Masky's P.O.V:
I'd managed to wander through the maze of halls without encountering anyone, Toby was dozing peacefully In my arms as I pushed open my door with my foot. Quietly, I set him down on the bed and began to gently declothe him so he wasn't going to get too warm and wake up. He needs all the sleep he can get cause boy is he going to be ill in the morning. I had just pulled off his jeans and was about to move away, when he suddenly grabbed my wrist. I looked up in shock at his half-lidded expression, gulping,
"Toby?" And without warning, my hand was moved down, brushing over the material of blue boxers.
"Please..." He whispered, his grip on my arm tightening slightly as he manoeuvred my fingers up against his stomach, he shivered in content. "Please..." His offhand slid over, snaking over my leg and settling at my hip, I gave his member a squeeze of my own accord. His reaction was more than I had expected, throwing back his head and arching his spine an a way that screamed 'more'. "I wanna play..." He whispered out, that slur still ever present. I feel bad about what I'm doing, he's drunk. He doesn't know what he's saying... But there's that one part of me that hopes he doesn't remember at all.
I'm still straight as far as my mind is concerned. I haven't had the time or energy to battle this out in my brain, so this is strange for me. Him bringing the incident that most probably awaits us up tomorrow will probably startle me, once the thrill of the atmosphere has ebbed away. But still I carried on, leaning down to sloppily kiss him as I worked off my jacket, his fingers fumbling with my belt. He's drunk. He won't be shy. I threw away my shirt and pushed my jeans down to my knees, sitting next to him and yanking down his boxers along with my own. His hand immediately grasped my limp cock and I threw back my head, letting a small growl of pleasure escape my lips as he pumped. Holy shit it felt better when someone else did it! He quickly removed his hand to lick his palm a few times before resuming. I hesitantly reached over to his throbbing need and began to stroke, repaying the favour. We both moaned in time as the pleasure grew more apparent, me bucking my hips into his hand. Pre-cum began to drip from the head of his dick, making it easier to move my fist. 'I can't believe I'm actually jacking off another guy...' I thought to myself in disbelief. A few more strokes pushed us over the edge as we came, trying to be as quiet as we could, Toby having to bite on his hand. We fell back, breathing heavily as we slowly intertwined our sweating, burning bodies, staring into eachother's eyes.
"That was amazing..." He panted, "Love you..."
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, passionately kissing him.
"I love you too, Toby, don't ever forget it."
