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[otakulobster-blog]

WELP.

As their shift ends, two grown men shut down their laptops and stretch, closing them. Their names are Ed and Zack, best friends and working buddies in their workplace. Ed looks to his left as he raises his arms over his head, stretching and purring. “So you wanna grab a beer and play some video games at my house tonight?.” He says in a cheerful tone, “Since you know, our girlfriends out for their girl’s night, why not have a bro’s night?” He picks up his tablet and stuffs it in his bag, grabbing his puppy printed mug. “Sure, why not?” Zack replies, grabbing his Star Trek mug and sipping it slowly. Ed nods and pushes his chair in, pulling his coat over his shoulder and holding it with one hand. “We’ll take the same car, wanna take mine? The girls didn’t take it and I’ll text you’d girlfriend to pick you up in your car at my house.” Ed explains, jingling his keys and grinning at Zack walking behind him. Ed puts his phone in his pants pocket and walks out the door, holding it for the blonde behind him. They both have been friends for a while, since middle school. They have gone everywhere together, during high school they tried some things together to bring them even more together, noting that they were under waves of hormones. They were rabbits in heat. Zack spent his time during high school over at Ed’s to take care of himself, and finding himself familiar with Ed’s member. As Zack walks to Ed’s car, he remembers these things and blushes, they both were pansexual. Zack swallowed hard and open the car door. Ed starts the car and pulls out of the lot, Zack looks out the window and spaces out. Not knowing what he will endure in the next couple or hours.

The door to the house swings open, hitting the wall beside it as the two walk in. Ed kicks off his shoes and dumps his coat to the floor, Zack putting his on the coat rack gently. “Hey asshole what time is it?,” Ed asks, “9:30, how much alcohol you got?” Zack says, plopping himself o the couch and turning on the Xbox. “Jack Daniels, Captain Morganne, Finland Vodka, shits good with cinnamon.” Ed says, bringing out the vodka into two glasses. “Give me whatever you got, I plan to black out,” Zack says laughing, grabbing the Xbox controllers as Ed walks over with the alcohol.

Ed sets down the alcohol on the glass coffee table and grabs a controller. “Hey, I have a game,” he says, snickering, “Every time I kill you in Team Death-match, you take a shot of a Nick Keller.” Pointing at the t.v screen, “I am a master of Call of Duty,” Zack says grinning, holding out his hand to seal the deal, “If I kill you, you take a shot, go get the bottle.” Ed gets up and grabs the bottle, returning and starting the match.

The match ends with Zack hanging his head low, Ed pats him on the back and pours out how many times he killed him in 3 minutes. 5 shot glasses are set on the table as the drink is prepared. Closing the lid of the bottle and sprinkling each drink with cinnamon, Ed ruffles Zack’s hair and picks his head up. “Take your medicine, asswipe.” Zack looks at the alcohol and at Ed again, “I hate you so much right now.” Zack says as he lines up the glasses. He grabs glass one after the other and brigs it to his mouth, swallowing fast. He empties each glass and sets the last one down, shaking his head from side to side quick and groaning “I better not get a hangover.” He says as he punches Ed in the arm.

Minutes go by and the alcohol takes effect, they stop playing video games and watch t.v, Ed sipping his drink slowly as Zack lays on the couch and groans.

Zack closes his eyes, thinking more of how Ed and him were in highschool. How Ed would help him after school. How Ed would know if Zack needed some extra attention to areas. Zack swallowed hard at missing his sweet thrusts. He starts to blush at feeling his member throb against his pants, he needed to take attention to it or Ed may find out. Zack perks up and opens his eyes as he hears chuckling from Ed. Too late, we’re caught. “I thought at least YOU would have a whiskey dick when drunk,” Ed says and downs his drink completely, “Honestly.” Zack goes to reply but chokes on his words, his throat going numb. Zack rolls off the couch and picks himself up weakly, running to the bathroom. He stumble in and kneels, shaking as Ed walks behind him. Zack shakes and grips his sides as he vomits, some getting on him as well. Zack stands up and faces Ed, drunkly wiping the vomit off his face and onto his sleeve. “Damn man…” Ed says, “We need to clean you up, you’ll stink up the house,” Zack nods. “Give me your clothes, I’ll do a load of laundry.” He says calmly. Zack takes off his clothing and covers his throbbing area, Ed already smiling a bit and pulling his hands away. “You think I would mind seeing your cock again?~,” Ed purrs and Zack blushes hotly, panting a bit from arousal. Ed rubs Zack’s shaft slowly with a hand, watching Zack moan weakly. “Let me go put these in the wash and I’ll help you get in the shower.” Ed closes the door and returns quick. “I-I can help myself…” Zack says weakly, walking to the shower sloppily. “You’re gonna hurt yourself,” Ed says, grabbing a hold of Zacks arm, “You’ll slip and fall in there, I’ll keep this between the girls.” Zack accepts his help and Ed climbs in as well, fully clothed. Ed turns on the shower and beats warm water on Zack, blushing a bit at how much attention his cock needed. Ed kneels down and licks it sweetly, feeling Zack moan and pant, slightly panicking. “H-hey! S-stop that! Ed!~” Zack bites his lip and thrusts into his mouth, grabbing Ed’s hair and making his deepthroat. Ed gags a bit and unzips his pants, bringing out his member and rubbing himself slowly.