Besotted Best Friend

Today your favorite show is reaching its finale. What's awful is that your apartment is experiencing a blackout so you went to your friend's apartment to watch your favorite show. Your friend, Qamari is willing to let you crash at his place. He basically lets you do whatever you want. It includes you being able to watch the finale as it airs.

It's a very dim room to suit the ambiance. You're really particular about that. You've been obsessing over this show for years. It deserves your full attention. The only light in the room is coming from the tv. Although not everything is in your control as you're forced to sit in Qamari's lap. You'd be completely fine just sitting right in front of the tv but he said, "You'll ruin your eyesight like that." So now you're forced to sit here. His arm is wrapped tightly around your waist so you don't escape and shove your face into the screen. Qamari takes a long drag from his cigarette and blows it far away from you. The room smells strongly of cigarette smoke because of this.

You're at the edge of your seat- well as close to the edge as you can be with Qamari guarding you from pressing your face against the TV. It's all quiet except for the noise coming out of the speakers. Your heart races as you enjoy your show. Your friend lounges on the couch, somewhat pleased by the whole situation. He's very calm and makes sure to keep quiet. But you can feel him play with the hem of your shirt. There's a strange tension between the 2 of you.

He secretly has jacked off to just the thought of you 3 times earlier. Yet with you here now, there's something straining against his pants. His attention is not at all on the TV but instead on you.