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Okuyasu stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, feeling annoyed. He was supposed to be playing video games with Josuke today, but on their way out of school one of Josuke’s admirers approached him. This wasn’t unusual, but this time it was Kyoko, objectively one of the hottest girls at school. Normally Okuyasu would wait around pretending to be busy on his phone until Josuke finished talking to her, but today something about it pissed him off. Instead of waiting he walked home and had been laying angrily on his bed since then.
His phone buzzed and he glanced at the screen. Another text from Josuke. He rolled his eyes and refused to open it. He had been ignoring his text messages all afternoon. Maybe he should say something about it to Josuke next time he saw him. Say what? I’m sick of waiting around for you? Ugh, the last thing he wanted was to sound like a whiny brat begging for attention. We’re best friends. That means when we’re together you’re not supposed to pay attention to anyone else. He couldn’t decide if he was more angry about Josuke ignoring him as soon as a girl walked up or that he had yet to get any serious attention from girls while Josuke was practically drowning in it.
His phone buzzed again - now Josuke was calling him. He let it ring a few times before answering so it would seem like he was actually doing something.
“What’s up?” Okuyasu tried to sound casual and distracted.
“FINALLY, I can’t believe you’ve been ignoring my texts!” Josuke sounded excited.
“You’re not the only one that’s busy you know.” He couldn’t keep the annoyance out of his voice.
“Aw, come on, I’m sorry I sorta ditched you today. Let me make it up to you.” Josuke’s voice had taken on a conspiratorial edge, like it always did when he was about to suggest one of his crazy plans.
Okuyasu heaved a sigh. “I don’t know, I’m kinda in the middle of something.” He looked around his room for what he would lie and say he was busy with.
“Kyoko wants to have cybersex dude, she’s messaging me right now.” Josuke spoke excitedly but somehow this only made Okuyasu more angry.
“And? Congratulations I guess, don’t rub it in dude.” Anger and jealousy swirled in his stomach.
“No, no, Okuyasu - I want you to do it.”
“What?” He must have misheard.
“I’m gonna tell you what she’s saying, and then you tell me what to type back to her. It’ll be fun.”
“No way! You’re just gonna make fun of me!” He felt like there was something he wasn’t understanding here.
“Please~~ I feel bad, and just last weekend you were complaining that you wouldn’t even know how to flirt over text. This’ll be great practice!”
Silence filled in the space between them while Okuyasu struggled to gather his thoughts. It was true he had complained about his lack of experience to Josuke many times before, and if there was anyone he trusted to give him good advice about something like this it would be Josuke. But his stomach felt weird and he didn’t know why.
“O~~~Ya~~~~,” Josuke put on the overdramatic whiny voice he always did when he used this nickname.
Okuyasu felt his brain threatening to turn off and his stomach growing warm like it always did when he heard Josuke do this. “I don’t know, Josuke. Isn’t it gonna be weird?”
“Ku~Su~,” The pouty face Josuke was making was practically audible through the phone. “No, it’s not weird and I promise I won’t make fun of you. I just want to make it up to you so you’ll forgive me.”
Okuyasu groaned and could feel his face flushing. He wasn’t sure why he found it so hard to resist Josuke when he got like this. He could picture his friend making his eyes huge and pursing his lips, waiting for him to agree. It was almost worse over the phone, with Josuke’s voice so close to his ear.
“Won’t it ruin your chances with Kyoko if I say something awkward?” He grumbled.
“Nah, I don’t think so. But it doesn’t really matter anyway, I don’t actually want to go out with her.” The relaxed tone in Josuke’s voice reassured Okuyasu.
“Well… okay, I guess. But you have to promise you won’t make fun of me. I really don’t know how to do this.” Okuyasu sat up and looked at the floor between his feet.
“Yes!! Okay, I’ll tell you what she says and then I’ll just type back whatever you say. So first she says,” Josuke cleared his throat and when he spoke again, the low and smooth quality of his voice made Okuyasu’s chest feel tight, “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. What are you wearing right now?”
“Uh, my school uniform still?” Okuyasu’s voice was trembling and uncertain.
“Bro, you can’t just say that! You’re supposed to say something sexy!” Josuke’s voice was back to normal.
“I TOLD you, I don’t know what I’m doing! What kind of question is she even asking right now?” He was indignant, but relieved to feel some of the tension had broken.
“Okay, start out by picturing her standing in front of you, and then you say whatever you would say or do to her if you were actually together. But like, be descriptive so she can imagine you too.”
Okuyasu squinted at his doorway trying to imagine Kyoko there. He was realizing as he failed to clearly picture her face that he actually never paid her too much attention. But he didn’t want to disappoint Josuke, so with his brow furrowed in concentration he said, “Okay, I think I’ve got it. So is it better to say like, I’m just sitting on bed still wearing most of my uniform, but I took off my coat. What about you?”
“Yes, that’s better! Okay, I’ll tell her that.” The sound of his keyboard typing was audible through the phone. “She says,” he cleared his throat again and spoke in a quieter, lower voice, “After school, I pull up my skirt so it’s shorter. And now that I’m home, I’ve also taken off my bra.”
As soon as Josuke had started speaking, the vague image of Kyoko standing in his room had been replaced with Josuke standing there wearing the girls’ school uniform. It must just be because he was hearing Josuke’s voice, and his face was so much more clear in his mind. His mouth felt dry, picturing Josuke’s legs in a short skirt. “Sounds like you’re still overdressed.” He surprised himself a little with how smooth he sounded - he decided this meant he would do better if he thought less, and committed to just saying whatever came to mind and worrying about it later.
“Hm. And which piece of clothing would you take off me first?” Josuke’s voice was playful - he must be a really good actor.
“Your jacket and then your shirt. I would unbutton it for you.” He blushed, imagining unbuttoning Josuke’s shirt for him. His stomach felt weird again.
“Only if you take off yours, too. You know, I was thinking about you all day at school today.” The sound of the keyboard seemed quieter.
“You were? What were you thinking about?” Okuyasu blushed. He could feel himself getting hard.
“Your body. How it would feel to touch you.” They both just breathed into the phone for a moment until Josuke continued, sounding a little more tentative. “Does it turn you on, knowing that I want you?”
“Yes.” Okuyasu answered without hesitation. He was picturing that sad look Josuke sometimes got in his eye when he felt unsure about something. He felt he should say something more bold to reassure him. “Just thinking about you like this is making me hard.” He shook his head, trying to remind himself he was reassuring Kyoko, not Josuke. He tried again to picture her instead of his friend.
“I want you to touch yourself, but pretend it’s me.” With Josuke’s voice right in his ear, it was difficult not to imagine he could feel his breath on his neck. Okuyasu shivered and gave up on picturing Kyoko at all. It was so easy to see Josuke vividly, leaning forward over him on the bed with a knee between Okuyasu’s legs and speaking quietly, urgently into his ear. He did as he was told, quickly pulled his pants and underwear off just far enough to free his now almost painfully hard erection and started to slowly stroke his cock. He was sure his deep and ragged breathing was audible. Josuke spoke again and said: “Pretend it’s me, with my lips around the tip and using my hand to stroke you.”
Okuyasu sighed and precum began to drip out of him. “Does it turn you on to taste me?” He was exciting himself with his own crudeness - he had never spoken like this to anyone.
“More than anything.” Josuke’s voice was breathy and labored. “But you’re not allowed to come yet - I want to ride you.”
“Fuck,” Okuyasu breathed and laid on his back, now masturbating more roughly and quickly, “you’d be so hot, riding my cock until you come. I want to hear you moaning my name.” This too, was so easy to imagine. He could picture Josuke’s cheeks flushed with pleasure, his lips slightly parted, hair messy, and chest glistening with sweat.
A wordless, low moan drifted through the phone in between ragged breaths, so short that Okuyasu doubted he even heard anything, and he was quickly distracted when Josuke spoke again to say, “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to ruin me.”
“Anything,” Okuyasu had to concentrate hard to speak at all, “anything for you.” He could feel his orgasm building, and slowed his own touch despite the urgency he felt. Josuke had told him not to come yet. “I’ll do anything - everything - you want.” It was the truest thing he could think to say as his thoughts melted into nonsensical visions of Josuke in various different sex positions he had seen in magazines.
“Mmm, good boy.” Josuke’s voice sounded dangerous but strained. “Come for me.”
And Okuyasu did, immediately, and experienced one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever felt. He wasn’t sure if he had blacked out or if he had closed his eyes, and he didn’t even know if he had maybe said anything, although he was sure he had made some sort of sound. He breathed heavily and swallowed hard as his heart rate began to slow back down. “Did you come too?”
Josuke’s breathing was audible and heavy through the phone. “Yeah.”
Okuyasu’s mind was starting to clear now that he had orgasmed, and his brain was catching up with what had happened. He frowned, trying to find the words for the question he wanted to ask. But before he could speak, he heard a muffled knocking through the phone, and heard Josuke’s mom call his name.
“Shit - we’ll talk later.” Josuke sounded frazzled and annoyed, and Okuyasu could hear fabric rustling and movement before Josuke hung up the phone abruptly.
He dropped the phone on the bed and stared at the ceiling in silence. Had he just masturbated with his best friend? He was confused to find he felt more concerned about whether Josuke had also been masturbating and had actually come, or if he had in fact just been narrating what Kyoko had said. He felt both sick to his stomach and like he had butterflies thinking about Josuke now. He wondered what Josuke would’ve said if his mom hadn’t caught him when she had.
And how the fuck was he supposed to look his friend in the eye and pretend this hadn’t happened at school tomorrow?