"Chill out, nigga! What I say-" He turned back and slapped Julius wet back as the boy knowingly recoiled. "About touching me in the fucking shower?"
Julius slipped his arms around his waist, resting his head on the shoulder he just bit. "You have a fear of slipping in the shower and don't wanna fuck in it." His hand crept down his boyfriend's chest. "I ain't tryna fuck you now though."
"Showers are sacred." He shrugged him off, reaching for the bottle of Castile soap again. "You just destroyed me and my body is so sore. Nigga, I been clutching the walls and clutching you just to stand right. I just wanna clean off, smoke a blunt, and go to sleep."
"Sorry that I just wanna keep fucking and fucking and fucking.... damn, I'm addicted to your body." He made slurping sounds. "I can just eat you up."
The pothead snorted. "You did already."
"Haha... nah you dead love ass play. You're a bottom at heart. Slightly lazy cuz I be doing most of the work- but a bottom."
Adrian frowned, turning around. "I'm not that lazy. Didn't you make me ground against you? I did it."
"Yeah, I made you." He cleaned underneath his arms.
"How come when I fuck you, you can top after but when you fuck me, we go rounds with me as the bottom?"
Julius sighed. "I been told you that I'm not really that comfortable bottoming. Like I can take dick but I love topping. I'm a verse top. I can live without taking dick."
"So what's that make me? A verse bottom?"
"You said it." He chuckled, holding Adrian's bicep. "You think you could live without taking dick again?"
Adrian smiled to himself, shaking his head slightly. That action made Julius burst into laughter as they trade places.
"You dick whipped."
The dreadhead shrugged because he couldn't say he wasn't. Maybe if he was with somebody else, he wouldn't mind it but with Julius, most of the time he imagined them having sex he was the one being smacked, flipped, and tossed. He loved it.
"Yo, why you hooking up Jesus with some nigga?"
"He wanted it." Julius turned the knob to turn off the shower. "It's honestly isn't a surprise. That nigga been questionable.... yo, you notice Chris?"
"Chris?" Adrian stepped out the shower and stood in front of the mirror dripping wet.
"I hate when you do this shit. I'm gonna slip one day." Julius complained, reaching for the towel hanging on a rack over the toilet. "Anywaaaaays, Chris has this real negative attitude towards Jesus getting dick. What's his deal? I know he isn't homophobic but it's weird."
The dreadhead lightly moisturized his scalp, twisting to him slightly. "It's like this... the relationship we have as a group is all vibes, but individually it's mad different. Like how cuz Eva was my friend first, we cooler? Alright, so Chris and I are dead blood. We basically brothers- ask my mom, you know she claim him. I don't feel like that about Jesus. That's dead my homie and I love him but he ain't my brother, feel me? That's Chris's friend originally before we got tight as fuck."
"What's with all the background?" Julius followed him out the bathroom.
"I gotta explain it for you to get it, dickhead. Stupid ass..." He sucked his teeth before remembering his place. "Okay, so he understands Jesus a little better than I do. If I'm with that nigga for too long I start to get frustrated. Chris can dead spend days with him and he gets him. So imagine one of your best friends getting into a relationship and now you gotta spend more time with your other one... it's like that with Chris. He gets attached, lowkey. Jesus is like guaranteed to be more faithful to his friendships than to his girls cuz them shits never last cuz of Paulina. He don't even go far enough to have sex with them. But this is really different and I get where Chris is weirded out. I'm a lil bit concerned but I'm fucking with whatever Jesus wanna fuck with. The nigga just worried about being left to his own devices."
He heard a huge exhale from Julius as they passed the moisturizer between each other in his room. "Wooooow. Y'all niggas got some deep shit going on underneath all your stupidness." He shrugged, slipping on some sweats whose original owner is unknown by the amount of times each of them had worn it. "Well, Jesus bouta get some dick all up in that lil booty, deal with it. I honestly wanted to suggest he fucked Chris but with a dick like that, I wouldn't do it to him."
Chuckling, Adrian shuffled around the room in his boxers with a blunt in his hand, trying to find his lighter. "Chris not like that."
He caught Julius rolling his eyes as he plopped down on the bed. "Whatever. His dick would kill Jesus. It's not even that it's hella long, it's just that it look mad thick. Like dumb thick. Thicker than yours, and you real thick."
"Ew stop talking bout my friend's big ass dick." He joked, sitting beside Julius as he lit the blunt. Gently, he used his foot to nudge him. "Hit this first cuz you deserve it."
"Yeah, with the fucking I put down."
Adrian rolled his eyes and passed the joint to him.
The following day they woke up to loud knocking on the side door and a couple missed calls from Jesus. The dreadhead yawned, climbing out of bed to his door, opening it for his friend.
"I figured the enema out myself and now I wanna try the dildo." The Hispanic male spat out, climbing down the steps past Adrian.
"Well, damn."
Julius was stretching on the bed. "Mooooorning, Jesus."
"Dildo? C'mon, I'm getting fucked tomorrow. Tryna lessen that pain, feel me?"
The mixed male threw his head back in a loud chuckle, climbing out of bed. "You're so cute, I swear."
Jesus plopped down on the bed, his hair in front of his face before he pushed it back. "I'm nervous as fuck. How's this nigga even look? How old is he? Lowkey, I think I was a lil too quick in my choice."
"He's mad cute. This Guyanese Indian boy with a curly ponytail and a tall frame. His dick ain't huge but it's good." Julius answered, walking over to the closet. "I think he's like twenty, now."
"Aww fuck, I'm type regretting this but I'm not back out."
Adrian chuckled, still confused from being woken up so soon. "Why you come this early for some dildo action?"
"I got plaaaaaans, later. My cousin want me to help in his shop." Jesus answered, slipping off his jacket.
Julius shot Adrian a mischievous glance as he pulled out the large blue dildo the boy had refused to use the day that he had to fulfill the terms of their bet.
"This bad boy would break you in good."
Jesus's eyes almost bulged out his head. "Do you have something smaller?"
Julius shook his head. "Nah, we only have this big a-"
"Yeah we do. Don't listen to this creeper." Adrian pointed towards the closet. "There's a box with a the toys this nigga made me buy half of that we haven't used yet."
With a deep sigh of relief, the loud boy hurried over to the closet and dug through the box of kinky shit Julius was into. "This one."
He waved the 5" anal toy that looked like balls that were smashed together.
"You're gonna love that." Julius answered. "Guess you're set. Adrian, give him the lube."
The dreadhead leaned over to his nightstand, tossing Jesus the worn, greasy bottle. "The lube. Don't use too much."
"Call us if you need help." Julius pat him on the back and sent him upstairs.
Nervously, Jesus ran off to Adrian's mother's underused guest room that used to hold hella sex freaks at one point.
"He's gonna need help." Adrian slipped back into bed. "You're gonna help him cuz I'm fucking tired."
"Whatever."
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It's a lil dry, I know but when I tell y'all I had the longest five days of my LIFE? I went on a whole adventure :( Sis is tired as hell