We're Matching | Gonkillu/Killugon

Take Off (NSFW)

Once upon a—cut the bullshit. Gon woke up in his too-small-to-fuck-in bed. The stupid birds were chirping away again. They wouldn't shut up. And apparently neither would Mito.

"Gon! Get your ass down here! You need to leave!" she yelled up the stairs to him.

"Yeah, yeah Mito! I'll be down in a minute," he hollered back. He really wouldn't be down in a minute, it would be however long it would take for this god forsaken boner to go away. Well, for him to deal with. "Ngghh~" he moaned as he laid down on his bed.

After that shitshow, he ran down the stairs not caring about how he dressed. It's not like anyone else did either. Everyone on campus treated him like royalty, even if he dressed like he was in a circus act.

"You look stupid," Mito reminded him upon looking him over. It's true, he dressed worse than a straight preschooler. As a matter of fact, he was straight. Like a ruler, at least that's what Gon thought.

"I don't care," Gon snapped back. He never got rid of the attitude since puberty hit him hard in seventh grade. Because damn, that was when shit hit the fan.

"I wish you cared more," she said while pushing him out the door.

"Whatever, bye. Love you," he said half-heartedly. He did love her, but Mito got on his last nerve sometimes.

"Yup. Now get to school you lug!" she yelled as Gon's car took off.

When he parked his car in the student lots at his university, he cursed at how tight the spots were. Not great for his white Jeep that shows dirt and scratches so easily. Gon reached back to the back under the driver's seat, and pulled out a beer. He drank the whole bottle before reaching back and doing the same with a second.

His classroom was pretty close to the parking lot, it was only a ten minute walk. Perfect. I'll be six minutes late, Gon thought as he stepped into the room, greeted angrily by a tall man with black hair and glasses. He was glad he was drunk, he couldn't handle these idiots while sober.

"What is your name? You're six minutes late," the man said.

"My name's Gon, and yours?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I am your professor, Mr. Wing," he answered.

"Cool I guess," he muttered as he went to find a seat. The next hour he thought about killing himself four different times. Biology, which happened to be his major, was so boring. He only chose it because Mito wanted him to. He preferred football, the typical fuckboy sport.

After his class he had lunch, which consisted of basic fuckboy snacks. As he sipped his juice box, outside on the bleachers, he overlooked the field. Oh how it would turn him on so much to fuck right in the middle of it. If the girl had a jersey on too, Gon thought he would die.

He soon became bored of his usual food so he decided to stop by a coffee shop for a change. Gon didn't wanna waste time getting his twenty-minutes-away car so he chose walking to the café. The doorbell chimed upon the opening of the door, and he stepped forward to the counter to order a triple shot latte. Gon looked for a seat, drink in hand, until he found an empty one beside a white-haired girl.

"Hello miss, may I sit here?" he asked her.

"Um hello. Yeah I guess. And also, why'd you assume I was a girl?" the ivory puff asked.

"Oh sorry. You just have a nice feminine looking body. Are you a girl?" Gon replied. He felt bad.

The person blushed. "Why don't you find out yourself," the person said, replacing the hint of pink with a devilish smirk.

"Oh? You wanna play that way? You're on," he replied. "But first, what's your name?"

"My name's Killua," he started. "And you?"

"Gon," Gon said while sitting down beside Killua. He smirked while they continued talking, and Killua could tell Gon was slurring his words. Suddenly he felt a hand on his upper thigh.

"What's that for?" Killua asked.

"Oh! Finding out for myself, of course," Gon answered.

"Ah," Killua said, understanding. He liked the feeling of his thighs being touched, it was one of his favourites. He'd never admit it though.

"Mm," Killua was taken by surprise when Gon started to stroke his long member through his pants. All while Killua was biting his lip to hold back a very erotic moan.

He was spreading his thin legs, turning Gon on further. Gon wanted to hear Killua loudly moan. But not here. He wasn't thinking straight. He was a very horny drunk indeed, so he took his hand away when Killua whispered into his ear, "I'm close," and pouted when Gon pulled his hand away.

"Sorry, but I can't have you cumming in a coffee shop. Not for our first time, at least. How about this: we can exchange numbers and meet up later tonight. Sound okay?" he whispered in Killua's ear. Gon still wasn't even processing that Killua was a guy. At this point, he was too turned on and drunk to care.

"Sure," Killua sighed before handing Gon his phone to type in his number. Gon did the same. He looked down to see a tent in Gon's sweatpants. After that, they parted ways and Killua stepped into his car. Killua still had his raging boner as well, so he desperately pulled out his phone to text Gon.

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Gon

Killua
[So um I still have a big problem. Fuck waiting, can you hop into my car so we can take this to my place?]

Gon
[Thank god I do too, yeah I'll meet you. Which one's yours?]

Killua
[The blue one. And thanks a lot dude, this is awesome🙏]

Gon
[Yeah for sure. My 🍆 can't wait lmao]

Killua
[Mine either dammit🍆💦]
[Anyways, see you in a few]

Gon
[Yup. Bye babe😘]

Killua
[Bye bye✌️]

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Once Gon climbed into Killua's passenger seat, they wasted no time taking off to Killua's single-bedroom apartment.

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Forgive me. A new chapter will be up sometime this week. Stay tuned, and thank you for reading.