Helping Hand

Sofa

AN: So this was originally an idea from anthonyanddeclan and I liked the idea and so we both wrote different versions of it. It's a silly idea but it was fun writing it ;) The stories are obviously very similar but we both came up with a different setting and of course our own style.

We really hope you like it and thought it would be fun to post both versions ;) xx

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When Declan woke up from his nap, he felt tons better. He had really needed that nap. But when he tried to move a bit, he suddenly felt something. He lifted the covers and it was clearly affirmed, he had a full hard-on. Dec couldn't remember if he had dreamt something that would lead to this. But then again, he was in a cast on both of his wrists for over 2 weeks now so it was only logical that his little man would complain about the lacking activity at some point.

At first, Dec waited a bit for it to go down on its own and he didn't move to help that and thought about other things. But his member seemed to be desperate and when he finally slid his hand in his pants and touched it, he had to gasp. Yes, he was definitely desperate to do something about this. But his hands were in casts. His fingertips were poking out of them though and so he gently pulled his pants down a bit and tried to cup his foreskin with the tips of his thumb and index finger.

Dec took in a sharp breath as the sensation hit him. However, it was short-lived as his hand started hurting really bad after only a few seconds from too much moving. Besides, he wasn't even able to go fast anyway so there was no point in going on. He pressed his hand against his chest and held it still for a few seconds to ease his pain. He sighed loudly and pulled his pants back up.

He buried his head into his pillow and sighed loudly. This was annoying. Even little things like having a wank he couldn't do and he was very frustrated. He thought that that would help his boner go down but apparently it wasn't having any of it. It still was hard as a rock and throbbing against the fabric of his pants.

"What do you want, eh?" Dec hissed and sighed again.

After sulking for a while and feeling very sorry for himself, Dec let it be and got up. This however only created more friction and a little moan escaped his lips. "Urgh" he cursed and put a shirt on before making his way downstairs, hoping that time would be on his side and it would go down again quickly once he was doing something else.

Dec knew Ant was in the kitchen, probably preparing some tea for them as they always had some in the afternoon together. Since Dec had been in two plaster casts at once, Ant had been a great help and he was around most of the time to just be by Dec's side in case he needed anything.

"Hey sleepyhead" Ant greeted him happily when Dec went through the kitchen door.

On seeing Dec's rather distressed face though he frowned and walked closer to him. "What's the matter? Need the loo again?" he smirked, trying to keep the spirits up. He knew how hard it was for Dec to be helped with everything. His best friend was one unlucky man with his two wrists in casts at the same time, so he tried his best to cheer him up.

Dec shook his head, looked down in embarrassment and bit his lip. The bulge in his pants was still the only thing he could think about and whenever he moved the slightest bit, the material of his pants brushed his boner and it wasn't helping it in any way to calm down.