Requested by @Anxious_Chicken421

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After a long day of working on an important essay, all John wanted to do was relax. Unfortunately for him, his annoying roommate Charles Lee would arrive home at any moment to drive him up the wall. He was infuriating- always spouting out his opinions like they were fact, even if he was wrong about everything. That smug look that was always on his annoyingly handsome face, how he would always run his hand through his soft looking jet black hair, only making John want to do the same. And those hands; how they looked so strong yet moved with gentle caution. Maybe John had developed a bit of a crush on the man, but that didn't mean he didn't hate him.

Now that he had gotten himself thinking about Charles, he couldn't stop. He let out a groan, laying back on his bed with a loud sigh. Why did he have to be so attractive? If it weren't for that, he could easily hate him. He wouldn't have the constant thoughts of Charles's hands on him, trailing all over his body. He wouldn't think about his lips against his skin, claiming him. John wouldn't be becoming horny just at the thought of him.

"Goddammit..." John muttered under his breath, his hand trailing down his body towards his crotch. Charles wasn't home yet, so why not take care of the problem?

He moved his hand further down to begin palming himself, letting out a soft moan as he imagined it was Charles touching him instead. He hastily undid the button of his pants, pulling out his hardening member and stroking it.

Although he knew how stupid it was, John couldn't help but moan out Charles's name a few times as he pumped his member, his eyes lidded as a lustful expression took over his face. The pleasure was just starting to build up, reach its peak, and John was too lost in it to notice the front door opening.

"Charles~..."

"John..?"

John quickly looked up, dread and embarrassment rushing over him as he saw Charles standing in the doorway of his room. "Shit... oh fuck." He quickly shoved his member back into his pants, rolling over with a loud groan.

Charles stepped into the room, slowly approaching while John was just wishing he'd leave. "You said my name... didn't you?" He had a teasing tone to his voice; something John only felt more embarrassed about.

"You naughty boy~." Charles chuckled, stepping right up next to John. He trailed a hand up the freckled boy's back, the touch sending a tingle up John's spine. "Here I was, thinking you hated me. I had no idea how wrong I was."

"I-I still... hate you..." John stuttered out, though it was a struggle, especially as Charles was leaning in closer.

"Oh, really? Then I guess you wouldn't want me to help with your little problem~." Charles purred, reaching forward and brushing his fingers against John's bulge.

John let out a small whimper, before quickly sitting up. "D-don't mess with me, Lee."

"I'm not messing with you." Charles stated, sitting down on the bed next to John. He leaned in, running his hands down his sides, making John's heart pound in his chest. This felt like a dream- maybe it was a dream.

Charles grabbed John's chin, making him look him in the eyes as a playful smirk formed on his lips. "Do you really want to deny my help? I see how you look at me."

John looked away, his face quickly turning a deep shade of red as he really thought about it. "I-if you're gonna touch me, just do it already."

Charles didn't hesitate to slip his hand into John's pants, causing him to let out a small gasp. His warm hand wrapped around John's shaft, slowly beginning to pump.

John let out a soft moan, leaning on Charles. He felt his other hand wrap around his back as the hand moved faster, bringing greater pleasure than he could've given himself. John glanced up at Charles, eyes half lidded with lust as the pleasure was building.

John let out soft moans as Charles's hand moved faster, a louder one slipping out when a thumb ran over the tip. Soon, he couldn't take it anymore, releasing with a loud moan of Charles's name.

He leaned against Charles as he caught his breath, feeling a hand stroking his hair as he panted softly. "Damn..." John breathed out, glancing up at him.

"That was quick." Charles said teasingly, letting out a small chuckle.

"Oh shut up." John groaned, lazily wrapping an arm around him. If this was a dream, it was a damn good one.

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Wowow this one was a struggle and rushed and bad. I don't know why, I was excited to write it but I couldn't?? I hope it's alright at least- even if it's short and rushed.