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Moments
Several moments in which Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto begin to realize that what they feel for each other is more than just friendship. Until a moment where they can no longer resist or hide what they are feeling.
1. Laughter
It was a school day like any other. Shoko, Geto, and Gojo were chatting in the classroom.
Gojo threw out a funny comment every now and then. Geto laughed at every word as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life.
'Why do I find everything Satoru says so funny? If someone else said it, I might even think it's stupid ', Geto thought, questioning his own reactions.
'Why do I love seeing Suguru laugh so much? I must look like an idiot spouting all this nonsense, but I can't help it. Seeing him smile like that gives me peace ', Gojo thought.
'Come on, Geto, what's with that reaction? Gojo can be funny, but not that funny ', Shoko thought.
2. Boredom
Gojo was on a date with a friend of Shoko. They had met once and exchanged numbers.
'This is so boring. Hanging out with Suguru is so much more fun, we can talk for hours about anything and I'm never bored. It'd be better to skip all this small talk and go straight to the fun part...' Gojo thought while the girl was talking to him.
3. Butterflies
Gojo was sitting on a bench at school, but outdoors. Suddenly, Geto appeared with a drink in his hand, holding it out in front of his face as a sign that he'd bought it for him.
"Thanks, Suguru, I was just thinking about buying one," Gojo said, flashing a wide, ear-to-ear grin. Above his glasses, a special sparkle gleamed in his blue eyes.
For the first time, Geto felt butterflies in his stomach seeing that expression on his friend's face.
'Damn, what's this feeling? This shouldn't be happening when I look at Satoru. He's my best friend', Geto thought.
4. Chocolate
Gojo and Geto were walking through Tokyo after a mission.
Geto went into a konbini to buy a drink. Gojo, who didn't want anything, waited outside.
When Geto came out, he stretched out his hand toward his friend, offering a chocolate he'd bought for him.
He handed it over while sipping his drink, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Gojo felt his heart stop for a second before it started pounding harder than ever. He hadn't expected it, and that small gesture made his body react in a way he couldn't ignore.
'Why am I feeling like this? It's just a chocolate, it's not even the first time he's bought me something', Gojo thought, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
Geto was too busy hiding his own blush to notice the pink tint on his friend's cheeks.
5. Glances
They were in the classroom. Yaga was talking about something Gojo wasn't listening to at all. He was too busy stealing glances at Geto every now and then.
'What's wrong with me? Why do I feel this need to look at him?'Gojo thought.
Geto, on the other hand, wasn't in any better conditions than his friend, occasionally turning his head to sneak a look at him.
'Ugh, I can't even focus on class anymore. This is getting out of control', Geto thought.
'How many more months are going to pass before these two idiots finally admit what they feel?' Shoko thought, bored with the lesson and far more entertained by watching her friends.
6. Jealousy
They were in Akihabara: Geto, Shoko, and Gojo, strolling through the city while checking out electronics stores in search of a new phone for Shoko.
Suddenly, a group of students, just a couple of years younger than them, approached and started flirting with Geto.
Gojo felt a burning sensation in his chest and grew uncomfortable.
Geto was smiling as if the attention he was getting was the highlight of his day.
'What is this? Jealousy? But why? People flirt with me all the time too', Gojo thought.
7. Butterflies 2
They had just exorcised a special-grade curse.
"Good job," Geto said, raising his hand for a high-five with his friend.
Gojo raised his hand, and when their hands met and he saw the smile on Geto's face, he felt butterflies in his stomach.
'Okay, I know what's been happening to me all this time, or maybe I've always known. Damn, this isn't right. He's my best friend ', Gojo thought.
8. Training
It was a really hot day, and they were training alongside the second-years.
They weren't allowed to take off their shirts at school, but no one would say anything if a couple of buttons were undone, and that's how Geto was, standing there, drinking water to cool off.
His chest, exposed under the blazing sunlight. A few visible drop of sweat rolled down right where the open shirt revealed his skin.
Gojo was sitting a few meters away, resting with Shoko, who was keeping them company.
His gaze was fixed on Geto: on his chest, on his lips as he drank, on his face, on everything.
That sight was driving him crazy; he felt his pants tightening right at his pelvis. Yes, it was his erection, pressing hard against the fabric of his clothes.
'Shit ', Gojo thought as he quickly covered his lap with the jacket he had taken off earlier.
Shoko only noticed how he was staring, not his other problem, and couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"What's so funny?" Gojo asked, trying to sound casual.
"You're so obvious it's almost pathetic," she said, laughing even harder.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"It's obvious you want to pin Geto against a wall and do the most impure things you can imagine." And Gojo cursed his friend internally. Because yes, that's exactly what he wanted to do, and that image in his head was making his problem down there even worse.
Gojo swallowed hard and replied:
"Shut up."
And that was the confirmation Shoko didn't need, because she already knew.
9. Warmth
Now it was Gojo the one who was training with Nanami, while Geto rested.
At one point, they stopped to catch their breath.
Gojo wiped the sweat off his forehead with one hand. His hair, damp with sweat, left his forehead exposed, giving him a completely different look from usual.
Geto watched every second of it closely. In his head, it played out in slow motion.
He had never seen Gojo look so sexy before. And just then, Satoru turned his head toward where Geto was, his cheeks flushed from the heat, and with a merciless smile, he said:
"Man, it's so hot, it's unbearable."
Geto silently thanked the universe that his pants weren't tight, because there would've been no way to hide the bulge forming below.
'Fuck, Satoru, this is getting harder and harder', Geto thought.
10. Ice Cream
The three of them were in Shibuya, enjoying an ice pop.
They stood under the shade of some buildings, enjoying the moment.
Geto unwrapped his ice pop and slid it almost entirely into his mouth.
Gojo watched him with his mouth half open, his mind wandering to places it definitely shouldn't. Geto repeated the process several times, making a nearly obscene noise every time he pulled it out of his mouth.
Gojo was staring intently. Every movement was a feast for his eyes and for other parts of his body that shouldn't be reacting this way in public.
His erection was painful and noticeable through his pants. But Gojo was so mesmerized by the sight that he barely registered it.
Shoko, however, noticed by pure chance when she glanced down at her phone.
Holding back her laughter as best as she could, she gave him a light nudge on the shoulder and, without saying a word, subtly pointed to his not-so-small problem.
'Suguru, why can't you eat the ice pop like a normal person? Damn it, does everything he does have to be so sexy? God, I need to calm down', Gojo thought.
"Uh... I'm gonna find a bathroom," he said quickly, rushing off. He seriously needed to cool off, splash some cold water on his face, and stop watching Geto eat the ice pop like it was something else.
Geto, oblivious to the situation, was a bit surprised.
Shoko, after seeing her friend's expression, couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.
"What are you laughing at?" Geto asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just a text."
11. Cake
They were at a café, the three of them, enjoying a day off.
Geto had ordered a coffee, Shoko a milkshake with some cookies, and Gojo a tea with a cake.
The cake was cream and strawberry, Satoru's favorite.
"Mmm... This is so good. Ahhh... I never get tired of eating this," Gojo said, practically moaning with every bite.
He kept at it for a few more seconds, each sound more exaggerated than the last.
Geto couldn't take it. His cock throbbed hard against his boxers. Every noise coming from Satoru's mouth sent a spark of arousal shooting through his entire body.
'Satoru, why can't you eat like any other human being? Why do you have to moan like that? Ugh, this is too much', he thought, biting his lower lip.
"Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," he said when he genuinely couldn't take it anymore. His face was as red as a tomato, his pupils dilated, brimming with pent-up desire. He needed to calm down, and Gojo wasn't helping.
Shoko couldn't hold back her laughter.
"What's so funny?" Gojo asked.
"Have a little mercy on the poor guy," Shoko said, and as her friend raised an eyebrow, she added, still laughing:
"Stop moaning while you eat."
"I wasn't moaning."
"Yes, you were."
12. Fantasy
Gojo was in his room. The last few days had been a hell of accumulated sexual tension he hadn't been able to release.
He lay on his bed, face up, one arm resting over his forehead. He tried to fall asleep, but it was no use. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.
That afternoon in Shibuya, when Geto was eating the ice pop in the most obscene possible way, flashed through his mind before he could stop it.
His body reacted immediately. His breathing quickened, his blood rushed downward, making his member rise.
'No, don't do this, Satoru... this is wrong, so wrong. Suguru is my best friend ', Gojo thought, trying to hold back the desire.
But his hand was already sliding slowly down his abdomen, making its way toward the aching erection begging for attention.
He touched himself first over the fabric of his boxers, and that simple contact made a moan escape his mouth, which he quickly stifled by biting a finger.
Now, in his mind, he saw Geto sweaty, drops of sweat trailing down his chest, hair tousled. He could feel the heat of that day on his skin. Desire consumed him with every passing second.
Then he slipped his hand under the fabric of his underwear, gripping his cock firmly and stroking it slowly from base to tip.
'Damn... it's been so long since I did this... it feels so good ', he thought.
His breathing grew heavier, his movements more frantic. Now he imagined Geto pinning him against a wall, kissing his neck and then moving down to his abdomen.
Uncontrollable moans escaped his mouth, which he did his best to suppress.
His back arched with pleasure as he continued to stroke himself forcefully. The friction, mixed with his thoughts, was driving him wild.
Now Geto was kissing him over the fabric of his boxers, but quickly pulled them down, exposing his erection.
His hand moved even faster. The climax was coming too fast.
In his mind, Geto had taken his cock fully into his mouth and was moving, sucking from tip to base.
Gojo squeezed his eyes and teeth shut, gripping the sheets tightly with his free hand. He felt an uncontrollable urge to moan his friend's name loudly.
And that was all Gojo could take. The orgasm hit him hard, his body trembling as he released everything, accompanied by gentle strokes.
It had been too quick, but so intense at the same time.
'Shit, I shouldn't have done that', he thought afterward, once the euphoria had faded, running his clean hand over his face as guilt took hold of his body.
13. Memories
Geto was in his room after a refreshing shower. He was only wearing loose pants, no underwear.
He and Satoru had been training all afternoon after a short mission. That training had left him exhausted, but also with an uncontrollable urge to touch himself.
He lay face up on his bed and began to recall the images his eyes had captured with too much precision.
There was Gojo, his shirt completely soaked with sweat and the water he'd poured over himself moments ago to cool off. His hair was messy and Geto could clearly see how the Adam's apple in his throat moved up and down as he drank water. Drops of sweat were running down his face and neck.
Geto started sliding his hand slowly down his abdomen, past the waistband of his pants, until he reached his cock, already hard.
He began to stroke it gently, letting his mind fill with those images that, in his head, were even more erotic than any XXX video he'd ever seen.
Gojo was now staring straight at him and, with a charming smile, said, "I'm tired, let's call it a day."
Geto let out a soft moan; that smile drove him crazy. His hands moved faster, stroking every part with enthusiasm.
'Ahh... yes... this feels so good. God, I'm going to come any second ', he thought.
His breathing quickened with each touch. With his free hand, he started pulling at his hair, imagining it was Gojo doing it.
His back lifted off the bed. He bit his lower lip to suppress the sounds threatening to escape.
Now he imagined them both in bed, Gojo lying on it, moaning uncontrollably as Geto jerked him off.
His movements grew even more frantic. Pre-cum started leaking from his cock, acting as lubricant, making the friction even more intense.
'Fuck... fuck , I can't hold on anymore', he thought.
He imagined Gojo moaning his name, and that was it. The semen shot out forcefully, some landing near his face, some on his hand.
He kept stroking a bit more until everything was out. It had been months since he'd had an orgasm that intense.
'What have you done to me, Satoru? This is a disaster', Geto thought, once he'd calmed down.
14. Rub
It was another hot summer afternoon. Geto and Gojo were training, alone.
The heat wasn't just in the air but in their bodies too. Every brush between them was like fire burning everything in its path.
Their breaths were heavy, and it wasn't just from exhaustion or the heat. There was something more. That spark burning inside them, which they could no longer contain.
Due to a clumsy move by Gojo while trying to dodge a hit, they both ended up falling to the ground. Geto ended up with his back on the grass, and Satoru on top of him.
Their bodies were so close there was literally no space between them. Geto tried to get up with an awkward movement but couldn't move his friend's body, who took a few seconds longer to react.
That movement made their pelvises press even closer, causing their bulges to rub against each other. Geto couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips as he felt his erection collide with something hard on Gojo's body.
'Shit, he's going to notice I'm turned on. How do I get out of this? ' Geto thought with his heart pounding.
Gojo stared at him intensely, his pupils fully dilated, his mouth slightly open.
'What was that? Was that his...? God, am I dreaming, or did Geto just moan from the contact? Fuck... my dick is so hard it hurts. Maybe I'm imagining things. I need to get up fast, or he'll notice', Gojo thought.
And at that moment, Geto's member hardened even more; the view from below was sending his mind to places it shouldn't.
And Gojo felt it, felt it so clearly there was no way it wasn't his friend's erection.
"Suguru..." he started to say, but truthfully, he didn't know what to say.
Geto swallowed hard and began to panic. He hadn't realized Satoru was in the same or worse state than him.
He didn't know what to say either and was frozen; even if he wanted to, his body wouldn't move.
Gojo, subconsciously refusing to believe that what he was feeling was Geto's arousal, decided to act to confirm it.
And slowly, hesitantly, he shifted slightly and moved his pelvis, brushing it against Geto's again.
Geto's mouth opened, and he tilted his head back, but he didn't let any sound escape his lips.
This time, Gojo felt it clearly, and the expression on his friend's face confirmed that Geto was in the same conditions.
'Oh my God, I swear I could cum just from this', Gojo thought, as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure flood through his body.
"Sa... Satorruu, what are you doing?" Geto said, his breath ragged, his hands gripping the grass tightly.
The way Geto said his name made Gojo lose the little sanity he had left.
He repeated the movement two more times without saying a word.
Geto could no longer hold back the sounds escaping his mouth, and Gojo, feeling he couldn't hold back anymore, let out a soft moan.
'Damn, I can't take it anymore', Gojo thought.
"Satoru... please... stop... this isn't funny," Geto said, hiding his face with one hand.
"Shit, who said this was funny, Suguru? You're driving me crazy. My cock is so hard it's unbearable."
And that's when Geto realized that the hardness he felt was nothing other than his friend's erection, and the pleasure hit him even harder.
He placed his hands on Gojo's head, pulling him closer, and kissed him. He kissed him with force and urgency. Their pelvises pressed together again, sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies.
Both moaned as they kept kissing, their tongues battling for dominance, their bodies moving in sync. They were both at their limit, but neither wanted it to end so quickly.
"Wait..." Gojo said, panting, sitting up but staying in place, then added:
"Do you want to... go to my room?" he said, looking straight into his eyes.
Geto forgot how to breathe for a few seconds. This was all too much to process, and the arousal he felt didn't let him think clearly.
"Yes... let's go," he said between gasps.
After that, Gojo stood up, helping Geto in the process. They grabbed their things and practically ran to the dorms. Once inside, and as soon as the door closed, Gojo pushed Geto against it and started kissing him, gripping his shirt tightly.
Geto broke the kiss and began sucking on his friend's neck with intensity, but not enough to leave a mark.
Gojo tilted his head back and moaned loudly, letting the pleasure consume him, almost forgetting they were inside the school and someone could hear.
Geto continued until he bit his earlobe, and Gojo felt he couldn't take it anymore. He gently pushed him back and, between kisses, guided him to the bed.
He fell back onto the mattress as Geto placed his knees on either side of his body, along with his hands.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes without saying a word.
'How far does he want to go with this today? ' Geto thought, letting anxiety get the better of him.
'God, he drives me crazy. I've never wanted to have sex with someone this badly', Gojo thought at the same time.
Finally, Geto let his arms drop to the bed, closing the distance between them, and started kissing him.
Gojo responded with equal intensity, lifting Geto's shirt to pull it over his head, revealing his friend's well-defined abs.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen him like this, nor the first time the sight turned him on, but this time was different because now he could touch him, feel him.
Geto did the same with Gojo's shirt, unbuttoning it so slowly that Gojo wanted to yell at him to rip the buttons off already.
And upon seeing Satoru's body, Geto felt the same. He wanted to touch him, kiss him, and admire him for the rest of the day if possible.
Once both were shirtless, they started kissing with more fervor than before. Geto pinned Gojo back against the bed and began moving his hips, making their bulges rub together again, with even more intensity than before.
"Suguru... this feels so good," Gojo said, his hands roaming Geto's back.
"Yeah... way too good."
Gojo started moving his hands down to the buttons of Suguru's uniform, unbuttoning them with trembling hands.
Once he succeeded, he slid his hand beneath the waistband of Geto's boxers, grabbing his cock and stroking it deliberately slowly.
Geto pressed one hand against his mouth to keep the moans from escaping and then started unbuttoning Gojo's pants, returning the favor.
Gojo bit his lower lip hard as he continued stroking his friend.
Small sounds escaped both their mouths, making the arousal even more intense.
Gojo was at his limit but didn't want it to end there. He gently moved Geto's hand away and said:
"Wait, Suguru... if you keep going, I'm going to come, and I don't want this to end yet," he said, looking into his eyes with a mischievous smile. Geto could feel his own climax nearing just from seeing his friend's expression and moved Gojo's hand away.
Geto pinned Gojo back against the mattress and started kissing him again, on his mouth, neck, chest, abdomen, stopping just at the waistband of his boxers. He looked up at his friend's face and met those blue eyes staring at him intensely.
"No, don't do it. It's not that I don't want to, because god, I do, but if you do that, I won't last," Gojo said.
Geto kissed him again, more softly this time, and then asked:
"Satoru... have you ever been with a guy?" He knew Gojo wasn't a virgin, but for obvious reasons, sex with a woman wasn't the same as with a man.
"No... you?"
"Yeah... in both positions," he said, pausing briefly and then scratching his neck he added:
"Since this would be your first time... if you want... you could be the one inside me today... and next time we could switch if you'd like."
"You want there to be a next time?" Gojo said, grinning cheekily.
Geto's cheeks couldn't get any redder; he was already embarrassed by what he'd said, and Gojo's question made it worse.
"Shut up," he replied, looking to the side.
Gojo gently grabbed his neck and pulled him back into an intense kiss, then said:
"I was just kidding... I've wanted this for so long. I want it to happen again too."
Gojo kissed him again, more intensely than ever, while sliding down both his pants and boxers, and pushing him slowly onto the bed in a clear gesture that he'd accepted his offer
Geto did the same with Gojo's clothes, and once they were both completely naked, Gojo leaned over Suguru's body, moving slowly.
Their erections, now without clothes in the way, rubbed against each other, making the pleasure uncontrollable.
Both moaned loudly, forgetting the rest of the world. They stayed like that, kissing and rubbing, for a few more seconds, but more careful with the sounds they made.
"Mmm... I thought this couldn't get any better, but I was wrong," Gojo said, panting heavily.
"Damn, yeah, it feels so good," Geto said next.
Neither could hold back anymore; they needed to feel each other more deeply.
At that moment, Gojo looked at him nervously and said:
"I have condoms, but I don't have lube."
"It's okay, with some saliva and starting slow, it should be fine."
Gojo began preparing his friend with saliva-coated fingers and trembling hands. He was nervous; he'd never done this before and wanted Geto to enjoy it too.
He started with one finger, gradually adding a second, then a third. All while using his other hand to stroke Geto's cock.
Geto was lying on the bed, one arm over his forehead, panting and arching his back uncontrollably.
That simple sight made Gojo want to come right then and there without any stimulation to his own member.
"Satoru... please..." Geto said, moaning.
And that was all Gojo needed. He grabbed a condom from the drawer next to the bed and, with trembling hands, put it on with an urgency he didn't even know he had.
He lifted Geto's hips, placing a pillow underneath for better access, and began guiding the tip of his cock to his entrance.
Biting his lower lip hard, he started penetrating him slowly, bit by bit. Once his entire member was inside, he asked:
"Suguru... are you okay?" his chest rising and falling uncontrollably.
Geto had one hand pulling at his hair and the other gripping the sheets tightly. Gojo had barely moved, and Geto was already at his limit.
The view from below was more than he could handle. Sweat dripped from Gojo's forehead, his cheeks flushed from the heat and exertion, his chest heaving as more sweat trickled down his body. His teeth eagerly biting his lower lip, and that was driving Geto wild.
"Yeah, fuck, I'm okay, please move."
And he did, slowly at first, and when he saw that Geto wasn't complaining, he began thrusting with more enthusiasm.
"Oh... God, this feels so good," Gojo said between moans.
He'd never felt so much arousal and didn't know if it was because it was his first time penetrating that particular hole or because it was with Geto. But it was driving him insane.
"Ahh... Satoru... it feels so good," Geto said, the hand gripping the sheets now at his mouth, biting it to suppress the moans.
Gojo leaned closer to Geto, intertwining their hands as he moved faster.
He was close... so close, and he could already feel the orgasm threatening to burst out.
"Suguru... I'm going to come... I can't hold on anymore."
"Me... me too."
Geto wrapped his hand around his own cock and began stroking it eagerly.
A few seconds later, they both reached climax, Geto first, spilling his cum over his abdomen and Satoru's chest, followed shortly by Gojo.
The orgasm hit them both harder than ever before.
Gojo collapsed onto Geto's chest and then said:
"Wow, that was..."
"Incredible," Geto finished, with a wide, ear-to-ear smile, both still catching their breath.
"It really was," Gojo said, smiling too.
Without fully getting up, Gojo grabbed some tissue from the drawer next to his bed to clean them both. Then, instinctively, he rested his head back on Geto's chest.
' Should I move? Suguru doesn't seem to want to get up either. But... what does all this mean?' Gojo thought, a little nervous.
'I should get up... though, I think Satoru's already asleep. I don't want to disturb him, and it feels so good to stay like this. But... this was just sex, right? He said he wanted to do it again, but that doesn't mean anything, does it? ' Geto thought at the same time.
Neither of them said a word, and a few seconds later, the exhaustion from training and what had just happened made sleep overtake them.
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