Hunter is Gon.

Hunter is Gon.

Hunter is Gon.

The realisation hits Killua like a ton of bricks. The hot guy he's been jerking off to, the guy who he has bought porn of, is his best friend. His gorgeous best friend who he's been in love with for years. So many questions stampede through his mind at once he feels lightheaded. How could this happen? What made Gon decide to become a camboy? Does Gon know that Killua watches him? What are the chances of this happening? Has Gon really filmed himself on his bed? What is Killua going to do?

Killua's rampant thoughts stutter to a stop and vanish completely when Gon moves on his bed. Holy shit. This is Gon in his entirety, his glorious entirety. Killua stares, transfixed, as Gon spreads his legs open wide and places his hands teasingly on his thighs, so close to where Killua really wants them to go. His mouth goes dry. The fact that this man, who Killua has watched freely fuck himself on camera for thousands to see, who's so confident in himself and knows exactly what he's doing sexually, is Gon turns Killua on to a frightening degree.

Gon's cock is hard against his stomach, and through his, frankly, repetitive internal screaming of that's Gon's cock, that's Gon's cock, that's Gon's cock Killua wonders what he thought about to get it that way. Was Gon hard while they were together at lunch? Suddenly, the strangeness of Gon not coming with him to Alluka's makes complete sense. While Killua was with Alluka, Gon was doing this. A movement on the screen draws Killua back to the present and… wow. He gasps when Gon finally places a hand on himself, blood pooling downward at Gon's breathy moan. What people would give for this. Killua has read stranger's comments fantasising about meeting Hunter in real life. He never paid any mind to it. But now… he could hear those moans in person, he could…

Gon presses a finger into himself and Killua's vision centres in on the scene before him: Gon propped up on his pillows, gasping prettily, and naked—well, not completely naked. Killua was too distracted before by all the bare skin Gon was revealing, he hadn't even noticed the socks covering his feet, or the fact they have puppies on them. Suddenly, spiking through the arousal, Killua's heart flutters at how endearing Gon is, a mixture of fondness and heat surging through him all at once. Gon is just so cute, and unwillingly Killua finds himself smiling. Of course Gon of all people would wear socks while… Killua's brain goes numb for a second. While fucking himself on his fingers.

Killua's smile falls off his face as Gon begins pressing in another finger. And all Killua's eyes seem capable of doing is remain glued to the rhythm of Gon's fingers, the hot stretch of it. Whines escape Gon as he tries to push deeper, his back arching in his attempt, and suddenly Killua wishes he could be there to help him—he feels the sudden urge to burst into his bedroom, wake up Gon, and have him fall apart on his fingers.

Instead, Killua simply watches as his own bed gets defiled, cock straining uncomfortably in his pyjama bottoms. Then Gon pulls out that black dildo, and Killua somehow becomes harder if that's even possible, and questions race through his mind. Where the fuck did Gon pack that? Is it in his suitcase right now? Did Gon really bring that into his home?

Gon starts preparing to take it, and Killua's stomach drops. Arousal and guilt at odds with each other in his brain, Killua forces himself to look away.

He shouldn't do this. This is everything he ever dreamed of, but… It's stupid and doesn't make any sense because Killua has obviously already seen Gon naked (more than in fact), but Killua wants to experience Gon like this for the first time properly—with Gon's consent and not through a stupid screen so he can actually touch him. Killua kicks himself internally because he should just take what he can get, because he doesn't have a chance in hell with someone like Gon, who is the living embodiment of sunlight and excruciatingly handsome, but he can't stop himself from hoping.

So despite all his senses screaming against it, he closes the video and tries to will down his erection. He can't touch himself, because if he does, he knows with absolute certainty he won't be able to resist opening the video again.

Killua searches his mind for something to think about besides his pulsing cock and surprisingly finds a distraction within seconds: a question. Should he tell Gon or not? If he does, Gon might be embarrassed and freak out, or worse, be disgusted that Killua was one of the perverts who bought porn off of him and never speak to him again. But if Killua doesn't tell him, he'll have to live the rest of his life knowing it and not say a thing. Who could he tell besides Gon, Alluka? The full weight of how pathetically little friends he has sinks in, but then the thought occurs that even if he did have other friends, he wouldn't betray Gon like that. A selfish part of him whispers that not telling Gon would also mean that a certain fantasy would never come true.

His brain is still rattling with questions when he falls asleep.

An energetic voice slices through his sleep and Killua groans, willing unconsciousness to consume him again.

"Killua! Hey! Killua wake up!"

"Go awayyy," Killua mumbles into his pillow, barely registering that it's Gon.

"We're going for a run!"

"Nooo," Killua moans. A run is the last thing on his mind right now. The mere thought of one makes him want the ground to swallow him whole and lull him back to sleep.

"Yes we are, because it's my second last day living with you so you have to do what I say!"

That snaps Killua out of it. He blinks blearily in front of him and encounters Gon, standing with his hands on his hips, a stern but excited look on his face. Jesus, Gon is way too hyper in the mornings.

"What time is it?"

"Six!"

Killua groans again. It should be illegal to get up that early.

"You suck," Killua says, not meaning it. Gon knows that too because he continues to be remorseless.

"And you have to get up."

"Fine."

It's when Killua sits up on the couch that he remembers last night's events. Holy shit. Holy Shit. Gon is a camboy. Gon is a fucking camboy. Killua doesn't think he'll ever get over that fact.

Gon, on his part, looks none the wiser. Instead, he happily starts making them a light breakfast in the kitchen. Of course Gon is already fully dressed in his running gear, ready to hit the road at any moment, and Killua's hit with two simultaneous thoughts: One, Gon looks adorable in the mornings. And two, Killua knows what Gon looks like being fucked by a vibrator. His cheeks warm just thinking about it, and although Gon is only innocent right now, Killua is the complete opposite. Enough, he scolds himself.

Killua coughs. "You're obviously not feeling tired anymore," he says, not letting his voice waver, even though Gon's gasps of pleasure echo in his ears.

Gon looks up from his food, breakfast ready. "Oh, after yesterday? Yeah I'm completely good now! Just needed to get home and nap is all."

"Right." Yes, Gon, you were definitely having a nap and not masturbating on my bed goes unsaid.

Gon waves him over. "What are you doing still sitting on the couch for? Get your ass over here and eat!" Killua wishes Gon didn't say that because his mind is in horny mode right now and goes straight from ass, to Gon's ass, to fucking Gon's ass, and that's really not a great thought when you're wearing thin pyjama bottoms.

"Yeah, just give me a minute to change," he says, already on his way to his room.

"You better not be going in there to fall asleep again!" Gon calls out, much too chipper than the morning warrants.

"I won't, trust me." Yeah right, like there's any way he's doing that when Gon literally fucked himself on it yesterday.

Once Killua's changed into more appropriate running gear, he finds a plate of toast and avocado waiting for him on the table.

"Eat up, we'll be going in ten minutes," Gon says, eyes eager.

Killua nods, not trusting himself to say anything.

The room is filled with Gon's loud chewing, and the sound of his leg shaking under the table. In contrast, Killua forces down the food. He really does not feel like eating, or going for a run, but he'll do it for the sake of Gon's happiness.

And Gon really does look happy. Any trace of weirdness from yesterday is gone, and he's reverted to his former self. Probably because he's well fucked whispers Killua's brain.

He forces down another bite.

Okay, so Killua is a lot more unfit than he remembers. He hasn't gone for a proper run in months, and Gon doesn't seem to have that problem at all. In fact, he's somehow able to have a conversation while they're running, like Killua isn't struggling enough. It would be a hit to his ego that he's gasping through every word while Gon sounds perfectly normal if Killua wasn't busy admiring how fit he is.

The morning air is cool, and Killua is glad for it. Gon leads them around the block and towards the inner city, and knowing it's going to be a long run Killua lets his thoughts wander while Gon rambles on about the specifics of making the perfect lasagna.

Looking back on everything, he feels like an idiot for not realising Hunter was Gon before. The green hair was a massive clue. It's not exactly a common physical trait yet it had somehow managed to slip past his mind. Hunter's voice is another. Gon's voice has become slightly deeper than when Killua last saw him, but the cadence and rhythm is the exact same. Then again, Killua hadn't seen Gon for so long, and… there was quite a big physical change. He was always indescribably gorgeous but now it's on a whole other level. And Killua finds it sickly humorous that he was worrying about jerking off to Gon this whole time when he's already been doing it.

Killua decided while eating breakfast that he can't tell Gon what he knows he's Hunter. He can't because that will ruin everything. Gon isn't the type to freak out on him but it will still be awkward. Nothing will ever be the same. There'll be too high a chance that Gon will leave. And Gon is not someone Killua is willing to lose.

"…so yeah, I've found a place to stay!" cuts in Gon's voice. "I tried to organise everything so I could move straight in as soon as I got here, but the landlord said there was some paperwork she still needed to get done, so I'll be good to go in two days! But don't worry. It's pretty close to yours, so don't get too sick of me yet," Gon finishes with a cheeky grin.

"How will you be paying for it?" slips out before Killua can catch himself.

Gon's grin falls for a split second. "Oh, I do freelance work and stuff online."

Liar. "Oh cool, what type of freelance?" Why is Killua doing this? He's not sure. Perhaps curiosity has gotten the better of him or he's gone mentally insane. Either one goes.

Gon chuckles, and if Killua didn't know he was lying he would've thought it genuine. "I edit people's videos. Learnt while I was travelling and needed spare money."

It's probably true, Gon would need to edit his own stuff.

"Anyway," Gon says, stopping abruptly on the sidewalk causing Killua to skid to a stop beside him. "Here's my place!"

Wait, this means the apartment is only a twenty-minute run away. Killua won't have to worry about not seeing Gon often at all. He can't deny that the idea of Gon moving out in only a few days had set his stomach into knots. The city is big, and if he was unlucky, it could've taken an hour to reach him, but this… this is doable.

"It looks great, doesn't it?" Gon exclaims.

"It looks like a regular set of apartment blocks."

"Yeah, but one of them is mine now! I'd show you the inside, but I'm not allowed to yet."

"You sure this place isn't a scam?" It almost seems too good to be true.

"I'm sure. Kite recommended it to me so I don't think the place will be a dump."

Killua nods, trusting Kite's judgement. It really isn't a bad place. The area isn't littered with too much garbage, and while there isn't necessarily a nice view, it's not completely grey and concreted.

"You did good."

"Thanks! Now let's get running again!"

Killua withholds a groan.

They get back home sweaty and panting. Not in the way I'd like, inputs Killua's dumb brain.

"Why are you making that face for Killua?" comes Gon's voice, and Killua panics.

"Huh? I'm not making a face!" Killua blurts, ignoring the heat rushing to his cheeks.

"Yes, you are. Now spill."

"I don't need to spill anything because I wasn't making a face. Idiot," he adds.

Gon, who previously had been lying relaxed on the couch beside him sits up straight and immediately Killua realises he's in danger. "If you won't fess up, I'll tickle you."

Killua stills. "You wouldn't dare."

Gon eyes him menacingly and Killua knows he's screwed. "You know I would."

They lock eyes for several moments, stuck in a battle of wills. Gon's eyes are intense, but Killua can't look away. What else can he do? He can't give up and confess he was making that face thinking of Gon being naked and sweaty with him. So he trudges through the seconds, resolute in the fact he's not going to say a word. It ends up being Gon who looks away first, and Killua feels a temporary sense of triumph that's immediately thwarted by a ball of muscle and energy barging toward him, knocking him to the ground, and tickling him.

If Killua has one glaring physical weakness, it would be how ticklish he is. And Gon seems perfectly happy to exploit that weakness.

"Stop! Gon please!" Killua gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as Gon assaults him with tickles to the neck. Killua fights and tries to wriggle out of Gon's grip, desperate, but Gon has pinned him down with his legs, meaning the only way he's getting out of this is if he throws Gon off him. But Killua does not have the physical advantage here.

Gon continues to tickle him, and as each minute passes by, Killua loses more and more breath as he kicks to get free. But Gon is steadfast and strong, and Killua can't move an inch as he's assailed with more and more tickling, gasping for air.

"Just tell me and I'll stop!" giggles Gon, much too happy to be torturing Killua than a decent friend should be.

"You—asshole!" he gets out between strained breaths.

"Tell me! Tell me!"

This is how Killua's going to die. Suffocated to death by tickling.

And there Gon is on top of him, looking like he's having the time of his life, grinning wide with his stupid Christmas hair, and despite feeling like he's dying, Killua can't help but admire him.

"Tell me what you were thinking!"

Gon is too distractingly beautiful for his own good because Killua says it before he even registers thinking it.

"You," he blurts out, unbidden.

Gon freezes on top of him, and although a tidal wave of panic rises in Killua's throat, he can't help but be relieved by the reprieve in tickling.

"What did you say?" Gon asks, staring down at him.

He is so screwed. He is so screwed. "Nothing."

"You said 'you', Killua," Gon says slowly, his mouth now ticking upward.

His heart feels like it's going through a blender but he still doesn't say a word.

"You were thinking about me!" Gon reiterates, positively beaming now.

Why couldn't he have played it cool? Why couldn't he just lie? He can't possibly do it now. Gon will know in an instant if he does. The possibility of Killua revealing another secret does pop up in his brain, but that's not an option, considering the only other one he can think of is how deeply in love with Gon he is. Despite everything, Killua still can't find it in himself to open his mouth.

His silence must reveal something to Gon, however, because something sparks in his eye. Killua doesn't like that at all. As Gon stares down at him, it only gets worse. He's scanning Killua's face like he's trying to find something. Like he's realised something and he's trying to find proof. There's only one possible reason for that, because it's not like he can read his expression and know Killua knows he's Hunter. Gon must suspect Killua likes him. He hasn't been subtle in his admiration for Gon so it's not that hard to believe. But the truth of that is unbearable. "Hey, do you by chance—"

Killua can't let him finish that sentence. He's too scared by what it might mean. By what it might lead to. Before he knows it, he's yelled out, "I know what your job is!"

Killua freezes, and Gon above him has too. Both their bodies tense as the silence draws out. Gon's face has gone blank but Killua can tell he's picking out his next few words carefully. "You know… I do freelance editing?"

Killua shakes his head. There's no turning back now. "No. I know you do cam stuff."

Gon pauses on his lap, his legs still pinning Killua's down. And every molecule of his body is screaming at him to run away as he awaits Gon's reaction. Gon's face flickers from shock, to fear, and then to something Killua could interpret as interest if he didn't know better. And then Gon laughs, loud and bright, and Killua has no idea what's going on.

"You're so adorable," Gon says, his mouth tugging upwards. "Really adorable."

"What?"

Gon smiles harder, and then he says something that knocks Killua's entire being off kilter. "I like you."

"What?"

"I've liked you for a long time," Gon continues. "As in more than a friend, if you somehow find a way to explain my words away. I like you a lot."

Killua's world is exploding. The very core of the earth is deteriorating at this very moment, dooming humanity to destruction, but Killua is alight and burning and full of hope.

"What?" Killua whispers, starting to feel like a broken record.

"I like you," Gon repeats, shattering Killua's world yet again. "I have to admit I was hoping to wait a bit longer to confess, and you probably think it's weird that I'm choosing this moment to tell you, but if you know about me being a camboy… Let's just say I'm a bit desperate, and I'm hoping by telling you… you won't be scared away."

That jolts Killua's brain back into gear, shoving 'he likes me' away temporarily. "Why would it scare me away?"

Gon's mouth turns into a strained grimace. "My job's not exactly something people look at favourably." He pauses. "So what do you say, Killua? Got anything to say? Because if I'm being honest, I'm kinda freaking out right now."

This is so much information to process at once. Rapid fire, Killua flicks through all the facts: One, Gon likes him. Two, Gon knows that Killua knows he's Hunter. Three, Gon likes him. Four, Gon thinks that Killua will somehow think less of him because of what he does. And five, because Killua really wants to reiterate this point, Gon likes him.

He doesn't even have time to consider the why, the how, the when; all he can think of is Gon, right now, straddled on top of him, his eyes so brown, and wide and hopeful and scared.

What slips out of Killua's mouth is unexpected even to him. "You already know that I like you."

And despite the terror clinging to him, Killua can't find it in himself to regret his words. If Gon really likes him, then he deserves this. If Gon is scared of rejection, Killua has to snuff that fear out immediately.

Gon remains silent, so Killua continues. "I've liked you for as long as I can remember."

He did it, he actually confessed. He feels both lighter and heavier, and despite Gon's earlier reciprocation of feelings, the possibility of rejection still weighs at the back of his mind.

Gon simply goes wide eyed, his mouth dangling slightly open, and before Killua can read into that more, he whispers, amazement filling his voice, "I-I always hoped, and sometimes I thought it was true, but I never let myself really believe it."

"Wow, was I that obvious?"

Gon shakes his head. "You weren't. Although now I know, I have to apologise for putting you in purposefully embarrassing situations and flirting with you relentlessly. It must've made it hard to keep it a secret." Gon's smile is mischievous now and Killua both wants to both smash it with his mouth and with his fist for torturing him so much.

"You knew!" Killua yells, pointing accusingly up at him. "You knew the remote was for a vibrator! And the time at the park… you were messing with me all along!"

Gon at least has the decency to look a bit ashamed this time. "Guilty."

Despite embarrassment and anger flaring through him, and the fact we both like each other, why are we not making out already? races through his mind, Killua can't remain completely mad with Gon, not when he looks so endearingly shy and playful above him.

"Have you even considered once in that dumb head of yours how I know you're Hunter?"

That spooks the smile off Gon's face once again, and when Killua realises that he hasn't thought about it at all, his heart squeezes with how much he loves this dumb idiot.

"Uhh, actually no."

Killua laughs. "You have no idea how fucking mind-blowing it was for me to find out the one guy I've actually paid to watch porn of was my best friend that I've liked since forever."

"So… you actually watched my videos?"

"How else would I know Hunter was you?"

Gon shrugs. "I don't know—wait, so you saw what I did on your bed?"

"Everything."

Gon's face turns a bright shade of red, and Killua finds it adorable that he's more embarrassed by that than the whole being a camboy thing. "I'm so sorry, Killua! I kept it clean I promise!"

"You sure didn't look sorry doing it."

A smile twitches on Gon's mouth. "Well… no."

Killua can't think of much more to say, instead he focuses on the curve of Gon's lips…

They both like each other and they both know it, so what now? Gon answers that question for him.

He changes, not drastically, but enough to make Killua shiver. The darkness of Gon's eyes, the smirk playing on his lips, the lack of space between them, the shift of his hips, it all causes blood to start rushing downward. And Killua is reminded once again that Gon is Hunter.

"So did you enjoy it, Killua?" Gon asks, voice raspy, causing pricks of heat to spark through Killua.

"Enjoy what?"

"Did you enjoy watching me fuck myself?"

Oh fuck.

Suddenly, all Killua can think about are Gon's strong thighs pressed against him, the proximity of his mouth, and the fact that he's allowed to touch now.

Then Gon moves, and before Killua has even registered his swift change of position, Gon's lips are against his neck, exactly where he'd previously tickled him and Killua can't breathe for a completely different reason this time. As Gon mouths at his neck, each press of lips lighting up his entire body, Gon finds time to slot a knee between Killua's legs, pressing them closer together. Killua gasps when he feels the hardness of Gon against him. Shit, he really does want this as much as him…

When Gon stops, Killua almost whines but is stopped by the way Gon is staring down at him. His eyes are blown wide, and his mouth is pink with saliva, but he's smiling softly like Killua is the most beautiful thing he's seen all day. Killua can't believe how lucky he is. "Can I kiss you?"

Killua huffs a laugh. Gon can be weirdly oblivious sometimes. "Hell fucking yes."

Gon beams, then cups his head in his hands and then his lips are against Killua's, and wow. It's so soft, and warm and perfect all at once, and Killua is vibrating with happiness. How long he's waited for this, for Gon to be against him, to feel his lips. Gon is so gentle with him and Killua thought his world was exploding before but he was so wrong. Now it's astronomical, supernova levels of destruction tearing its way through his body, making him feel as though he and Gon are the last two people in the universe.

His thoughts are disrupted by Gon swivelling his hips, and Killua's vision whites out for a second. "Gon," he gasps, tearing his mouth away.

Gon's panting breath is hot against his mouth. "Yes, Killua?"

"Please."

"Please what?" Gon says with a smirk, and Killua is so frustrated he doesn't care how desperate he sounds.

"Please fuck me, let me fuck you, anything. Just touch me."

The seconds tick by, Gon just staring at him, and Killua's skin itches with slight insecurity.

But then Gon grinds against him. It's just a simple push of his hips but Killua is so grateful, he moans, and loudly.

Killua doesn't even have time to be embarrassed because Gon is doing it again and again, whispering hot in his ear, "Don't worry Killua, I'll make you scream."