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As all things usually start, it happened with a pair of friends joking around.
Mondo was never one to hide his search history. In fact, he found it almost comedic to see the concerned looks from his peers’ faces when reading some of the questionable searches he had left behind.
So now here he was during a weekend afternoon and Leon had come over to his dorm to play Super Smash Bros, as was their weekly tradition. It didn’t take long before both were hungry enough to order food and Mondo tossed his phone to Leon.
“Here, order whatever,” the biker instructed and Leon caught the phone. Pulling up Google, he started typing in the local pizza parlor and froze.
Wait. What did that just say? He squints and re-reads it.
“Mondo?”
“Yeah?” There’s a moment of silence as the soft clicking of the controller and low-volume game sounds are the only audible sounds in the dorm room.
“Why is facefucking your only recent search?”
Mondo erupts into laughter. “Dude, why do ya think?”
Leon flushes red. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna think of my friend jerking it.”
Mondo rolls his eyes. “Just order the pizza, man.”
Leon dials the number and orders as fast as he can, trying not to let his mind wander to the interests of his friend sitting beside him.
The person on the other line confirmed the order faster than he'd like, letting him know the estimated delivery time, and Leon only half-listens before hanging up and handing the phone back to Mondo. The biker awkwardly shuffles the phone in his pocket, the other hand still on the controller.
“So?” he asks.
“Huh?” Leon blinks. “What?”
Mondo gives him a strange look. “The pizza, when is it bein’ delivered?”
Leon mentally curses at himself. “Half an hour.”
Mondo hums. “That’s plenty o’ time.”
It was Leon’s turn to throw him a weird stare. “For what?”
“For you t’a suck me off,” he grins. Leon’s face falters.
“For me to what?! ” The ginger looks horrified now, and Mondo is roaring with laughter, the background noise of the game lost as they lose another round. Mondo pats his shoulder and Leon yanks away, causing Mondo to laugh even harder.
“W-what the fuck!? Dude, you’re scaring me,” Leon scolds him, and Mondo has enough self-control to stop laughing now. He puts the game controller down now and turns to Leon, still wearing a humorous expression.
“Dude, chill. It was a joke. ‘M not askin’ ya for shit,” he tells him, relieving Leon’s worries somewhat. “But if ya wanna…” he raises an eyebrow and Leon’s blood rubs cold.
Leon looks at him, worried. “I wasn’t thinking- No, I don’t- that’s weird, right?”
Mondo shrugs. “Only if ya let it be.”
So here Leon sits, on his friend’s bed with an awkward tension between them and a request to suck his friend off. What would it even entail really? Surely, Mondo would give up the joke eventually, but for some reason, a part of Leon would be disappointed. The thought of seeing an act like that up close was almost too tempting. He’s never blown a guy or given oral to anyone, let alone a friend. It’d be weird. But it’d also be rewarding, the idea of making someone feel good.
If Mondo wanted to play this game, Leon could play this game, too. Maybe a little too enthusiastically, but he’ll play it.
“Fine,” Leon choked out finally. “Sit and uh, wait.”
Mondo practically does a doubletake. “Wait, seriously?”
Leon nods and slides off the bed, getting on his knees. “Yeah, why the fuck not?” He positions himself in front of Mondo’s legs and leans forward, his chest bumping up against Mondo’s knees. “Just don’t make it weird, right?”
The biker nods, taken off guard. “Yeah… Okay,” he puts a hand in Leon’s hair and shifts his hips a bit closer to the edge of the bed, spreading them so Leon sits comfortably between his knees.
Leon doesn’t look up, not wanting the reality of the situation to potentially scare him away. He’d seen enough porn. This wasn’t too far different. He could do this too, how hard could it be?
And if Mondo wanted to fuck his mouth, who’s he to deny him that pleasure?
And so Leon runs his hands up his large, muscular thighs, pausing before his crotch. Mondo gets the clue and unbuckles his pants, pulling them down a bit to show off tiger print boxers. Any other time, Leon would probably find it funny. Up close like this, it wasn’t funny anymore though.
He watched as Mondo’s other hand took his dick out of his boxers, and Leon swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. It wasn’t like he didn’t expect this. Mondo’s a big guy, and he’s proportional otherwise. Of course he’d be hung. But now it stood in front of Leon, thick and tan and smelling slightly of musk and sweat, but not in a way that it was offputting. Just... intimate.
Leon wrapped a cautious hand at the base of Mondo’s dick, taking note of how his grip barely covered it all. It wasn’t even fully erect, but Leon could already tell it wasn’t going to be a simple suck-it-and-be-over-with-it situation.
Without looking up, he leans forward and sticks out his tongue, pressing it to the head of Mondo’s cock. It didn’t taste like much at all, just like skin and slight sweat, or salt maybe? He wasn’t sure, but he kept it up. He already started, and that only made it easier to continue. He slid the hand up from the base and held Mondo below the head of his cock and began giving rough, kitten licks to the head. Leon was almost in a trance, bobbing his head and flicking his tongue as if this were an activity he had practiced before.
Below him, Mondo groaned at the feeling. His hand gripped the bedsheets as he focused on the feelings of Leon’s mouth, the warm, wet friction on the head of his dick was causing his body to flood with warmth. He was worried that this was all he’d get, and if he came from this, well, that’d be embarrassing wouldn’t it?
He tugged lightly on Leon’s hair, pulling his face off slightly. Leon stopped, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Mondo’s cock twitched in interest, now grown erect from all the teasing and leaking precum.
“Could ya suck it now?” he asked, his voice low to Earth and gravely. Leon nodded, still entranced with his own actions.
Mondo let go, letting his hand fall on top of Leon’s head again to thread through the strands, and watched as Leon wrapped his lips around him, drool pooling down and around the length of his cock. The ginger worked his hand, jerking it ever so slowly over the length, twisting his wrist as he does. His mouth worked at a similarly slow pace, pushing and pulling over the skin, his tongue swirling around the head. Mondo gripped his hair harder and moaned deeply, letting his head fall back.
It was at this moment that Leon finally looked up at him, drunk on the feeling of making someone else feel good. Mondo looked spent, mouth agape and chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Leon slowed his movements to an almost stop, waiting for more response from Mondo.
It took a few seconds for Mondo to notice the change in pace and he glances back down at him, making eye contact. Leon groaned at the attention, starting up again. He bobbed his head, closing his eyes as Mondo let out a relieved sigh, hips stuttering.
"Feels good,” Mondo whispered, and Leon groans in response at the praise, grabbing at his hips and digging his fingers down as he holds him in place. He takes more of Mondo’s cock in his mouth, stretching his lips as he feels the dull press of it graze his throat. He wasn’t even halfway to taking Mondo’s entire length in his mouth and the thought both aroused and terrified him.
Despite his wandering thoughts, he kept up the motions with his hand, taking care of the rest of Mondo’s length as he continued bobbing his head, keeping clear from his own throat as he didn’t trust himself on finding out if he had a gag reflect just yet.
At some point in his dick-sucking haze, Mondo spoke out again, tugging softly at his hair. Leon pulled his mouth off his cock, looking up at him. Whatever he said went unregistered in Leon’s mind.
“Can I fuck yer face?” Mondo’s flushed face met Leon’s, and the ginger felt his own cock twitch in his pants, a lot more evidently strained than he imagined it'd be.
“Yes, yeah. Go ahead,” he responded. He gathered himself for a moment, mouth open and resting over the tip. His hands found Mondo’s hips and he held them firmly before nodding.
Mondo started the movements soft and slow, enjoying the drag of Leon’s mouth over his cock. It only took a few repetitions before the desperation set in, stirring his hips into a thrusting frenzy. Leon didn’t have time to react, instead, he clenched his eyes shut and let it happen, relaxing his mouth as much as he could, opening his jaw up for easier access. He held on for dear life to Mondo’s hips, listening to the gasps and grunts from his mouth.
The thrusts were powerful, Leon could feel the entire bed rock with them. Mondo’s cock repeatedly hit the back of his throat, Leon too distracted by the overall roughness to care or react.
The thrusts started getting sloppy eventually, Mondo doing his best to chase his high as he felt it oncoming. The sensations of Leon’s tight, slick mouth coupled with the sounds of wet clapping were enough to reel his senses in. He felt warmth flood over him again, the coil in his stomach tightening and bending to break at any moment.
He grasped Leon’s head, pulling it closer as he buried himself deeper with a few last desperate thrusts. “Leon, I’m gonna-!” He choked up with a gasp and came hard, painting Leon’s throat with his release. Leon’s eyes open wide, panting hard until Mondo finally let go of the grasp he had on his head.
Leon fell back on his ass and swallowed quickly, panting hard to catch his breath. He barely tasted anything, but damn was his throat feeling a bit sore now. He looked up at Mondo, noticing just how much of a disheveled mess he looked like. It was stimulating, seeing how his mouth had this much effect on Mondo.
He was uncomfortable in his own pants now, too riled up to be upset at the fact that he got hard just from giving a blowjob. Maybe if he musters up the courage, Mondo would be willing to blow him, too?
“Mondo-”
The door knocks. They stare at each other.
“It’s the fucking pizza,” Mondo laughs, tension easing away. He fixes his pants and gets up, heading for the door.
Leon fixes his clothes and sits back up on the bed. He figured if he couldn’t get his own pleasure, at least the pizza can get his mind off of it, hopefully. He watched Mondo tip the driver and come back with the pizza only to sit it on the floor. He kneels in front of Leon, and the action throws him off.
“What-”
“I’m gonna blow ya.”
“Oh,” Leon sighs, and Mondo lets out a silent chuckle.
“The pizza can wait, I figured I owe ya one.”
Leon nods enthusiastically and Mondo’s eager hands get to work on his pants, the TV clicking softly as it finally switched off from spending too long on the pause screen.
At least their game data was automatically saved.