Who: Troy & Will When: Monday, February 25th, 2008 Where: Xavier's; their room What: hangin' out Status: complete Rating:NC-17
In the weeks that followed the announcement of the Cure Virus outbreak, Torrent had spent a good number of his free hours salvaging pornography from websites across the internet that were failing and closed. Now that things were settling down (with only random missions and a regularly scheduled guard-duty shift to keep him occupied) he was catching up on what he'd collected and hadn't gotten to. Oh, there was quite a variety. He was considering burning it all to DVD and renting it out. With the Brotherhood afoot and the lack of available ladies at Xavier's, he was sure there'd was a market.
He'd chosen his final selection ('Candy Apples 7') and popped it into the DVD player when his roommate decided to return with their dinner. Ham sandwiches. Or 'hammies'. Hah. "You remember mustard this time?"
Will walked into the familiar sound of butt-rock and dim lighting and knew right away what Troy had decided to do. "Are you...Yeah you are." He said ignoring Troy's crack about the mustard, because he had in fact forgotten mustard. But if Troy was that upset he could make the long journey to the mini fridge five feet away from him. "You knew I was coming right back, you asked for a sandwich." Will said with an accusatory tone as he closed the door behind him. Really Troy, he thought as the movie played on their new 42" LCD TV they had 'liberated' from the local Best Buy.
Troy held out his hand and was given a paper plate with two 'hammies' and well, no mustard. Fine. He was busy anyway. Things were just getting interesting on screen and he didn't feel like bickering with Will. Maybe if he played quiet Will wouldn't nag. It wasn't as if they hadn't popped in a naughty before. But he supposed it wasn't the best cinematic choice to accompany dinner. As if he'd made the previous rationalization aloud, he said, "Hey, it's got food in the title." He was halfway through his first sandwich before he spoke again, "Thanks," he slightly waved the white bread special in the air before chomping down for the final few bites. The second sandwich was pushed aside on the computer desk which was to his left. He was starting to feel less hungry, more needy.
Will crashed on the end of Troy's bed after handing over the sandwiches. He was already half finished as he had started eating on the trip back from the kitchen. "Dang, she's a slut...bong." Will cracked a smile since the first time he'd entered the room. If it had really bothered him he would have just left, but Will wasn't a prude. That was clear just from the e-mail box full of bizarre offers sent by Joe. Sick little man.
Will frowned, but smirked half-way through his statement. "God, only the good fake boobs bounce, that's always a let down."
"Clearly she's in it for the money." Troy remarked.
This went on for nearly fifteen minutes before Troy glanced over toward Will and noticed that he too was pretty excited. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was screaming to himself, 'DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT' but his hand shot out before he was able to consider his self-chastising. He reached across the foot of the bed and moved his hand around Will's penis through his jeans. Before Will could protest, he just muttered, "Shut up," and grabbed himself as well. He was in his lounge pants, so he assumed he was getting more out of the deal, but still, a little help never hurt anybody.
"What the hell Troy!" Will screamed completely surprised but the his actions. He moved to push Troy away but he found himself second guessing that. 'What the hell Will?' It had been a long time since anyone had done anything like that to him. Did it matter? World was coming to an end anyway, right? All he could hear were the moans of the random porn starlet as he closed his eyes and did what Troy said.
Wow - for once he was doing what Troy told him to do. Who knew you'd have to grab Will's cock to make him shut up? Well, now he knew. He smirked to himself as soon as he saw Shard relax. He took his left hand and unzipped the other man, then replaced lefty back on himself. He began jerking both of them and he too closed his eyes, taking the sounds of the film and using them to help him get where he needed to be. However, it was only a ten minute section, and the next of three was about to begin. The threesome in the film finished and Troy glanced over to Will to see what he would do.
Hell. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Will cleared his throat - not from awkward silence but because he'd been concentrating on other bodily functions. He glanced to Troy when the music began to quiet. Do or die? "Hey," he reached across to Troy and batted the Native's hand away from his pajama-clad package. "I'll finish you if you finish me," he offered.
Troy nodded, and reached out toward the screen. He hit the power button, instantly quieting the room and making it almost pitch black. He couldn't handle another rise and fall of a couple's (or threesome's) climax. He was ready right now. "That's fair." He grinned, but it was dark, so he doubted even the keen-sensed Will had noticed. He busied himself with pulling Will free of his jockey shorts and began stroking him just as he would himself.
Will laid back on the bed and tried not to think to much about what was happening. God it felt so good; Troy knew what he was doing. It wasn't long before he reached his peak and climaxed with a loud moan. Will took a minute to catch his breath. It was a huge relief to his body. All the stress and worry that clung to a person seemed to melt away. All the extra hours of training and working out that strained his muscles also disappeared. He felt so relaxed he could've fallen into a deep sleep that instant, but he wanted to keep his word.
Will sat up and turned to Troy. He pushed the other man's shoulder to signal he should lay back. Will's hand dove into Troy's pajama's but he didn't need to search long for his target. Will began to stoke Troy's penis and continued to do so until he'd satisfied his roommate as well.
Troy wiped his hands clean of after-love (hah) with some nearby tissues and tossed a few to Will while the other man recuperated. It wasn't long though, and he felt himself pushed backwards... and then he was being fondled by another dude. It hadn't felt so strange when he had been the one initiating, but he wasn't going to complain. All the jokes about gay guys knowing how to handle a dong better than chicks made some sense now. He didn't have to enjoy the fact, but it definitely made sense. And to be perfectly honest, he was enjoying himself. So much so, that it was within two or three minutes that he'd reached his peak - taking the initiative and preparing to catch his come with tissues.
He went limp, then tossed the Kleenexes off the side of the bed, then began to squirm a few seconds later. He slid from the side of the bed he was on over to his nightstand and fished around for his cigarettes. He made himself a space there atop the bedclothes and looked over to Will. He wasn't complaining about the smoke. He looked content, actually. Well fuck - this might not be such a bad deal.
They'd spent a good while in the dark, discussing all things non-sexual, and feeling completely comfortable in doing so. Over the course of the following several hours, the pair transitioned between chit-chatting about their daily lives and inside jokes and having at each other. When they finally did sleep (which wasn't until the wee hours of the morning) they slept pretty damn well. They could worry about the morning and the night's effects when they reached it.