Killua watches Leorio's knees buckle and shake as he struggles to shove the mini-fridge into the backseat. "Thanks for driving me, I would've had Gotoh drive me, but he's on vacation for the weekend."

"It's no problem," Kurapika says, throwing a smile over his shoulder as he aids Leorio with pushing the bulky machine in.

Killua can practically hear the tendons in Leorio's neck pulling taught as he puffs out: "your dad allows vacations?"

Gon shifts from foot to foot, unable to keep still as Leorio and Kurapika put the last of Killua's stuff into the van. He's smiling so hard Killua can imagine his cheeks hurt. They've both been looking forward to moving in together for the semester for months— Killua maybe more so because he's been wanting to get the hell away from his parents since birth.

"This fridge is a lot bigger than we expected," Kurapika thinks aloud, studying it to see if there's a more space-conscientious way to position it. Leorio straightens up with a stretch, before rubbing at his sore lower back. "I knew it was going to be a tight squeeze, but Killua literally has nowhere to sit now."

"It's only an hour's drive, Killua can sit on my lap!"

To Killua, that's probably the most embarrassing thing Gon has ever said to date. His blush reaches his ears. He wants to protest, but no sound comes out— he also has no idea what to suggest as an alternative.

Kurapika blinks twice, resting a finger on his lip in thought. "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?"

"We'll be fine!" Gon pats Killua on the shoulder, grinning. Killua's face grimaces in horror.

He has a massive crush on the idiot. How the fuck is he going to not melt or spontaneously combust sitting on his lap? Killua and Gon are not dating. Sitting on someone's lap is intimate, isn't it? That's usually only something couples do.

Kurapika notices Killua's expression but doesn't say anything, and only offers a small smile.

Traitor.

Leorio fishes the keys from his pocket and is grumbling to himself as he heads over to the driver's side door. He might have pulled a muscle. Kurapika gets in the passenger seat, and Killua's entire body has gone rigid. Gon grabs his forearm, effectively pulling out his left hand that had been clenching his pocket in a death grip.

"C'mon, Killua!" Gon whines and he follows but turns his head out of Gon's sight so he doesn't see he's bright red.

Gon slides the van's door open and makes himself comfortable in the open seat. To his left is the fridge and in front of him is the large, flatscreen TV. It's a tight fit and Killua knows it's physically doable: but is it emotionally doable? No, that is the hangup. Gon pats on his lap, as if to say "sit here!" He's smiling stupidly.

In his head, Killua asks God what he did to deserve this. For the first time, God offers a response, but it's probably just Killua's subconscious.

Be gay. That's what you did wrong.

Killua forces his mind to clear and his body to move. Instead, he focuses on the feeling of his shoes stepping on the sidewalk to ground himself. He holds his breath as he hoists himself into the van, his back now hovering dangerously close over Gon. The back of his calf brushes against Gon's bare shin and he almost jumps out of his skin.

Gon is such a dumb oblivious idiot he doesn't realize Killua is hypersensitive to him and places his hands on Killua's hips to guide him into sitting down.

His heart begins beating fast at the sensation of Gon's hands on him and prays that Gon can't feel his rapid pulse. Against every instinct, Killua forces himself to sit down. The shiver that goes through him at feeling Gon's strong thighs underneath his butt has him tingling all over. The backs of his legs are flush against his tan, bare ones. He's warm. God, he's not going to be able to handle this.

Killua's view is obstructed by the TV, but he can see half of the motion of Leorio clicking his seatbelt into place. He listens to the engine fire up and Kurapika adjusts Gon's pillow behind his neck.

"You guys okay back there?" Leorio asks, adjusting the dials on the AC. Killua's throat is sealed shut, he can't focus on anything but the feeling of Gon's body underneath his and he wants to die. He's too wound up to allow himself to relax and put his full weight on Gon.

"Yes, we're fine!" Gon responds, shifting to make himself more comfortable under Killua. Unknowingly to him, the motion sends Killua into another spiral of embarrassment— mainly at himself for how his body is reacting. A heat is beginning to travel downwards. He can't believe he's getting aroused by this. It could be he's more sexually frustrated than he originally thought.

Killua is hyper-cognizant of himself growing hard as Kurapika cranes his neck to attempt to look at them. He can only see about half of Killua's face because the TV is in the way— but he knows Kurapika is aware of Killua's dilemma.

"I'm going to put in some earplugs and try to nap, I really couldn't sleep last night," Kurapika says. "Was too stressed out." It's possible Leorio likes listening to music while driving, that's the only reason Killua would reason for Kurapika to need earplugs in the first place. Killua can hear him rummaging inside a bag. "But please let Leorio know if you need to stop to stretch your legs or for anything else."

"Okay, Kurapika!" Gon says. Killua wonders how he can be so dense and fine with their seating situation.

Kurapika shifts around and makes himself comfortable, pressing the earplugs into his ears as Leorio fires up his Spotify to play some music. He must have a pre-prepared playlist because Lynyrd Skynyrd's Free Bird immediately begins playing in the background. Killua isn't surprised that Leorio likes classic rock music.

He puts the car in drive, and the engine rumbles beneath them as they begin the drive to university. Killua's stomach is in knots. He hopes this car ride passes quickly.

"Hey, Killua?" Gon's voice is so close that Killua startles again. He can feel Gon's hot breath on the backs of his arms. "There's a water bottle in the backpack close to you, can you hand it to me?"

"Sure," Killua says, relieved that his voice comes out sounding even and calm.

The backpack is a little bit beyond what is easily reachable for him, and he has to curve his back to remain seated but reach it. Inevitably, his butt shifts on Gon's lap, pressing unintentionally on his groin. Killua bites the inside of his cheek to fight back the almost performative anxiety of bending in front of him like that.

Killua finally is able to grasp the water bottle and cranes his head and arm back to hand it to Gon. Catching the heady glint in Gon's eyes startles him. The gold of his iris is intense. He's still contorted with an arched back because it takes Gon a moment to take the water bottle. Gon's eyes unabashedly rake over his body. A thrill goes through Killua, his hormones racing because of the way he's looking at him. He's rock hard now, and he's glad Gon can't see the front of him because it's super obvious in his loose basketball shorts.

"Thanks," Gon finally says, putting the opening of the bottle to his mouth. A drop of water dribbles down his chin. It takes Killua a second to look away.

It feels like he's doing something naughty— in front of his friends no less! He looks at Leorio. He's focused on the road, humming along to the song. He can't see Kurapika at all because of the pillow behind his head, but assumedly, his eyes are closed.

Killua's shoulders tense when he feels the bulge pressing into the cleft of his ass. He bites his lip, an attempt to stifle his desire to moan. God, he's so fucking horny right now.

And Gon's turned on, too. Did that idiot secretly want this to happen?

But that can't be it— right? Gon doesn't even like guys. In high school, he always complimented girls if they looked pretty that day. He's probably just got hard because Killua moved over him. Or maybe it's unfortunate timing.

His thoughts are discredited when he feels Gon's large hands caress his upper thighs. Killua's back arches reflexively and tries not to gasp.

Holy shit. Gon's fingertips begin tracing circles over the hem of his shorts.

Does... Gon want him like Killua wants him? Killua has never seen this side of Gon before, nor did he expect it. All he knows is it's driving him crazy.

He wants Gon to touch him more. His feathery light touch makes Killua squirm a little, and he feels Gon's length press into him more firmly than before.

Killua's body sets on fire as Gon wraps his arms around Killua, his strong torso pressing into his back. His hot breath skims over Killua's ear, quiet enough that only he can hear what he's saying.

"Killua, can I touch you?"

The arousal that swallows him is overwhelming. He scrunches his eyes shut and bites his knuckle to silence the groan in response.

He can't resist. He hotly whispers back: "Gon, please touch me."

He hears Gon shudder out a breath, his hands that were tracing patterns on his waistband stop to dip under the fabric of his t-shirt. Killua feels like he's dreaming, having one of those sex dreams he's had about his best friend many times before. But it's so much more intense when it's real.

Gon rakes one hand up the front of his shirt, his touch ghosting over Killua's abs and then traveling up his chest. Killua can't stop shivering at the euphoric sensations of finally being touched by who he's been in love with forever: and in such an arousing situation, no less.

The playful curiosity of Gon exploring the feeling of his body makes Killua feel wonderfully consumed by him. Gon shifts Killua slightly forward and hikes up the back of his shirt. His mouth presses hot kisses right near his spine and Killua can't stop the gasp that escapes him. Instantly, he holds his breath to monitor Kurapika and Leorio's response and is relieved when he receives none. Bless the music drowning out any suspicion.

Gon's now lightly biting with his teeth and sucking between flicks of his tongue. His chest heaves at the maddening tease. Killua is mortified at himself at the instant thought that he hopes those turn into hickeys, so he can remind himself the way Gon wanted him.

"G-Gon, please..." Killua whines. He can almost feel Gon grinning at him, but he complies with Killua's plea to finally be touched on his throbbing erection.

The idea of Kurapika and Leorio catching on to what they're doing terrifies him, but also the fact that they're doing something almost forbidden makes him even hornier. He doesn't know how he's going to keep quiet when Gon finally cups his dick through his shorts. He leans completely back into Gon, surrendering, and Gon's dick prods him harder. He continues massaging it through the strained fabric and Killua has to work so hard to keep his expression as neutral as possible, in case Leorio or Kurapika decide to look back at him and strike up a conversation.

Gon pulls at his shorts and Killua is nervous but complies with Gon's desire to take his shorts and underwear off. His naked ass is now venerable to whatever Gon wants to do to him. He wants everything, he's too horny to think much anymore. He wants Gon to fuck him senseless. He doesn't care about the circumstances. He just wants to be filled and finally fucked like he's been wanting to be for years.

Killua sings praises to the gods as Leorio cranks up the music a little more. It must be his favorite part in the song.

Killua has a dirty idea, and he decides to run with it before his mind and shyness make him think twice. He blushes regardless. He speaks as close as he can to Gon.

"Take off your shorts."

Gon's pupils are blown wide, and same as Killua, he's unable to catch his breath. Killua lifts as Gon slides his shorts off so they drop to the car floor, leaving Gon in his black boxers. Killua lowers his weight back onto Gon and teasingly gives him a look before arching his back, sticking out his ass, and beginning to grind on top of Gon's clothed erection. He does the best he can to only move his bottom half, so his whole body isn't moving and giving him away. Killua's not only teasing Gon but himself. His patience is wearing thin. Gon grips his hips tight in his hands, and Killua can feel him grinding back into him.

Holy fuck.

He almost cums as soon as Gon wraps his hand around his bare dick, and begins teasing the head and moving his hand along its length.

Gon and Killua seem to be on the same wavelength, high off the same intense feelings of lust because Gon says it softly as Killua begins violently thinking it.

"Killua, can I go inside you?"

Killua's heart thumps rapidly in his ribcage.

"Yes, Gon," he responds, and is surprised when the plea tumbles from his mouth, "please fuck me."

Gon fishes around near the bag nearby that has his toiletries in it. He pulls out a condom and some lube. It deeply surprises Killua. Gon whispers in response to Killua's confused look, "well, Mito told me to always be ready and safe." And Killua rolls his eyes at that, but inside it turns him to mush.

Suddenly, Gon speaks up in a normal voice. "Killua, are you hungry? I have some snacks right here."

Killua catches on immediately. He needs an excuse to open the packaging. "Sure, I didn't really have breakfast."

Gon is more clever than Killua gives him credit for— he always has creative solutions to problems. Them playing their own sexual game while those present are none-the-wiser is also a major turn-on.

Gon rips open the condom and takes the bottle of lube out of the box. He unbuttons his boxers to free his dick and roll on the condom and Killua begins quivering with excitement to finally be able to feel Gon's dick.

"Oh, here's some hand sanitizer!" Gon says, as an excuse to squirt the lube onto his fingers. Killua tries so hard to not burst out laughing. Oh my god, they're such dorks.

Gon tenderly places his hand on Killua's hip, and suddenly he has a flood of emotion he wasn't expecting. It's so out-of-place to be feeling emotional while deciding to fuck like rabbits in a car with your closest friends nearby. His fingers rub soothing circles over his skin as Killua feels Gon's fingers prodding at his entrance. It feels strange and cold as Gon stretches him, but the feeling of his fingers inside of him keeps his arousal pulsing. Gon pulls out his fingers.

The head of Gon's dick presses against his entrance. He can't take it anymore. He needs it now. He slowly sinks onto Gon, until he's bottomed out and fully inside him.

Killua is finally fucking Gon Freecss.

It's a little painful of a stretch but nothing unmanageable. Luckily, Gon doesn't move and lets Killua set the pace. He experiments with the feeling of Gon inside him and wriggles his hips, trying not to moan. He hears Gon gasp behind him.

He finally starts moving. He lifts up and then sinks back down until there's no pain and he begins to fuck himself on Gon's dick. He feels so good inside, he's bigger than Killua thought he would be. Gon doesn't move his hips in tandem because they need to avoid the sounds of sex. Killua can sense how badly Gon wants to move, though. His fingers around Killua's hipbones are twitching.

Killua finds that perfect angle where the head of Gon's dick is brushing perfectly against his prostate. Fucking him is way too good. Killua moves as fast as he can just moving his hips, and his legs shake as Gon grabs his erection and begins pumping it. His orgasm builds up and up and then spills over into the most intense one of his life. He cums into Gon's hand with a muffled whine. He feels Gon grip tighter and tighter on Killua and then he's cumming too, pulsing hot inside him and spilling into the condom.

Killua collapses back onto Gon, heartbeat throbbing incessantly in his ears, euphoria spreading over him. But now that he's came, he realizes how dire their predicament is. Gon's got a hand full of his cum and they're both naked from the waist down. Killua's cheeks heat up at Gon wrapping an arm around him. All Killua can think is how he wants to see and kiss his stupid face.

Gon reaches for bathroom wipes and hands one to Killua while he cleans the mess from his fingers. Gon has softened inside him, and Killua lets Gon slip out of him when he pulls up on his upper thigh. He removes the condom and ties it off, tucking it somewhere in his belongings to throw out later. Trying to shuffle as quiet as possible, they both pull up their discarded boxers and shorts.

Leorio cranes his neck back to look Killua straight in the eyes. "You guys done?" He takes Killua's mortified stare back as confirmation and rolls down the windows. "Fucking finally."