Under a Paper Moon

[Gustav’s POV again]

“Gustaav…” Fraser whimpered, tightening his grip on my hair and pushing my head down onto his cock further. Pleasant. I felt it hit the back of my throat and I had to do my best not to gag, that wouldn’t be very good would it? I felt his other hand snake down and tangle itself in my hair also, as he bucked his hips, Fraser stop oh my god. “G-Gus…mm….I’m gonna- fuck!”

He released into my mouth accompanied with another moan. He tried to pull out, but I grabbed his hips, forcing him to stay where he was as I circled my tongue around his length, swallowing every last bit. I dragged my teeth up him as I pulled away, smirking because I knew how much that would make him squirm. I looked up at him, his eyes were filled with lust, his face completely flustered. I climbed up him, not saying anything before I pressed our lips together.

“Ew!” Fraser giggled, pulling away, “I can taste my cum on your lips! That’s disgusting!”

“Not really,” I winked, “come on, we better go downstairs and make sure Ben and John aren’t fucking each other’s brains out on my sofa.”

I climbed off my bed, looking around my bedroom floor for the t-shirt I’d discarded somewhere the night before. Eh, no point looking for it, it’s not like I’m a girl – it’s my house and I can walk around shirtless if I so please. Fraser just looked up at me, his expression was a mix of want but innocence. It was sort of odd, I supposed. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to pull up his boxers and stand up so we could go make sure my living room was still in one piece. His face went even redder as he realised he was still naked, aw bless him. Haha. He pulled up his boxers and stood up quickly, trying to hide his blushing face behind his hair; he kept complaining about needing it cut, not gonna lie I liked his hair long. I hope he doesn’t cut it…

“Come on, silly head,” I kissed his temple, wrapping my arm around his waist before leading him out into the hall and down the stairs

When we got downstairs, I saw that the room was pretty much intact apart from a few discarded cans of beer. Score, not much cleaning up for me to do! I noticed though, cuddled up in the corner of the sofa were John and Ben. They were grinning crazily at each other, laughing and giggling and just being really cute and oh my fucking god. That is cute. Oh my god. I can’t.

Ben looked over John’s shoulder, his eye catching mine. A small gasp escaped his lips as he looked at us, that’s when I realised that we probably looked like we’d had sex or something and-

“FRASER AND GUS HAD SEX OH MY GOD!” he squealed, making John jump a little. John looked around to where we were standing, his eyes widened a little. Oh shit, no oh shit what if ‘sex’ comes under the ‘hurt Fraser’ category oh my god he’s going to fucking slaughter me! Even though we didn’t have sex! Honest!

I shrunk behind Fraser a little, my cheeks burning as John glared at me. I’m dead I’m dead I’m dead. You could always just tell him you didn’t fuck his brother. Yeah like he’s really going to believe me. He might. Shut up you know he won’t.

“What?!” John exclaimed, disgust filling his features, “ew! I do not want to know about that! That’s disgusting! What-“

He was cut off by Ben bursting into a fit of giggles, which soon turned into full-on laughter. Jesus Christ Ben, calm down!

“We didn’t have sex,” Fraser laughed, I’m not sure whether he was laughing at Ben or at the idea.

“Then why do you look like that?” John asked, hitting Ben to make him stop laughing. Which didn’t work, if anything it made him laugh even harder. I looked down at Fraser, I supposed we did look like we’d had sex – we were both nearly completely naked, both had hickeys – well, Fraser did, I don’t know about me, we came down a little bit flustered and our hairs were probably a right mess.

“I just sucked him off,” I winked, making John even more disgusted.

“TMI,” he groaned, making Ben laugh even harder. “Shut up.”

“Sorry,” Ben grinned, leaning up to kiss him.

As soon as their lips connected, I had to physically stop myself from going ‘awww!!’ that’s when I realised though. They were kissing. Ben. And. John. Are. Kissing. I. Finally. Have. Proof. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I exclaimed, making the two of them jump away from each other, “I FUCKING KNEW IIIIT! I KNEW IT! YOU TWO ARE SCREWING! HAHAHA I WAS RIGHT!”

“Okay then!” John laughed, “calm the fuck down.”

“NO I HAVE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT!” I fell onto my knees dramatically, holding my hands up to the ceiling, “PRAISE THE LORD!”

“Okay, calm down,” Ben rolled his eyes before looking about the room, “hey…where’s Si?”

I dropped my hands onto my knees and looked around too – yeah, where was Si?! Maybe that’s what that bang had been last night! It scared the fuck out of me, I thought someone had got shot or something! It must have been him slamming the door or something… oh dear, that’s not very good. Did we do something to piss him off? Oh god I hope he’s okay! I bet this is all my fault, I knew I shouldn’t have dragged Fraser up to my room so early. We probably left him by himself! Oh god I bet he hates me, I hope he doesn’t… Si’s one of my best friends, he can’t hate me… oh god oh-

“I have no idea…” Fraser whispered, biting his lip, “we’ll see him tomorrow in school though! So no worries.”