Tease

{ Pay Day = Fun Day }

Gon Freecss spent all of Friday night and Saturday at Killua's apartment. There wasn't much to do aside from watch movies off of Killua's shitty television and watch Gon edit the videos. He was swift about it, though, and from the tension in Gon's brow, Killua determined something interesting: That Gon wasn't even watching actual porn right now. He was just splicing together a normal video.

When Gon edited videos, the rest of the world fell away. He stuck his earbuds in and set to work. All of the footage was already stored locally on Gon's computer, which he then transferred to an external hard drive where it would live in one long MP4. And, then, it would be split down the middle—sex toys versus actual sex—with the ends and intermissions trimmed off. Killua watched from over Gon's shoulder as he tweaked the lighting, the color, and the curtains on Gon's bed became an angelic glow in the background.

"Wow," Killua whispered as Gon exported the file late Saturday evening and saved it for Tuesday's upload. Gon glanced over his shoulder, confused, and Killua explained, "You just—You made it look really good."

"Really?" Gon said, unconvinced. He pushed his laptop to the side and moved back to Killua, who was reclining against the pillows. Every part of Killua was lulled to a gentle tide. His thoughts came with each inhale, and the words developed with each exhale. He blamed it on the joint Gon took from between his fingers and put to his lips.

Gon took two puffs before handing it back and, in doing so, pressed his palm to Killua's other side, against the thick, winter blankets on Killua's mattress. Killua swallowed hard against the bundle of energy in his stomach that turned latent from the calming smoke in the air. Gon blew his smoke towards the half-open window and glanced out at the snow past the windowpanes.

Gon ran a thumb over Killua's goosebumps on his bicep and said, "You cold?"

"I don't know," he confessed. He thought he was shivering from feeling hormonal and needy.

Gon took the joint back after Killua finished his turn. He stamped it out on the ceramic bowl on the window sill and cranked the window shut. The sound of traffic racing through slush muffled, and they were left in a quiet, tender pocket of silence.

Killua asked if he could watch the video, and when he didn't, he didn't expect Gon to say, "Yes," and then hand Killua his laptop. Killua stared at him, and then at the computer. He opened it, hesitantly, as Gon collapsed beside him with his phone in hand. Gon's computer was unlocked, which he found odd considering the guy had it stuffed to the brink with porn videos.

Killua clicked open the first of the videos—the glass dildo and the vibrator—and didn't bother putting headphones on. Truthfully, he didn't want to get up to fetch them, so he watched the video with his head propped up on the wall behind him, one knee flat to the blankets and the other pulled up to the side. The way Gon trimmed the video had it opening to Killua leaving the bathroom, his face blurred from the shot. When he left the bathroom, Gon was stark naked by the bed and Killua's voice sounded in the speakers, saying, "Jesus fucking Christ."

He laughed out loud despite himself. It was too much like porn and he couldn't believe he was the camera man.

He shifted a little, feeling hot from watching Gon finger him on the bed. He felt inclined to open the window again, but Gon had just closed it and shit, was he getting turned on? They hadn't even started with the dildo yet.

And then, hot breath touched his ear and he heard Gon whisper, "Are you hard yet?"

"Fuck no," Killua huffed, irritated. He shoved Gon by the shoulder. "I'm not jerking off with you right there. This is purely just... me double-checking that you didn't fuck shit up."