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Guys Night In	By : KoiWrites Category: +1 through F > 6teen Views: 5906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Guys Night In
- 1
“All right, bro. Nice to see you bringing the grindage.”

“Seriously Jude? When do you ever buy food for us?”

“Why buy food when food buys itself?”

A pause was given in the conversation as the three stared at each other rather awkwardly, almost spacey in the way that each stared from one to the other to the other. Then laughter broke the silence. The guys decided to have a 'guys night in' at Jude's. While the room wasn't the cleanest thing ever, he had a decent television now, one of those nifty 1080p televisions – his parents agreed to pay half as long as Jude made up the other half. And he did, pulled some overtime at Underground Videos despite his boss not liking having to pay him more for sitting on his ass and watching movies. Oh yeah, Jude loved his job.

“ Okay. I got the sodas.” Wyatt spoke up, having been quite aside from laughing. Something about Jude's room bothered him. It was just messy. And to be quite honest, he didn't like how high up off the ground Jude's bed was – hence why he chose to sit on the floor next to a pair of sneakers that he had to kick away within moments. “ You guys have cokes, I got coffee for myself.”

“ Big surprise. Go figure the caffeine addict has a coffee with him.” Jonesy couldn't help himself but pick on Wyatt, the boy always had a coffee in his hand it seemed, if not that then it was his guitar. He was actually surprised that he didn't drink his cappuccinos and lattes with straws so he could still play guitar and do that all at once.

“ Don't pick on him, dude. At least he doesn't bring his security blanket to sleep overs.” Jude said before getting a pillow to the face. Those two were sitting on the bed, Wyatt was perfectly happy not feeding his fear of heights. Yes, the floor. The comment about coffee was met with a grin from those dark lips, before he looked at the television.

“ C'mon guys, put the movie on. Popcorn's getting cold.” And for once, that worked. Jude had just shoved his mouth full of popcorn (almost a half bowl of popcorn in one bite – thank goodness they had hamburgers from Wyatt's work to eat too), and grasped at the remote with glistening buttery hands. Jonesy grunted and muttered something about 'no wonder this room's a mess, Jude'. The blond grunted and grasped the remote with his other hand, moving buttery fingers up to his mouth. Wyatt's eyes shot open wide. Whoa, whoa, whoa! He didn't say anything though, instead he quickly averted his gaze so he wasn't caught staring. Never mind that he had that strange dream the other night about Jude, but still...

The dvd started playing and Jude turned off the lights, but Wyatt was hardly paying attention. Yes, he stared at the screen and leaned himself back against a beanbag chair he'd claimed as his own for the night, blanket drawn over his waist and his own bowl of popcorn and plate of hamburgers within reach along with coffee that he sipped quietly. He'd be hard-pressed to actually have to describe anything going on on-screen. His mind was on that dream...
--
It was strange, he never had dreams that were downright dirty, but this time it had been. Oh god, he didn't even know how his dream-self had ended up in the situation he was in, but the dream picked up with Jude's blond head bobbing up and down in Wyatt's lap. At first he didn't know what was going on, he had his pants on and everything but Jude pulled back long enough to make it painfully clear that those pants were unzipped and he was jutting out of them. He lived up to the stereotype for the most part, not overly gigantic but still, damn. And it was slick, glistening just like the blond boy's lips. He heard himself saying ' go on, dude, I'm close...' and then Jude responded with a drawn out groan of playful annoyance before he continued to say ' sure thing dude, don't even bother telling me, I swallow.'

Wyatt watched as that mess of blond hair, missing the black beanie that was almost trademark for Jude's appearance, ducked back into his mouth and sucked him into the wet heat of his mouth like it was nothing. A dark hand tangled into those messed up blond locks, grabbing tightly as the other hand joined in. He was close, it was evident. Panting, moaning, body slumped over Jude's working form, he knew what was happening. In a moment of absolute silence, he came, but it never saw the light of day.
--

Wyatt shook his head quickly, very glad he had a blanket over his lap, he nearly spilled his coffee in the process, gasping.

Jude and Jonesy looked down at him instantly, blinking a few times as they looked at each other then back to Wyatt who was staring at the screen in interest now. He had to take his mind off of THAT. “ You okay, Wyatt?”

Dark eyes quickly snapped up to the one who spoke, staring at Jude for a moment as the boy seemed to be either continuing to lick the butter off of his hand from moments earlier, or he was doing it all over again because he'd been eating more popcorn (the latter was probably the best answer). “ Oh, no I'm fine. Got startled, that's all.”

“ Really? It's the opening credit-y, music-y sequence. There's nothing going on.. or did I miss something?”

“ No Jude, it's been pretty boring so far.”

“ Well. It startled ME.” Wyatt said grumpily up at the two who both waved their hands in the air like they were trying to abandon the conversation all together. Wyatt was happy with that. He returned to drinking his coffee, shaky and nervous now since he'd gotten really aroused after thinking about that dream again. He felt weird being around Jude really, but he wasn't going to screw their friendship up just because he had such weird feelings for the skater.

The night progressed with all of them eating more food than any normal person would, and Wyatt going downstairs to make coffee in Mrs. Lizowski's kitchen. The house was clean, except for Jude's room but they let him keep it however he wanted, not wanting to stifle his creativity or whatever, freedom – something like that. Either way, by the time the movie was over, Wyatt was wide awake. Jonesy, however, felt awful. Too much soda and snack foods.

“ I think.. I'm not going to stay over tonight, Jude. I need to go home and make friends with the porcelain queen in my bathroom.”

Jude stared for a moment before it finally seemed to click. Brows shot up on his forehead, “ Oh. Yeah. Good luck with that. She's a fickle misses, you know. Drive home safe, there's pepto in the downstairs bathroom, bro.” Jonesy nodded and grabbed his shoes, slipping them on as he walked out of the room and that'd be the last they saw of him that night.

“ So Wyatt. How's the floor?” The blond drawled with a grin, peering down at Wyatt who was holding a mug of near emptied coffee to his lips. “ You okay?”

“ Yeah. Just a little buzzed, I think.”

“ You know what happens when you drink too much caffeine.”

“ I know. Probably won't fall asleep for a while tonight. Sorry. I'll try to keep quiet while you sleep.”

Jude nodded a few times while sliding off of his bed and digging through his dresser drawers. A string of condoms slipped out onto the floor while he pulled out a pair of boxers, and he laughed, “ Never be too safe.” Murmured words were spoken as he ducked over and picked them up, tucking the four of five condoms back into his dresser. “ You guys caught me on my shower night, lucky lucky. I'll be back in a minute.”

As soon as Jude left the room, Wyatt let out a quiet grunt, rubbing his temples with one hand, as best he could. He sighed though and waited until he heard the water running to get up. Quickly and efficiently, he darted about the room picking up.. ugh.. dirty clothes, throwing them all into the corner of the room out of the way. “ Wow that really made a difference.” Muttered Wyatt to himself, wiping hands on his clothes. By no means was he a neat freak or anything, but Jude's room could make anyone want to clean. He sighed and sat down on the surprisingly clean bed – even though it smelled like less clean Jude. Stretching out, he rested against the other's pillow, smiling slightly.

He'd never noticed it before, but he was pretty used to Jude's smell, he just smelled like teenage boy. It wasn't the most offensive thing ever but he could do with a few extra showers, more than one a week preferably. Wyatt took one every day unless he just didn't have time, and then he felt all sorts of nasty until he could get to a shower and take care of that. Here he was though, stretched out on Jude's bed, listening intently to the shower running, knowing that it meant Jude was cleaning up and not going to come stomping into his room for any reason, right?

A hand danced along the waistline of his pajama pants (yes, he had gotten dressed during one of their intermissions, when he had to go to the bathroom anyway), unsure of whether he could do this and get away with it or not. Before he could tell himself to stop, he slid the hand beyond the elastic and ties of his pajamas, touching himself carefully. Here he was, laying in Jude's bed, able to feel the slight indent where the blond almost always laid, laying in it quite nicely himself, smelling the familiar smell of sweat and hormones all over the place, touching his weeping cock. He couldn't help it, he hadn't had any time that day to do anything to reduce his urges and needs – he hadn't a moment alone it seemed, and here he was, alone, listening to the shower running.

Oh god. The shower wasn't running.

Oh god.

Eyes snapped open and he stared at Jude who stood in his doorway, boxers tugged up around waist lazily as if they were almost too big for those jagged hips to hold them up. Towel was slung over shoulder, hair dripping as he met eyes with Wyatt who was on his bed.. ah.. touching himself? “Whoa dude. What are ya doin..?”

Face went red, Wyatt jerked hand out of his pants, waistband snapping against him roughly, pants tented with the obvious infliction that got him into this. “ S-Sorry, Jude. Uh...” But what excuse was there?

“ Do you need a moment alone? I can uh.. go downstairs, huh?”

“ N-No I'm fine. I just. Wow. Sorry dude.”

The two sort of stared at each other and then Jude shrugged and slipped towel off his shoulder to begin rubbing his hair some, making it an absolute mess. “ Feels weird being clean again. Been like.. a week.”

“.. How can you NOT shower?”

“ How CAN you?”

Wyatt snorted and sat up on that bed, fidgeting in his spot, brows fixed together. “ Jude, I had a dream l-last night. You were in it.”

Blue eyes glanced into the mirror at his dresser, across from his bed, watching Wyatt over his shoulder. “ Go onnnn...”

Oh god, did Wyatt really want to tell Jude about it? He looked down at his feet, having dragged knees up to his chest, thumbing at a dirty white sock lazily, tugging little fuzz balls off of it only to leave them in a tiny pile on Jude's bed. Hearing Jude say 'well?' made him pick up on his story again, “ You were.. we.. were.. doing things.”

“Really now? You don't say.” Jude said jokingly as he hopped onto his bed, facing Wyatt, legs folded Indian-style and hands resting upon knees, listening intently it seemed.

“ Well, you know. THINGS. Dirty things. I mean.. all I really remember was your.. face.. in my lap.. you know...”

For a moment Jude just stared, one of those blank gazes until he grinned a little, “ Oh, I gotcha. Yeah. Starr did tha- Nebula – did that once to me.. Felt really good.” Somehow he wasn't phased. He just grinned even wider and watched Wyatt squirm in his seat. “You want me to try it?”

Wyatt knew he'd never be able to do this with anyone else – Jude was way too comfortable and easy going. He didn't seem bothered that his friend was having filthy dreams (DREAM!) about him sucking cock. “ You mean you don't.. mind?”

“ What're friends for?” Jude flashed a grin as he scooted forward, and Wyatt hesitantly shifted, only to watch Jude bounce off the bed and walk across the room. Shit where was he going?! Oh. Jude returned after locking the door, slipping back onto the bed just as Wyatt pulled his pants down a little, letting them rest around mid thigh. Of course Jude figured that wasn't going to work, so he grasped the pants and gave a little tug to get them down around ankles. He was excited, well – they both were. Shifting, he moved to lay so that he could get his face in real close. “ So it's true what they say.”

“ Y-Yeah.. I guess... I mean... I haven't compared.. W-With anyone else.” Wyatt was a stuttering, nervous wreck in a matter of seconds. Jude was so close, almost too close, this was weird, very fucking weird. His breath caught in his chest as he saw those lips moistened by tongue, hoping he knew where that was going next. Oh god he did. He watched with disbelief in those dark brown eyes as Jude pushed tongue out against the wet slit of his length, licking it, tasting it. Wyatt's lips parted in a little whining gasp, watching Jude's own lips part and collapse around the pulsing, blood-filled, needy head of his. “ S-Shit...” Whispered those darkened lips, bottom one tugged soon between teeth to bite so he didn't cause any embarrassing noises and get Jude's parents upstairs wondering about him. Trembling, a hand slipped itself into those blond locks. 'This is just like my dream.. Only I wasn't awkward there..' No, he hadn't been, he had been confident and smooth like he wanted to be now.

Both hands found themselves wrapped around blond hair, tugging the other's head downwards little by little though he wasn't doing much – Jude seemed to be content to try this out. He was nursing and suckling like he'd done this – maybe he had and he just wasn't telling Wyatt. It might have been on a need-to-know basis! Who knows what sweaty skater kids do in their spare time at skate parks?

Shit that was a really hot thought, but not nearly as hot as watching Jude's head bobbing on his needy body. Breathing became hard, and it seemed the more he dug his hands into Jude's hair, the quicker the skater moved. “ J-Jude.. I'm really c-close... You probably wanna back up...”

He didn't budge. Wyatt began fidgeting, tugging his hair harder, trying in vain to get him up, but his quiet please had fallen on deaf ears. Jude wasn't stopping and Wyatt couldn't keep his struggle up. Even his hips began rocking, body doubling over top of Jude's almost in desperation, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop himself. He groaned despite biting his lip so roughly, or perhaps in spite of it, or because of it. Hips gave a feeble jerk upwards into that sweet heat and he found himself coming without restraint.

Jude grunted, a little surprised but he managed to cope pretty well, though he had two dribbles of Wyatt down his chin when he sat up and broke the line of come that connected his lips to his friend's cock. Blushing, rather noticeably, he stared up at Wyatt, “ Not bad. It would not make a good topping for popcorn though.”The blond said quietly as he reached over and grabbed a handful of his popcorn, surprised that there was any left. He shoved it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed before he wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand and got up off of his bed, cleaning hand off on his boxers. Said boxers were yanked off of hips as he turned away, and then tossed into the pile of clothes behind his door after what could only be explained as wiping himself clean. Well, it was really hot sucking on Wyatt's dark body like that! And the faint damp spot on the dark mattress where Jude had been grinding into unknown to Wyatt was plain evidence for that. Wyatt blushed darkly and slipped off of the bed, shaking a little as he rolled out his sleeping bag and crawled into it.

“ Thanks... G-G'night Jude.”

“ Night dude.”
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