My crush is a model (OhmFluke)

Friends with benefits

Ohm was already on his way to the garage to get his car when he remembered that he hadn't taken his lip gloss with him and decided to head back to the apartment. Once there, he didn't find Fluke in sight and went straight to his own bedroom. However when he was about to leave, he thought he heard his name being called.

The tall boy looked both ways, not identifying where the sound was coming from, until it repeated itself. "Oohm~!", he could feel the person was calling his name in a way that indicated they were in need or perhaps pain. Instantly preoccupied with his housemate, Ohm opened Fluke's bedroom door without the luxury of knocking or calling first, meeting his eyes with an unexpected scene.

In the middle of the bed, Fluke clutched the magazine containing the latest photoshoot that Ohm had done professionally with one hand, and with the other he was stroking his cock with gusto as he moaned his name. The scene was so intense that the man didn't even know what to do or think. On the other hand, Fluke still seemed so lost in his own pleasure that he seemed oblivious to the fact that an audience was watching him.

With his breath still trapped in his own throat, Ohm was finding it difficult to swallow and clear his way to say something. However, his body reacted better and he felt his own member looking very excited about the scene before him. Ohm was practically drooling, but one of his brain cells still had the mood to make him act decent.

"F-Fluke…", he called moderately, almost regretting interrupting his friend.

What neither of them expected is that the surprise of having his name called precisely by that hoarse voice he fantasized about, made the boy who was present in the bed reach his climax even faster. Fluke came, his semen staining the sheets and spilling over Ohm's picture in the magazine. For some reason, the flesh-and-blood model felt jealous that he wasn't the one tasting the liquid that had been wasted. However, he soon had his thoughts cut off because his friend called him in a tone of despair.

"Ohm?! What are you doing here in my room?!", Fluke asked, very embarrassed and without elaborating any valid justification for his condition at the moment. It was all too clear that he was jerking off looking at Ohm's picture, it was needless to explain.

"Uh, am I by any chance interrupting something?", Ohm got back to his senses and walked into the room with a smug smile on his lips.

Fluke's brain short-circuited. On the one hand he was extremely aroused - and already felt his blood pooling next to his ears; he was probably looking like a red tomato - but on the other he was terrified and embarrassed after being caught like that.

"Ohm, please leave!", Fluke said lowering his head trying to hide himself, tears almost falling from his eyes. So many years hiding his secret crush to be discovered like this. "Will he feel bad about this?", "Does Ohm think I'm gross? ", were thoughts running through his head.

In turn, the taller one noticed his friend's discomfort. They'd known each other their entire lives, so it was easy to read Fluke as if he was his own hand.

"Hey… may I help you?", he asked raising the delicate chin and making Fluke look at him directly.

"H-how?", Fluke whispered almost shaking.

"I think the real version must be way better than a magazine page, huh?", Ohm said stepping closer to Fluke and taking his luscious lips into his own.