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Way too late on some random April Saturday night was when it all boiled over.
Albert had been hiding everything for months. He’d been keeping his little secret perfectly locked away, pretty and quiet until he was alone.
He liked Jake—not just in the giddy kiddish way—he liked him. Like a bitch in heat, he liked him. But he’d settled for imagining him in the dark, hot-headed and half-naked bent over his bed.
He giggled every time something even remotely scandalous left Jake’s lips; it all just made him warmer.
1 A.M., and it’s him and Jake on a Discord call. Jake’s talking flirty to him like it’s nothing and Albert’s abandoned the game altogether. It wasn’t originally just them alone, but the others left hours ago and had already paid their obligatory ‘I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone’s, so there was nothing left to be said. Nothing left to be tiptoed around.
“Shut up, dickhead. You walked straight into the giant fucking hole, it’s not my fault you picked a game you suck at.”
“Dude, I don’t suck, you j—“
“Yeah, you fucking do!”
“Can you be quiet for me like the good boy I know you can be?”
Fuuuuuuuuck.
Albert’s thighs squeeze together like magnets. His hand claws at the surface of his desk. His top teeth dent his bottom lip as if it can silence his thoughts.
“Mmhm—say that again?”
“I’m not saying that again.”
The grin on Albert’s face is nothing short of evil.
“Why not? Something about me being a good boy?”
Albert giggles under his breath dangerously close to the microphone.
Jake gets brave again.
“Eh, yeah. Something about you being a good boy for me.”
That’s the good stuff.
He arches his back and leans forward against his desk, letting a hand slide down in-between his thighs like he’d been waiting to do since Jake opened his mouth hours ago.
“I’m pretty fucking far from being a ‘good boy.’”
“Not true. You fold in 2 seconds.”
“Mm-do not!”
“FNAF Eternal.”
God damnit.
“Shut up.”
“You’re a good boy when you want to be.”
More than anything.
“What if I don’t wanna be?”
Albert’s hand retreats to make itself at home underneath the warmth of cotton boxers.
“I can fix that.”
He shudders and gets to work, heavy-breathed and impatient. Everything around him is hot. He thinks he should get up to turn his fan on, but he’s too comfortable here.
“…n’ how would you do that?”
Talking dirty wasn’t foreign to them, especially when tipsy. But sobriety makes you a little more aware. Aware of how shallow your breath gets when your best friend asks you how you’d make them your bitch.
“Well… maybe I’d put my knee up in-between your legs… maybe I’d make you beg for it…”
Albert knew he was feeling it, too. Something in the air, even over the phone.
Albert’s hand squeezes him, not of his own volition, surely it must have had gone to sleep when his friends had.
Which would’ve been great,
if Jake hadn’t heard him whine into his desk.
“…what was that?”
“Nothing! Sorry, I just—I hit my knee, y’know, it happens.”
“Uh-huh. What’d you hit it on?”
“My desk.”
“Thought you got a new one so that wouldn’t keep happening?”
It’s hard to keep secrets from people who know everything about you.
The adrenaline rushing through Albert’s veins was akin to that of a tightrope walker over a pool of crocodiles.
“Turn your camera on.”
Fuck.
“Can I just—“
“No.”
“Real quick—?”
“Turn it on.”
He reaches for his mouse with sticky fingers, turning his camera on. He assumed his room was dark enough to hide most everything.
“Scoot back?”
He was beyond fucked at this point, might as well just play along and see what happens.
And so, he did, hard, weak-legged and all.
“That’s what I thought… although I didn’t think you’d look this pathetic doing it.”
Albert wasn’t expecting his degeneracy to be this well-received.
“Take those off for me? I gotta see this.”
And so, he did. Like a bitch.
He brought his knees up and slid his boxers down past his feet and let them fall down wherever they wanted. He didn’t care where his dirty laundry went anymore.
He let his legs drop again, averting his eyes away from the camera, panting and leaned back all pretty in his chair for Jake.
“God-damn.”
Albert swallowed.
“Well? Keep going.”
Albert wrapped his hand around himself again, pumping slowly, whimpers scattered throughout the cacophony of assorted warning sirens making itself known in his otherwise vacant mind. He was hot, and he was bothered, and he wasn’t stopping.
“Pussy. Faster.”
Oh, we’re playing THIS game.
Albert picks up his pace almost immediately, with a soft groan. Jake’s voice was enough to make him leak, and he was wet enough for perfect friction.
“Like—huff—this?”
“You’re still acting like it’s a secret. Fuck your guilty conscience. I want volume.”
Albert picked up the pace again, letting his chest loose and letting out whimpers against frustrated whines.
“How fast am I—hhfff! …allowed to go?”
“Just because you asked, hands off.”
Albert whined louder than anything he knew he was capable of.
He huffed and brought his hands to his sides, legs trembling and cock twitching. Begging to be touched. Harder to breathe by the second.
“Good, good boy. Spread your legs for me?”
He grabbed his knees and guided them apart from each other, biting his cheek and waiting for further instruction.
Jake took a deep breath, preparing to say something he never thought he’d find himself saying.
“Finger yourself? Don’t care how you do it. Just don’t touch your dick.”
Albert’s eyes lit up.
He immediately slid two slick fingers inside himself with a bitten-back moan.
“Oh, fuck…”
He begun to move out of pure desperation, sliding his fingers in and out of himself like he’d never get the chance to again.
After a few moments, with each push he begun curling his fingers against a sweet spot he’d found imagining this exact thing a couple of weeks ago; moans began to flow out from his mouth like river water, now. He let his eyes close, and his head hit the back of his chair, and he started letting go.
“Fuck—feels good… good boy for you.”
“Yeah, good boy, good boy… fuck, you’re beautiful like this.”
Albert was teetering over the edge. This is simultaneously the most embarrassing and most rewarding thing he’s ever done.
“Jake, I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum. Please?”
“Alright, you’ve earned it.”
With one final, trembling crook of his fingers, every thought in his mind jolted back and out, and his chest forward as his back arched, letting himself go all over his abdomen. Legs trembling, hands freed, lip swollen, and eyes rolled back.
What a sight.
Jake had a secret he’d be letting out in the dark, too, with all these screenshots.