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“Did Ignis ever give you the car keys back?”
“No,” Noctis sighed, not taking his eyes off the TV. “He said they were his ‘until further notice’ which I think means forever.”
“But it’s your car!” Prompto whined, not so patiently waiting for his turn in the game. “It’s not like we were actually gonna do it.”
“You know him, the mere idea of road head and he almost has a stroke.”
“I bet you ten dollars he’s never gonna let us be alone together in the car again, stationary or not,” Prompto said, stretching out on the sofa and watching Noct play. The round was nearly over which meant it would be his turn for the next one. “You threaten him with one innocent bj and it’s all over.”
“Okay but he wasn’t wrong to be worried,” Noctis snorted. “I know for a fact we’d end up in the hospital if you were behind the wheel in that scenario.”
“Is that a dig at me or are you just tooting your own horn? Because first of all fuck you,” Prompto resettled into the couch. “And second gimme that it’s my turn.”
“We got disconnected before it finished, it doesn’t count. I get another round.” Noctis twisted to keep the controller away from grabby hands. “And yes, I’m saying you get stupid when someone touches your dick.”
“Like you’re much better!”
“Uh, yeah. I am.”
“You so aren't,” Prompto said, folding his arms and sulking. They both were quiet watching the game take its time finding the next matchup. “How much like real driving do you think a racing game is?”
Noctis didn’t say anything for a long stretch before finally turning his head to look at Prompto, who was carefully still watching the screen. He watched one corner of Prompto’s mouth quirk up and he knew they were on the same page. “You’re on.”
Noctis closed the current game while Prompto slipped off the couch and onto his knees, shoving the coffee table back to make some room. Noctis started loading up the first racing game he could find in his games library.
“If you crash during the race you have to tell Ignis I’m a better driver than you. And give me the spare car key,” Prompto said with a cocky smirk, pushing Noctis’s knees apart and settling on the floor between them. “Did you put the chain on the front door?”
“Yeah it’s locked,” Noctis said, setting the controller to the side and lifting his hips to unbuckle his pants and push his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs. “If I win I get to fuck you in the car.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” Noctis said, gripping his dick and giving it a few strokes. “We’ll go down to the garage and I top you in the backseat.”
“Dude that backseat is small,” Prompto whined, resting his elbows on Noctis’s knees and watching his hand work. “We’ll make a huge mess.”
“Uh yeah, that’s kind of the point. If Specs thinks he can keep me from hanky-panky in my own car he has another thing coming,” Noctis said, picking up the controller and watching his online matchups appear.
“You’d seriously soil you own car to get back at him?”
“The race is starting.”
“Oh shit,” Prompto said, glancing back at the screen before hooking his hands around the prince’s legs and dragging him further down the couch. “Hold still.”
Noctis just had time to see Prompto wet his lips before he had to focus on the game. He held the controller up, having to keep it against his chest to play to make room for Prompto in his lap. The race counted down to the start and he felt Prompto’s fingers curl around him and a puff of hot breath. Lips sealed over the head of his cock and he mashed the accelerate button. His car skidded out at the start and he felt Prompto pull off him to stifle a laugh.
“Shut up,” Noctis groaned, trying to salvage the bad start.
“Sorry, who gets stupid when someone touches their dick again?”
“Keep talking, this is a race, remember?”
“Yeah yeah,” Prompto sighed and reapplied himself, wrapping his lips around the shaft in front of him and swallowing it down in a smooth motion. His fingers rested lightly against bare skin of exposed thighs while he leaned close, taking as much as he could before pulling back in a slow torturous pull.
“Fuck!” Noctis choked, trying desperately to focus on the race while Prompto’s head bobbed in his lap. He could feel Prompto snort in amusement at his exclamation. He didn’t have to place first, just keep from blowing up the car on screen. Simple.
Prompto built up to a pace, every wet drag of lips and tongue making the race on screen seem farther away to Noctis. He took a deep grounding breath to try and gather his focus and Prompto replied with a low hum, barely audible over the wet noises of his mouth moving.
Noctis gritted his teeth and tensed, rocking his hips up into the wet heat enveloping him. He felt the head of his cock bump the back of Prompto’s throat and his friend pulled away coughing.
“Not fair dude,” Prompto whined, his voice rougher than it had been only a few minutes ago. “Do that again and you get teeth.”
“I thought you wanted to win this?” Noctis said, but his voice sounded strained even to his own ears. “Also please god no teeth I’m sorry.”
“Why am I starting to think you’re getting more out of this than I am?” Prompto asked, taking Noctis into his hand and turning to glance back at the TV. “Not dead yet?”
“Dead fucking last, but no crashing. I’m doing this.”
“Fucking hell,” Prompto sighed, turning back and licking the slit while jerking him with his hand. “Well if you’re not playing fair neither am I.”
Noctis didn’t have much time to process the statement, his attention split. The first place racer lapped him while he took a second to glance down at Prompto. He watched the blond slide a middle finger into his mouth and it came out wet. He couldn’t stare anymore; he had to focus on the race. A second later lips sealed over his cock again and the second place racer lapped him too.
In one surprisingly smooth movement Prompto’s lips worked all the way to the base of Noctis’s cock and slipped a finger inside him.
“Shit shit shit-!“ Noctis cursed, dropping the controller and writhing in his seat. Prompto’s finger inside him twisted just right and he saw white. He came without warning, hearing Prompto choking but unable to hold back.
Noctis blinked the stars out of his vision in time to see Prompto push off him and stand, lips red and pressed together. He watched his friend stumble over the coffee table on the way to the kitchen and bend over to spit in the sink. Noctis caught his breath but said nothing, just watching the blond while his dick softened against his belly.
Prompto rinsed his mouth from the tap and spat again before standing up. He leaned against the counter and stared across the room at Noctis.
“You need to eat better, dude. You taste bad,” Prompto said with a grimace.
“Gross.”
“You’re telling me,” Prompto said but laughed anyway. “So, did you die?”
“What?”
Prompto crossed the room again, managing to trip on the coffee table a second time. “In the game asshole. Did I win?”
Noctis finally looked to the screen. The race was over even though he really didn’t remember finishing it, and the stats were scrolling across the screen. 0 deaths scrolled across the screen, right after last place.
“Not dead, I win,” Noctis announced in triumph while Prompto sank into the seat next to him.
“Holy. Shit,” Prompto said, strangely solemn. “You’re so getting banned, like, five minutes ago.”
“Huh?”
Prompto didn’t answer, he was already doubled over laughing before he could manage words. Noctis searched the screen again but didn’t find what had Prompto laughing so hard so suddenly. He won? Zero deaths still blinked on screen. Finally he noticed the group chat quickly scrolling with fast incoming group messages.
killer_queen86: so uhhh wat was that about
redspydabs: someone didt no his mic was on lol
need4speed7654: 6/10 not enuf slurping
redspydabs: tnx 4 da sho lmao
theycallmehola: i think it was 2 guys
killer_queen86: ew
numbaone: ???
keezer: it was a brojob
theycallmehola: nice
Noctis felt all the blood that had previous occupied his lower half migrate to his face. The mic icon was still lit in the upper corner of the screen. He hadn’t noticed at all in the heat of the moment. He immediately shut down the system and tossed the controller away. He tried elbowing Prompto, who was still dying of laughter next to him, but it didn’t seem to even make him slow down.
“It’s not funny,” Noctis mumbled and Prompto took a deep breath, finally sitting back up. The blond wiped at his eyes, grin still plastered over his face.
“That’s like the funniest thing that’s ever happened!” Prompto said, wracked with a new wave of giggles. “I’m gonna die that was so great. And here I thought I wasn’t gonna get anything out of that. Wow.”
“Shut up I hate you.”
“No you don’t. And put it away already Prince Charming,” Prompto said and took a deep breath to regain his composure, but the smile stayed stuck on his face. He lifted a hand and arranged his fingers as if to flick at Noctis’s still exposed dick. “Unless you wanted a picture of all this, because honestly you look so uncool right now.”
Noctis stood and pulled his pants back up, buckling them hurriedly.
“At least they don’t do video chat.”
“Get up, we’re going to the garage,” Noctis said, leaving Prompto on the couch and heading for the bedroom.
“What? Why?”
“I won, remember?”
“Uhh seriously, like right now?”
“Right now.”