He knows he should leave, probably make up some excuse that Larry is shitting, and forget anything that happened, expecting his friend to do the same and someday laugh about this encounter together - but he can't. Something inside of him doesn't want to leave him like this, doesn't want him to possibly someone else's to scoop up and finish. Coming back to his senses, he turns back to a whimpering Larry, as he just hears mumbling coming from him in what seems like a repeated manner. Oh, fuck me.
"Yeah yeah, okay I'll help. This better be quick dude," He murmurs, fully turning towards Larry as he says it. Larry lights up with excitement, about to open his mouth when suddenly he is pushed against the wall with a rather forceful shove. Larry is about to protest the shove when a sudden chill of pleasure runs down his spine as his erection comes into contact with the feeling of something firm. He looks down and is met with Yumi's leg propped in between his legs, basically waiting for Larry to hop on. Feeling like a deer in headlights, Larry just stays still for a few seconds, before Yumi spoke up once again.
"This is all you're gonna get, so get to workin'," Yumi whispered, looking to the side with a hand on the wall to hold himself up. That was all Larry needed to hear to get going.
Almost immediately, Larry got a comfortable position above Yumi's leg and began to grind himself on it. This resulted in a soft moan escaping Larry's mouth, and Yumi getting goosebumps from both the noise and the sensation. There was no stopping after that, Larry began to rut against Yumi's leg as if it were to go away at any moment, whimpering and moaning into his hand, all while Yumi stood there and took it. Meanwhile, his own shorts began to feel a bit tighter. The moaning, the touch, the warmth, and the possibility of anyone witnessing them made him more aroused.
Then he remembered that the others were waiting on them, and seeing that Larry hasn't even made any progress, he might as well speed up the progress. So, he decides to fuck with him. Or, at least into him.
Yumi then thrust his leg into Larry when he went to grind into it, earning a loud mewl from the other as he grasped Yumi's shoulders.
"H - Holy shit, Yumi...!" Larry barely got out, but Yumi didn't stop. He kept pressing into Larry, his eyes darkening as he felt the smaller one get louder beneath him. Looking down, he made eye - contact with him, and god he was a wreck. Larry's mouth was open as his moans spilled out in different pitches, his hair was slightly sticking to his face, and his eyes were completely drowned in lust. This only made Yumi push his leg in harder, making the other shake in pleasure.
"Shit Larry, you moan like a girl," Yumi bends down to his ear, whispering, "You do this with everyone or something?"
Okay, he didn't mean for that to leave his mouth. At first, Yumi thought that the comment he made was out of pocket, expecting Larry to lash at him in return but what he did not expect to witness was Larry's legs buckle and his grip on him tighten. Wires connect, and Yumi's body rumbles from his laughter.
"I mean shit, all horny for me that fast? C'mon Larry," Yumi's hand travels under Larry's shirt, brushing his nipple with his fingertips earning a reaction from Larry as he tilts his head to the side trying to stifle his moan, "There's no way you haven't done this with anyone before, especially when you share a bathroom with Tanner." He tantalizes Larry, his voice dripping in lust and venom. This was exactly what Larry wanted, from the beginning of running into this room, this was what he always fantasized about. And fuck was it hot, he doesn't even have control of his own pleasure. Nipping at his ear, Yumi begins again, "You ever thought about fucking any of us like that? Hmm?"
"Yumi, sto - ah! Shit! D - Don't stop!" Grinding together against Yumi's leg, Larry couldn't do anything but accept the pleasure.
The fact that anyone could walk in at any time to be a good friend and check on them made his mind run wild, all the different stimulations around him almost made him too stimulated, oh well.
"Whore, riding my leg all needy, you sound like a bitch," Licking his lips from the sight in front of him, he pinches the same nipple he teased, his own erection growing as he watches Larry jump up from the sudden action and try to fight back.
"N - No! Ah, 'm not a - Yumi..!" Larry looks up at him, his voice cracking in the most vulnerable tone ever, "D - Don't be so mean..."
Shit.
Larry quickly shuts up as his lips are swallowed by another pair, feeling the warmth and pressure around his waist get engulfed by another set of arms. He wraps his arms around the other almost instinctively, his legs also crossed behind Yumi's waist as they come into contact. It's hot, sticky, and intoxicating. Yumi stumbles a bit in the dark, pressing them both onto the sink as they grind against each other with the only thing on their mind being to search for pleasure.
Tongues being swallowed, spit being swapped, hair being grabbed and made a mess, hips colliding, erections brushing and touching - it was perfect. Almost perfect that is. Neither of the two knew how far the other wanted to take it, nor if they were ready to do it in a fucking bathroom. Well, it wasn't like they were planning on having a talk.
Nearing the end of their high, Larry pulled away from the air-capturing kiss, resting his chin on Yumi's shoulder as he whimpered and moaned into his ear.
"I - I'm gonna cum! Mm..!" He vocalized, grinding with all he could into the other, Yumi being on the same page as him and chasing that same high, "Fuck, me too..."
When they suddenly pulled away after hearing three huge banging knocks from the outside echo inside, startling the two, "Guys, I really need to take a shit! What is even taking so long?"
Fucking Tanner, Yumi's gonna for sure beat his ass instead. Seriously.
"Hold your shit, Tanner!" Yumi shouted, turning the lights on in the room and turning towards Larry, pursing his lips seeing what a mess he was. He's sure he wasn't any better, but fuck they gotta make up a really good excuse. He's not sure if it's the interruption that's making him all pissy, or the fact he couldn't cum. Or maybe cause he wasn't able to even see Larry cum. Fuck this shit.
Larry cleared his throat, fixing himself up during his thinking, "You good...?"
Yumi gave him a blank stare as Larry burst out in a small chuckle, he looked better. He looked as he did before, y'know before he was all bitchy on his leg basically dying to cum.
"Well, we can always finish up later, no need to stress your ass off." He winked and gave him the same shit-eating smile he always did. Yumi shoved him, opening the door as Tanner ran past them and shoved them out. Yumi stood there a bit, watching Larry skip onto where Isaac was showing the camera the 'star' he made, yelling remarks about how it was perfect.
And even if Yumi shoved Larry away, even if Larry could have been kidding, and even if Tanner is questioning that weird smell - Yumi is for sure gonna fuck Larry tonight.