Olly felt like he'd been sleepwalking his whole life and now he actually wanted to be doing things. Except he couldn't. Because he could barely pull on his own pants with both wrists broken.
A week after their first mind-blowing afternoon together, Chris was still coming over every day after school or after practice. Most days he had to head home soon after to have dinner with his family, but sad stories of his invalid friend left alone in an empty house with two broken wrists had started to wear down Chris's parents and he got permission to have an extended sleepover.
Olly's parents were thrilled when he told them Chris was offering to stay over with him to help him out. They had both started coming home after working late with guilty looks on their faces like they were being bad parents in their child's time of need. Olly said what he could to ease their worry, but when they came home and found Chris doing dishes in the kitchen one night they both thanked him endlessly and offered to pay for him to keep helping out.
Chris had waved the cash in Olly's face later and wondered aloud, "Do you think your parents know they are paying me to fuck you?"
Olly kicked him, but smiled.
So Chris packed a big bag and half-moved into Olly's room like a particularly attentive live-in nurse.
Their new normal was waking up together, Chris's arms wrapped around Olly's bare chest, his morning erection laying on Olly's thigh.
Before he left for school, Chris would roll himself over onto Olly, crushing their naked bodies together in a sleepy, grindy fuck. He rarely needed to reach for the lube as their teen hardons leaked and slid against each other.
Olly loved the weight of his friend pressing down on him, Chris's hands hooked under his arms to hold his shoulders. Cheek-to-cheek, their breath in each other's ears as they quietly squeezed out two loads between them.
Then, awake, they would giggle as Chris awkwardly wiped up their loads and cleaned off Olly's cock. They had a towel reserved for the job, but Chris would sample their mixed load and joke that Olly needed more fruit in his diet.
Chris would shower quickly alone, since there wasn't time in the morning to do the full plastic bag routine for Olly, but Olly enjoyed the show as his friend emerged from the steamy shower, shining with water dripping off his lean body. Chis would towel off in the doorframe and then get dressed in some combination of shorts and tank tops. Late June weather helped ease the school's dress code a bit, and Olly was jealous of all the people who would be able to watch Chris's bare shoulders all day.
Before he left, Chris would help Olly get into a fresh pair of sweatpants in case his parents were around, and then he'd leave Olly with a goodbye kiss and a promise he'd be back as soon as he could.
And then Olly was alone again.
He watched a movie and tried not to just doomscroll on his phone. Sometimes he threw on music and tried to read, but the e-reader he could use wasn't as satisfying as a real book, and the finicky process of turning pages had made him give up on that.
Video games, the thing that brought him and Chris together years before, were also out of the question. Olly tried to satisfy himself with some Twitch streams, but it wasn't the same. But when Chris came back and brought an Amazon package downstairs with him that had a game they had pre-ordered together before his accident, Olly had an idea.
"I'll watch you play it," he said.
"Really? I can wait until you're better, it's not a big deal."
"Come on! We were waiting all year for this, and now it's here. I'll play it eventually, but I want to see what happens or I'll just be dodging spoilers all summer."
Chris smiled and agreed. The way he ripped into the packaging revealed his excitement and Olly had to smile. He put the disc in the Playstation and grabbed the controller, sitting on the end of Olly's bed like a kid on Christmas as the game installed.
Olly was sitting up at the head of the bed on top of the blanket in his usual sweatpants and no shirt. He didn't need to put the heat on now that the summer was cooking the ground around his basement room, but he hadn't gotten help getting the AC setup by the window yet either. So the late afternoon air was getting thick and warm. Watching Chris, he felt his cock start to grow.
As the game's loading screen came up Chris looked back at him and asked, "Are you able to see ok?"
Olly nodded and then had a thought, "Actually no, I can't see."
"Oh," Chris said and he shuffled slightly to one side, "Is that better?"
Olly shook his head and smirked as he said, "No, I still can't see. I think you need to take your shirt off."
Chris smirked and followed his orders, slipping off the red tank top with the sweat stain on the back to reveal his tight shoulders and chiseled back. "Better?" He asked.
Olly's dick grew a little more.
The game started and Chris shifted his attention to the screen.
Olly watched for a bit, but a thought kept poking at him. He finally relented and slid off the bed to get to his feet. He walked around to the end where Chris glanced up at him with a curious look, but he was caught in the middle of a battle and had to keep focusing back on the screen and the controller.
Looking at Chris's black silk shorts, Olly fell to his knees and crawled forward. He positioned himself between Chris's knees and used his two claw fingers to grab a hold of Chris's waistband.
"I knew you didn't just want to watch me play," Chris said as he lifted himself up a bit so Olly could pull down his shorts and underwear, revealing his growing cock.
"I want to watch," Olly said. "I just want to play too."
Chris kicked his shorts and underwear off, leaving him completely naked on the end of Olly's bed.
Olly placed his casts on either side of Chris's bare hips and snuggled his bare chest against Chris's legs. He pressed his forehead into Chris's taut stomach and breathed in the sweaty scent of his best friend.
The controller clicked and buzzed over Olly's head as he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue to guide the tip of Chris's hard cock into his mouth.
Chris whimpered a little as Olly enveloped his dick, slipping his tongue around the head and rolling his lips down the shaft.
Despite kissing and fucking and touching every part of each other for the past week, Olly and Chris had done very little sucking. There had been something carnal and urgent about their fucking, and something romantic and desperate about their kissing, but blowjobs had remained in this separate category of casual sex they hadn't been focused on.
As Olly swallowed against the cock in his mouth he thought of how much he was enjoying the feeling of pleasuring Chris while his friend continued to play the game. He had images of some of the stories of blowjobs he'd heard from friends, where they bragged about being sucked off by a girl behind the bleachers or in their car or behind the scenes of the school musical. Blowjobs were things that slutty girls did with douchey boys in public places.
But Olly really enjoyed the feeling of playing as Chris's slut.
He sucked a little harder and arched his neck back, tasting the first drops of precum and feeling it coat the inside of his mouth as he slid back down until he felt himself start to gag.
Chris was moaning now, quietly under his breath, in between grunts of frustration at the difficulty of the game.
Olly wished he had a free hand to toy with Chris's balls or slip below to finger his hole, but he hugged Chris's thighs with his upper arms and saw Chris's toes flexing against the carpet by his knees.
Suddenly Chris's hand slipped off the controller and into Olly's hair. The other hand dropped the controller on the bed and then gripped Olly's shoulder.
Olly felt Chris getting close, his cock hardening in his mouth, and he sucked a little deeper and let Chris's hand on his head guide the speed as he urged the load out with his tongue.
Chris's first shot of cum splashed against the roof Olly's mouth as Chris whimpered a little, "Fuck."
He swallowed. The second shot came quickly and Olly gagged a little at the volume. He slipped back to just the head of Chris's cock as it twitched again, filling his mouth with warm salt.
It was more than he could handle and some of it dripped out, sliding down Chris's wet shaft and dripping on the carpet.
As Chris's climax shuddered to an end, Olly let the cock slip out from mouth. He toyed with the cum on his tongue and licked around his wet lips.
Chris grabbed the sides of Olly's head and kissed him deeply, his tongue searching Olly's mouth for cum and rolling it between them.
They slowly separated and Olly sat back on his ankles, looking up at Chris's smooth, naked body. He swallowed the last of his friend's cum and asked, "My turn to play?"
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