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Quiet. All Jay had to do was stay quiet and Matt would never know. Normally he could control himself, think of something strange and awful to will his hard on away but this time it was impossible. It was really all Matt’s fault, if he hadn’t shoved Jay then Jay never would have shoved him back and then Matt never would’ve tackled him onto the couch and manhandled him into a position that made him feel so vulnerable that he started leaking precum into his boxer briefs.
Sometimes he missed when Matt was scrawny, it was so much easier to win a fight against him back then. Now Matt had the upper hand and fuck was his cocky about it. They had roughhoused and wrestled constantly when they were younger but it became even more constant after Matt had started working out.
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Just last week Jay had snapped something mouthy back at Matt and the next thing he knew he was being shoved face first onto the couch, his arm held tight against his back. “You wanna repeat that for me, bird?” He sounded so cocky, so powerful. It made Jay squirm just thinking about it. He pressed his knee into his back, pushing him down harder, he loved to be rough with Jay.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, just let me up, Matt!” Jay begged, voice as whiny as ever. He writhed under Matt, trying desperately to get free. He was just wasting his energy, tiring himself out while Matt held him down effortlessly.
Matt sneered at him, with the noises Jay was making you’d think Matt was actually hurting him. He squeezes his wrists tighter, snorting at Jay’s soft whine. “Grow up, bird. This doesn’t hurt and you know it. You’re such a pussy, so fucking weak. You just make me wanna pick on you more.” Matt reached forward, tangling his fingers into Jay’s dark hair, gripping tighter and tighter until Jay yelped. Matt smiled down at him, “That didn’t hurt.”
Jay furrows his brows, looking up in annoyance. “Yes it did!” He whines back like a child.
“Bullshit, this hurts,” Matt pulls Jay’s head back by his hair, causing Jay to cry out in pain. “Keep whining like a hit dog and I’ll do it again.” Jay bites his lip to stay quiet, quickly submitting to Matt just like he always does.
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Matt was snoring softly in the top bunk, Jay had been listening and waiting for him to fall asleep. Jay reaches under his bed, trying to stay quiet as he blindly digs under the bed until he grabs what he’s looking for. He pulls it up quickly and holds it to his nose, taking a big whiff, quietly moaning into the fabric. Ever since Matt had started going to the gym he’d started wearing jockstraps and luckily for Jay he’d developed a bad habit of leaving them laying around the house.
Jay takes another whiff of the fabric and moves one hand down to his cock, squeezing himself through his underwear. He whines softly, wishing it was Matt’s hand. He can imagine it so vividly, Matt pinning him down and shoving his jockstrap into Jay’s face, forcing him to smell his sweat and musk. He’d squeeze his cock and laugh at how Jay whines and squirms under his touch. “So fucking sensitive…practically a virgin all over again from how long it’s been since you’ve been touched.”
Jay pulls the curtain closed and lays on his back, palming himself through his underwear. He imagines laying with his head in Matt’s lap with his thick fingers in his mouth, he parts his lips at the thought, sliding two fingers into his mouth and closing his lips around them. He slowly moves them in and out of his mouth as he sucks at his flesh. It’ll keep him quiet. He wishes it was Matt’s fingers in his mouth, Jay knows he’d be rough and mean, pressing down on his tongue, sliding his fingers as far back into Jay’s throat as he can. He’d laugh and tease Jay for gagging, “So useless, you can’t even take my fingers yet, how are you going to take my cock? Do I have to train your throat everyday? If you keep it up I’m bringing home a plastic cock for you to practice on till you prove to me that you know what you’re doing.” He imagines himself sucking off a toy for Matt’s amusement, Matt taunting and teasing him, telling him to take it deeper while he tries to blink away the tears at the corners of his eyes. Jay sucks harder at his fingers, trying to take them deeper. He moans around his fingers as he rolls his hips against his hand. He hears Matt stir in the top bunk and freezes in place, eyes going wide. He has to be quieter. Jay lays there silently, holding his breath like he’s hiding from the killer in a horror film. He gives it a minute before he picks up where he left off.
He rolls onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow, the jockstrap still pressed against his nose. He hopes that the pillow will help muffle his noises. He slowly rolls his hips against his palm, whining into his pillow, fingers still stuffed into his mouth. He feels so dirty knowing Matt is so close but so unaware. He wonders what would happen if Matt woke up, if he’d punish him for it or if he’d yell at him for being such a pervert. He prays for punishment, for being pulled out of his bunk by Matt. He prays that he’d pull his underwear down, make fun of his leaky cock, and spank him till he’s sobbing. He deserves it, he deserves whatever punishment Matt saw fit. He’d take it so well, he’d be so good for Matt, he always is. He’s worked so hard to prove that to Matt, always following his orders and going along with his plan, it’s worth it for the praise. He’d let Matt use him however he wanted to, he’d wait at the door with his mouth open so he could suck Matt off as soon as he got home if he asked him to.
He ruts against his palm, face scrunched up with pleasure as he drools all over his hand and pillow. He tries his best to stay quiet but his fantasies make it so hard. He’s so caught up in his own pleasure that he doesn’t even notice Matt stirring once again in the top bunk.
Matt slowly opens his eyes, blinking hard to try and adjust to the darkness of the room. He can feel the bunk bed shaking softly, almost like…no there’s no way Jay’s doing that while Matt is in bed with him. He listens closely and his eyes go wide when he hears it. “Please…fuck Matt, I-I’ll be good, please…smells so good…” Holy shit.
Matt lays on his back, debating what to do. Maybe Jay is just having a dream…a really weird dream. Maybe he should just check on him. Matt leans over the side of the bunk bed, reaching down and pulling the curtain back to take a peek. Matt peeks into Jay's bunk and goes wide eyed when he sees what a pathetic mess he is. Jay is humping his hand like a dog in heat, one leg pulled up, his face buried in his pillow. Matt swears he can see the waistband of some underwear poking out underneath Jay’s face. He pulls himself back up onto his bed, his cheeks flushed and cock stirring in his briefs, he lays there with his hands in his lap and takes it in. The only sound in the room is Jay’s muffled whines and whimpers, he sounds so pathetic.
Matt glances at his phone, lying next to him on the mattress. This is wrong, so fucking wrong…but Jay was wrong too so maybe it would all cancel out in the end. Matt picks up his phone and opens the camera app, making sure to turn the flash off. He starts recording a video and holds his phone over the railing of his bunk, recording Jay rutting himself against his palm. He’d use this footage later, he wasn’t sure if it would be for blackmail material or jerkoff material but he’d figure it out in the morning. He could feel the bed shaking more, Jay was getting sloppy, getting closer and closer to his release. Matt was honestly surprised he was lasting as long as he did, he’d always imagined Jay as a two pump chump who left his partners unsatisfied and pissed off.
Just as Jay let out a loud groan Matt’s phone slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly to the floor. Matt gasps and pulls his blanket over his head, facing the wall and pretending to be asleep. Jay on the other hand lets out a high pitched yelp, trying to get out of his compromising position but only managing to get tangled in his sheets and fall out of his bunk. Matt bites back his laughter when he hears Jay hit the ground. Jay groans in pain, reaching to rub his head. He notices Matt’s phone on the floor next to him, the screen partially cracked but still recording. Jay freezes, looking up at the top bunk. Matt is under the covers unmoving, but Jay knows better. It takes him a few seconds to gather the courage to speak. “Matt…?” He calls out weakly.
Matt pretends to wake up, pulling the covers from his head, and peeking over the railing to look down at Jay sprawled out on the floor. “Everything alright, bird?” He asks as if nothing even happened. He hopes the darkness hides his shit eating grin.
Jay sighs, rubbing his face. He crawls over to the bedside table and turns on the lamp. “You…you weren’t asleep just now.”
Matt scoffs dramatically, “Uh, yes I was. Why wouldn’t I have been asleep, bird? Is there something I should’ve been awake for?” Normally he’s an incredible liar thanks to his years of practice, but with Jay it’s like it’s his first time all over again.
Jay holds up Matt’s phone, the camera still recording. “You were asleep?” He asks, this time his tone is more firm.
Matt nods, “Yep. Sleeping like a log.”
Jay narrows his eyes up at Matt. “So who was recording on your phone then?”
“Maybe Jared came in and was trying to get extra footage,” Matt shrugs.
“You’re telling me that Jared came in while you were asleep and I was awake and used your phone to record something without either of us realizing?”
Matt pauses, he can turn this around on Jay. “What were you awake for?”
Jay is quick to come up with an excuse, “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Couldn’t sleep? Is that what I’m going to see when I watch that recording back?” Matt asks, moving towards the ladder of his bunk.
“Don’t,” Jay pleads softly, holding the phone against his chest, the camera still recording.
Matt climbs down the ladder, walking over to stand over Jay. “Give me my phone.”
Jay shakes his head, “No.”
Matt narrows his eyes and leans down, putting his hands on his knees as he bends over. “Why not? It’s just a normal video, right? So give me back my phone and let me see it.”
Jay tries to crawl away but Matt just grabs him by the ankle and pulls him over to the couch, dragging him along like he weighs nothing. Jay loses his blanket in the process, his hard-on in his boxer briefs now exposed to Matt. Jay reaches down and tries to cover his crotch. Matt looks back at Jay and laughs. “Hiding something else now too?”
“It’s morning wood, I can’t help it! I-It’s natural!” Jay squeaks.
Matt scoffs, “It’s 11:30pm, bird.”
Before Jay can come up with an excuse Matt is leaning down and hauling him up by his arms, holding them behind his back and bending him over the couch. Jay kicks his leg back, sending Matt backwards, groaning softly. “Fuck off, Matt! Leave me alone!” He crawls over the arm of the couch, trying to get away from Matt.
Matt is as quick as he is strong, tackling Jay onto the couch quickly. He shoves Jay’s face into the cushions with one hand and uses the other to reach under him and try to get his phone back. “This’ll go a lot quicker and a hell of a lot easier for you if you just hand it over now.”
Jay squirms, trying to get the phone away from Matt. “I’m not giving it to you!”
Matt chuckles, “Fine. You wanna play like that? We can play as long as you want, bird. Matt sinks his fingers into Jay's hair, gripping it tightly to pull his upper body up and off the couch. Jay’s face scrunches up in pain, whining like a dog. “You wanna hand it over yet?”
Jay lets out a few more pained noises and shakes his head to the best of his ability, “No.”
“No? Fine.” Matt lets go of Jay’s wrists and flips him over onto his back. Grabbing his wrists again, wrestling his phone out of Jay’s hands and pinning his wrists above his head. Matt looks down at Jay’s hard on, practically making eye contact with it. “Oh bird…” He laughs, shaking his head. Jay’s cheeks flush with embarrassment as he tries to close his legs. Matt tosses his phone to the side to hold his legs open. “No, you don’t get to hide that from me. I heard you moaning my name, you sick pervert. Were you thinking about me, Jay?”
Jay stays quiet, squeezing his eyes shut as if it’ll get him out of this.
Matt tongues the inside of his cheek, leaning down and blowing softly on Jay’s cock through his underwear, giggling deviously as Jay whines and squirms.
“S-Stop it!” He whines.
“Tell me what you were thinking about.”
“Why?”
Matt rolls his eyes, “If you were thinking about me I think I deserve to know what you were imagining. You owe me that after jacking off with me in bed with you.”
“You’re so dramatic!” Jay exclaims, “You were not in bed with me, you were in the bunk above me!”
“Oh c’mon, that’s practically the same thing!”
Jay rolls his eyes, “No it’s not! It would be one thing if I was jacking off next to you, you weren’t next to me, you were above me!”
Matt smiles cockily, “Is that where you want me, Jay? Above you?”
Jay whines, “Please stop talking.”
“Admit it and I will.”
Jay pauses, biting the inside of his cheeks as he weighs his option. Matt really won’t give this up. “Fine. Yeah, I was thinking about you while I was touching myself. I was thinking about you pinning me down just like this, I was getting off to the smell of your used jockstrap. Is that what you wanna hear, Matt?”
Matt freezes, his eyebrows raising in shock. He wets his lips with his tongue, nodding his head as he processes what Jay just told him. “You were sniffing my jockstrap?”
Jay nods weakly, face scrunched up in embarrassment.
“Oh bird…you’re so…pathetic.” Matt glances back at the bed and then back to Jay. “Stay here.” Matt lets go of Jay and walks over to the bed, leaning down to grab his jockstrap off of Jay’s pillow. He holds it up, smiling in amusement. He can see a wet spot from where Jay drooled on it. He walks back over to Jay, dangling it over his face. “You want another sniff, perv?”
Jay can’t even get himself to respond, he’s completely frozen. His biggest fantasy is coming to life and he’s frozen in place like a fucking idiot.
Matt takes control, sensing Jay’s nervousness. He presses the crotch of his jockstrap against Jay’s nose. “Go on, bird, I know you wanna.” Jay takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his used jockstrap. He moans into the fabric, his dick twitching in his underwear. Matt watches how his hips move, briefly considering pinning them down. “Fuck,” Matt mumbles.
Matt watches him for a bit longer, almost entranced. He pulls the jockstrap away from Jay’s face, “Jay, I wanna try something. Sit up for me.” Matt sits next to Jay on the couch, patting his lap for him to sit on it. Jay crawls over to him, positioning himself in Matt’s lap, his half chub poking against his ass. Matt wraps his arm around Jay’s neck, pulling his head back into his shoulder, being gentle to not cut off his breathing. He holds the jockstrap up against Jay’s nose, forcing him to inhale his scent. “Can I touch you?” He asks softly.
Jay nods, whining into the fabric as if he’s begging for it. His cock strains against his briefs, the wet spot in his underwear growing with each second. His eyes follow Matt’s hand as it goes between his legs, watching carefully as it inches closer to his cock. He rolls his hips up, desperate to be touched. Matt pinches Jay’s inner thigh punishingly. “Behave or I’ll leave you like this,” Matt threatens. Jay nods, mumbling an apology in response, he’s so desperate he’d do whatever Matt told him to at this point.
Matt runs his finger along Jay’s shaft, smirking as he squirms in his lap. He’s so needy. “How bad do you need it, bird?” Matt teases, running his finger up and down Jay’s shaft just to make him squirm even more.
“So bad, Matt. You know that…” He whines pathetically, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to focus on anything but Matt’s teasing.
Matt chuckles and nods, “Yeah, I do. But it’s so fun to watch you squirm.”
“You’re such a fucking dick…just give me what I want…I always do what you want, I’m always good!” Jay pleads petulantly.
Matt tightens his arm around Jay’s throat, “Stop acting like such an entitled brat. You’re lucky I’m even thinking of touching you instead of bending you over and bruising your ass like you deserve. You always get whatever you want, bird. Show some appreciation.”
Jay sighs dramatically, “Thank you…thank you for always giving me what I want, Matt. But please just touch me…”
“Fine, always so fucking needy.” Matt tugs Jay's underwear down just enough to slip his cock out, admiring how precum leaks from the tip. He brings his hand up to his mouth, spitting into it before bringing his hand back down. Jay gasps as he feels Matt’s hand wrap around his cock, writhing under his touch, eyes rolling back as if he’s going to come from that alone. “How long has it been since someone else has touched you? So used to your own hand that this probably feels like the real thing, huh?”
Jay whimpers, “Too long…”
Matt leans down and nips at Jay’s ear, sucking softly at the lobe as he starts to slowly pump Jay’s cock, swiping his thumb over his tip. Jay rolls his hips in sync with Matt’s motions, speeding up and slowing down along with him. “Look at that, it’s like you were made just for me to touch. Maybe this is what you needed all along, my guiding hand,” He whispers, licking a stripe up Jay’s ear after.
Jay shudders, moaning loudly. He doesn’t care who hears him at this point, in his mind it’s just him and Matt like it always should be. “Yeah…yeah…hmmm made for you MJ,” he babbles.
Matt kisses down his neck, nipping as he goes. He stops at his pulse point, sucking a dark mark into the pale flesh. He makes sure it’ll be visible for when Jared comes over to film in the morning, he wants everyone to know who Jay belongs to. “So good for me, Jaybird. You know your place so well, always have.” He speeds up, stroking Jay’s cock faster, tightening his fist around it slightly as he tightens his arm around his neck once again. “You wanna be a good bird and come for me? You gonna show me how well you listen?”
Jay nods excitedly, “Please, please, I can be so good MJ! I’m so good…” He says quickly. His excitement and eagerness is so endearing to Matt.
Matt smiles at him fondly, glad he’s too focused on his own pleasure to see how Matt’s looking at him right now. “I know you can, prove it to me, come for me.”
Jay’s eyes screw up tightly, face contorted in pleasure as he lets go, body spasming with pleasure as Matt works him through it. “Thank you…thank you…oh my god…I’m so good, so good, mmm tell me I’m good…” He whines, head back against Matt’s shoulder. His voice is whiny and pathetic, it’s like music to Matt’s ears.
Matt kisses Jay’s neck, “You’re so good, always so good for me. Lookin’ so pretty for me right now, look at you making a mess all over my hand like the good boy you are. You wanna lick it clean for me? Wanna keep being good for me?”
Jay nods, “Yeah, yeah, give it to me. Let me clean this time…” Jay is so agreeable Matt wishes he could keep him like this forever. He brings his fingers up to Jay’s lips, pushing them into his mouth, groaning as Jay wraps his lips around Matt’s fingers and cleans them of his mess. Matt works them in and out of Jay’s mouth, seeing how much he’s willing to take. He should know by now that Jay will take whatever Matt gives him.
Matt pulls his fingers out of Jay’s lips, raising an eyebrow at how Jay tries to follow them. “Still so needy, hm?”
Jay blushes, “Shut up.”
“I’ve got something else for you to suck on, you do need to repay me for what I just gave you y’know,” Matt says, shoving Jay off his lap and onto the floor.
Jay looks up at him, his tongue poking out of his mouth to wet his lips. “You’ll let me?”
“Go on, bird. Show me just how good you really are.”