Do not get a boner. Do not get a boner. Do not get a boner. Do not get a boner.
Okay, so, its not that bad, I mean bros get random awkward teenage boners all the time. So its not like its a big deal, I bet Karkat wont even notice. Okay, so I am officially delusional.
I tried shifting around to get my dick out of Kar's lower back, but every time I moved he would shift with me. If I didn't know Karkat better I would swear he was doing it on purpose.
"Well this is fuckin' lame" Dave suddenly exclaimed, getting up from the couch and turning of the TV.
"Then what the fuck do you think we should do Strider?" snapped back Karkat before I could even open my mouth. Dave got this smirk, stretched across his face, one I've never seen before. "Oh don't worry Karkitty I've got somethin'."
Dave walked over to the large CD played set up in the living room, and flipped it on. A heavy bass thumped out of the large speakers, startling me. But that thing that truly surprised me was Dave.
Dave Fucking Strider(he won't tell us if that's his real middle name or not, but knowing his brother, it probably is)
Those thin hips trusting about with the beat of the music, his abs twitching from the strain, his skin pale and smooth. It was beautiful, and mesmerizing, and a quick glace at Karkat told him that he was feeling the same way. He just got this vibe from Kar, like the were sharing thoughts or something. Or you know, could see the bulge pushing at the front of his pajamas.
The odd thing though, not that this whole situation isn't weird, but what really stood out was the Karkat wasn't protesting any of this. No yelling at Dave to put his shirt back on, or complaining about the music. His eyes where glued to the rolling expanse of Dave chest as he danced. It was incredible, if I had known that a half naked Strider was all that it took to shut up Karkat I would have suggested something like this a long time ago. But now my brain was overloading with images of half naked Strider(s). Of Dave long pale self all stretched out, muscles tight, twitching with pleasure. A Bro equally naked, but rather then long and pale, bulky and tan. I bet his broad shoulders could easily hold me up against a wall or something...
It was in the moment that Karkat decided to wiggle on top of my Strider inspire boner. I refuse to be help responsible for the high pitched moan the slipped from my throat as Kar continued to fidget on top of my dick. Now there's something you should know something about my dick. Its not giant or anything! But when I was with my last girlfriend, a blue haired punk chick named Vriska, I could never get more then a half-y while we were getting, intimate(but I'm seventeen, so I basically live with a constant half-y). She ended up dumping me for some smart mouth in a wheelchair, witch lemme just say, what a blow to my ego. I always figured it was like, early erectile dysfunction, or something messing with my ability to get fully hard. I always kinda thought that why my mom wasn't around when I was growing up, cus' this kinda thing is genetic.
But apparently all I needed was a pair of really hot Texan brothers and firm little butt rubbing on my crotch. Great.
Dave was still going strong, but now he was slowing moving across the living room toward me and Karkat. Signature smirk in place, as well as his dark shades perched on the bridge of his nose, the reds of his eyes looking over the top of them. I was so nervous as he advanced. I had not idea what I would do once he reached us. Apparently that wasn't something I had to worry about, because Karkat was climbing out of my lap, and meeting Dave half way. Karkat reached up onto the top of his tiptoes to meet Dave's lips is the worlds sloppiest and most rushed make-out session every. It also happened to be one of the hottest things I had seen in my short seven teen years of life, witch my prick was adamantly reminding me.
For a while I just sat there watching Karkat try and basically crawl up Dave. The shorter boy had his arms thrown around the blonds shoulders, his leg thrown over Dave's waist, only standing upright still because of Dave's iron grip on his leg and cute little ass. A literary of noises left Karkat, moans, whimpers, and I could have sworn even a chucked out of Dave. Their little show was really effecting me now, it was so hard not to just shove my hand down my pants and find a little bit of release. But I wasn't nearly as forward as Karkat or Dave.
Or so I thought...
The more moans and filthy noises Kartkat made as he wiggled against Dave, the harder it gets to keep my hand away from junk. So I didn't...
I slowly rubbed my hand against my aching dick, as it pushed up hard on my zipper. For a first few moments it relieved the pressure, but so after the pressure build up, worse the before. Not long after that noises started to slip from my lips.
A soft moan when I rubbed just the right way and my jeans pulled my foreskin back exposing my sensitive head. The little whimper when I pulled down the zipper and my dick felt like it could finally breathe, the heat of my pants released. The gasp when my hand gripped my dick, flesh to flesh, the blood pounding against my palm.
Dave soon toke notice, although Karkat hadn't yet, still trying to eat Dave face. Dave's sunglasses had completely been knocked off by the very same KittyKat tying to eat him. "Hey, baby, take a look at lil' Egbert, all hard and flushed. Poor little baby." Dave leered over the top of Karkat's head, red eyes gleaming with lust.
Karkat turned around, his back flushed to Dave's chest. His big brown eyes glazed over, his cheek's flushed deep red, and his lips bitten in tell they were swollen and pink. "Poor thing," rumbled Karkat, chest heaving, "think we should help him out?"
"Yes." Whispered Dave Fucking Strider into the ear of the little succubus currently eye-fucking me.
I gulped.