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It was late into the night, so late in fact that coherence had left them long ago due to the lack of sleep, and the room was only lit by the telly.
Edd was playing some videogame he found somewhere in an old store, laying comfortably on the main sofa of the room. Besides him was the norski, "reading"- well, trying to at the very least, an erotic magazine. Both were tired, but neither wanted to go to sleep, they were comfy like this.
The Brit was getting frustrated, since he kept loosing easily. So he decided it wasn't worth it and it's better to call it a night.
He was going to say goodbye to his housemate. Was, 'cuz he noticed the "detail" between the man's legs; his bulge was more visible than normal. Why did he notice that? No idea, but his sleepiness had him in an almost manic state.
"Ya' want help with that?" Edd asked, nonchalantly, pointing at the other man's crotch. Oh God he was already regretting this, he had spat that question out of impulse.
"WHAT" he shouted, to a volume that may end up with his other roomies complaining later. He also closed and placed down quickly his magazine. He was lucky that Tom had drank 'till his consciousness left him, and he would not awake at the very least until tomorrow's afternoon. And also lucky that Matt was a heavy sleeper. Neither would be awoken with a fucking nuclear alarm besides them, so the shouting was out of the question.
It was so quiet, for a brief moment, you could even listen to the electricity running through the walls.
"The fuck you mean by that?" Tord questioned, now with his voice at a regular volume. Edd invented some excuse that was incomprehensible, so he had to ask again. "What are you talking about?"
"I MEAN- I saw you get a boner and- I'unno, through it might be better if I helped you with it? 'Cuz- Shit, it is kinda lame to jack off all by yourself." he answered quickly, but in a kinda coherent way, since he didn't want to repeat himself. "I mean… You can say no if you don't want to."
"… I don't have a boner." he lied, poorly hiding his crotch with what he was reading just a minute ago.
The norski received a nasty glare, one that called him a big fucking liar.
"Dude, there are better ways to decline. Just say no if you don't want to"
Tord was particularly quiet, staring at him. Edd was afraid that he was judging him, but he couldn't be more wrong. The antisocial was actually considering it. They… Actually did fool around sometimes. They cuddled, they shared the bed, they kissed and made out like they were actually lovers. It wasn't that surprising that now they had at the very least one sexual moment, maybe in the future even more. Maybe then he could initiate for once.
He finally decided, so he got closer to the other man, their legs now touching.
"… You won't tell anyone, right?" he asked. It was his way of accepting the offer, swallowing his own pride for a little bit of pleasure. Just under the condition of taking this to their graves.
"Why would I even tell anyone?" Was the answer to his question. And there was no answer to this, since it was rhetorical.
The norski sat on top of the brit's legs, now with his back touching the other man's chest, but also looking back as much as he could from that position. He was hugged from behind, and a hand slid off towards his crotch.
"… You do know you can say no to this if you wanted to, right?" Edd asked yet again. It was the third time he reminded him that, and it was in less than five minutes.
"God FUCKING dammit Edd- I would have punched you if I didn't want to!"
He hummed. "I guess you're right" and proceeded to slide his hand inside the other man's pants- but not yet touching directly.
Slowly, Edd traced with his fingertips the shape of the tent in the norski's pants. He was not fully erect, yet. And he could still feel the nice size and thickness, not big and thick like a pornstar, but it still felt like a nice size.
He wondered how it would be to choke on that cock, or get railed by him.
Tord sighed, it did feel good, but it was not enough. He desired to be directly touched, but he still had a bit of pride somewhere! He was not going to beg! But he wasn't going to do nothing anyway. So he left a small peck in the skin between Edd's neck and his chin. This surprised the man
"Ha. Gay" he laughed. God, he was such a jerk.
"As if I am the guy jacking off someone else" he mocked sarcastically, trying to look anything else that was not his own pants and boxers being moved slightly, freeing his now aching erection. Fuck, he felt warm, the man's hand touching him felt warm, yet he felt chills down his spine due to the chill air.
It was an odd feeling, being touched like this by someone else. Of course, he had experience masturbating, it was the only kind of sexual experience he had and it was obvious. Yet... The unpredictable movements of Edd's hand were leaving him a mess. He went slow, pressuring slightly on certain areas, like the head of his dick. And out of nowhere, he would do a quick flick with his wrist that felt nice and made him twitch. It made him press and bite his own thin lips, he didn't want to let out any kind of weird sound that would make the man behind him mock him. The quiet whimpers and the pre dripping from his cock were not helping at all though...
And it didn't help at all that he ended up moaning the other man's name. In a higher pitch than normal and a pathetic tone. How embarrassing! He hid his own face between his hands, not wanting to be seen with his cheeks painted with red.
But to the man touching him? Listening to Tord being so vulnerable was... Cute. Yes, he was a jerk, willing to kill him or anybody else living in the house and sell their organs for something as trivial as coke. Yet he had a little bit of tact, enough to not laugh at him, or say anything at all. He wasn't going to reveal the deep desire for this to happen again. To see him like this, to touch him like this. It was not 'cuz the man on top of his legs was also slowly grinding on him so he could feel more, shut up.
Edd hummed again, calling his attention for a moment. When Tord looked at him, removing his hands to do so, he smashed his lips against his. Quickly it turned into a sloppy, messy open mouth kiss. Was it the norsk man being desperate, or they were both needy? Neither knew, and neither cared enough. Just having their lips and tongues intertwined made them space out, even more for the one who was getting a handjob at this point, who was now basically humping into the hand touching him. Tord was a left a complete mess. When he separated from Edd, he was drooling, whimpering insults towards nobody, both in english and norwegian.
It was too much.
"Edward, shi-!" he cut himself off with a gasp, a silent scream. His back arched, his legs shook, he felt probably the best orgasm he had in his life so far. And he was still being stimulated during the extent of it, just until he stopped ejaculating. Great, Edd's hand was now dirty with cum. Not like pre did not leave him messy already.
It was quiet again, but not uncomfortably so. Just the slight sound of Tord gaining his breath back.
Once he could, he stud up, fixing his underwear but not his pants, at least hiding his now soft dick inside the clothing. He was going to his room, sleep, and by tomorrow pretend this never happened. Knowing Edd, he would probably use this against him later.
"Not even gonna thank me, ya ungrateful pig?" He said after a moment of silence. God dammit- Tord wanted to bash his head against concrete.
"Yeah, yeah, whatev's. I'll pay you back, don't worry." The norsk responded, and with that said, he left.
Now Edd was left alone, with his hand dirty, and a "little problem" of his own. Also- the fuck he mean with 'paying back'?
Welp, regular stuff between friends, innit?