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As his hand hovered over the doorknob, Eric thought about all the disgusting ways he could fuck his friend.
The thoughts freaked him out and confused him, but above all, they aroused him. He could feel the tent in his pants grow by the second.
He debated if he should intrude or not. Perhaps his presence would even be welcome.
"Oh, god," the boy sighed loudly. The awful sounds of the lotion escaping his hand made Eric smile.
With a smooth motion he opened the door.
"Hey, Dylan," he said. He was spread out on his bed. His penis was discolored. It was the length of two of his hands.
"What the-" he mumbled and pulled the covers over himself. His face was red and his expression was horrified. His body tensed and stilled.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Nothing," Dylan replied quickly.
"Really?" He walked over to the bed. He inspected the bulge on the blanket. When he looked back at Dylan, he caught him staring. He quickly averted his gaze though. "You're going to hell," he said and slowly straddled the other. "You're not supposed to lie."
"I was..." his eyes teared up.
"Hm?" His smile fell. "What's up, V?"
"I was... masturbating," he whispered and started crying. His hands reached to hide his face, but Eirc pinned them to the bed.
Dylan had his eyes closed, so Harris just bended down to kiss him. He planted a small peck on his lips. "Can I touch you now or...?" He asked.
The other man laughed. "Sorry," he said. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sitting on you," he retorted.
"Oh," Dylan sighed. He tensed once again and stopped breathing for a while.
"It's actually pretty sick. You're so..."
"Is this...?" His face paled. "Wait. What?"
"I was gonna say soft..."
"I meant what did you ask me?"
"Can I fuck you?"
"Is this real?" He tried to move his hand towards Eric's face, but the grip on his wrists tightened.
"No, V. It's just a dream," he smiled softly. "Would I ever do some gay shit with you?"
Klebold was convinced. He grinded his hips into the body above him.
Eric stumbled. He didn't expect Dylan to be so easily swayed.
"You really wanna stick your dick in my ass?"
"When you put it like that, it's fucking disgusting."
"So...no?"
"So yes!" He smiled. "Broken from The Downwards Spiral. Disgusting, but hot as hell. Just like this."
"It's Closer... and I don't wanna have anything in my ass."
"It's not just anything, though. And it's not for real. Its only in your head."
"I guess, Reb."
"You're so easy."
"We'll see," he smiled.
"I guess we will," he mirrored the expression and got off the boy.
Eric ripped the blanket off of Dylan. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but half-assed it and layed them on his abdomen.
Harris licked his lips and unbuckled his belt.
"This is gonna be..." He shook off his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. "Interesting."
Dylan nodded his head. He wasn't listening. His vision was spinning from the alcohol.
Eric climbed back on the bed and nudged the other boy. "Sit up and scoot over." He nodded and did as told. Harris took his place laying on the bed. Dylan avoided looking at him by staring at a single point in the room.
"Get on my dick, V."
He laughed nervously. "Alright," he slurred.