This story takes place after Juliette returns home from Bolivia and Avery subsequently moves back in with Gunnar and Will.

"You've been writing that song for like an hour now, man. Come on," whined Gunnar.

"Well, a little birdie told me I should try out songwriting, since I can't perform for a while, and here we are. Besides, you've been watching me work on this song for an hour and certainly no one's forcing you to do that," rebutted Will.

"Come on. I'm bored, man. Let's go do something," Gunnar pleaded.

"How about you go do something and I stay here and work on my songwriting," Will replied without even looking Gunnar's direction.

Gunnar's face lit up and he cracked a mischievous smile. He'd clearly just gotten an idea, and Will caught on to it.

"What are you thinkin'?" inquired Will, uneasy at the thought of Gunnar having an idea.

"Nothin'," Gunnar not-so-innocently responded as he made his way toward the couch Will was sitting on.

Will's guitar was hanging from his shoulder and his songwriting notebook was on the coffee table in front of him. Gunnar plopped down onto the couch beside Will.

"You know, I am very glad Avery's moved back, because you are a handful. Maybe he can entertain you when he gets home," said Will in a smart-alecky manner.

Gunnar didn't even say anything back, which was strange for him. Instead, he placed his hand on Will's leg. Will looked up from his notebook.

"What are you doin'?" Will asked, puzzled.

"I don't know," Gunnar said with a shrug.

Gunnar moved his hand a little further up Will's jean-covered thigh. Each time he moved his hand an increment on Will's leg, he examined Will's face to see how he was reacting. Will's facial expression was almost 100% confusion. He was just looking at Gunnar's hand.

"Gunnar? What's happening?" asked a lost Will, finally breaking his gaze on Gunnar's hand to look at his face.

"Well, I'm bored, and you're gay, so..."

"So...what? Because I'm gay, I must wanna have sex with you?"

"Well, no, but you are a guy." Gunnar moved his hand a little further, with it slightly touching Will's crotch, now. "And I can tell you us straight guys always wanna have sex, so I can't imagine it's much different for you gay guys."

"Gunnar, is this really what you wanna do? Are you really that bored?"

"Maybe I just wanna see what your cock looks like," said Gunnar brusquely.

"Look, Gunnar, we're friends. I don't want things to become weird just because you got really bored, you know?" pleaded Will.

"Will, you've been single for a long time now, so I can see right through your shit. I'm sure you'd love to fuck around with me, right now."

"Yes, it's been a while since I've gotten any sort of action, but why are we even talking about this? You're straight."

"I guess you should've thought of that before you refused to go out somewhere with me. You chose to stay home."

Gunnar's hand hadn't moved from Will's crotch, 'til he started to unbuckle Will's belt.

"Come on, man. You're really that bored? You're about to play with my dick right now?" asked Will in disbelief.

"Yep."

"Is this some kind of punishment for neglecting you?"

"Yup."

"How much of a punishment do you think it's really gonna be for me to have someone touching my dick? I mean, that sounds like more of a reward."

"Because I know you, Will, which means I know you're gonna feel super awkward, but at the same time, you're not gonna stop me because you're a horny little bastard. Your conflicting feelings will amuse me."

After unbuckling his belt, Gunnar stuck his hand into Will's underwear.

"Okay, this is really happening," said Will, face now turning beet red from the awkwardness.

"That's the reaction I was looking for," said Gunnar, cracking up. "You're not hard at all, though."

Gunnar started to stroke Will's special pal, which got quite the reaction from Will.

"Whoa! Oh my god, Gunnar. Okay, you're serious. I thought you were just gonna touch it to see how I'd react, because I know you love to mess with me, but you're really trying to get me hard, right now. I don't know what's going on with you, but we really shouldn't be doing this. Oh my god, your hand feels good."

Gunnar had the most mischievous smile on his face as he watched Will grit his teeth and fight back quiet moans.

"Holy shit, you're super hard now," noted Gunnar, laughing so hard that his face turned red.

"You're even more sick than I thought, man. You've got a hard dick in your hand and you think it's drop-dead hilarious," said Will, shaking his head at Gunnar's completely insane sense of humor.

Gunnar continued to perform on Will what one could only classify as a bonafide handjob.

"What's your endgame here?" Will asked between his heavy breathing and slight moaning. "'Cause I've gotta be honest with you, man, I'm not gonna last much longer, and I don't know how far you're trying to go with this prank or whatever the fuck is happening, right now."

"Oh, you're gonna cum? That should be interesting," said Gunnar sarcastically.

"You say that like you're joking, but I really am gonna...you know, if you keep going like this."

"Who's stopping you?" said Gunnar, before giving him a scoundrelly smile.

"Fuck. Gunnar, you've got me ridiculously horny. Now I'm gonna be horny all week. Thanks a lot. My injury was keeping my mind off of sex and now you've got my mind raging with sexual thoughts."

"You know, you're really talky for someone who's getting jerked off."

"I'm guessing you're not bored, anymore," scoffed Will.

"Nope, it's super fun watching you squirm at my touch. I'm actually really entertained, right now."

Gunnar meant what he said. He didn't know why he was enjoying himself so much, but he was having fun having so much control over Will. He loved watching Will's facial expressions as he brought him so much pleasure, and he didn't even know why he found it so interesting. His initial intention was only to make Will uncomfortable, but he'd somehow ended up where he was, actually trying to make Will have an orgasm. Will couldn't even talk anymore. Gunnar's soft hands felt amazing. Will could feel that he was only minutes from the inevitable, at that point. In fact, they were both so into what was happening that neither of them managed to hear Avery use his keys to get in the front door. Avery had an astonished expression on his face, once he saw what was going on. Gunnar noticed a figure in his peripheral vision. When he turned his head, he saw a stunned Avery standing there.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I just froze. Didn't mean to stand here watching like a creep!" explained Avery frantically before hightailing it up the stairs toward his bedroom.

"Avery, wait!" Gunnar called after him. "Ah, jeez."

"See what you did?" Will blamed.

Gunnar removed his hand from Will's underwear. It was way wetter than he expected.

"Jesus Christ. Did you cum?" asked Gunnar while shaking off his hand.

"Nope, that's all precum. I probably should've warned that I do that a lot," said Will in a teasing manner, knowing how much Gunnar hated anything sticky on his hands. "In my defense, you were trying to make me cum, so your hands were gonna end up at least a bit sticky, regardless."

"I've gotta go explain this to Avery," said Gunnar, dreading the thought of trying to explain something that he himself didn't even understand why he did.

Gunnar started to walk toward the staircase.

"Thanks for the blue balls," Will mumbled to himself.