Etiquette

Here's a fun, lighthearted story to celebrate SNT being back. Dec did such an amazing job tonight and made everyone proud. Hope Ant gets allowed time to get things back together but everything can only go up from here.

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So okay, to other people the whole watching porn with your best friend thing might seem a little weird, especially because it's the hot kind of porn rather than like, the hilarious shitty kind. But Ant lives with his best friend, and the time slot available for them to watch porn even at the same time is pretty limited. There's nearly always someone around, so when there's not, they're going to take advantage of the empty house to actually get some porn in that's more than just old magazines and dirty pictures.

They have a kind of routine, which works out well enough, when they can do it. It's like there are unwritten rules: the first rule is, you don't talk to each other; the second rule is, no touching yourself until you're on your own; the third rule is, always take the video out the VCR before you head off to your separate locations, because that stuff is a little difficult to explain. The whole thing works out well enough. Dec always heads to his bedroom and Ant shuffles off to the bathroom and then later on they kind of reconvene in the living room and grin sheepishly at each other and then act like nothing happened. Which, essentially, it didn't, so.

At least – okay. The whole thing works out well enough until Declan goes and starts breaking up the fucking rules. And of course it's Dec; Ant feels like he shouldn't even be surprised, because Dec pushes as many rules as he possibly can in life and this one is really no exception.

They're sitting there – opposite ends of the couch, because that's like unwritten rule 1)a) – and Ant's turned on already, which means Dec probably is, as well; out of the corner of his eye he can see his friend's hand move, to press the palm of his hand down over his crotch for just a moment. That's fair game, though, whatever – there's a blonde going down on a dark haired girl and they're making noises, and it would fall into the hilarious porn category if it didn't manage to be so fucking hot. Ant can understand the need for just that small amount of pressure.

Then Dec takes it further, though. The dark haired girl lets out a kind of obscenely long, loud moan, but it doesn't drown out the soft slide of Dec's hand rubbing over the denim of his jeans, and Ant breaks his gaze with the TV to shoot Dec a glare. The older Geordie doesn't spare him a glance, though. He just carries right on as though Ant isn't even there, biting his bottom lip and pressing his hips up a little into the flat of his hand.

"Dec," he says, and doesn't add anything else; the 'what the fuck?' is pretty well conveyed in the tone of his voice.

Dec does look over at him at that, and doesn't look as though he thinks anything weird is going on whatsoever. "Yeah," he responds, and then turns his attention back to the screen. Ant tries to follow his lead, and he's still turned on as hell, but his concentration is sort of broken.

The camera zeroes in on the blonde for a moment as she lifts her head slightly and licks over her wet lips, and that gets his attention back fully, but even that's short lived because then – what the fuck, what the actual hell, because then he hears the soft, metallic snicker of a zipper being undone and it's not his, so.

"Declan," he says again. He sounds – a little bit shocked, actually, and he's pretty sure Dec would give him shit for that for about a week, were he not a little preoccupied already. "Dec, man, what the fuck?"

Dec's biting his bottom lip again even as his gaze slides from the TV right along to where Ant is sat by his side. "You can do it," Dec offers, as though that's what Ant's really bothered about or something, "I don't care."