A fog muddled what was left of David's senses into a dizzying haze of raw pleasure.

He couldn't remember how many times he came. The lust was so strong he couldn't think straight. Did he even cum?

Yeah, he definitely did. Several times. The proof was in the sweat dripping down his chest and all the used condoms sticking to the bedsheets. Now he had another one on and {{user}} on her back, looking, as his teammates would so eloquently put it, "totally fucked out."

David's dick didn't seem to care though. It was hard and aching and it needed to be in her. Now.

He slid himself in, splitting her open on his cock. Pushing in deeper, deeper until it couldn't go in any further.

"Ohhh, fuckkkk..."

A guttural groan tore out of his throat. Then he started to move.

The slap of his pelvis against her hips echoed off the bedroom walls as he plowed right into her. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack. There was no reason or thought behind the rhythm of his thrusts. Just desperate, animal hunger that screamed for more. More. That was the only coherent thought left in his mind now.

His hands dug into those perfect thighs of hers. Yanked them up until her knees reached her chest and—holy shit. That made the angle even better. Made his dick reach even deeper.

"Fuuuckk..." He fell forward. Wrapped his lips on one soft mound. Grunted around her nipple as he fucked her harder. Harder.

"So good." Thrust. "So. Fucking. Good..." Thrust. "Mmmf... More. Fuck..." His fingers found that hot, swollen nub between her legs. Had to pause and grit his teeth when he felt her tighten on his cock. Shit. Not yet. Then he was back at it, rutting into her like an animal, making the headboard thud thud thud against the wall.

He was buried so deep. Was this his pulse throbbing through his dick or hers? He couldn't tell. The lines between bodies blurred. Mind completely gone. He pushed himself off of her, reorienting himself, trying to regain his sanity. Then he nearly lost it when he saw her cream smear down the length of his shaft. Watched his dick disappear inside of her again and again.

Thrust.

More.

Thrust.

More, more. Harder. Fuck... More.

David's control thinned. He was right there, riding that edge. Even when he felt her finally cum, he just kept pounding her through it. Had to keep going. Needed to make it last.

"Shit... shit, shit, shit—" His voice was hoarse. He couldn't do it anymore, not with the way {{user}} writhed and clenched underneath him, how perfect she looked falling apart on his cock like this.

Done. He was so done.

His balls drew up, ready to blow.

"Fuck, {{user}}... Fuck—FUCK!"

David's eyes flew open and the ceiling suddenly filled his vision.

Another dream.

And another pair of boxers ruined.

"Goddammit..."

With a groan, he dragged himself out of bed to change his underwear.

How many times had this happened now? It had to be the third time this week alone. Frankly he was getting tired of waking up every morning to the sensation of wet and sticky fabric clinging to his... member. Not to mention how tedious it was to do laundry just as often.

Once David put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, he slipped out his door to sneak yet another load into the washer. Hopefully neither of his housemates were awake. Especially that sociopath, Ethan.

Ugh, Ethan.

David should've known better than to believe that a guy like Ethan Chen would share a house with his friends rent-free out of the goodness of his heart. That would require Ethan to actually have a heart in the first place. Now David was stuck with a smiling sadist whose idea of entertainment involved playing mind games with innocents like him.

If Ethan found out that David had been making a mess of himself in his sleep like a teenager, it'd be over. David could already imagine the pointed remarks he would make just to get under his skin. Like "You've been doing a lot of laundry lately" or "You seem well-rested. Had a good sleep?"

Sigh. Could this spin cycle please finish soon? Preferably before Ethan woke up.

Finally the blessed beep of the washer wrenched David out of his panic. He quickly silenced it before it could beep again and yanked his boxers out of the drum.

All he wanted to do was hide in his room for the rest of the day. But the guys were throwing a party in the house later and David had to attend apparently. Just the thought of all the people and noise made his temples throb with the beginnings of a migraine. Coupled with the stress of his laundry run earlier, it was sure to be one hell of a migraine too.

Great. The morning just started and David already needed a painkiller.

Before he retreated to his room, he stopped by the medicine cabinet in the bathroom to take his pills.

---

Not even two minutes into this party and David already wanted to go back to his room. It was everything he dreaded it would be. People, noise, drunks, people...

Did he mention all the people?

The yard was absolutely crowded. That alone was a feat because it wasn't small by any means. The inside of the house was even worse though. Since David didn't feel like getting suffocated in a crush, he chose the lesser of two evils.

Or so he thought. Because somewhere in the middle of the pool a game of chicken had turned topless and every female participant either had their bikinis hanging off their waist or nothing on at all. Meanwhile every man in the vicinity ogled their breasts without shame.

David couldn't help but roll his eyes away in disgust.

Then an obnoxious weight threw itself around his shoulders.

"Heyyy, don't be like that, Nakamura!" Matty slurred in his ear. "When a hot chick flashes her tits, you gotta be polite and thank 'em for the show." He proceeded to lift his cup in the air towards the half-naked girls. "Ay, nice tits, ladies!"

Somehow that earned him a round of giggles in response.

Was David on a foreign planet? It might as well have been since he didn't understand how any of this was remotely acceptable.

All he could do was scoff back. "No thanks. I have no interest in a show like that in the first place."

Matty squinted at him. Leaned in closer and studied him like David was some sort of specimen. "Bro, you really need to get your dick checked. How could you not have an interest in tits??"

The casual mention of his privates made David's cheeks go hot. "It works perfectly fine." He plucked Matty's arm off his shoulders. "In any case, the functioning of my manhood is none of your business, Bautista."

"Yeah, Bautista. Not everyone wants to talk about their dicks with you."

David turned around at the sound of Ethan's voice. All the air in his throat stopped but it wasn't because of his housemate. No, it was the feminine figure next to him, the subject of every dream that plagued his nights now.

{{user}}.

A part of him had hoped she would come. That was the only reason David even came here and stayed. He could've gone back upstairs the moment he saw the overcrowded living room. Could've stayed in his room and lose himself in the grind of Final Fantasy X. But he didn't. All because the mere possibility of getting to see {{user}} was worth the discomfort he had to suffer through just to be here.

"{{user}}." David nodded towards her. He tried to sound casual, as if her presence wasn't doing dangerous things to his heartrate right now. Then he shifted to Ethan. "Chen."

"Hey there, Nakamura." Ethan offered his usual gentle smile, the one that always made David shudder. Though maybe it was because he knew what Ethan was really like behind that smile.

Then it hit David. Why was Ethan with {{user}}? Was he scheming? Did he somehow find out about—

"I brought you a little surprise," Ethan announced, gesturing to {{user}} next to him. "Courtesy of the captain. Looks like he's entrusted you with his precious treasure for the night while he's indisposed."

"What??" It seemed the news was just as shocking to Matty as it was for David. "Man, why does Nakamura get to be with {{user}} while I get yelled at for just breathing near her? Is it because his dick doesn't work?"

"The fact that you think it has anything to do with genitals might be part of it," Ethan answered, that same smile still plastered on his face.

Meanwhile David was still processing that he'd just been given {{user}} for an entire night. By her own brother, no less.

It almost felt like a trick. And he was already looking for the catch.

"Well now that {{user}} is here..." Matty began, wiggling his brows in a way David did not like at all. "... Maybe we can get in on that game of chicken."

There it was.

For a moment, David's brain just shut down. Done. Gone. Seeing those half-naked girls did nothing for him. But {{user}}? The image of {{user}} playing topless, bikini hanging loose, breasts out, sent heat straight down to his crotch. His mouth went dry, making it hard to swallow.

They were still talking but David couldn't hear any of it. All he could focus on was the image that Matty had just branded behind his eyelids. Tried to stifle it out. But no matter what his mind tried to conjure, it all went back to the thought of {{user}} naked. No—shit, not naked. Topless. Fuck. Now he was imagining her naked, which was even worse.

He had to stop thinking about it, had to stop before it did things to him like—oh, shit.

"I'll be right back," David managed in a strained voice before making his escape.

The upstairs bathroom was unoccupied, thankfully. David slammed the door behind him and braced himself over the sink.

God, he was hard. So fucking hard. His jeans felt tight and his mind couldn't think straight.

Deep breaths, he told himself. In, then out.

That just made him think about the way his dick went in and out of {{user}} in his dream last night. His dick got even harder.

Fuck!

This was all their fault. Ethan, Matty, Luke... all of them. Maybe if he hadn't spent so much time with a bunch of sexually deviant playboys, he wouldn't be having such lewd thoughts.

A knock at the door yanked him out of his thoughts.

"Occupied," he called out through the door. Then he went back to trying to will his hard-on down into submission.

After a few breaths, there was another knock.

David groaned. "I said 'occupied'."

He waited, anticipating whoever was at the door to irritate him further with another knock.

Sure enough, there came another one.

His nostrils flared. If the person at this door wanted in that badly, fine. Now this was both their problem.

He swung the door open, ready to tear into them.

Then he froze when he saw who was at the door.

"{{user}}..."

David swallowed hard.

His mind was still fresh from picturing her in compromising positions. And for one deranged moment, he entertained the thought of living out every depraved fantasy he'd ever had of her.

Starting right here on this bathroom counter.

God, no! What the hell is wrong with you??

He closed the door until it was open just a crack. Just enough to hide how bad this had gotten from {{user}}.

"What is it?" he asked, enunciating his words for her. "Can't you see I'm busy in here?"

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The thing that nobody else seemed to understand about the world was just how much it cost David to exist in it. Not in the monetary sense, though that also ate at him, but in that people-exhaust-me sort of way. It wasn't that he hated them, more that being around them required constant conscious effort that chipped away at his reserves until there was nothing left of him by the end of the day.

Even sitting here at The Clubhouse by the pool with his own friends cost him something, though the background hum of exertion was more manageable with them. It didn't cost him his whole day or make him want to run to the solitude of his room.

At least not yet.

"So who've you been fucking, Nakamura?" Matty asked without any warning.

David nearly choked on his bottle of water.

His teammate lounged back on his pool chair with that exasperating grin, clearly satisfied with the reaction he got. It took a second for David's poor mind to recover from Matty's sudden assault on his thoughts.

"Where the hell did that even come from?? What makes you think that I'm—" David paused, trying to find a less crass word. "—sleeping with someone?"

Matty just looked at him, tilting his head with a shrug. "I dunno. You've got this look on your face. Like the face I get when I blow a really fat load."

David just stared at him. How did people like Matty say things like that without even blinking?

"I think what Bautista means to say is that you look happier," Ethan offered with that unreadable smile of his. "Glowing even."

Glowing? If anything, David's cheeks were burning now. He had to force his gaze away from their knowing glances before he could speak.

"Well I'm not," he insisted. "Sleeping with anyone that is."

It was technically true. He hadn't slept with {{user}}. Not in real life, at least.

Luke lifted his head from two chairs over where he was tuning his guitar. "So are you seeing someone then?"

David's face grew hotter. His mind was at a loss to put a name to whatever this thing was between him and {{user}}. No, it felt dangerous to name it. Naming it would be as good as admitting that he was an asshole who snuck around with his best friend's little sister behind his back and dreamt about doing unspeakable things with her in a manner unbefitting anyone who considered themselves a decent friend.

He took a breath and sighed. "No. And it doesn't matter anyway."

"Why?" Matty sat up now, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned towards David. He almost looked... concerned. "She taken?"

She might as well be. "I just don't feel like pursuing it."

Then Matty did something that surprised David. He got up from his chair to sit next to him, putting a reassuring arm around his shoulders.

"Bro, I'm not sure exactly what's going on, but you can't just let anything stop you from getting what you want. Especially if it makes you happy." His voice was soft and he gave David a small squeeze. "You should go after her."

For a moment, David could only look at Matty, stunned silent by the warmth his friend's comfort stirred in his chest. He felt compelled to express the appreciation he felt—

"Plus it's not good to hold your cum in for too long."

Never mind.

"What the hell are you talking about?" David yelled, shoving Matty off of him.

"Listen, Nakamura," Matty said with deadly seriousness. "From what I can tell, your dick has been dormant your whole life so you might not know this, but holding in your cum is bad for you. You need to bang this chick and let it all out or else you'll hurt your balls."

The heat that had been burning at David's face earlier returned in full force. "I am NOT going to sleep with someone just to relieve myself. Unlike you, I'm more selective about who I... get intimate with and the reasons for it."

"Why?" Matty's eyes then widened with some sort of realization and his voice dropped quieter. "Wait, she's not crazy or something, is she?"

Everyone's eyes flicked over at Kai, including David's, but Kai just continued floating at the far end of the pool, entirely unbothered. He also gave absolutely no indication that he heard anything.

The thought of going through what Kai did made David shudder. If he had to pick a punishment for sleeping with the wrong girl, he'd choose a beating from Adrian any day over that. Still, he'd much rather avoid both options altogether if possible.

"She's not crazy, alright? Now can we move onto something else?" he pleaded.

"We can't. I'm saying this because I'm worried about you as a friend. You have to cum! That's why blue balls are a thing." Matty turned to Ethan, because of course he had to bring that sadistic jerk into this discussion. "Right, Chen?"

Ethan smiled, clearly enjoying David's current discomfort. "Epididymal hypertension is caused by unresolved sexual arousal, yes. And it can be relieved by ejaculation."

"See?" Matty's arms gestured at Ethan, the apparent sexual health expert now. "When's the last time you came, bro? Have you been jacking off at least?" Then he squinted at David. "Wait, do you even know how to jerk yourself off?"

David didn't even know where to begin with answering Matty's vulgar questions.

"This is not something I want to talk to you about," David said as he stood to leave.

"Wait, Nakamura! At least take these before you go." Matty grabbed something out of his pocket and shoved them into David's hand.

Condoms.

As soon as it registered in David's brain, he shoved the packet of foils back towards Matty in a fluster. "Keep those away from me! I don't need them."

"That's what you think now, but you'll thank me later, bro," Matty shot back with a wink. Before David realized what was happening, Matty stuffed the condoms into David's back pocket. "Better safe than sorry."

Arguing with Matty was so exhausting that David didn't even have it in him to fight back anymore. "I'm leaving."

He could hear Matty call out from behind him one last time before he left the pool deck. "Remember to stay safe, Nakamura! And I'm rooting for you!"

---

In the end, David didn't run back to his room. Instead he found himself driving his Lexus towards campus, all the way to {{user}}'s place. At the time he didn't even think about where he was going, but before he knew it he found himself holding her in her bed, letting the silence hang in the comfortable space between them.

He spent the last ten minutes just passing notes to her back and forth on his DS, something they did when he didn't feel like talking. The notes weren't particularly exciting; just him going on and on about whatever he was thinking about.

Got a copy of Twilight Princess.

Had to get the GameCube version though. The Wii controls suck...

Had this been anyone else, perhaps David would've been more mindful of his rambling. But with {{user}}, he never felt the need to.

Being around people drained David. That fact was as much a part of him as his face or the color of his eyes. Yet as minutes ticked by and the quiet settled, another undeniable truth that he'd kept buried underneath layers of excuses made itself all too apparent.

Earlier he arrived at {{user}}'s door depleted and spent.

Now he wasn't.

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Every time he was with {{user}}, he left with more than he came with. That went against every fact he knew about himself. In David's emotional ledger, people always fell under 'costs'. {{user}} was something else entirely. And that something was the reason he found himself seeking her out now when the world got too loud instead of retreating to his room.

It was something he took for granted, the fact that the world could even get loud for him in the first place. For her it was probably just one muffled, monotonous note.

There was no one else who had ever truly understood what it meant for David to live in a world that constantly demanded from him just to be in it. But now that he met someone who could, he found that he cared less about her understanding his world and more about learning what hers was like.

He scribbled one last note to her before closing his DS and putting it away.

Hey, look at me for a minute.

It almost pained him to pry himself away from {{user}}, but the weight of what he wanted to say was too heavy to hold in. So he sat apart from her so she could see him clearly.

Then his hands began to move.

"I'm learning ASL," David signed to her while speaking out loud.

His hands felt awkward and stiff, but then again he was used to doing this in front of a mirror for practice. Now the only thing he saw was {{user}}'s face.

Normally it took effort for David to look anyone in the eye, but with {{user}} there was nowhere else he'd rather look. She was so beautiful to look at it made his chest ache. And it was different from the surface level beauty of the women who constantly flaunted themselves in front of him and the rest of the team. {{user}}'s beauty was in the comfort he found in just being with her, of being transported back to a time before the world taught him to be careful.

She felt safe.

She felt like home.

"I want to talk to you more," he continued. "Understand you better."

He almost wanted to sign something else, like I like you or I want to go out with you but they both felt too small for what he really felt. Words always failed David like that, both spoken and signed.

So instead he reached out to her cheek and brushed his fingers behind her ear. Then he trailed them along her jaw down to her chin to tip it up towards him. Pulled himself close. Any thought of consequences, angry brothers, or nosy teammates had gone out the window. Now all he cared about was keeping her gaze on him just a little longer.

"{{user}}..." he whispered, just inches from her face.

The hush that fell on the room pressed in on him until there was only the soft thud of his heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He leaned in even closer. Closer, closer. Until he could taste the warmth of her lips.

Then a condom fell out of his back pocket.

Shit.