Chapter 6 Hot

Kasukabe asked if it would be better to stand up and hug. He’d given hugs before, but he didn’t have much experience giving hugs to guys, and didn’t know how he should do it.

“Just stay there,” I said, shuffling over to the sofa across from him. Slightly unsure of what to do, he awkwardly extended his arms towards me, as if to say, bring it in.

The hug was unexpectedly comforting.

“I’m sorry,” I said, wrapping my hands around his waist and burying my head in his chest. His arms were light, but they supported my weight well. I took a deep breath in – this time, the scent of shampoo, not body lotion. The same smell as my hair. That made me oddly happy.

“There, there.”

My ears were pressed closely against his upper body, making it easy to hear his heart through two layers of fabric. His heartbeat was quite fast – although that could have been the alcohol.

“You feel kinda hot,” Kasukabe said.

“Really? My normal temperature is this high.”

You feel kinda hot, so get off me already, was what he was trying to say, but he answered me earnestly.

“That makes sense. And you’re drunk as well, so. That night, you were also… I mean, never mind. Never mind.”

By “that night”, he was implying the night that I gave him head. And he was implying that a certain body part of mine was hot. He seemed to get flustered at the memory, causing his body to start heating up and his heartbeat race.

It had already been a minute, but it was hard to let go.

The bomb had already been dropped by Kasukabe. Now I was only adding fuel to his fire.

“Was my technique that good?” I asked, hugging him tight and whispering in his ear. His body trembled. He took a moment to catch his breath, but he gave no response. Kasukabe didn’t want to say that I was good, or that it felt good.

We continued hugging each other silently.

We stayed in each other’s arms for another three minutes, but Kasukabe made no effort to break apart. I was glad, but I was afraid I was coming off as too clingy. It might have been that Kasukabe’s biological clock was out of whack because he was drunk.

“Has it been one minute yet?” I asked, and Kasukabe pulled away. I was reluctant to separate, but then I realised something. Kasukabe, who had been sitting on the edge of the sofa, closed his legs and raised his knees to his chest.

He was covering his crotch.

… Was he hard?

He was desperately trying to cover it up, but his actions gave him away.

“You ok?” I asked.

“W-What? Yeah, I’m fine. I’m gonna go to sleep now.”

He tried to make it look like he was sleepy, but he didn’t leave his seat. He couldn’t leave his seat. There was no way to hide an erection in those thin shorts, and he couldn’t put his hands in his pockets to hide it, either. Any guy would see right through it.

“Already?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired from work, and it’s been a long day… if you want, there’s some pudding in the fridge. It’ll help you sleep quickly.”

He was probably hoping to get up and go to his room while I went to the fridge. But I don’t really like sweet things. We’d bought the pudding for Horita, who always eats something sweet after drinking. Kasukabe took a jab at Horita for being such a girl, but he picked out a nice pudding for Horita earlier when we went shopping.

Only Horita likes pudding.

“You can eat the pudding tomorrow, Kasukabe. Are… you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

Take the hint, Kasukabe screamed mentally, gesturing towards his crotch.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he said.

He’s cute when he gets all panicked. So I decided to help him out. In my own, evil way, of course.

“I know it’s easy to get hard when you’re tired, and you haven’t gotten any recently, right? It’s just biology.”

Kasukabe seemed to understand what I was saying; that his erection wasn’t a reaction to me. He seemed a little more relieved.

“Yeah, I guess I have been pretty tired. And I have been going through a dry spell lately.”

Kasukabe hadn’t done anything dumb like invite a girl over to our place so far, and besides, he was saying that he was getting tired of sex. He really hadn’t done anything with a girl for a while. It might have also been that he didn’t have a lot of money to spend on them. Even though he was working part-time, he couldn’t spend much because he was still looking for his own apartment, and he needed to save up for a deposit. He also paid for all my meals, in exchange for rent. He even paid for tonight.

“Want me to help you out with that?” I offered.

“What? No, stop it. I’m not gay.”

It sounded like he was just telling himself that. Should I go for it?

“I know you’re not gay. But Horita said he’s been watching you. You have to let it out somewhere, or you’ll wind up at some girl’s house again.”

“I can get myself off.”

“Let me give my thanks to you. For the hug.”

“I said, it’s fine.”

“What if you closed your eyes? Just imagine I’m a girl. Like we did… that night.”

Kasukabe seemed flustered when I mentioned that night. I had broken through his line of defence.

“Wha… are you saying… no, forget it.”

I put a hand on Kasukabe’s crotch. The sofa was barely wide enough for three people, so Kasukabe was trapped against me and the armrest.

“Kasukabe, I’ll take care of it. Just close your eyes.”

Even through the fabric of his shorts, I could feel the outline of his dick, hot and hard.