Who Said Otakus Can't Be In Love?

Chapter 2

As Braxton slowly opened the door, Alex saw the layout of his house. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined it to be, a fancy sparkling chandelier hanging from the doorway gave the illusion of opulence and luxury. However, even that couldn't hide the obvious hints of antiquity of the home. The walls plastered in an old-timey white wallpaper were adorned with thrifted paintings. The hardwood floor appeared freshly sweeped yet still felt dusty. Alex expected grandiose glass doors and vibrant blue pools, silverstone kitchens filled with high-tech utensils and overly bright lights that didn't match the mood.

"Woah, your house is pretty sick" Alex commented.

"Shocked you, didn't it? Don't worry you're not the only one" Braxton said coyly. He gestured further into the house.

"As if anyone actually comes over" Alex smirked. He walked past a stone faced Braxton exploring the layout of the living, paying close attention to the finely decorated shelves.

As they arrived at Braxton's room, it was exactly how Alex imagined it. American football paraphernalia: posters, shirts, signed balls.  A huge TV screen stood out. Braxton's bed was medium sized: navy blue sheets tumbled over and unmade, mismatched bright red pillows.

It didn't take long for things to get awkward between both of them.

"Hey bro, you wanna play a game?" Braxton suggested pointing to the TV and gesturing to the bed.

"Sure why not?" Alex agreed.

They both started playing Mario Kart, and Alex kept winning. No matter how hard Braxton tried, he could never beat Alex. Although he was somewhat sore about the repeated losses, he felt happy having someone over the first time. After what seemed like the 100th loss, Braxton threw in the towel and gave up. He lightly tackled Alex, causing him to fall onto the bed.

"Is this revenge for all those losses?" Alex asked.

"Mmm nope, I'm just happy you're over" Braxton grinned. His eyes were earnest, and Alex could tell. They ended up talking and hanging out for the rest of the time, with Braxton still hugging Alex as if he didn't want him to leave.

Soon, Alex decided to leave and return to the solace of his home. The room was illuminated by a singular nightstand lamp. The murky light barely made it to the edge of the room. With the curtains closed, blocking any lurking moonlight that wanted to shine through, only the weak glow of the lamp gave any life to the room. In the solace of his own bed, Alex began slowly stroking. His skinny hands, attuned to the skillful movement of rhythm games, had a wide range of motion. Alex slightly groaned his head back as the thrill hit him, his fingers molding to the shape of his cock.

His breath became slightly sparse, somewhat irregular at times. His back shivered lightly with every stroke. He felt the chill run through his fingers and dissipate. The bewitching voice of a man continued to resound in his head. It was alluring and seductive, yet warm and bright, a combination that Alex would never cease to forget. 

"大丈夫でしょ。だって君弱いもん [Daijōbu desho. Datte kimi yowai mon.]"

"A-aah-ah" Alex moaned loudly. The mere utterance of the phrase "yowai mon" made Alex shudder violently. The words that so easily fell out of Gojo-sensei's mouth at the moment had so much power over Alex. He was subdued before he could even comprehend the meaning of those very words. He wished nothing more than for the words on the tip of Gojo-sensei's tongue to be him. His name. The thought of a fraction of himself simply being inside Gojo-sensei himself was otherworldly. It almost made him cum.

"大丈夫、僕最強だから" [Daijōbu, boku saikyō dakara.]"

"Mmmh-." Gojo-sensei might have referred to his dominance in combative jujutsu, but Alex had other thoughts. His mind was racing at a million miles per hour, and his hands were eager to match that pace. The allure of his tuffy white hair, the richly jeweled blue eyes covered behind his black blindfold. Oh how he wished Gojo-sensei would tie him up with that and stare into him with those lovely eyes of his. Those gilded glowing eyes were piercing, and Alex wanted to hog every second of attention he could.

He could feel the slightly viscous pre-cum dripping down his hands. What would Gojo-sensei taste like? What glory could the holy sword that is Gojo-sensei's massive cock give?

Gojo-sensei was staring at him. His shirt was ripped open displaying a set of hard washboard abs. Alex carefully trailed his clean hand down the pillow, not daring to let even a speck of dust dirty his beloved. His hands reached Gojo-sensei's boxers, and a sharp tinge of heartbreak hit him. He'd never be able to fully see Gojo-sensei's cock before him on his body pillow. That thought broke him inside and tore his heart to millions of tiny pieces.

Just as he was about to go limp from the thought, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked up to see Gojo-sensei staring back at him with his glinted light blue eyes and his cheeky smile. His cock pulsated back to life in the blink of an eye, its firmity mirroring that of an unwavering flag pole.

Their connection was otherworldly. To Alex, there were only two people in this world: him and Gojo-sensei. It was ride or die for this man. Alex increased his stroking speed to insurmountable levels. Even Gojo-sensei with his Six Eyes' ability would have a hard time keeping up with Alex's gamer hands. He felt himself inching closer and closer to the end. His moans grew more erratic. He felt sweat trickle down his chest. He could almost smell the pheromones coming out of him.

He was as ready as he could ever be. Alex felt in his subconscious that this would be his biggest load yet to date. A contender for the Guinness World Records for the largest cum shot of the year. Just as he was about to shoot, he suddenly realized his cock was aimed towards Gojo-sensei.

In a series of micromanaged steps, cultivated by his years of macro-gamer training, he quickly steered his trajectory in the opposite direction.

"Phew, crisis averted," Alex sighed. He'd saved his cherished husband's dignity, safely landing on the urn holding his grandma's ashes. I'd say that was a fair trade.