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works/8659.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tennis_no_Oujisama_|_Prince_of_Tennis
  Relationship:
      Mizuki_Hajime/Fuji_Yuuta
  Character:
      Mizuki_Hajime, Fuji_Yuuta
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Kink_Meme, Porn_Watching
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-11-14 Words: 658
****** Helping Hand ******
by Lys_ap_Adin_(lysapadin)
Summary
     Friendship is all about lending a helping hand when it's needed.
Notes
     Written for the Kink_Meme for the prompt "Mizuki and Yuuta, straight-
     boy handjobs while watching some of Mizuki's porn." Quite possibly
     the most teenaged-guyish thing I have ever written. Porn, obviously.
     652 words.
"Hey, look at this," Mizuki-san said, angling his laptop so that Yuuta could
see the screen, and that was how Yuuta found out that Mizuki-san had finally
gotten around to cracking the school's content filters on the wireless network.
On the screen, a skinny blonde chick was bouncing up and down on some guy's
cock, face contorted. Mizuki-san nudged the volume up a little louder, so they
could hear the little gasping cries she made every time she sank down on him.
"Look at her tits," Mizuki-san added, reverently, but Yuuta was already staring
at them, high and small and round, peaked and moving just as much as she was.
"Damn."
Yuuta thought he may have muttered something in reply, but his eyes were
fastened to the screen and the way she flexed and twisted. The camera zoomed in
on her pussy, wet and swollen, and the cock that was sliding in and out of her,
and all of a sudden he was conscious of his own cock, hard and throbbing in his
slacks. "Um," he said, shifting in his seat, spreading his legs wider.
"Yeah," Mizuki-san said, sounding breathless himself. He made another sound as
the camera panned, showing the flex of her ass, round and smooth, and the guy's
cock still moving in and out of her. "God."
Yuuta wet his lips, feeling the heat on his face and down his throat. "That's--
holy fuck." The guy flipped them over and spread her legs wide and started
pounding into her. She grabbed onto the headboard, head thrown back and blonde
hair spread across the pillows, wailing with every thrust. Yuuta's cock was
aching in his slacks, and his hips were lifting just a little, involuntary.
"Oh, fuck, I've got to--Mizuki-san..."
"Do me and I'll do you," Mizuki-san said, hoarse, which wasn't what Yuuta had
meant at all. Before he could say so, Mizuki-san had reached over and started
fumbling at his fly. The heat of his hand and the pressure of it were so good
that Yuuta's protests died unspoken, and he groaned at the first rough fumble
of Mizuki-san's fingers around him. He rocked into Mizuki-san's fist, panting
with the feel of someone else's hand jerking him off, eyes fixed on the screen
and the blonde and the way her breasts shook as the guy fucked her, until
Mizuki-san grunted his name.
It was weird, sticking his hands into Mizuki-san's underwear to wrap around his
cock, smooth and hot like his own, but shaped differently, but the motion was
the same and Mizuki-san hissed his approval. On the screen, the blonde wailed
one final time, thrashing against the sheets. The guy pulled out and slithered
up the bed, and the camera zoomed in again on his fist moving on his cock and
her face, flushed and damp. The soundtrack was all his hoarse groans and their
panting when he finally came, spurting all over her open mouth and pink tongue.
"Oh my god," Yuuta gasped, shocked, and came all over Mizuki-san's fist,
shaking with the force of it.
Mizuki-san groaned at him, desperate, and he tightened his hand around Mizuki-
san's cock, stroking faster, until Mizuki-san gave a choked-off cry and his
hips jerked.
Yuuta made a face at the mess of it and reached for the box of tissues Mizuki-
san kept by his bed to wipe his hand clean, a cold awkward feeling stealing
through him at what they'd just done. How the hell was he going to look Mizuki-
san in the eye after this?
On the screen, the blonde was licking her lips clean and smiling, eyes dazed
and sleepy, and then the video cut off.
In the sudden silence after, Mizuki-san cleared his throat. "Another?" he
suggested, fingers hovering over the touchpad.
Yuuta glanced at the row of thumbnails at the bottom of the screen, and lost
the battle with his conscience. "Yeah," he said. "Please."
- end -
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