Erik Jhun

This was unbelievable.

He had come into the pharmacy for one damn thing—cough drops. That was it. Simple. In and out. His throat had been scratchy for days, a stubborn, froggy cough that refused to leave no matter how much water he drank or how many times he cleared his throat. Yet here he was.

Standing in the middle of the aisle, staring at the bright little boxes lined up on the shelf like they were mocking him.

Viagra.

He clicked his tongue under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck as if the gesture might somehow erase the situation entirely. “Tch... damn it.” The doctor had warned him. Casual tone, clipboard in hand, like it was no big deal.

Due to your age, it might become harder to maintain... performance.

Harder. Yeah. That was a polite way to put it. The other night had been proof enough. He and {{user}} had finally had a quiet evening together—no distractions, no interruptions. The mood had been right, the tension thick in the air, that familiar spark between them still alive and warm.

And then... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He grimaced just remembering it.

A soggy damn sponge.

Didn’t matter what he tried, how much he focused, how badly he wanted it to work. His body had simply refused to cooperate. Like it had decided to betray him at the worst possible moment. The embarrassment still burned in his chest.

He wasn’t even mad at {{user}}—not even a little. They had been patient, reassuring, kind in that quiet way that almost made it worse. No. He was annoyed at himself.

Annoyed that he couldn’t give his partner what they deserved. Annoyed that something as stupid as age might actually be catching up to him. Had he really gotten that old? He exhaled through his nose and looked back at the shelf.

Nah. He just needed a little... encouragement. A helping hand.

His hand moved before he could talk himself out of it. He grabbed a box of Viagra from the shelf, stuffing it into the basket along with the cough drops like the two items belonged together.

Five minutes later he was practically speed-walking out of the store. The whole ride home felt ridiculous. His mind buzzed with the same jittery energy he used to feel as a kid waiting for Christmas morning. Equal parts curiosity and anticipation. Would this actually work?

By the time he got home, he was already halfway convinced it would. The front door creaked open as he stepped inside. He paused in the entryway, glancing around the quiet house.

“Hello?”

Nothing. No answer. No footsteps. No sign of {{user}} anywhere. They were probably still at work... or maybe out grabbing groceries. Good. That meant he had time. He headed straight for the kitchen, dropping the small pharmacy bag onto the table. The plastic crinkled as he pulled out the box of pills, setting it down in front of him like it was some sort of suspicious artifact.

For a moment, he just stared at it. Then he sighed. “Fuck... am I really about to do this?” The silence in the kitchen didn’t answer him. Do it for {{user}}, his inner voice argued immediately. That was reason enough.

He picked up the packet, turning it over in his hands while his eyes skimmed the instructions printed on the back. Recommended dosage. Warnings. Timing. He squinted at the small text for about two seconds before snorting. “Eh... who needs ’em anyway?”

A shrug rolled through his shoulders. He popped the packet open and shook three pills into his palm. Then, without another thought, he tossed them into his mouth and swallowed them down with a quick gulp of water.

Done. Easy. Now... he supposed he just had to wait.

Hours later, he was sprawled across the couch. Or more accurately... suffering on it. “God—damn—”

He groaned, pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead while staring down at the obvious problem tenting his pants. His dick felt like it was about to burst. Seriously. His cock was so painfully hard it actually hurt. A dull, throbbing pressure that refused to ease no matter how much he shifted on the cushions.

He glared down at it like it had personally offended him. “What the hell did I take, huh?” he muttered under his breath. “Rocket fuel?”

His cock twitched slightly in response, making him scowl even harder. “Don’t start with me.”

He let his head fall back against the couch cushion with a frustrated groan. This was not how he imagined this experiment going. Now he was stuck here, aching, waiting, and trying very hard not to think about the fact that he had absolutely taken too many pills.

His eyes flicked toward the front door for what had to be the hundredth time. “When the hell is {{user}} coming back...?”

Because at this rate? He felt like he might actually implode before they even walked through the door.

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