chickenhearted | the dreaded overflow

[ Now that he's in position, he can feel the embarrassment settling in. He's facing Dylas, and of course he's still got no pants on, so Dylas can see everything. He hesitates right then and there on Dylas's lap and contemplates hiding beneath the blanket. But that would be awfully cruel wouldn't it? He can't bring himself to do that to his not!friend. Besides, Dylas is already putting a hand at his back and more or less keeping him there.

He swallows hard and looks over the situation.

Right, that underwear. Looks uncomfortable. ]

Huh? Oh...yes, I'm f-fine.

[ But he reaches for the waistband of Dylas's underwear and begins to peel it down, losing eye contact along the way. ]

Can I just... move this...?

[ He doesn't really wait for an answer and continues what he's doing, until his fingers graze Dylas's dick and he's suddenly pulling it free of those cloth confines at last. ]

[He's not sure what he feels yet, what he thinks he wants to say. Not saying anything is always the easiest option. Always. And it can't backfire in his face, it...can't.]

They...the kidnappers. They killed me, I guess. And then I told the people I live with that they didn't, but everyone still looks at me funny.

[He didn't mean to say so much, but once he starts talking the words spill out of his mouth so easily.]

Don't laugh. It's really annoying.

[He likes this more and more the longer this goes on. It's an idle thought at first, a recognition that he's moving from a place of power to one where he's not as in charge. It had been easy for him to jerk Waver off, to grind against him and pant in his ear. He wasn't exposing anything there aside from inexperience. But this, moving to having hands reaching for his underwear, leaves him feeling anxious in a way that's thrilling and arousing.]

Go for it. I can help--

['if you need it,' he might've said, but his cock springs from painfully confined to fully erect and present as soon as there's not enough fabric to cover him. As his bulge had suggested, he's not only long, but he's thick as well. A bead of precum drips from the head as Dylas gasps and shudders. He reaches for his dick at first, wanting to start jerking himself off, but he has to trust Waver for this. He moves his hand back, nodding urgently, happy to have his dick in someone's hand. It feels more electric than the last time he jerked off.]

Yeah. [Panting.] Yeah, this is alright.

[ Waver's quiet at first, though there's the sound of him drawing in his breath. He doesn't say anything for a solid span of seconds, like he's trying to figure out if he heard Dylas correctly first. ]

They killed you? And ... and now you're back alive? I mean, how... why— [ Why is he back, why did they kill him in the first place, Waver is full of questions now. ]

Idiot. Why would I laugh about something like that!?

[ Waver shakes his head awkwardly. He doesn't need help. Doesn't...want it, really. He wants to do this himself. And it is indeed terribly easy to release Dylas's cock from its confines. Waver gulps softly as he sees its size and girth, but he's in it to win it now and he has to move forward. It's not like he hasn't seen a big dick before.

Leaning forward, his hands trembling slightly, he wraps his fingers around the length and slowly begins to stroke. He puts some of his weight down on Dylas's lap, trying to ignore how naked he still feels and how embarrassing this all is.

But then he kinda starts getting the hang of it. His hand begins to move with a rhythm, and he grasps the shaft a little more firmly than before, a little more assuredly. He smears the precum with his fingertip, using it to slick the path of his hand so it moves with more ease. He sneaks shy glances at Dylas to see how he's reacting, and perhaps seeking a bit of approval too. ]

[Dylas would be embarrassed, too, if there situations were reversed. If he were moving over Waver, naked and flaccid and spent from earlier, he would feel exposed and vulnerable. But that's not his position. He's hard and panting and turned on, and he's very glad to be here, thanks. It's taken all night, but he has a growing appreciation for the situation that's now reflected by the cock between his legs.

And he's grown to think Waver is kind of sexy, too, being as clumsy about this as he is. What the hell is wrong with them?

He hisses through his teeth before letting out a low moan.]

That's...yeah. I like. That.

[He likes having a hand on his dick, but what kind of man doesn't? He would kick himself in the head if he knew how bad his dirty talking is. Dylas shifts, pressing his hips forward against Waver's hand and gasping as the younger man builds up a rhythm. Dylas can't look away in shyness anymore, this is...this is really sexy, someone fighting past their awkwardness to do this for him just like he'd do, like he did for Waver.

He finds himself hoping Waver gets hard again. If they have to solve this problem a few times tonight, it wouldn't be so bad.

Dylas' eyes are half-lidded and lustful as he bucks his hips. He bites his tongue, not wanting to cum early after all of this build-up. Next, he needs to move his hands. He wants to touch Waver more. He grabs his arm and pulls him closer, hoping to pull Waver so he's over Dylas' body more.]

Why? Is that the part you're having a hard time with? I know we butt heads, but that hurts.

[He knows that's not what Waver means, but Dylas is horrible at making jokes and picking the time for them. He's happy Waver is still talking at all. The relief is in his voice, too, because he'd been afraid after that pause that Waver might go quiet on him for good. What is this stupid friendship? It's stupid. He likes it.]

I don't...I wouldn't laugh if you died either, I'm just no good at talking about this. But I need to say something, don't I? So what the hell should I say?

[What will make him feel better? By the last question, his voice feels a little like a sob, but he hasn't raised it at all. He's not angry.]

I'm having a hard time with all of it, thank you very much!

[ He doesn't get the joke at all. He's just defensive that Dylas is calling him out at all. Yes, their friendship is a very special one. But Waver sighs a bit, feeling bad for getting defensive now, especially with the change in Dylas's voice. What should he say? Waver has never died, so he wouldn't know. No one should know that kind of thing... ]

I... think it's good you're talking about it. But as for what you should say, I can't tell you that. I can only listen and try to offer my support...

[ It's all he has to give, but he's willing to give it, even if Dylas is a jerk sometimes. ]

[ Waver might keel over and die if anyone called him sexy ever. But right now he's just trying his hardest not to think about how exposed he himself is. This is about Dylas, so he should focus on him. Then it's less embarrassing that way. That's a good thing.

He can't help but smile a little, hidden smile when Dylas says he likes what Waver is doing. That's very encouraging, even if Dylas's dirty talking is terrible. At least it's good for something.

He swallows slowly and continues what he's doing, stroking more meaningfully now and a little bit quicker. Not too fast though, that would look ridiculous he thinks. It is kind of attractive though to see someone reacting in such a way to things that you're doing. He likes it. It's very possible he could become hard again over this.

Especially when Dylas grabs hold of him and pulls him closer. His body does indeed go over Dylas more, their chests nearly touching. And he blushes madly, but doesn't stop moving his hand. It's warm like this, almost too warm, but he kind of likes the closeness. It makes him feel... wanted. Not that he'd ever admit to that in a million years. ]

...Yeah. I...guess you would, huh? It's a lot to just...spit at someone.

[There's no apology in his words, but his tone has changed again. He's struggling. He's more withdrawn there, his words quiet and apologetic even if he hasn't outright said anything to that effect yet. He's never had to call a friend to 'vent' like this. He didn't even know Waver was his 'friend' until this very second.]

I don't know what kind of support I want, Waver. I told the people I'm living with that I almost died, so they don't even know. I'd rather forget this whole thing happened, but when I close my eyes...it comes back to me like a bad pain in my tail.

[Dylas would never admit it, either. It feels good. Years of being a prude and pushing others away have been erased by one night in this jungle city, and all he can think about is how good it feels. Waver has a firm grip on his cock and is working it impressively even if Dylas has nothing to compare his efforts to.

Maybe he deserves this, he finds himself thinking even in the midst of everything else. Maybe he deserves to be touched and wanted, too.

It's while he's distracted with pushing his hips into a waiting hand that he makes a big move without thinking about it. Waver is so close, so close he can feel the younger man's breath on him, and it's distracting—he reaches out to lift Waver's head and puts a stop to that by firmly pushing his lips against his in a sloppy kiss, but not an ineffective one or one without hunger or lust.

His ears shoot up comically as he realizes what he's done, but it just makes him want to lift Waver again so that they're positioned more like a loving couple would be, one directly over the other.

He can regret this in the morning. But for now, he wants Waver to feel as good and safe as he does.]

It kind of is... but I'm glad you told me.

[ Somehow. It gives him reason to worry, and he hates worrying, but somehow it feels better when it's worrying about a friend. That's something he also didn't realize he had until this second. They're stupid.

He nods, making a sound of agreement. That's something he understands at least. There's an image that always plays in his mind... the death of someone else, but a bad image all the same that just plays again and again when he gives himself too much room to think. ]

Maybe it will help that you've told someone then. The... least I can do is listen. And then it won't be so heavy on your mind. Probably. I'm not... good at this.

[ It does feel good. Feeling wanted is the best part about it, probably, though Waver isn't thinking about that much yet. Right now he's focusing hard on Dylas and on doing this Right, moving his hand how he thinks he'd like it to be done, and hoping for the best. So far Dylas isn't making fun of him or anything, so it seems to be going good?

He thinks he's getting the hang of it, not even noticing his own breathing really, until Dylas picks up his chin and suddenly draws him in close. The kiss is completely unexpected, but not unwanted? It makes his heart speed up like crazy. So fast, he almost thinks he's going to faint. He doesn't though. He just tentatively pushes back into it. He's blushing furiously, especially as that 'tentative' becomes more decisive.

He hasn't been kissed too many times in his life, so his hand motions stop for a second while he's distracted. But he quickly realizes this and goes back to stroking Dylas firmly and quickly.

He'll definitely regret this too. But for now, he kind of likes it this way... feeling like an equal, feeling like this is something they wanted to do instead of something they're just forced to deal with. ]

You're glad? If I got this kind of call, I'd hang up.

[That's just his gruffness coming through. If he were on the other end of a call like this, he'd be so fraught with worry he wouldn't be able to sleep. He'd probably cry. Waver has seen what a mess of contrasting emotions he is. If he's not angry, he's four different things at once.

But after a laugh that comes across as forced and scornful, he exhales. Waver wants to listen? He's not sure what good that will do, but he's probably better at this than he is.]

They hypnotized us or something. I don't think the door was even locked. We could've left at any time. My head hasn't felt right since, like...something's not there anymore.

[He can't believe he just did that. When Waver motions for him to stop, he does. If he's paying any attention at all to Dylas' face, he'll notice that his ears go flat like a pet that's done something wrong. He came into this wanting to keep things sort of business-like, but it turns out he's so touch-starved that it's impossible for him not to get more invested.

And Waver being so cute isn't really helping. For a moment, he wonders if he's been too aggressive in guiding and pulling Waver higher, but then he continues and that's as good a sign as any that they're still good, right? If Waver were mad, he'd stop jerking him off with those firm enough but soft hands?

Shit. He'd even moaned while their lips were together, hadn't he?]

Sorry. I'm, uh...

[The two words are muttered and then he decides not to elaborate any further. The embarrassment isn't enough to keep him from getting into this. He runs his hand down Waver's back, spreading fingers over smooth skin and resting it against his lower back. His hips keep moving. He knows he's getting close, and then at least they'll both be sweaty, sticky messes together.]

[ Waver does notice those ears, and finds it oddly endearing. He bites his lip a little to keep a smile from forming. It seems so inappropriate to smile right at this very moment. ]

It's okay...

[ He tries to sound as soothing as possible, but may just sound embarrassed still. It is okay, though. He's glad that Dylas is enjoying himself. He's glad they kissed. Right now, anyway. Later on he'd be dead mortified. But that's later on. Right now he's practically glowing from the flush over his skin and he feels needed and important as he moves his hand on this big cock.

He can tell that Dylas is getting close, and he's willing his own body to calm down because it's getting excited again. He gives a huff, and hurries his hand up a little, not actually sure if he should speed up or slow down or what. With the hand at his back, he arches slightly, further pressing his body against Dylas. It feels good though, so he keeps it that way. ]

I guess I know not to call you then if this ever happens to me.

[ Is that his attempt at a joke? It kind of is. He probably wouldn't call anyone, because despite saying that Dylas should let it all out, Waver would probably keep it bottled up to himself. He's not used to turning to anyone for help. That may be why he's so awkward at being comforting too. ]

Was that before or after you... [ died... ] I mean, did they do something?

[ He wants to know the purpose of hypnotizing some people and possibly taking something from them. And why were they chosen? And would they come for others next? He has so many questions, but doesn't want to overload Dylas. He just wants him to go at his own pace and say what he wants to say. ]

[And to think, this is all just 'hand stuff.' It's Waver's face and his actions here that will haunt Dylas in the middle of the night from time to time from now on, forcing him into the bathroom to jerk off. Jungle fever or not, he's not going to be able to forget these faces, these feelings, the sounds, and just how accidentally sexy this brat on top of him his.

But Dylas finally comes. His climax is preceded with a gasp, some squirming, his hips moving erratically and hungrily as his cock searches for that last bit of friction that he needs. He finds it. He arches himself, at the same time pushing down on Waver's back as his cock erupts between and on both of them. Given the size of it and how rarely he tends to it, there's no small amount of sticky mess between them, on Dylas' stomach, on Wavers', and on his hand.

He continues to thrust his hips as he rides it out, gasping, panting. Between his legs, his tail is twitching.]

Fuck. Waver. You feel so good—

Good. I don't want you waking me up in the middle of the night.

[Even though they're joking (or at least, he is, and he hopes Waver knows that), he doesn't feel much better. If Waver were to take him seriously and feel scared off, that would be so frustrating. It hurts a little to not say "I'm only kidding," but he keeps talking instead.

Feelings are the worst.]

That was before I died. They'd call us into rooms, and...beat us, I guess. I'm pretty strong, but I guess someone shot me on my way out. A few times. I didn't even feel it until the end.

[ If it was more than hand stuff, Waver might have keeled over by now. Well, probably not, but he would have felt like it. He's going to be thinking about this for a while to come too, for better or worse, especially the look on Dylas's face as he comes. Waver fights shutting his eyes because he wants to see this. Maybe he's a pervert, but he can fret about that later too.

He keeps stroking while the climax is happening, trying to keep up with the erratic movement of Dylas's hips. He gives his own little "Mm!" as his back is pressed and his body slides against the other's. If he's not at least half hard again by the end of this, that would be impressive. Though he's still kind of willing his body to calm down as this is happening.

The sticky mess is a bit overwhelming, but at the same time, he's proud of it. He did this, somehow!! He of all people brought someone to their climax and it's an oddly wonderful feeling, one he wouldn't mind finding again sometime. But that's neither here nor there. He blushes again at those words and tries to hide his face against his shoulder. He says nothing, but continues stroking until he can feel Dylas start to relax again. Then he lets out a big sigh. It's content, though. A happy sigh, if you can call it that. Slowly he lets his hands fall away again, only subtly glancing at the mess on them and wondering what to do with it. ]

As if I would...

[ His joking voice is a bit weak, but he's still trying. Truth is he may end up calling Dylas one of these days yet. But they'd get to that when they got to it. Feelings really are the worst, though.

Yet he's trying to contain his own and listen to Dylas's, trying to find a way to comfort him though he has no idea how. Those words are upsetting to say the least, and his own voice is a little shaky when he replies. ]

That's horrible. And did they even tell you why?

Maybe they did. I was pretty out of it. They could've told us everything and maybe we'd have no way of knowing.

[He's shrugging on the other end and realizing Waver can't see him shrug. But he likes hearing that it's horrible. It's better to hear it from someone else's mouth than talk about how awful it is himself. He's not a particularly whiny guy unless he's annoyed.

But hearing Waver's voice so shaky...that spooks him.]

I haven't asked around about what happened much. I came back to life yesterday, so...I've had other things to do. Like make sure you didn't get your ass kicked, too.

[Dylas is pretty proud of the sticky mess, too, actually. He feels like they both gave this a good run. Is that a weird thing to think? He's not sure. He's closer to 1,000 years old than he has any right to be, and this is his first time laying in bed naked with anyone. Anything could be the wrong action or the wrong thought, and without the focus on sex and Waver, his mind will have more room to doubt everything.

But some things are still easy to figure out. While his chest is still rising and falling from all the physical activity he's done in the last fifteen minutes and sweat still dripping from everywhere, he knows he wants to stick around and catch his breath. Without thinking about it, he gently pushes on Waver's body, pressing him against his own. He could be smart. It's still humid and impossibly hot, they could just...stop touching and cool off. But he likes this more. The mess can wait, or...just rub off onto both of them.]

Thanks. For not making me do that myself.

[His voice is quieter now that everything is calming down. He hasn't moved his hand from Waver's back. He's still clinging to him, almost defensively. The afterglow feels good, and he would rather lay here awkwardly and feel good about it than freak out at each other.]

That's ... cowardly of them.

[ He's mad on Dylas and the others' behalf. If you're going to hurt someone, they should know why, even though the entire thing just sounds terrible. He really does wish he knew what to say that would make Dylas feel better. But he's at a loss for words. ]

Maybe someone else will have some answers, and that will help too. [ He sighs audibly and shakes his head even though Dylas can see it. Maybe he can feel it. It's implied. ] Yeah, I'm fine.

... Thanks, for worrying about me.

[ Waver can't be sure whether they gave it a good run or not either, though it's because he's not nearly that old and he's very inexperienced. But he feels like they did a good job. And he's glad that things worked out the way they did in the end. When he thinks about it, running into Dylas over running into a stranger worked out spectacularly in his favor. Things could have been much more embarrassing or just flat out worse.

It is hot, and he's on the verge of getting aroused again, but Waver lets himself be pulled in closer. He lets the mess be made into a bigger mess, and he lets Dylas hold him there with his hand on his back. He likes it. He's not sure he wants to go back to being alone so soon. ]

I should... I should be thanking you. It's my fault this happened...

[ His cheeks get red just thinking about how this all started, but he has nowhere to hide his face but against Dylas. ]

the dreaded overflow

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