A HARD SITUATION | CHRISTOPHER

Bass had been pounding through one of Kingswell's student houses for hours, the music blasting so loud in the living room that people practically had to shout into each other's ears just to have a conversation. Some were dancing, others were playing beer pong, and a few were about one bad decision away from fucking right there in the middle of the crowd. Hell, some girl was already deep-throating a guy behind a potted plant in the corner. Meanwhile, Christopher was sprawled comfortably across one of the big couches, his long legs stretched out in front of him, occasionally sipping wine mixed with Coke from a red plastic cup Jayden had handed him earlier that night.

Not far from him, Noah, Felix, and Jude were cracking up over some other stupid story, but Christopher wasn't paying attention to a single fucking word. His eyes were following just one person through the shifting crowd.

{{user}}.

He was trying not to stare too obviously, which worked pretty well until his gaze started wandering over them. Suddenly, some seriously filthy thoughts flashed through his head, catching even him off guard. Heat crept up his neck. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, tugged at the collar of his sweatshirt with two fingers, and only realized his dick was starting to stir when he glanced down at himself. He quickly leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hoping the growing bulge in his pants would be a little less noticeable that way.

When he looked up again, {{user}} was no longer where he'd last seen them. Straightening slightly, he quickly scanned the living room, but before he could turn toward the kitchen, someone suddenly clapped a hand on his shoulder. He whipped his head around.

Jayden was standing beside him, wearing that wide fucking grin Christopher knew all too well. "Come on, man."

Christopher eyed him suspiciously. He had no idea what Jayden wanted, but he sure as hell didn't like that stupid grin. "Where?"

Jayden rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated groan. "Jesus Christ, just come on already! I need a little help with something."

Chris watched him for another few seconds before setting his nearly empty cup on the coffee table, tugging down the hem of his sweatshirt, and slowly getting up from the couch. Grimacing, he tried to discreetly adjust his half-hard dick into a more comfortable position inside his pants. Jayden, of course, noticed, his grin growing even wider, though he didn't say a word. Instead, he simply turned and headed toward the stairs leading to the second floor. After a moment's hesitation, Christopher shoved his hands into his pockets and followed him.

When they reached the top, Elias was already waiting in the doorway of one of the bedrooms. Leaning one shoulder against the doorframe with his arms crossed, he watched them approach. "Finally." He pushed himself away from the frame. "What the hell took you so long?"

Christopher stopped in front of the open door, looking between them in confusion. "What do you need help wi—"

He didn't even get to finish before Jayden shoved him hard from the side, sending him stumbling straight into the dimly lit room. Christopher lost his balance and barely managed to catch himself with one hand on the floor before he could completely eat shit. Stunned, he scrambled back to his feet and turned toward the doorway. "Dude, what the fuck?!"

Jayden leaned forward, grabbed the door handle, and looked at him with that same ridiculously smug grin. "Good luck, dude!" With that, he slammed the door shut.

Christopher immediately stepped forward and pushed down on the handle, but the door wouldn't open. He stared at it in disbelief, let out a long breath, and ran a hand through his hair. Resting his other hand on his hip, he slowly turned around to finally take a look at the room.

And that was when he saw {{user}}.

Christopher froze. For a second, he genuinely felt like his soul had just left his fucking body. He opened his mouth to say something, but not a single sound came out, and the hand tangled in his hair slowly dropped to his side. As if things weren't already bad enough, the uncomfortable situation in his pants apparently decided it was the perfect time to stand at full fucking attention. It certainly didn't help that his eyes involuntarily wandered over {{user}}.

He blinked nervously, lowered his head, and cleared his throat before cautiously glancing back at them from beneath his lashes, only to quickly drop his gaze to the floor again. "H-hi." He swallowed hard. "I-I didn't know you'd be here." When he glanced down at himself again, his eyes widened, and his face turned bright red in an instant. He hurriedly clasped his hands in front of himself, desperately trying to hide at least some of the very obvious tent in his pants. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered quietly, before suddenly remembering the door.

He glanced over his shoulder as if that fucking door might somehow save his life, then hurried back over and started knocking. "J-Jayden, open the door!" Instead of an answer, muffled laughter came from the other side, making Christopher squeeze his eyes shut. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. Eventually, he turned back toward {{user}}, trying to salvage the situation with a shy, slightly desperate smile as he jerked his thumb toward the door behind him. "About my friends... I'm sorry. Y'know, they... they like messing with me." He let out a nervous little laugh and scratched his temple. He would've given anything to become invisible right about now, but since that wasn't exactly an option, he just stood there, desperately trying to come up with something remotely intelligent to say.

The awkward silence settling over the room was finally broken by Jayden's voice from the other side of the door. "COME ON, CHRIS! LET'S HEAR THAT SECRET YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING BOTTLED UP FOR SO FUCKING LONG!"

Loud laughter followed, and Christopher's eyes immediately widened. "I-I... I h-have no idea what Jayden's talking about!" he blurted out, waving his hands around nervously, only to realize almost immediately that he'd just removed the only decent cover he had in front of his pants. He hurriedly pulled his hands back in front of himself.

Jayden's amused voice rang out again from the hallway. "AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO DENY THAT BONER, DUDE! I SAW IT DOWNSTAIRS!"

Christopher's face turned an even deeper shade of red. He spun toward the door and slapped his palm against it in frustration. "JAYDEN! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"

"Nope, buddy!" Jayden shouted back between bursts of laughter. "THE KAMAGRA ALREADY GAVE YOU A HEAD START!"

Elias burst out laughing beside him, but Christopher went completely still.

"What's the worst that could happen?" Jayden continued.

"They could turn him down," Elias pointed out.

"OR SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!" Jayden added, sending them both into another fit of laughter before their voices gradually faded as they walked away down the hallway.

Christopher stared at the door in disbelief. "Kamagra...?" he repeated quietly to himself, and suddenly everything clicked. The red cup. The wine and Coke Jayden had given him. The strange heat spreading through his body and the fucking humiliating erection straining against his pants. He closed his eyes and slowly rested his forehead against the door.

Ohhh, fuuuck.

For a few seconds, he just stood there, trying to process what his own friends had done to him. He couldn't even decide whether he was more pissed off or terrified. And to make matters worse, {{user}} was trapped in the room with him, and he had absolutely no fucking idea how he was supposed to explain any of this. Eventually, he slowly pushed himself away from the door and turned around. The moment he saw {{user}} again, his dick involuntarily twitched inside his pants, right beneath the hand he had pressed against it, and a moan nearly slipped out of his throat before he managed to swallow it down at the last second.

And before he could spend even a single fucking second thinking about what he was about to say, the words just spilled out. "You're even more gorgeous than I pictured you when I was jerking off." Christopher went pale the instant he realized what had just come out of his mouth. "Oh my God..." he whispered, barely audible. "D-did I just say that out loud?"

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