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Everyone on campus knew Fourth.
Not because he was loud, or a star athlete, or the kind of guy who always had to be the centre of attention. No, Fourth was the kind of person who didn’t even need to try. He walked into a room and people noticed him. Broad, muscular, with a smile that could charm anyone within seconds. Girls whispered about him, boys joked about him, and his name floated through the halls in the same sentence as “fuckboy” or “whore” or “legend.”
And, well, he was all of those things.
His reputation wasn’t exaggerated. Fourth had made it a point to never sleep with the same girl twice. It wasn’t out of cruelty. In fact, he was painfully honest about it. Every girl who ended up in his bed got the same disclaimer: This is just for tonight. You’ll have fun, I’ll take care of you, but you won’t see me again like this. Somehow, that didn’t stop them. If anything, it made them want him more.
And he was good at it. Gentlemanly, respectful, never the type to leave someone feeling used. He made sure they came, made sure they left satisfied. He was a whore, yes, but not an asshole.
Which only made it worse. Because once you got Fourth, you couldn’t hate him afterwards.
Gemini despised all of it.
Not Fourth himself - Gemini had known him since middle school, back before the muscles and the sleeping around, when Fourth was just the annoying boy in the back of the classroom who copied Gemini’s homework every day. They’d been friends for years, close enough that Gemini saw through the charm, the ego. Fourth wasn’t an asshole. He was just….Fourth.
But Gemini hated the circus around him. The girls giggling when Fourth walked into the cafeteria, the way his dorm neighbours bragged about hearing him through the paper thin walls, the constant stories about that one night with Fourth. It grated on him.
Gemini was the opposite of Fourth in almost every way. Tall, lanky, boba eyed, with bunny teeth that made him look too soft for his own good. While Fourth thrived on social attention, Gemini was happiest tucked away in his room, laptop balanced on his knees, surrounded by empty coffee cups. His friends were few, his standards impossibly high. He hadn’t slept with anyone in years, and the first and last time he did, it had been awkward, rushed and forgettable.
Fourth, ever the helpful best friend, had tried to fix this many times. He set Gemini up with teammates, with classmates, with guys from other faculties. Every single attempt failed spectacularly.
Gemini always found something wrong. Too dumb, too sweaty, too shallow. They didn’t know how to talk about films, didn’t understand his humour, or just simply gave him the ick.
“You’re hopeless, bro.” Fourth would tease, throwing an arm around him after another failed attempt. “And you’re gonna be forever alone if you don’t lower your stupidly high standards. This guy was actually pretty nice.”
Gemini would just roll his eyes. “Oh please, he was a complete twat.”
“Oh please, you’re just being a diva or whatever you gay people say.” Fourth would shoot back.
It was always like this, an old rhythm, one they got used to after all the years spent together.
But lately, Fourth had started spiralling.
There were only so many campuses, only so many parties, only so many girls. Somewhere along the line, he’d realized he’d already slept his way through most of them. Each new conquest felt the same - same moans, same goodbyes, same emptiness when it was over.
For the first time, Fourth wondered: what now?
And it unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.
It started with an empty beer can and Fourth sighing way too loudly.
Gemini glanced at him from the other side of the couch. Fourth was sprawled like he owned the entire living room, legs wide, one arm flung over the backrest, and everything about him screamed confident - except for the way he groaned like his life was ending.
“What’s with you?” Gemini asked, not looking up from his phone screen.
Fourth dragged his hand over his face. “I think I’ve run out of girls.”
Gemini blinked. “Congratulations?”
“No, dude, like....seriously.” Fourth sat up, leaning forward, his expression earnest in a way that caught Gemini off guard. “I’ve been to every party, every dorm, every campus event. I’ve….done them all. Or at least, the ones worth doing.” He paused, squinting. “And it’s just….so fucking boring now.”
Gemini set his phone down, fighting a smile. “Tragic, truly. Thoughts and prayers.”
Fourth ignored him, grabbing another beer can from the floor and cracking it open. “I’m serious, man. What am I supposed to do now? It’s like, y’know, my whole thing.”
Gemini rolled his eyes. “Maybe try a hobby?”
“Gem, you don’t get it. This is a hobby.”
Gemini snorted, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”
They sat in silence for a while, the hum of Fourth’s old dorm fridge filling the gap. Gemini sipped his beer, Fourth sipped his.
“What do you usually do when you’re not feeling well?” Fourth asked suddenly, turning to look at him.
Gemini hesitated. “Uh, I don’t know. Sleep? Watch anime? Eat something good?”
Fourth nodded thoughtfully, then said, dead serious, “I get my dick sucked.”
Gemini choked on his beer. “Jesus Christ, Fourth.”
“What?” Fourth threw his hands up. “It works! You should try it.”
“Yeah, I’ll just….go outside and ask the first guy I see, huh?”
Fourth raised his brows, tilting his head. “Right, you’re still picky as fuck.”
Gemini just gave him a flat look in response.
Fourth sighed, shifting on the couch. His gaze turned to Gemini, analysing, thinking. And then....
“Dude, if I weren’t straight, I’d totally let you suck my dick.”
Gemini rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the heat that rushed to his face. He forced a laugh. “Haha, yeah. And if you weren’t straight, I’d totally suck your dick too.”
Silence.
Gemini’s words hung in the air longer than they should have. Fourth blinked at him, the corner of his mouth twitching, like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or not.
“….Wait,” Fourth said slowly, leaning closer. “You would?”
Gemini shifted uncomfortably. “Fuck off, man. It was a joke.”
“No, no, no. Don’t backtrack now.” Fourth set his beer down, pointing at him. “Would you? Like….do I meet your standards, Gem?”
Gemini’s ears went red. He tried to play it off, shrugging. “Well, you’re not ugly.”
“Not ugly?” Fourth barked a laugh. “That’s all I get after years of friendship? Damn, bro.”
Gemini groaned, covering his face with his hand. “I hate you.”
But Fourth was still watching him, something new sparking in his eyes. It wasn’t teasing, just....curious, testing the waters.
Gemini wanted to disappear into the couch. He could feel Fourth’s eyes on him.
“….You didn’t answer my question,” Fourth said at last.
Gemini froze. “What question?”
“Do I meet your standards?” Fourth leaned back, smirk tugging at his lips. “Or am I just another smelly idiot?”
Gemini groaned. “God, you remember everything I say, don’t you?”
“Only the important stuff.” Fourth stretched, his shirt riding up just enough to show the cut of his abs. He did it unconsciously, Gemini was sure, but that didn’t make it easier to ignore. “So? Yes or no?”
Gemini picked at his nails, his chest felt tight. “You’re….different.”
Fourth raised his brows. “Different how?”
“You’re not an idiot,” Gemini muttered.
That made Fourth grin. “So I’m special.”
Gemini groaned again, slumping into the cushions. “You’re so annoying, Fourth.”
But Fourth wasn’t letting it go. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, closing the space between them. “So you’d suck my dick,” he said, voice low, like he was just confirming it now.
Gemini’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “Fourth-”
“I’m just asking.”
“You’re drunk.”
“So are you.”
Gemini’s pulse thudded in his ears. He couldn’t tell if Fourth was joking anymore. The smirk was still there, but his eyes were serious. There was a flicker of something else too, hunger, maybe.
“You’re not straight,” Gemini blurted before he could stop himself.
Fourth blinked. “Excuse me?”
“No straight guy talks like this.”
Fourth laughed, throwing his head back. “Oh, come on. It’s just jokes.”
“Then why do you care so much about my answer?”
That shut him up. For the first time all night, Fourth looked caught. He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for something to say, but nothing came.
Gemini swallowed hard, the weight of the silence pressing down on him. His throat was dry, his palms damp. He wanted to change the subject, to laugh it off, to escape.
Instead, he heard himself whisper, “Yes.”
Fourth stilled. “Yes what?”
“Yes, you meet my standards.”
It was barely audible, but in the quiet of the room, it sounded deafening.
The grin that spread across Fourth’s face was slow, dangerous. He leaned closer until Gemini could feel his breath against his cheek. “So you would suck my dick.”
Gemini should’ve said no. He should’ve shoved Fourth away and ended it there. But the beer had loosened his tongue, his brain malfunctioning.
“.…Yeah,” Gemini whispered.
Fourth inhaled sharply, like he didn’t expect him to actually admit it. For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Fourth muttered, almost to himself, “Holy shit.”
His hand drifted to his thigh, restless, like he didn’t know what to do with the sudden weight between them. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You’re being serious, aren’t you?”
Gemini didn’t answer. His silence said enough.
Fourth’s laugh grew shaky. “Damn. You’d really do it.” He bit his lip, looking Gemini up and down like he was seeing him for the first time. “Fuck….I shouldn’t be thinking about this.”
But he was thinking about it. And Gemini could tell. He could see the way Fourth shifted, the way his jaw tightened, the way his gaze flickered down and then back up.
Fourth was still laughing softly to himself, that shaky, disbelieving laugh of someone trying to play it cool while every nerve in his body burned.
“Fuck,” he muttered again, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I can’t believe you’d really-”
“Fourth.” Gemini’s voice cracked, not from nerves but from need. “Stop talking, please.”
Fourth froze. Gemini wasn’t looking at him anymore, his gaze had dropped lower. The air between them shifted.
“….You wanna?” Fourth asked after a long pause, voice rough.
Gemini nodded shyly, like if he said the words out loud he might combust.
Fourth blinked, then leaned back against the couch cushions, stretching his legs apart slowly. He raised his brows, smirk tugging at his lips again, but this time it wasn’t cocky. It was nervous, almost shy.
“Come on, then.”
Gemini stared at him. He couldn’t believe Fourth had actually said it. But then he was moving, slipping off the couch, dropping to his knees before his brain caught up with his body.
Fourth sucked in a sharp breath. “Holy shit, bro-“
“Shut up.” Gemini’s voice was muffled as his hands fumbled with Fourth’s sweatpants.
“Okay, okay....fuck.” Fourth lifted his hips just enough for Gemini to tug the waistband down.
His thick cock sprang free, flushed and already almost half-hard. Gemini’s throat went dry.
“Gem, I-”
Gemini didn’t let him finish. He wrapped a hand around the base, leaned in, and licked a long stripe up the underside.
Fourth’s curse came out strangled. “Jesus, fuck....”
Gemini took him into his mouth in one go, lips stretching around the girth. Fourth’s cock wasn’t the longest, but it was thick, heavy on his tongue. His eyes watered instantly as he pushed down, trying to take as much as he could.
Fourth’s hand flew to his hair. “Fuck, Gemini, holy shit, dude-” He groaned, head tipping back against the couch. His fingers fisted in the messy curls, not pushing, not pulling, just holding on.
Gemini gagged quietly as the blunt head hit the back of his throat, but the sound only made Fourth’s hips jerk. “Oh my god.” His thighs trembled. “You’re, fuck, you’re actually good at this.”
He wasn’t, not really. His technique was messy, all spit and desperation, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in hunger. Every time he pulled back, his lips were redder, shinier, saliva stringing from his swollen mouth to Fourth’s cock.
Gemini moaned low in his throat, sending vibrations up the shaft. Fourth nearly exploded. “Don’t do that, fuck, don’t-” He bit down on his fist to stifle a noise that sounded dangerously close to a whine.
Gemini looked up then, eyes blown wide, lips stretched obscenely around him. The sight alone nearly undid Fourth.
“Fucking hell,” Fourth gasped, tugging at his hair. “Don’t look at me like that, bro....fuck.”
Gemini hummed around him, smug in the way only a best friend could be, and Fourth choked on his own breath. His thighs spread wider, hips twitching up against Gemini’s mouth.
It was too much, too fast. His cock was throbbing, wet with Gemini’s spit, and Gemini wasn’t letting up. He continued gagging on it, moaning and swallowing him down like he was starving. Fourth’s brain scrambled.
“Shit, shit-wait, I’m....” He pulled Gemini’s head off suddenly, chest heaving.
Gemini’s lips were wrecked, red and glossy, spit smeared down his chin. He was still stroking Fourth’s cock lazily, mouth hovering like he’d dive back in if given half the chance.
Fourth stared at him, panting, caught between disbelief and the dizzy edge of orgasm. “Fuck, dude,” he rasped. “I was about to-”
He cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair. He should’ve ended it right there and then. Should’ve laughed it off, tucked his dick back into his pants, pretended it never happened. But his cock throbbed in Gemini’s hand and the words that tumbled out next were pure stupidity.
“Do you think maybe we could....fuck?”
Gemini’s answer came instantly, breathless and sure. “Yeah.” He nodded furiously.
For a while after Gemini’s “yeah,” neither of them moved. The cheap dorm fan rattled in the corner, the beer buzzed in their blood.
Fourth blinked. “….Wait. Really?”
Gemini, still on his knees between Fourth’s legs, gave him a look that was equal parts defiant and terrified. “Don’t make me say it twice.”
Fourth huffed a laugh, scratching at the back of his neck. His cock twitched in Gemini’s fist like it had already made the decision for him. “Shit. Okay, uh....bed?”
Gemini swallowed, throat dry, then pushed himself to his feet. He offered Fourth a hand, as if they were about to do a group presentation instead of walk across the room to have sex. Fourth took it.
The walk to the bedroom felt ridiculous. Fourth tried to act casual, but his sweatpants were still shoved down around his thighs, cock bouncing heavily as he shuffled. Gemini’s eyes kept flicking down before he forced himself to look away.
When they got to the bed, they both froze again.
“So, uhmm,” Fourth started, gesturing vaguely at Gemini’s clothes.
Gemini flushed, cheeks hot. “Right. Yeah.” He tugged his t-shirt over his head, folding it automatically before realizing how absurd that was. His jeans followed, clumsy fingers fumbling at the button.
Fourth sat down heavily on the mattress, watching with parted lips. “Man, this is-fuck, this is weird, right?”
Gemini kicked his jeans off, his underwear followed soon after. “You want to stop?” He said in a small voice.
Fourth shook his head fast. “No. God, no. Just....yeah. Fucking weird. But good weird.”
Gemini climbed onto the bed, laying back against the pillows, legs spread wide. His chest rose and fell quickly, nervous energy bleeding through, but his eyes stayed locked on Fourth.
“Shit, Jesus, oof,” Fourth muttered, scrubbing his face with both hands before reaching for the drawer in his nightstand. He pulled out a half-empty box of condoms and a bottle of lube, setting them down on the mattress. He glanced at Gemini, trying to keep his voice light. “Guess we’re really doing this, huh?”
Gemini nodded, biting his lip. “Guess so.”
Fourth cleared his throat, grabbing the lube with a shaky laugh. “Okay, uh. I’ve done this before. Not with a guy, but, y’know, with girls. So….”
“You’ll need more prep,” Gemini said softly, quietly, cheeks pink. “I haven’t....well, it’s been a while.”
Fourth’s expression softened, some of the cocky facade slipping. “Alright.” He crawled onto the bed between Gemini’s knees, the mattress dipping under his weight. Their faces were close enough that Fourth could see every nervous flicker in Gemini’s wide, dark eyes.
“Gem,” Fourth said, voice low and serious. “If it’s too much, just tell me. We’ll stop. No weird shit after, I swear.”
Gemini nodded again, swallowing. “I trust you.”
And fuck if those words didn’t make Fourth’s chest ache.
He popped the cap of the lube, slicking up his fingers, and glanced down at Gemini’s open body waiting for him. His throat went tight, nerves and want tangling together.
“Okay,” he muttered to himself. “Here it goes.”
Fourth sat back on his heels between Gemini’s spread legs, slick fingers hovering uncertainly like he’d forgotten how hands worked.
Gemini stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, every muscle taut with expectation. His thighs trembled just from being exposed like this.
Fourth swallowed. “Do I just….y’know?” He made a vague poking motion that would’ve been funny if the air wasn’t so suffocatingly charged.
Gemini let out a shaky laugh that died almost instantly. “You’re supposed to be the experienced one.”
“Not with guys!” Fourth hissed back, a bit too defensive. His ears went pink. “I mean, yeah. But this is different, right?”
Gemini turned his head to look at him, eyes big and glassy. “Not as different as you think.” His voice was soft, almost reassuring, though his heart was hammering so hard it felt like it might crack his ribcage open.
Fourth let out a breath, muttering under his breath. “Okay, Nattawat. Don’t fuck this up.” He pressed his slick index finger against Gemini’s entrance, slow and cautious.
Gemini sucked in a sharp breath, whole body jerking. Fourth froze instantly, wide-eyed. “Too much?”
Gemini shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “No. Just....cold.”
“Okay.” Fourth’s voice was barely above a whisper. He pressed in again, more gently this time, until the tip slid inside. His jaw dropped a little, like he hadn’t expected it to feel like that.
“Holy shit.”
Gemini let out a strained laugh. “What now?”
“You’re, fuck, you’re so warm.” Fourth blinked down at his own hand like he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. “And tight. Like, crazy tight.”
The pink on Gemini’s cheeks turned into burning red. He turned his head to hide his face against the pillow. “Don’t narrate it, idiot.”
“Sorry, bro,” Fourth muttered, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. His finger sank deeper, inch by cautious inch. He tried to breathe normally, but every tiny flutter of Gemini’s body around him made it harder.
Gemini let out a small noise, biting his lip so hard he thought it might bleed.
Fourth froze again. “What? Was that bad?”
Gemini forced his eyes open, meeting Fourth’s frantic stare. “Good, really good. Keep going.”
Fourth swallowed hard, relief washing over his face. He moved his finger slowly, curling it upwards. The reaction was immediate. Gemini’s back arched, a loud, broken sound tearing out of him.
Fourth’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck? Did I hurt you?”
“No!” Gemini almost shouted, cheeks blazing. “You-fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop, Fourth.”
Fourth blinked rapidly, staring down at Gemini. Then he tried again, slowly, curling his finger just so. And there it was - that desperate cry, Gemini’s thighs clamping down around his arm, his whole body shuddering.
“Holy shit,” Fourth breathed. “That’s it, huh? That’s your spot.”
Gemini covered his face with both hands, mortified, but nodded anyway, muffling a whimper into his palms.
Fourth stared, breathless, before muttering, “Dude, you’re like, losing your mind on just one finger. What’s gonna happen when I....” He bit his lip, the implication hanging heavy in the air.
Gemini peeked through his fingers, flushed and wrecked, and whispered, “Then hurry up so you can find out.”
The words landed like a strike of lightning. Fourth’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his second finger pressing hesitantly at Gemini’s rim, slippery with lube, but he didn’t push in yet. He kept glancing up, as if asking for permission with his eyes.
Gemini’s breath caught. He wanted to scream yes, fucking do it already, but instead, he forced himself to nod, small and nervous, because the anticipation was making his head swim.
Fourth exhaled, muttering, “Okay, okay,” and eased the second finger in alongside the first.
Gemini’s body jolted, a gasp ripping out of him. His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white. “Fourth, nghnn, fuck.”
Fourth froze, halfway in, face twisted in panic. “Shit, is it too much? Am I-”
Gemini shook his head wildly, pupils blown. “It’s-it’s good, just fucking....stop asking and keep going.”
The words spilled out so raw that Fourth actually flushed, ears turning red. He swallowed again, trying to steady his hand as he pushed in deeper, spreading his fingers apart, stretching Gemini open.
“My god,” Fourth muttered under his breath, more to himself than anything. “You’re so tight around me. Can barely move.”
He pushed deeper, awkward at first, then firmer. Gemini’s entire body arched off the mattress with a strangled moan. His head tipped back, exposing the pale line of his throat. His cock twitched, leaking against his stomach without being touched.
“Fuck,” Fourth whispered, awestruck. “That’s crazy, that’s fucking crazy.”
Gemini’s thighs were shaking, threatening to close around Fourth’s hand, but Fourth pushed them back down with his free arm, steadying him. “Hey, hey, don’t squeeze me out,” Fourth said, voice shaky with laughter he was trying to suppress. “I’m trying to do something here.”
Gemini buried his face in his forearm, muffling another desperate noise. “You’re doing more than fine.”
That sent a strange shiver down Fourth’s spine. Praise, gratitude, need - all directed at him. His chest tightened, but he ignored it, focusing instead on moving his fingers just right.
He hit that spot again. Gemini’s reaction was instant, like electricity sparking through his body. His toes curled, his hips lifted off the bed, and he let out a broken sob that made Fourth’s cock throb almost painfully.
“Holy shit.” Fourth’s voice cracked, half in disbelief. “That was me, I did that.”
Gemini whimpered, turning his head to glare weakly through the haze. “Don’t sound so surprised, dumbass.”
“I just....” Fourth laughed breathlessly, pushing his fingers in deeper, rubbing right where he knew Gemini needed it. “I’ve never seen anyone react like this before.”
“You’ve never fucked a guy before,” Gemini shot back, voice trembling and full of desperation.
Fourth just rolled his eyes, pressing in, fingers moving in and out until Gemini’s legs were shaking violently around his hips.
“Fourth, Fourth, fuck.” Gemini’s cries tumbled out freely now, barely coherent, loud sounds that went straight to Fourth’s dick.
Fourth leaned over him, close enough that his breath fanned Gemini’s ear, and murmured, “Feels that good, huh? Just my fingers?”
Gemini’s eyes squeezed shut. He nodded frantically, sweat beading at his hairline.
“Shit,” Fourth muttered, biting his lip, his fingers still working inside him. “And you want my cock after this? You’re insane, Gemini.”
Gemini’s answer came out broken, wrecked. “Please.”
Fourth groaned, pressing his forehead briefly to Gemini’s thigh, overwhelmed. His fingers kept moving, stretching. He couldn’t stop himself now, not when Gemini was falling apart like this under his hand.
Fourth pulled out, slicking up his fingers again even though the last layer of lube hadn’t worn off yet. His hand hovered, eyes flicking up to Gemini’s face.
“You think you can handle more?” His voice was rough, uncertain. “Or do you wanna stay like this a bit longer?”
Gemini’s lashes fluttered. His chest rose and fell fast, soft hair sticking to his forehead. He could barely breathe, but his answer came quickly, needy. “More, please.”
Something in Fourth’s gut twisted.
“Okay,” he whispered, sliding his two fingers out, just enough to add a third alongside them. His other hand held Gemini’s thigh steady, firm against his trembling.
The stretch was immediate. Gemini’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, his hands flying to clutch the sheets at his sides.
“Easy, easy,” Fourth murmured, his own brows furrowed. He moved excruciatingly slow, easing the third finger in millimetre by millimetre.
Gemini’s eyes squeezed shut, his breath coming in stuttered gasps. “Fuck, Fourth, oh my god.”
“You okay, man?” Fourth’s voice cracked. He stilled instantly, waiting.
Gemini nodded against the pillow, too frantic to speak, then finally forced words out between panting breaths. “’M so full. So good. Don’t stop. Don’t-”
Fourth swallowed hard, forcing his hand to keep moving, to bury that third finger all the way inside until his knuckles brushed against Gemini’s skin.
“Gem, you’re,” Fourth muttered, watching the way Gemini writhed, the way his stomach muscles tightened. “you’re taking me so well.”
He started to move faster then, small thrusts, three fingers stretching Gemini’s hole wide. The sounds were filthy, slick and wet and needy.
Gemini was losing it. His head fell back, throat bared, a broken sob tearing from his chest. His cock slapped against his belly, leaking precum across his skin. He wasn’t even being touched there, and still he looked wrecked, undone. His moans grew louder every second, pathetic wails leaving his swollen lips with every thrust of Fourth’s fingers.
“Look at you,” Fourth whispered, almost in awe. “So loud.”
Gemini’s eyes cracked open, glazed and wet. He met Fourth’s gaze through the blur of tears and managed to let out a wrecked little laugh. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
Fourth’s jaw clenched. “I can see what I’m doing to you.” His voice dropped. He curled his fingers up again, deliberately pressing against Gemini’s prostate.
Gemini screamed. A full, desperate, raw sound filled the small room. His thighs clamped tight, his chest up in the air, and he came dangerously close to crying.
Fourth couldn’t stop staring. He’d fingered plenty of girls before, knew what it looked like when someone came apart under his touch. But this, this felt different.
Gemini wasn’t just squirming, he was unravelling. His body was jerking on the bed, his honey skin glistening with sweat, thighs quivering helplessly. His lips trembled as he tried to form words that just wouldn’t come. And his moans....
“You’re unreal,” Fourth whispered. His throat felt dry. “I’ve never seen anyone like this. Fuck, Gemini, you’re just….”
Gemini whimpered at the sound of his name, his watery eyes flicking up to meet Fourth’s. “I’m close, Fourth. Keep going, please.”
Fourth wanted to. He wanted to keep watching, to see if Gemini could come just from his fingers, to see how many times he could pull that desperate cry from him. His own cock throbbed at the thought of wringing every last ounce of pleasure out of him with nothing but his hand.
But then, Gemini sobbed, high and broken, tears spilling down his temples, and something inside Fourth snapped.
He pulled his fingers out, slick and shaking, earning another wounded sound from Gemini’s throat.
“No!” Gemini gasped, hips lifting off the mattress in a frantic search for the stretch that had just disappeared. “No, no, please, no....”
“Shh.” Fourth’s voice was rough, but gentle. He wiped his slick fingers against his thigh without looking away from Gemini’s face. “I got you, man, okay? Just, just give me a second.”
Gemini blinked up at him, doe-eyed, breathless, his whole body trembling with need.
Fourth’s hands fumbled for the condom on the nightstand. His brain screamed at him to calm down, to think, to breathe. But all he could see was Gemini spread out beneath him, ruined and begging, and all he could feel was the desperate, aching pulse in his own cock.
He tore the wrapper open with his teeth, his hands shaking as he rolled the condom down. He slicked himself up with a ridiculous amount of lube, his breath catching at the first cool slide against his burning skin.
When he looked back down, Gemini was still waiting, thighs spread, eyes glassy and pleading.
“….You sure?” Fourth asked, voice raw, half-hoping Gemini would take it back so he wouldn’t have to face how much he wanted it too.
But Gemini nodded, so fast it was almost frantic. “Please, Fourth. Please, give it to me.”
Fourth lined himself up, his slick cock nudging against Gemini’s fluttering hole. His palms braced on Gemini’s thighs, spreading him wider, steadying him. He tried to breathe, but his lungs refused to work properly.
Gemini’s chest rose and fell in fast, shallow breaths, lips trembling as he tried to stay still. “Fourth,” he whispered, so soft it was almost broken.
“Yeah,” Fourth croaked back, his voice cracked and hoarse. “I know, I know.”
He pressed forward slowly. The tip of his cock caught onto Gemini’s rim for a moment. He gasped out a sharp, choked sound that made Fourth almost pull back immediately.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Fourth started, panic flickering across his face.
But Gemini shook his head, hair falling into his eyes. “No, no. Don’t stop. Just, just go slow.”
So Fourth did. He pushed a little further, breath caught in his throat as Gemini’s body stretched around him, hot and impossibly tight. Inch by inch, the thick head disappeared inside. Gemini’s hands twisted in the sheets, knuckles white, his eyes squeezed shut.
Fourth froze halfway in, his entire body trembling. “You okay?”
Gemini’s reply came out ragged. “Y-yeah. Yeah, just….”
Fourth swallowed, tried to steady himself. He lifted one of Gemini’s legs higher, draping it over his shoulder, and the angle shifted. Gemini’s back arched off the bed instantly, his cry echoing off the dorm room walls.
“Ahhhh, Fourth!” The scream ripped out of him, raw, loud enough that Fourth immediately slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Jesus, Gem. Are you trying to get me arrested? My neighbours-“ He didn’t even finish the sentence before Gemini bit into his palm, thrashing under him, moaning into his hand like he was dying.
The sounds tore through Fourth like fire. His hips jerked forward without permission, burying himself another inch deeper.
Gemini’s nails dug into the sheets, his head tipping back against the pillow. He looked wrecked already, hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted, throat working as he tried to breathe through it.
“You’re so....” Fourth’s words broke off in a grunt, his jaw clenched. “So fucking warm, Gemini. Fuck.”
The pressure around him was insane, squeezing him in pulses that made it almost impossible to hold still. He stayed frozen anyway, desperate not to hurt him.
Gemini whimpered, thighs trembling against Fourth’s ribs.
Fourth shut his eyes tight, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he gave the tiniest push forward. He was almost all the way in now, the thickness of him stretching Gemini so wide that Fourth could feel every twitch and clench around his cock.
And then, finally, he bottomed out. His hips pressed flush against Gemini’s ass, Gemini’s leg still hooked over his shoulder.
They both just stayed there for a moment, panting, staring at each other with wide, stunned eyes.
“Holy shit,” Fourth whispered, voice wrecked. His forehead dropped to Gemini’s shin, pressing there like he needed the grounding. “You feel unreal.”
Gemini let out a strangled laugh that immediately broke into a moan.
Fourth stayed buried to the hilt, their bodies locked together. His fingers flexed on Gemini’s thigh, not sure if he was holding him open or holding himself back.
“Fuck,” he whispered again, like the word had slipped loose without his permission. His cock jerked inside Gemini, the heat and tightness almost unbearable.
Gemini squirmed, a sharp whimper escaping him. “Fourth, move.”
Fourth blinked, throat dry. “You sure?”
Gemini nodded, quick and desperate. His eyes fluttered shut, lashes clumping with tears.
Fourth inhaled sharply, then eased his hips back just a little, dragging himself through the suffocating grip of Gemini’s body.
Gemini moaned, loud. His voice cracked on it, and his whole body jerked, thighs quivering. “Oh my god!”
The sound shot straight through Fourth’s spine, made his arms shake with the effort not to just slam back in. He forced himself to go slow, pushed forward again until he was buried deep again.
Gemini’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back for a second. “F-fuck.”
Fourth’s jaw locked. He did it again, another shallow thrust, barely pulling out before sinking back in. He was trying to be careful, but Gemini’s noises were killing him, tearing through his control like paper.
“You’re so tight,” Fourth groaned quietly. His hips rocked forward again, a little harder this time. “You’re choking me out, bro.”
Gemini gave a half-sob, half-laugh, tears welling in his eyes. “Stop fucking calling me that.”
“Sorry, Gem.”
He pulled back further this time, nearly to the tip, then slid back in slower than before, dragging it out until Gemini was keening, fists tangling in the sheets.
Gemini’s head whipped to the side, his teeth sinking into his forearm to muffle a cry. His leg slipped further onto Fourth’s shoulder, hooking tight. He arched his back, trying to meet Fourth’s slow, shallow thrusts.
Fourth cursed under his breath, hands clutching at Gemini’s hips now, holding him down. He gave another slow stroke, hips rolling deeper, grinding at the end just to feel the twitch of Gemini’s walls.
Gemini whimpered brokenly. “Fourth, stop teasing....please- I can’t.”
Fourth lifted his head finally, sweat dripping from his temples, eyes wild as they locked onto Gemini’s. “You think I’m teasing? Gemini, I’m just trying not to lose my shit.”
Gemini’s breath hitched, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, trembling, bodies locked together.
Then Fourth’s hips snapped forward, harder than before. The sound it tore out of Gemini, a raw, startled moan, sent fire down Fourth’s spine.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking loud,” Fourth gasped, gripping tighter. He pushed in again, a little deeper, a little faster, observing.
And Gemini shattered under every careful thrust, his voice climbing, his whole body trembling around Fourth’s cock like he’d never been touched before.
Fourth’s pace was maddening. He’d pull out almost all the way, the fat head of his dick stretching Gemini’s rim wide as it threatened to slip free, then sinking back in with a wet smack that knocked the breath right out of him and a groan that made Gemini’s skin prickle. Every thrust left Gemini’s hole clenching desperately around nothing for a second, only to be split open again. His cock was throbbing, leaking against his stomach, every nerve alight with frustration.
“Fourth,” Gemini whined, voice wrecked from how loud he was, “you’re killing me.”
Fourth smirked faintly, though his jaw was clenched tight. His whole body was strung up with tension, his abs flexing as he held himself back. “Nah, you’re fine.”
“I’m not!” Gemini shot back, eyes glassy. He could barely talk through the high-pitched screams he was making. His hands fisted the sheets, nails biting through the fabric. His leg slipped off Fourth’s shoulder for a second, but Fourth caught it, shoved it back up, pressing Gemini open wider.
“You sound fine to me,” Fourth said, trying hard to sound casual, but his voice cracked on the last word, hips stuttering deeper.
And then Fourth angled his hips just slightly and Gemini’s scream turned bloodcurdling, body jolting, his hole clamping down like a vice around Fourth’s cock.
“Holy shit,” Fourth groaned, breath ragged. “Here?” He rolled his hips experimentally, grinding against that spot, and Gemini yelped. His back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back, thighs shaking against Fourth’s shoulders. “Oh, fuck. That’s it, huh?”
Gemini nodded frantically, tears streaking down his temples. “There, there. Please, Fourth. Harder, fuck me harder. I....I can’t-” His voice cracked, his words tumbling over each other.
Fourth’s control crumbled, head spinning. He should’ve been telling Gemini to shut up before someone complained. The thought flashed through his fogged brain as he thrust forward hard and fast. Anyone could hear this, the whole dorm could hear Gemini screaming like he was being split in two. But fuck, it was hot, too hot. Fourth wanted him louder, wanted Gemini to scream until his voice broke completely, until there was nothing left but sobs and Fourth’s cock tearing him apart. His hands slipped from Gemini’s hips to his waist, fingers digging bruises into the tan skin, holding him still as he finally lost control of himself. He slammed forward properly, balls slapping against Gemini’s ass.
The bed shook with every thrust. Gemini was straight up howling now, voice breaking, cock smearing precum all over his tummy. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck, nghnnn.”
Gemini wrapped his legs tighter around Fourth’s shoulders, pulling him in deeper, closer, voice high and desperate.
Fourth groaned, head dropping forward, teeth gritted. He continued snapping forward, over and over, each thrust rougher than the last, chasing Gemini’s screams like an addict.
Gemini was incoherent now, babbling Fourth’s name, clawing at the sheets, tears running down his pretty face. His cock bounced untouched against his stomach, flushed pink. Fourth couldn’t stop watching him. The way his lips trembled, how his chest heaved, how his eyelashes fluttered. He was clinging to Fourth now, nails dragging down his biceps, leaving faint red trails that only made Fourth’s blood run hotter. Gemini’s thighs quivered on either side of Fourth’s shoulders, stretched so wide they ached, but he didn’t dare close them, not when Fourth was fucking him like this.
Fourth lost himself somewhere between Gemini’s begging and the way his hole gripped him like it was trying to milk him dry. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just knew he needed to keep driving his cock in and out of him, watching it vanish into Gemini’s slick heat and drag back out shiny and wet.
Gemini was gone, completely gone. His voice was wrecked, throat raw from the constant screaming, cracking around every sob, every cry that Fourth ripped out of him. “F-fourth, fuck, ah, more.”
“Fuck, Gemi,” Fourth choked, fucking in deep. “You’re screaming like I’m killing you.”
Gemini’s head thrashed side to side on the pillow, lips swollen, long legs trembling so hard Fourth could feel it.
“I’m close, Fourth, nghnnn.”
Fourth hissed through his teeth, fighting every instinct to just let go and pound into him mercilessly. His thrusts were deep, punishing, but still measured. He wanted to see how far Gemini could go, how much he could take. “Not yet.”
Gemini sniffled. He couldn’t stop clenching, couldn’t stop gasping, his body trying to force the orgasm out of him even as Fourth kept him hovering, dragging it out.
“Fuck, you feel like you’re about to snap in half under me,” Fourth groaned, voice rough, almost disbelieving. “You like this, huh?”
“Yes, oh my god, I can’t-“ Gemini’s voice hitched, tears welling at the corners of his eyes.
“You can,” Fourth snarled, leaning forward until their foreheads almost touched. He could see every twitch of Gemini’s lips, every flicker of his lashes. His sweat dripped onto Gemini’s body, hips slamming hard against his ass. “Taking me so well.”
Gemini wailed, high and raw, like he was being gutted. His body shook with every rough thrust against his prostate, nails clawing down Fourth’s shoulders.
“Louder, Gem.” Fourth choked out, mind clouded with pleasure. He was close, cock throbbing inside Gemini’s heat. He leaned back, staring down at where they were joined, Gemini’s rim red and swollen and stretched wide, swallowing Fourth’s cock greedily. The sight made his stomach twist.
Gemini let out a loud shriek, the sound bouncing off the walls. His cock still laid untouched and desperate on his stomach, jerking helplessly. “Fourth, Fourth, mhmm, Fourth.”
Fourth couldn’t maintain composure anymore, the way Gemini was screaming his name over and over again like a prayer made him snap. He wrapped his hand around Gemini’s cock, stroking it roughly, matching the pace of his thrusts.
A raw, broken sob left Gemini’s throat, his cock twitching violently in Fourth’s fist. He was so close, strung so tight he thought he might die.
And Fourth just kept going, thrusting into him relentlessly, steady, deep, his thick cock stretching Gemini open, dragging against his hot walls, filling him so completely Gemini’s mind was white noise.
Gemini clawed at him, desperate. “Fourth, let me come, please, let me come.” he begged, body trembling.
Fourth’s breath was ragged, his own orgasm pounding at the base of his spine, but he forced himself to hold on. He wanted to see Gemini fall apart, wanted to feel it. His voice dropped low, rough in Gemini’s ear.
“Then come for me, Gemini. Let go.”
“I’m coming, fuck, I’m-“ Gemini broke, his whole body convulsing, a scream ripping out of his chest. He came hard, hot cum splattering across his chest, streaking up to his throat. His body rocked with every snap of Fourth’s hips, every relentless push of his cock splitting him open. He clutched at the sheets, at Fourth’s shoulders, at anything he could get his hands on.
“Fuck, just a little more. Moan louder for me, Gem,” Fourth growled, sweat dripping from his hairline, voice frayed at the edges. “Let me hear you.”
Gemini’s whimpers climbed into outright screams, sharp and desperate, filling the small dorm room. His thighs shook against Fourth’s sides, his whole body overstimulated as Fourth continued fucking him through his orgasm.
And Fourth loved it. He couldn’t stop staring at him, couldn’t look away from Gemini’s flushed face and glistening eyes. He’d never seen him like this - his best friend, his quiet, awkward Gemini - ruined, screaming, split open on his cock.
They didn’t kiss. They couldn’t. That would be too much, too dangerous. Instead, they locked eyes, breathing each other’s air, staring so hard it felt like something raw and unspoken passed between them. And that was honestly more intimate than anything else they were doing, Fourth thought fleetingly, before another tight squeeze around his cock made him groan. Gemini was sobbing beneath him, cum dripping down his body.
“Oh shit, dude, ” Fourth’s voice cracked, his rhythm faltering as his orgasm barrelled through him. “I’m gonna come, gonna fill you up.” The words tumbled out, stupid and instinctive, as he buried himself deep, cock twitching, spilling into the condom with a shuddering groan.
But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, riding out the aftershocks, hand wrapping around Gemini’s still hard cock again, stroking him hard and fast.
Gemini’s head snapped forward, their eyes catching, his whole face collapsing into desperation. “Fourth, Fourth, Fourth.” he sobbed, and then he was coming again, hot and messy over Fourth’s fingers. His voice broke on Fourth’s name, loud and raw, echoing in the room.
Fourth milked him through it, slowing only when Gemini’s body started giving out, spent and oversensitive. He finally pulled out, the condom heavy and full, tossing it carelessly into the trash. He collapsed onto the bed beside Gemini, both of them drenched in sweat, panting hard, the silence between them thick but not uncomfortable.
They laid there like that, side by side, staring up at the ceiling, breathing syncing slowly. The room felt too small now.
Fourth flopped back, arm brushing against Gemini’s where they laid next to each other. He stared at the ceiling, chest still heaving, throat dry. He’d just fucked his best friend. Not a random girl he’d never see again. Not someone whose name he’d already planned to forget. His best friend, Gemini.
The sound of Gemini catching his breath filled the room, soft whimpers changing into uneven inhales. Fourth shifted a little, suddenly hyperaware of every place their bodies touched, the sticky brush of Gemini’s thigh against his, the faint smell of sweat and lube clinging to both their skin.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. What the hell could he say? Good job, bro? Thanks for letting me hit? Nothing fit. His words, so easy with everyone else, jammed up in his throat.
Gemini’s breathing finally steadied. He turned his head just enough to glance at Fourth, eyes still glassy, lips swollen red. For a moment, he didn’t say anything either. He just stared at him, like he was studying him, like he was trying to read the mess Fourth couldn’t untangle inside himself.
The silence dragged, heavy, suffocating. Fourth shifted again, cleared his throat, desperate for something to cut it.
And then, Gemini’s voice, quiet, hoarse from all the screaming, caught Fourth off guard.
“You ran out of girls to fuck,” Gemini murmured, turning back to the ceiling. “But I guess you can do boys now too, huh?”
The corner of Fourth’s mouth twitched, relief bubbling under the nerves. He barked out a low laugh, the knot in his chest loosening, rolling his head to the side to finally meet Gemini’s gaze again.
“Yeah,” he said, grinning crookedly. “Guess I can.”
The silence that followed wasn’t as heavy this time. Fourth’s eyes met Gemini’s again, and something unspoken passed between them, an acknowledgment, a spark, maybe even a promise.
On impulse, Fourth let his fingers drift just slightly, brushing the back of Gemini’s hand where it rested on the sheets. Not holding, not even really touching, just there. Gemini didn’t pull away.
They both turned their eyes back to the ceiling, pretending it hadn’t happened. Bros didn’t hold hands after fucking. But the heat in Fourth’s chest lingered, warm and steady, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like laughing it off.
Fourth tried. He really, really tried.
After that first time with Gemini, he told himself it had just been the beer, just a weird night, just two bros messing around. So, naturally, he went back to his usual ways, except this time he added boys into the rotation too. If he could fuck his best friend, he could fuck anyone. And he did.
A few different guys over the past weeks, new faces, new bodies. Fourth was open, generous, the same gentleman he was with girls. Kind before, kind after, clear about boundaries, clean and responsible.
But every time he zipped up after, every time he left someone’s dorm or hotel room, he walked away unsatisfied. Because none of them felt like Gemini.
They were all skilled, tight and enthusiastic. But no one cried the way Gemini did. No one let out those loud, desperate whimpers like Gemini did. No one’s eyes brimmed with tears when they were close like Gemini’s did. No one made Fourth feel that strange tug in his chest, that flicker of something more than lust. And worst of all, no one moaned his name like that.
After several disappointments, Fourth found himself sprawled on Gemini’s couch one evening, scrolling his phone with Gemini at his desk nearby, a bag of chips on his stomach and a pit of irritation in his gut. He tossed the empty bag onto the floor and groaned.
“Bro, I’m sad,” he muttered dramatically, rolling onto his side to look at Gemini. “Can you give me head again?”
Gemini froze mid-typing, his head snapping towards him with a glare. “Excuse me?”
“I mean….” Fourth shrugged like it was the most casual request in the world. “Last time was good, better than good. And you liked it. Come on, do me a favour.”
Gemini snorted, shaking his head. “I thought you never do the same person twice?”
For the first time in his life, Fourth actually looked embarrassed. He scratched the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “Guess you’re the exception.”
And that’s how Fourth ended up spread on the couch, Gemini kneeling on the floor between his thighs. Fourth didn’t even try to hide his satisfaction as he leaned back against the pillows, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Already half hard, thick and heavy in his hand, he stroked it once, slow, watching Gemini’s eyes flick down. Gemini’s fingers trembled just a little as he wrapped them around the base of Fourth’s cock, his lips parting, glossy and pink.
The first time had been messy, rushed, desperate. This time, Gemini took his time.
He kissed along the inside of Fourth’s thighs first, hands pressing down hard to keep him still, nipping at the skin just enough to make Fourth twitch. Then he took in the head of his hard cock, sucking just a little, teasing, until Fourth groaned in frustration and shoved his head down.
Gemini choked immediately when Fourth’s cock hit the back of his throat, spit bubbling at the corners of his mouth. He pulled back with a wet gasp, strands of saliva sticking from his lips to Fourth’s cock. His lips were pink and glistening, his fluffy hair a total mess from Fourth’s fist pulling tight at it.
Another lick to his tip had Fourth groaning, head falling back. Gemini wrapped his lips around him again, sinking down.
Fourth hissed, “Fuck, yeah, just like that. God, your mouth.”
Gemini gagged around him, throat working, but he didn’t pull back. His eyes fluttered shut, cheeks hollowing as he sucked, strings of spit sliding down his chin. When he pulled off for air again, Fourth nearly came from the sight alone. Gemini’s lips swollen and wet, saliva glistening across his mouth, eyes glassy.
“Fuck, Gem.” Fourth’s voice was already wrecked. “Look at you….Jesus, you look insane.”
And Gemini did. Every time he slid back down, drool smeared his chin, his neck, wetting the hem of his shirt, soaking it through. His cheeks hollowed, throat straining, it made Fourth’s stomach clench. His eyes were half-lidded, full of want, as he stared up at Fourth.
“Gonna make me come so fast if you keep looking at me like that.”
Gemini moaned around his cock, and Fourth felt it, every vibration shooting straight up his spine. His thighs tensed, his grip in Gemini’s hair tightening as his orgasm built embarrassingly quick.
“Shit, fuck, Gem-I’m close.” He warned, fully expecting Gemini to pull off. But Gemini didn’t. Instead, he hummed around him again, sending shivers down Fourth’s body.
“You want it? Gonna swallow for me?”
Gemini whined in the back of his throat, nodding with his mouth stuffed full. That was enough.
“Gemini, fuck....” Fourth’s hips jerked off the couch, shoving him deeper as he came down his best friend’s throat with a strangled groan. Gemini swallowed every drop, messy and desperate, gulping like he’d been waiting for this. He licked the head clean, tears streaking down his cheeks.
When Gemini finally pulled off, a messy string of spit and cum clung stubbornly between his lips and Fourth’s still-hard cock. His lips were so glossy they almost looked fake, his eyes dazed, and he crawled up Fourth’s body, straddling his lap, his arms almost giving out in the process. He stared at him through wet lashes for a while before he was right there, pressing his mouth to Fourth’s.
Fourth groaned into it, kissing back hard, desperate. He licked into Gemini’s mouth, deep and filthy, tasting himself on his tongue, and fuck, it made his cock twitch back to life embarrassingly fast. His tongue slid against Gemini’s and he groaned at the bitter tang of come in his mouth.
They kissed until their lips were raw, until Gemini pulled back with a pant, sliding off Fourth’s lap and standing up on wobbly legs. He staggered towards the bedroom.
“Hey, where the fuck are you going?” Fourth rasped, cock still wet and twitching against his abs.
“Lube. Don’t move.”
Fourth let out a laugh, yelling after Gemini. “Don’t move? Man, I can barely breathe.”
From the couch, he heard Gemini rummaging through his nightstand, frantic. Fourth’s hand twitched toward his cock, but he clenched it into a fist, forcing himself to wait. His mind was spinning. The taste of Gemini still on his tongue, the sound of him gagging, the sight of him on his knees.
Gemini came running back, barefoot, hair a mess, a bottle of lube clutched in his shaking hand, a condom in the other. His chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted a marathon.
Fourth swallowed hard, throat dry. “You crazy motherfu-“
Gemini didn’t let him finish. He shoved his pants down, seemingly not caring about being watched. He got on the couch, legs open, uncapping the lube, slicking his fingers and hole up in messy handfuls that dripped down his thighs. He dropped the bottle and the condom onto the rug in front of the couch without hesitation, spreading his knees further. Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside himself. The sound of lube squelching was loud, but not louder than the moan that escaped Gemini’s lips. His breath hitched, back arching, tears springing instantly to his eyes.
Fourth sat up a little. “Fuck, dude, slow down. Let me....”
“No. It’ll be quicker if I do it,” he murmured. His face scrunched, mouth falling open in a loud whimper, so loud Fourth could swear it rattled the windows.
Fourth froze, sitting back, body slumped against the cushions, cock jerking on his stomach. And then he watched. Watched as Gemini threw his head back, moaning as he fucked himself on his own hand, thighs trembling.
“Holy fuck.…” Fourth muttered, one hand wrapping around his cock again, stroking it back to full hardness without even thinking. “You’re really, fuck, you’re really doing this just to get me inside you?”
Gemini whimpered, not looking at Fourth, thrusting his fingers in and out at a quick, desperate pace, stretching them apart. His legs shook, lanky body twitching with every move. Fourth just fisted his cock, pumping it slow and tight while watching Gemini’s hole stretch around his own fingers. He stared like he was hypnotised, practically drooling.
Gemini finally curled his fingers up against his sweet spot, crying out so loudly it made Fourth flinch.
“Ahh, Fourth, nghnn, need you.” He sobbed before adding a third slick finger, pushing it inside his wet, needy entrance. He already looked ruined, hair sticking to his forehead, body giving out.
Gemini continued fucking himself, every move messy and fast. Fourth’s head was empty, just the slick sound of Gemini opening himself echoing through his skull.
Gemini pulled his fingers out after a minute, hole closing around nothing. He blindly reached for the condom on the floor, but then hesitated, pulled his hand back, shook his head and straddled Fourth’s lap again.
Fourth blinked. “What are you doing? Gem, the condom-“
“I want to feel you.” Gemini cut him off, voice wrecked but steady, needy. “Please.”
“You, fuck....Are you serious?”
Gemini looked at him like he was stupid. “You know I’m clean. I know you’re clean. I literally went to the clinic with you, remember? We go everywhere together.”
“You’re absolutely insane. Okay, okay, shit.”
Gemini climbed further into Fourth’s lap, thighs shaking already. He grabbed Fourth’s leaking cock, positioned himself over it and sank down onto it, raw and with no hesitation. He didn’t stop screaming until Fourth was buried inside him to the hilt, only then did he let out a little whimper, Fourth’s cock splitting him open.
Fourth gripped his hips, almost too tightly. “Gem, fuck.” He hissed, fingers digging into Gemini’s skin.
Gemini whimpered, hands on Fourth’s chest for balance, and started moving, barely giving himself time to adjust. Quick, shallow bounces, thighs shaking immediately. He was loud, so loud that Fourth almost panicked. Every thrust forced another broken sound out of him, his voice cracking, filling the room with desperate moans.
“You’re so fucking loud, Gem. Louder than anyone I’ve ever-”
Gemini’s moans grew even louder as in response, thighs working overtime as he jumped in Fourth’s lap, thick cock filling him up so perfectly. He looked like sin, cheeks burning red, chest glistening with sweat, eyes half closed, eyelashes fluttering. Fourth’s hips bucked up into Gemini instinctively with every gasp leaving his lips, meeting him in the middle.
After barely a minute, Gemini’s tempo started to falter. His thighs shook uncontrollably, legs giving out as he collapsed forward against Fourth’s chest, sobbing, cock leaking between their stomachs. “Fourth....I-I can’t. Can’t move. My thighs....burn.” He mumbled.
Fourth barked out a breathless laugh, cock twitching inside of Gemini. “You lasted like a minute. I told you to start hitting the gym, you wimp.”
Gemini smacked his chest weakly, glaring at him through tears, voice breaking on a little, humiliated sound. “Shut up-shut up, nghnn.”
Fourth shifted slightly, Gemini’s walls clenching around his cock. Instead of flipping him over, Fourth simply wrapped his strong hands around Gemini’s waist, muscles flexing, lifting him up. He started moving him up and down like he weighed nothing. Gemini’s cry was guttural, broken, his whole body shaking in Fourth’s grip, nails clawing helplessly into Fourth’s shoulders. The movement was so much rougher now, much deeper than Gemini could manage on his own. Fourth slammed into him again and again, stretching his puffy hole wide, reaching into the deepest parts of his body.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Fourth groaned, arms straining. “And you sound so fucking perfect, Gemi. Keep screaming for me.”
And Gemini did. His voice cracked, his face wet with tears, his lips red and parted. He sobbed Fourth’s name over and over, shameless.
“F-fourth, ah, ah, oh my god-“ Gemini’s voice cracked, shrill and unrestrained, head falling back. Every hard thrust punched a sound out of him, high-pitched and raw.
Fourth was losing it. The sight of Gemini’s thin body jerking in his lap, his cock buried in that tight heat.... He couldn’t stop. He just moved his hips harder, fucking against Gemini, forcing him down all the way each time, skin slapping against skin. Gemini felt so warm around him, so incredibly tight, choking him, clenching so desperately around him.
“You’re killing me, Gem. How are you so tight?”
Gemini only wailed louder, tears streaming down his cheeks. “So big, Fourth. Nghnn, so fucking thick.”
Fourth shoved two fingers into Gemini’s mouth, gagging him. Gemini sucked on them instantly, drooling all over, moaning around them so loud it barely muffled him. His thighs still burned, his body weak and trembling, but Fourth was strong enough to keep moving his body, to keep him bouncing like a toy on his cock. He rutted into him, the couch creaked beneath them, the wet sounds of Fourth moving in and out of Gemini were obscene. Each thrust drove Gemini higher, sounds tearing out of his throat like he was begging for his life.
“Shit, you’re gonna get us kicked out of this fucking building.” Fourth groaned, hips snapping up quickly.
When Fourth’s thrust slowed, arm tiring, Gemini found a reserve of strength, bouncing his weak body down onto Fourth’s cock again, frantic, needy. The slap of skin, the sound of his moans, the sheer desperation, it was unbearable. Fourth yanked his fingers out of Gemini’s mouth, wrapping his hand around Gemini’s hard cock instead, jerking him off.
“I’m close-” Gemini cried.
“I know, baby, I know.” He didn’t even realize what he’d called him until the word left his mouth, but it was too late. Neither of them dared to acknowledge it.
And Gemini just screamed, orgasm ripping through him. His cum splattered up their chests, a few streaks hitting Fourth’s chin. His walls squeezed around Fourth so hard he saw stars. He came right after, spilling deep into Gemini’s wet heat, filling him up.
Gemini collapsed, boneless, onto his chest, panting. His whole body shook. Fourth held him loosely, sweat dripping down his temples, his chest heaving.
They didn’t talk much after.
Gemini was still shaking, sprawled across Fourth’s chest, sticky and breathless. Fourth’s arm was heavy around his waist, his palm dragging absently up and down his back. For once, he wasn’t in a rush to move, wasn’t in a rush to quickly clean up like he usually did after a hookup.
“Fuck off, bro,” Fourth finally croaked, voice hoarse. “You got cum on my chin.”
Gemini let out a strangled laugh, hiding his face against Fourth’s throat. “You deserved it.”
“Shit, you’re feisty when you’re half-dead.” Fourth grinned, but his tone was softer than usual. His free hand toyed lazily with a strand of Gemini’s hair, like he didn’t realise he was doing it.
They didn’t kiss again. That would’ve made it complicated. Instead, they laid there until their breathing evened out, until Fourth mumbled something about being starving and Gemini smacked his arm, rolling off the couch.
The next morning, they both acted normal. Too normal. Fourth shoved cereal into his mouth like nothing had happened. Gemini scrolled through his phone like he hadn’t cried Fourth’s name until his voice broke. They were best friends. Best friends who just….happened to have fucked. Twice.
And just like that, it became a thing.
Not officially, not with words. But slowly, quietly, naturally, it became routine.
Fourth stopped sleeping around. No more girls, no more guys. Just Gemini. Only Gemini.
They didn’t announce it, didn’t set rules. They didn’t need to.
It was casual, at least on the surface. Fourth would flop onto his bed with a dramatic sigh after a long day, groaning, “Geeeem, I’m stressed. Wanna help me out?” And Gemini would roll his eyes, muttering something about how he was enabling bad habits. But he always crawled onto the bed anyway.
It surprised Gemini, at first, how quickly it became the new normal. Fourth showing up at his dorm with that stupid grin and a casual “You busy?” that really meant spread your legs for me. Sometimes it was clumsy blowjobs, Gemini choking around Fourth’s thickness while Fourth tugged his hair and praised him through clenched teeth. Sometimes it was Gemini spread out on his back, thighs trembling, begging for Fourth to fuck him already while Fourth teased him with his fingers until he cried. Sometimes it was Fourth tugging him into a quiet corner after class, whispering filthy promises against his ear until Gemini caved. Sometimes it was Fourth cuddling up to Gemini while watching a movie, pulling him onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn’t romantic. Not yet. But there was something in the way Fourth gradually stopped calling him bro during sex, the way his hand lingered on Gemini’s waist a little too long after they were done.
They didn’t talk about it.
But every time Gemini stumbled back to his own dorm late at night, sore and glowing, he thought about it.
And every time Fourth laid awake after Gemini left, his cock still twitching, his chest weirdly tight, he thought about it too.
It should’ve felt temporary. A phase, a fling, something they’d laugh about years later. But instead, it felt like everything else in their friendship had shifted slightly, tilted toward this new gravity between them.
And little by little, the edges softened.
It wasn’t just about release anymore. Not for either of them.
It crept up on them slowly, quietly, like the inevitable end of a party where everyone else has gone home but you’re still sitting there together, tipsy and too comfortable to move.
Fourth didn’t miss sleeping around. He didn’t want anyone else.
Gemini didn’t ask what they were. He didn’t need to. He knew. He felt it in the way Fourth’s hand always found his under the table, in the way Fourth walked him home even when it was out of the way, in the way Fourth called him at night just to talk, voice heavy with exhaustion but unwilling to hang up first.
By the time they admitted it out loud, it wasn’t a surprise. It was just the truth.
Fourth leaned over Gemini’s spent body, cock still nestled inside of him, smirking, but a little nervous, and said, “I think we’re more than just bros now, right?”
Gemini laughed, shoving his shoulder, but his cheeks burned. “Fourth, you’ve been kissing me goodnight every day for the past two months, I’d say the bro label is expired by now.”
Fourth grinned, leaning back with that same charm he’d always had, except this time it wasn’t for anyone else, it was just for Gemini.
And maybe he was still a flirt, still a tease, still the same guy who used to brag about never fucking the same girl twice. But now, for the first time, he didn’t feel restless, didn’t feel incomplete.
Because Gemini was there. Because Gemini was his.