Word count: 2068
Gojo: 18
Geto: 18
"Suguru..?"
Gojo feels a hand on his stomach and a chest against his back, blushing immediately at the situation he's woken up to.
This wasn't the first time a hang out with Geto had turned into a sleepover, and even though they always shared Geto's twin sized bed, they had never slept like this.
Memories of the night before flooded Gojo's mind. He had been visiting Geto's dorm to play the game they had been working on for a few weeks and before they knew it it was nearly 1:00 am and they were both fighting to keep their eyes open.
"You should just stay the night, I don't want you walking around by yourself at this hour of the night." Geto frowned, yawning and patting the spot beside him at the edge of the bed.
"mm.. okayy" Gojo mumbled as he flopped down into his assigned spot, falling asleep to the feeling of Geto's back against his own as his chest rose and fell gently.
"Hmm?" Geto grumbled, clearly still asleep, bringing Gojo's attention back to the present.
"You're uh.. a little close.." Gojo could feel every detail of Geto's toned torso against his back through the thin fabric of their shirts.
Geto slowly opened his eyes to the sight of bright white hair illuminated in the darkness just in front of his eyes, suddenly feeling the contact of Gojo's soft body against his own. Mumbling under his breath, he tightened his grip on Gojo's hip and stomach, the only thing on his mind being the sleep he'd like to return to.
"Is that a problem?" Gojo shivered at the low sound of Geto's tired voice, not quite wanting him to let go.
"N-no! It's just... I'm getting a little warm.." Gojo's shakey words making Geto smirk slightly as he realized the effect the close proximity was having on Gojo.
"You ok Satoru? I can feel how fast your heart is beating..." Geto brought his legs up to cup Gojo's thighs and ass against his crotch, testing his luck.
Gojo froze. He silently cursed himself for being so easy to read. But he knew he wasn't the only one thinking what he was. He lightly pressed his hips down into Geto's legs, immediately feeling the bulge forming in Geto's sweat pants, his breath hitching.
Geto's smirk grew into a full on smile at the action, slowly sliding his hand down Gojo's stomach and onto his inner thigh, gripping at the smooth skin where his shorts had rode up his legs in his sleep.
"Mm.. what're you doing Suguru?" Barely holding back a breathy moan, Gojo slid his hand down to lay it on top of Geto's larger hand.
Leaning in so his breath fanned over Gojo's sensitive ear, Geto whispered a "Do you want me to stop?" before bringing his lips to his earlobe, grazing his teeth against the soft piece of skin.
"...no" Gojo whimpered slightly, pushing his hips down harder this time, enjoying the friction and feeling his own erection grow.
"Fuck 'toru.." Geto moved his hand lower, grabbing gently at the bulge in Gojo's shorts earning a loud mewl from his friend.
Geto sat up suddenly, pulling gojo so that he was sitting in his lap facing him. Grinding himself up into Gojo's own clothed erection, he gripped so tightly at the white haired boy's hips that he began to leave bruises.
