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Whether among the members, the staff, the company, or most of the fandom, it was pretty established by now with their debut seemingly far behind them: Jay and Jake were mostly bros.
The typical bickering no homo kind.
It wasn’t like how Jake was with Sunghoon. That was different, a two peas in a pod kind of deal, soulmates as Engenes fondly called them. It definitely wasn’t like Jake and Heeseung either, a click and lock type of friendship where their humor and minds operated on the same wavelength.
With Jay, Jake was a little more distant in certain ways but closer to him, even more than with Sunghoon and Heeseung, in others. That was the roommate benefit: sharing close quarters was intimate no matter what anyone said just because so many personal things happened behind closed doors. It didn’t have to be sexual at all—getting dressed or undressed, slowly falling asleep while talking about each other’s day, acting normally as guys and humans and people do, with no care as to who was around… these were things one didn’t do freely with strangers.
Mundane activities like it and more built closeness and Jay, to him, was that snug and comfortable moment before Jake closed his eyes to drift away, headed for dreamland or just restful, often too short sleep.
Outside their shared room though, it was something else altogether. The two of them were very different and the closeness didn’t quite bleed through, not very obviously at least. Jake felt like he was pretty generous when it came to entertaining what other people thought about certain things, willing to listen to opinions that were opposite his even if he didn’t agree with them, but Jay.
He always had to be right and the other person wrong. God, was he stubborn; it could be annoying at times but, mostly, it was amusing to make fun of him because of it.
So Jake did. He teased Jay a lot and the good thing about the eldest member of the 02z line was how he hardly ever lost his temper or got offended. Some things he didn’t take very seriously. Three years later, Jake had figured out what things were fair game—what didn’t tick Jay off and was ok to pick on or poke fun at. There were quite a lot of those. But at the same time, there were a few that he disliked and Jake had learned to steer away from those.
Snooping around on his phone, without permission, was an example and something Jay hated the most.
He understood, of course. The information stored in it was private and Jake would be upset himself if someone looked around his phone without asking him if they could. But then again…
Jay couldn’t expect him not to look if he’d left his phone as it was, unlocked and shining its brightest, while he was in the room, right?
It certainly felt like the snake presenting Eve the apple: take a bite, Jake Sim. Since their room’s lights were turned down low, Jay’s phone was the brightest thing in it. Peeking over the edge of the top bunk where he was trying to convince himself to sleep—they had practice early tomorrow—Jake didn’t really fight the temptation too much.
Five seconds later he was climbing down and grabbing Jay’s phone.
He wasn’t going to look at anything he didn’t have to. It would just be a superficial search for something light and stupid that he could tease Jay about later on. However, the moment he read the first few words on the screen before him, Jake realized there was no way what he was looking at was superficial at all.
It was as personal as personal went.
Blood play ✖
Pain play ✓✓✓
Impact play ✓
Bondage ✓✓
Roleplay
Urethral sounding ???
Jake couldn’t help but stop at that last one, forgetting to read the rest of the really long list—a sex list, a kink list, obviously. He had an idea what the rest above it were but urethral sounding?
What the hell was that?
“Hey! What are you doing?”
Barely having lifted his gaze, Jay’s phone was out of his hand in a heartbeat.
“Jake…”
And Jake meant to apologize, say sorry, because what an awful person he was being, but instead he asked the obvious question.
“What’s urethral sounding?”
Jay must have seen that he’d left his list open on his phone at the same time Jake asked the question because he froze. For a moment, neither of them moved before Jay sighed. Stepped forward and turned to sit down beside him, flipping his phone round and round his hand.
“I’ll tell you,” Jay said eventually, slowly, as he turned to Jake who couldn’t deny that he was curious as hell. His roommate was the type of person who would learn anything but this? Speaking French and pain play were two very different things after all. “But can you promise to keep this between us? I’m serious, Jake. This isn’t something I want people to make fun of in relation to me.”
Now Jay could be very solemn about a lot of things but right now he seemed almost pleading as he stared back at Jake after his words. Nodding his head, Jake even made a complicated cross my heart hope to die sign with his hands.
“Yeah, I’ll keep it a secret. Roommates’ honor.”
Jay laughed at the last part of what he said before he was turning to his phone and exiting out of the Notes app. He went straight to his camera roll, scrolled for a bit, before he selected a video. The thumbnail wasn’t reassuring: it was a dick.
“Jay—”
“You asked,” Jay interrupted, turning to him, thumb hovering over the play button. “Google it if you’re curious. I’m not going to explain it when I can just show you.”
“You like explaining things,” Jake complained, wincing a bit as he glanced back down at the dick thumbnail. He watched porn but never with someone and this was just all kinds of awkward. “This is new.”
At that, Jay shrugged. Looked only the slightest bit uncomfortable himself.
“Talking about it… gets me worked up. It turns me on and—yeah, no. I won’t use words.”
Jake looked back at Jay with wide eyes, not having expected him to have said what he had. It wasn’t surprising though since his roommate was straightforward by default—he could be really blunt, sometimes awkwardly so, thanks to a very American upbringing—but really now…
“Fine,” Jake relented, peering back at Jay’s phone. Better get accurate information from his roommate than get lost in the Internet void. Who knew where he would end up if he looked up urethral sounding himself? This was probably better. “Show me.”
Right before he finally tapped on play, Jay first adjusted the volume to the lowest possible setting. Almost instantly, Jake felt his own dick shriveling between his legs as the video started, his balls trying to retract into his body.
“Fuck Jay… that looks horrible. Painful.”
It was a close up of someone’s cock obviously, the same dick on the thumbnail, the head of it to be specific. They were inserting what looked like a very thin straw into the slit and it was… Jake shuddered. The straw-looking thing had to be about five or six inches long but, though the progress was slow, whoever the person was in the video was managing, inch by precious inch, to push it in until it was inside nearly all the way. They groaned and cursed and moaned the entire time, sounding like they were enjoying themselves…
“Shit,” Jake muttered, cupping his own dick protectively as they started to move the straw in and then back out, slowly, in thrusting motions. “This turns you on?”
“It feels really good. Overwhelmingly good,” was Jay’s explanation, his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone, and Jake was so distracted he didn’t even realize the wording. “It intensifies your orgasm.”
Jake was fine with his normal orgasms thank you. But then, even with his body wanting to curl into itself in horror, he couldn’t look away from the video as it continued either. The person in it was now pulling the straw back out and they were breathing fast and loudly—as soon as the straw came off, they came hard, a lot, stroking themselves desperately.
They sounded so fucked out and they just kept coming and coming.
“My dick will take a while to recover from that,” Jake whispered as the video ended, glancing at Jay who was shifting in his seat. He was probably hard, the sick fuck. Not to judge but Jake couldn’t imagine himself doing that. To each their own though, he supposed—more power to Jay. “Where did you even download that from?”
Jay froze again and Jake had the realization about ten seconds later, just about the same time his roommate answered before he was walking out the door.
That was definitely a tent in his pants.
“I took it. The guy in the video is me.”
Oh shit.
While things between him and Jay didn’t necessarily become awkward, Jake found himself wincing every time he had to sip from a straw. He couldn’t stop thinking of the video he’d watched—of Jay’s dick—and he found himself opting for beverages where he could drink straight from the cup or its container. He wanted to avoid straws and dick thoughts in general.
You know, because it wasn’t normal to think of your bro’s dick a lot.
He kind of hated Jay for telling him who was actually in the video. He would have been fine not knowing who the dick owner was. But now he knew very specific things about his roommate, more than he wanted, like how his dick looked like. How he sounded when he was feeling good or when he was experiencing any sex-related pleasured pain. And don’t even get Jake started on that list…
At the same time though, Jake was more curious than ever before because even though Jay was the one on the video, meaning he’d done it, urethral sounding had no check mark on his list. Instead, it had question marks. What did that mean?
There was only one way to find out.
“If you’ve tried it,” Jake whispered one day, while they were in the dressing room in between photo shoots, when he caught Jay alone. The rest of the members were far away, there were no camera directors near them, and they were situated in a secluded corner. They were as alone as they could be. “Why doesn’t that have a check beside it on your list?”
“Jake,” Jay chastised, looking around warily, his voice a hiss. “Let’s not talk about that here.”
“I want to know,” Jake shot back, insistent. He looked around himself and dropped his voice further. “It’s been haunting me for days. You have to tell me now.”
Jay hesitated and then he turned, leaning in, whispering his answer to Jake and well… well.
“I’m not done trying it out. I’m planning to use a bigger sounder. See if it makes a difference.”
Oh lord. Jake closed his legs because fuck, something bigger than what he’d already seen Jay use? Oh, and it wasn’t called a straw but a sounder. He had to remember that.
Anyway...
“Is it safe? Aren’t you going to get hurt, Jay—”
“What are you guys whispering about?”
They weren’t really doing anything wrong but, at Sunghoon’s question, Jake practically pushed himself away from his roommate at the same time Jay did the same. As a result, they looked very suspicious and Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at them both.
“Are you plotting something?”
“Of course not,” Jake said immediately, putting on his best and most angelic smile even though it felt rather shaky on his lips. “What would we even plot about?”
That was that and Jake didn’t have the chance to talk to Jay about it further, his plans of doing more using a bigger sounder on himself. Hopefully it wasn’t going to be as big as those straws they gave you if your bubble tea had pearls.
Just thinking about something that size going into anyone’s dick made Jake shiver, his skin crawling unpleasantly.
Ugh.
Technically, Jake knew Jay had to be researching about… this. About urethral sounding. Knowing how his roommate was, he knew he was being safe, probably covering all of his bases: the do’s, don’t’s, precautions, risks, etc.
Despite this, Jake found himself looking into it more, too. Doing some research himself.
“How do you clean your sounders? Just water? What temperature? Do you use our hand soap at the dorm? You shouldn’t use that. Do you have something else you use?”
Sighing, Jay looked about them to make sure no one was nearby before stepping forward and hissing at Jake just like he had that first time. They were on their way back to their dressing room after an onstage performance recording and, while it was still early, there were people moving about and they never knew who could be listening more closely than they thought.
“I sanitize them properly. Now shut up.”
“With what?”
Jay was already walking away but Jake caught up with him, still speaking in a low voice.
“What do you use? We have to make sure.”
His roommate eventually stopped walking, glaring at him a little.
“What do you care? It’s not like you’ll be part of whatever I do. Leave me alone, Jake. Thanks for your concern but I know what I’m doing. And yes—I’m being safe.”
Jake sighed and watched Jay walk away one more time before he was on him again.
“... ok, maybe I’m curious. Very curious.”
That made Jay pause. He stopped walking once again and they turned to one another.
“Right,” Jay said eventually. “What does that mean? You want to do it?”
Jake winced. Hell no. But…
“I want to see you do it. In person.”
Jay blinked, his surprise evident. He didn’t say anything right away but, before he finally did, he looked around. He spoke even more softly than ever.
“If you’re fucking with me—”
But that was the thing. Jake wasn’t fucking around in any way, shape, or form. He was telling the truth—he was more than curious at this point. He was fucking invested in… whatever this was.
“I’m not,” he insisted. “Let’s not make this weird. Think of it as… me wanting to see what it’s like for science.”
Jay snorted, backing away. He looked both amused and annoyed.
“For science.”
Jake nodded and followed him in a hurry when Jay started walking away again.
“Yeah. So?”
They paused by the doorway to their dress room as Jay gave him a look. After a beat, he sighed.
“I’ll think about it.”
But Jay was taking a long time thinking about things, long enough that Jake felt the need to follow up. He could always go back to just watching videos, sure—there were many out there and he’d seen a few—but… Jake wanted actual insight from someone he knew.
Of course he wasn’t expecting a written report after Jay was done but he wanted to see. He wanted a close second-hand experience.
“You haven’t given me an answer.”
They were headed back to their dorm after a grueling week of promotions and were just getting into one of the company vans when Jake caught up to his roommate who rolled his eyes.
“I was waiting for you to ask again actually,” he admitted as he sat on the seat farthest from the door. Jake took the one right beside him and, thankfully, the driver, their manager, or one of the members hadn’t joined them yet. “To see if you’re telling the truth. That you’re interested.”
“Would I keep asking if I wasn’t,” he pointed out to a huff of laughter from Jay though it was soft and tired. They were all tired.
“Fine. We get a break over the weekend, right? I was planning on going home. Testing out my new sounder. My parents are in the States so… we’ll have the house to ourselves.”
Fucking finally.
“Great,” Jake said, satisfied as he nodded his head and secured his seatbelt on himself properly. “Looking forward to it.”
When he glanced at Jay who hadn’t said a word, he raised a brow at his questioning look.
“What?”
“You’re making it sound like some kind of business transaction,” his roommate pointed out, and though he was amused again, he also sounded a little confused. “I know you said don’t make this weird but… you don’t find this weird? At all? You’ll be watching me get off, Jake.”
“I already did,” Jake hissed, adding in a hurry because he could see Sunghoon heading their direction. “You should have told me that first video was your dick but you didn’t. This is your fault. Now the only dick I want for reference is yours.”
Jay shook his head, planting a palm over half his face.
“Now that’s a weird way to put it.”
“What is?”
Sunghoon had climbed in, taking one of the seats at the back, looking from Jay to him and back. He had his eyes narrowed again but Jake only shook his head.
“Nothing. It’s not important.”
But it was.
It really was.
Was it weird if he took notes while Jay did whatever he had to do?
So that they wouldn’t raise any suspicions, Jake pretended he was going home for the weekend, too. He couldn’t tell whether he was nervous or excited and, from time to time, Jay just looked at him strangely.
He supposed it was kind of odd, the way he was reacting. But how was he going to explain it? This was new to him. Completely unexplored territory, one he’d never try—his pain tolerance was shit—so it was interesting to see why Jay liked it.
Figure out the reason and see it all unfold before him.
They met up far away from their dorm, Jay leaving first and then Jake following soon after, at a random convenience store. From there they took a cab and the entire time Jake tapped on his knees, one leg jumping, until Jay called him out on it.
“God, stop,” his roommate barked, placing a hand over his knee to keep it from bouncing. “You’re making me nervous and I feel like we’re going to have sex for the first time.”
Jake laughed sheepishly, taking a deep breath, and willed his limbs to stay still. It sort of worked and they made it to Jay’s family home without much fanfare. They first got settled—Jake was staying in the guest room—and then Jay cooked. They had lunch and lazed about and fuck were they going to start soon?
He was so impatient.
Eventually, while scrolling mindlessly through Twitter, Jake received a message from Jay. They were just four words but it sent his anticipation skyrocketing. His roommate had a point, didn’t he? The way Jake was acting, it did feel like they were going to have sex which couldn’t be further from the truth.
He was just here to watch.
Come to my room.
Jake took a moment to calm down. He took a deep breath, and then another, leaving his phone where it was. He then headed to Jay’s room as instructed and knocked before pushing the door open. Jay was seated on the edge of his bed with a few items beside him.
“You can still back out, you know,” Jay told him as Jake stepped in, closing the door as he did so. His tone was light but his expression was very serious. “You should see your face right now.”
Jake scowled, looking about for a mirror or any reflective surface. There was none.
“What’s wrong with my face?”
“You look really nervous,” Jay clarified. “Almost like I’ll be doing this to you, not myself.”
Jake shrugged, taking a seat beside Jay with another deep breath.
“Of course I’m nervous. I’ll be imagining the pain on my own dick the entire time. How will that make you feel?”
Wrong question of course; Jay raised a brow at him and Jake remembered his list. Pain play had not one but three check marks beside it.
“Oh. Right…” he said, trailing off before glancing down at the items that were between them, all of which were sitting on top of a towelette. His eyes widened when he saw the sounder. “Oh shit. Is that it?”
“Yeah,” Jay murmured, picking it up. Based on the video his roommate had made him watch, this one was way thicker by a lot. “Surgical-grade steel. I know you’re worried—it’s sterilized. I could very well be preparing for an actual surgery. That’s how safe I’m being.”
Jake nodded, a little breathless, and watched Jay place his hands on the waistband of his boxers. That and a sleeveless shirt was all he was wearing. He glanced one last time at Jake who swallowed and moved back a little to give him room.
“You sure, Jake? You’ll really watch this?”
He was already here.
“I am. Just do it. It’s not like I haven’t seen your dick before thanks to your video.”
Jay huffed out a laugh and then he was getting undressed, his cock springing free from his boxers, and he was already half hard. He was also big; Jake wasn’t in the habit of checking out the junk other guys were packing but he was pretty sure Jay was way bigger than what was average. He watched him work: first, he coated the sounder with lube—it was about the same length as the one in the video—and then he palmed the head of his cock, lubing it up as well, with a soft moan.
All the while, Jake just stared closely, not even noticing how hard his own breathing had become.
Jay wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, seating himself more properly in bed. He parted his legs slightly, first stroking his cock: up and down, slowly and lazily, with a shuddering breath. And then he finally picked up the sounder, his other hand gripping his dick just under the head, lining it up with the slit.
Jake cursed at the same time Jay groaned as soon as he pressed it in.
“Shit,” Jake breathed out, gaze momentarily flying from where the sounder was slowly disappearing into and to Jay’s inner thighs. He was shaking. “Are you ok, Jay?”
Jay couldn’t even speak. He just nodded his head with another groan, this time louder, rougher, his entire body shuddering slightly. And Jake, for the life of him, realized something.
He was getting hard, too.
“It feels so good,” Jay said aloud after a while, panting. He was already sweating and the sounder was barely halfway in. He threw his head back a bit and paused, the hand wrapped around his cock stroking up and down fleetingly, desperately. This time he caterwauled and it was a raw and needy sound. “Fuck.”
It went straight to Jake’s own cock.
For something that looked really painful, what made the difference for Jake—at least that was what he was going to think later—was how much Jay seemed to enjoy what he was doing. The sounds he was making, they didn’t sound like he was hurting at all.
“Mmm,” Jay hummed, finally getting as much of the sounder inside him. There was about an inch left but he didn’t push it further. Instead, he started to stroke his cock at the same time he pulled it out a bit, only to push it back inside, thrusting it in and out like that. “So good…”
Jake honestly had no idea what to do with himself. He just continued watching, gaze alternating between Jay’s face and his actions. His roommate would sometimes close his eyes and throw his head back when it seemed to feel particularly good, face crumpling up in pleasure, and he kept a consistent pace, pleasuring himself in two ways, with the sounder and his hand.
“Fuck,” Jake found himself whispering after a while, trying not to move. Trying not to pay attention to his own erection, the way it throbbed the louder Jay became, the more desperate his movements devolved to. “Fuck, fuck.”
It didn’t help that, for a moment, Jay glanced at him. Met his gaze, his expression fucked out, like he wasn’t all there. God, god… Jake thought fuck it as soon as Jay turned away, focused on what he was doing again, and pushed his own shorts and boxers down. He then took the lube and poured a bit over his palm and then he started jerking off, tongue hanging off the side of his mouth at the first touch, because it was good.
Shit. Shit.
He was so worked up because of Jay and what he was doing that just a few strokes of his own hand and he already felt absolutely wild, feral, hungry for more.
“Wanna do it? Wanna try?”
Jake didn’t even realize Jay was watching him, not until he spoke up, and when his eyes flew upwards, it was to find his roommate smirking at him.
“Like… the sounder? No—”
“Not what I meant,” Jay said, breathless. “You fuck me with the sounder. You be the one to push it in and out.”
Shit. Jake’s cock throbbed and twitched at the suggestion. Jay noticed and his smirk widened, lazy and sinful.
“Oh, I think the answer’s yes.”
It was, dear lord.
It was.
Nodding his head, Jake reached out carefully, absently still stroking his own dick, to hold the sounder. He hesitated. Looked up at Jay who had pulled his top off so now he was completely naked.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you? I don’t want to… I don’t want to push it in too deep.”
Jay nodded his head and leaned back completely, his hands braced behind him, and parted his legs some more.
“I will. Now just do it, please. Jake, please. It feels so good but you have to move it.”
Jake nodded in return and carefully, painfully slowly, he took over. He pulled the sounder out halfway, eyes riveted on how wide the slit of Jay’s cock had been opened up because of it, and then pushed it back in, out again, inside, until he was building a rhythm.
“Yes,” Jay groaned, and a quick glance at his hands showed how tightly he was gripping the bedding. His inner thighs were back to shaking again, and this time it was by so much more. There was also a growing flush of red from his cheeks down to his neck, his chest; against his tanned skin, he looked like something out of a porn video. “That’s it, a little deeper… fuuuuuck!”
One of Jay’s hands reached out for Jake’s hand but it wasn’t to stop him. Instead, he guided Jake and they moved the sounder together, out then back in, a little deeper each time. His roommate was keening, started thrusting up in small fractions after a while, and then he was holding onto Jake’s hand tight so that they could pull the sounder out of him all the way in one smooth movement. As it came off, slipping out of the slit, Jay’s hips thrusted up nearly violently and then he came all over their hands, his stomach, with a shout.
“Yes, fuck!”
Embarrassingly, Jake orgasmed himself and nearly at the same time with very little stimulation from his end.
He blanked out for a moment, desperately stroking his own dick a few seconds too late, but when he came to, when Jake was aware again, he looked over. Jay was on his back, his chest heaving, and he’d come so much. It was a mess on his stomach, his legs, and the bedding. Even then though, his cock was still hard, leaking profusely, and it didn’t look like he was done.
Jake was, too—he was still erect, fuck’s sake. He wasn’t quite finished either but what the hell were they supposed to do from here?
“Ok…” Jake murmured, staring down at the mess he’d made himself, all over the floor and his other hand, the bed sheets underneath him soaked. “Wait, I—Jay—”
“Jake,” Jay interrupted and his voice was a plea. He was begging. He’d never heard him like this before and Jake wasn’t going to lie—he didn’t dislike it. “Please. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
Now Jake was sure that if he didn’t have a hard on of his own, he would’ve been more sensible. He would have said something along the lines of, wait, let’s think about this, Jay. As it was, his cock was still hard and he wanted, needed, release again. What he’d done wasn’t enough.
So he didn’t think. He only said one word.
“Ok.”
They moved together to settle on the middle of the bed properly but Jake paused, unsure. He’d never fucked a guy before. Was there anything he had to do specifically?
Jay had retrieved a condom and tossed it his way, and when he realized Jake was spacing out, he sat up.
“Lie back down. I’ll handle it.”
Jake just nodded, tearing at the foil and getting the condom on his dick. Jay practically manhandled him on his back as soon as he was done and then he was climbing on top of Jake, taking his cock with one hand jesus fucking christ—
“Fuck yeah,” Jay moaned, sitting down on him slowly, one palm braced on Jake’s stomach. Jake moaned in turn because his roommate was so tight. So fucking tight it was nearly painful but it felt wonderful at the same time he could cry. “Shit, shit.”
“Jay,” Jake breathed out, overwhelmed. He didn’t know where to put his hands so he gripped the bedding on his either side and watched his cock impale his roommate. “Jay, Jay.”
Jay only looked up at him as soon as he was seated on his cock, their gazes meeting, and he was breathing so hard. He then placed both his palms on Jake’s stomach before he finally started moving, slowly at first—Jake groaned, couldn’t help it, as he reached for and grasped Jay’s hips, his waist.
Fuck, it felt amazing.
“If you want to imagine a girl, close your eyes,” Jay told him, his own eyelids fluttering. He was moaning loudly, again the sounds he was making pleased. “You don’t have to think it’s me.”
But Jake couldn’t imagine a girl or anyone else other than Jay, not when he was moving on top of him more eagerly, his mouth gaping open, so loud. He looked gone, lost in his pleasure, and he was even smiling a bit. Fuck. Jake grasped his hips tighter and started thrusting up, couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
He wanted to feel good, too.
“Shit, like that,” Jay pleaded, his grip now on Jake’s arms as they started moving together. His eyes were closed so he wasn’t aware Jake was watching his face and where they were joined closely. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Jake did. He pulled Jay down with each thrust and it allowed him to push his cock even deeper inside him. For a while, all the sounds in the room was Jay’s moans, Jake’s own heavy breaths and the groans he couldn’t quite help himself from making, and how wet their fucking was. The squelch of it combined with the slap of skin against sweaty skin, it was dirty, obscene, and it made Jake’s head spin with so much lust.
It was so filthy. It was so fucking good.
“I’m coming,” Jay murmured after a while, reaching for his own cock. He started jerking off desperately and he looked so out of control, so debauched, not how cool he usually presented himself to others. At the moment he was a complete and utter mess, bouncing on Jake’s cock, chasing after his release— “Jake!”
That was his own undoing, hearing Jay call out his name as he came in spurts over Jake’s stomach. With a final thrust, Jake rolled his hips as he came himself, scratching and clawing at Jay’s waist, his hips, to keep him where he was so that they could be joined as tightly as possible while he pulsed and released inside him.
He came a little more quietly except his breaths were abysmal, lungs hurting, like he’d run for hours and could only stop now. He was sweating like he’d never had before—Jake could feel how damp the bed sheets behind him were—and he opened his eyes only when he felt Jay collapse on top of him.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, just tried to catch their breaths, and all the while Jake wondered how the fuck they ended up like this only to realize it was him. This was all his doing but…
Yeah, he was still high with pleasure and not one part of him regretted this.
Not yet.
“Jay? You ok?”
Jay was boneless on top of him, grunting a bit at his question, only to roll off after a beat. Jake winced as his cock slipped out of his roommate’s ass but he was going to worry about the condom later. They were already lying in a sticky mess as it was.
“Yeah, I’m ok,” Jay muttered after a few seconds, his back turned. “Give me a moment.”
Jake made a sound, an acknowledgement of some sort, until eventually, he heard Jay snoring quietly. The fuck? Had he fallen asleep?
“Jay?”
He peered around him to find that yes, cum-stained and sweaty as they were, Jay had managed to fall asleep. Jake couldn’t help but laugh a bit, couldn’t even find it in himself to get annoyed or awkward because the hell?
“Hey. We have to get cleaned up. Look at all this. Jay! Wake up!”
He poked and prodded Jay’s waist, his stomach, but it took about ten minutes before he finally moved and both of them sat up, stood up, and went to the bathroom together. They didn’t talk, only cleaned up, and it was Jay who stepped out first.
When Jake walked back to Jay’s bedroom, his roommate was already wearing his boxers and was replacing the bed sheets. He looked up and their gazes met but Jake wasn’t sure what to say because, well… fucking each other hadn’t been part of the plan.
Thankfully, Jay took over, grabbing Jake’s shorts and boxers for him and tossing them his way. He caught them midair.
“Let’s not make it weird, yeah?”
Jay was smiling but it was unsure, a little sheepish, but he was right. No reason to make it weird… right?
“I’m not opposed to doing this again,” Jake found himself saying, dropping his gaze as he got dressed. He looked up when he heard Jay stop moving. “If… you want to.”
“Really?”
Jay looked surprised and a bit wary but Jake just shrugged. Stayed standing where he was.
“Yeah, really. If it’s going to be this good… yeah. Wanna go through your list with my help?”
Jay laughed.
“You’re serious? You’ll help me with my list… everything in it?”
Jake couldn’t help but laugh himself, and just like that, things weren’t too awkward. He walked over and started doing the other side of the bed sheets, fitting it onto the mattress. Jay resumed what he was doing on his side.
“I am. If I’m not comfortable with anything, I’ll tell you. But are you comfortable? With me? With us doing something like this again?”
Jay actually grinned this time.
“Are you kidding me? Did I look like I wasn’t comfortable while I was riding your dick?”
Jake picked up one of the pillows and threw it at Jay, feeling his cheeks flush a little bit. At the same time, it was a stroke to his ego that his roommate had enjoyed himself and what they’d done never mind his participation was limited to Jay using his cock.
“Shut up.”
Though Jake had one concern now that he was thinking about it…
“Wait, what else is on the list? I stopped reading at urethral sounding.”
At his question, Jay’s grin turned into a smirk.
“Oh man… you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Jakey. But we’ll take care of that.”