Kasukabe asked if it would be better to stand up and hug. Heâd given hugs before, but he didnât have much experience giving hugs to guys, and didnât know how he should do it.
âJust stay there,â 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.
âIâm sorry,â 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 â this time, the scent of shampoo, not body lotion. The same smell as my hair. That made me oddly happy.
âThere, there.â
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 â although that could have been the alcohol.
âYou feel kinda hot,â Kasukabe said.
âReally? My normal temperature is this high.â
You feel kinda hot, so get off me already, was what he was trying to say, but he answered me earnestly.
âThat makes sense. And youâre drunk as well, so. That night, you were also⌠I mean, never mind. Never mind.â
By âthat nightâ, 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.
âWas my technique that good?â 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 didnât want to say that I was good, or that it felt good.
We continued hugging each other silently.
We stayed in each otherâs 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 Kasukabeâs biological clock was out of whack because he was drunk.
âHas it been one minute yet?â 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.
âYou ok?â I asked.
âW-What? Yeah, Iâm fine. Iâm gonna go to sleep now.â
He tried to make it look like he was sleepy, but he didnât leave his seat. He couldnât leave his seat. There was no way to hide an erection in those thin shorts, and he couldnât put his hands in his pockets to hide it, either. Any guy would see right through it.
âAlready?â
âYeah, Iâm pretty tired from work, and itâs been a long day⌠if you want, thereâs some pudding in the fridge. Itâll help you sleep quickly.â
He was probably hoping to get up and go to his room while I went to the fridge. But I donât really like sweet things. Weâd 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.
âYou can eat the pudding tomorrow, Kasukabe. Are⌠you ok?â
âIâm fine.â
Take the hint, Kasukabe screamed mentally, gesturing towards his crotch.
âThis isnât what it looks like,â he said.
Heâs cute when he gets all panicked. So I decided to help him out. In my own, evil way, of course.
âI know itâs easy to get hard when youâre tired, and you havenât gotten any recently, right? Itâs just biology.â
Kasukabe seemed to understand what I was saying; that his erection wasnât a reaction to me. He seemed a little more relieved.
âYeah, I guess I have been pretty tired. And I have been going through a dry spell lately.â
Kasukabe hadnât 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 hadnât done anything with a girl for a while. It might have also been that he didnât have a lot of money to spend on them. Even though he was working part-time, he couldnât 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.
âWant me to help you out with that?â I offered.
âWhat? No, stop it. Iâm not gay.â
It sounded like he was just telling himself that. Should I go for it?
âI know youâre not gay. But Horita said heâs been watching you. You have to let it out somewhere, or youâll wind up at some girlâs house again.â
âI can get myself off.â
âLet me give my thanks to you. For the hug.â
âI said, itâs fine.â
âWhat if you closed your eyes? Just imagine Iâm a girl. Like we did⌠that night.â
Kasukabe seemed flustered when I mentioned that night. I had broken through his line of defence.
âWha⌠are you saying⌠no, forget it.â
I put a hand on Kasukabeâs crotch. The sofa was barely wide enough for three people, so Kasukabe was trapped against me and the armrest.
âKasukabe, Iâll take care of it. Just close your eyes.â
Even through the fabric of his shorts, I could feel the outline of his dick, hot and hard.