Chapter 5: Everything is Automatic
"So… you gonna bring it home, or you wanna look at it now?" asked the blond with a wry grin, his eyes glimmering in the starlight.
"You're kidding, right? You know how Iggy scours my place from top to bottom..." the raven-haired teen scowled, reflecting upon his complete and utter lack of privacy. He dared not to imagine the look on Ignis' face if the advisor were to discover a gay porno mag stashed under his mattress.
"Alrighty then. Let's have a peek, shall we?" Prompto winked, shimmying up close alongside Noct and flipping on his phone's flashlight. The blond strategically positioned the device in the breast pocket of his leather vest so that they could both get an optimal view of the stolen goods. "There, that should work," he said proudly as he nestled comfortably against Noctis.
The two teenagers sat quietly against the hood of the Regalia, slowly flipping through the pages of bulging, scantily-clad men. Prompto gave the occasional quiet chuckle while Noctis silently studied the tattooed men, each one proudly sporting his own custom artwork. It wasn't long before heat started rising over the young Prince's cheeks, and blood began pooling in his groin. He couldn't help but think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all, and perhaps the better decision would have been to take the magazine home to view in private.
As his body grew hotter and more uncomfortable, Noctis became acutely aware of just how close he and Prompto were sitting. The blond was pressed up against him arm to arm, and hip to hip. The Prince tried inconspicuously shifting his position against the car to ease the building pressure in his underpants and better hide the erection that was now threatening to tent the front of his trousers.
Prompto continued to turn page after explicit page, each one only serving to stoke the embers of Noctis' fire. Clothing in the photographs was becoming near to non-existent and the muscular, glistening bodies multiplied, appearing in groups of four or five men all at once entangled in one another. The bead of sweat that had started to form on the Prince's forehead trickled down across his brow. Noctis swallowed hard to rid himself of the saliva that was threatening to drown him. He shifted against the car once more, but his discomfort wasn't going away. In fact, it was only getting worse and his pants were growing uncomfortably restrictive. He wondered how many damn pages this magazine had anyway. There really seemed to be no end...
Once they arrived at the centerfold, Prompto carefully folded out the expandable pages to reveal a four-panel shot of a hot blond getting Eiffel-towered by two beastly brunettes. Prompto paused, holding the pages open wide before them. "Woah," the blond quietly mumbled appreciatively.
With the exception of some tattoos and about a bucket of body oil, Noctis couldn't help but notice the resemblance of the blond man in the picture to his best friend. Perhaps it was the freckles. Or maybe, the leather vest? Whatever it was, it was too much for the adolescent Prince and he was helpless to stop the surge of blood rushing between his legs as he stared at the blond in the photograph gratefully taking his fill at both ends from the two larger men.
The Prince averted his eyes from the photo and tried to think of something else, anything really, to stop the images forming in his head of Prompto in the place of the man on the page. Noctis' heart was starting to pound so hard he was certain Prompto could hear it. Yet still, his mind wandered further into uncharted territory, to a place that should be forbidden when it came to best friends. He wondered if this was the sort of thing the blond was into. Did Prompto get these sorts of magazines on a regular basis? Did these men get him turned on?
Unfortunately, the idea of Prompto in his bedroom jerking off to gay porn was only adding to the Prince's state of arousal. He tried not to focus on it, he really did. But it was near impossible seeing that Prompto was basically sitting inches away from his now raging hard-on. The raven-haired teen dared to sneak a sideways glance in Prompto's direction and noticed a pronounced bulge in his best friend's jeans, along with a red blush that was almost bright enough to hide the teen's spritely freckles. At present, there wasn't a breath of wind, yet the pages quivered beneath Prompto's grasp, the blond's hands shaking ever so slightly.
Thanking the gods that he wasn't the only one having this sort of reaction, Noctis let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His gaze fell back onto Prompto's crotch, where it lingered for a while longer. He recalled making fun of his friend countless times before for wearing such tight jeans, but right now he was appreciative of the view. And for some reason, he found it incredibly arousing. The sight made Noctis' cock twitch against his underwear.
Prompto, completely oblivious to his best friend's scrutinizing gaze, finally folded in the pages and thumbed past the centerfold while Noctis turned his attention to the blond's delicate, elfin features. He watched as the blond teethed his lower lip, eyes absorbed in the glossy pages of smut. The Prince's gaze ran over Prompto's thin, smooth lips. His delicate cheekbones. His unique, freckled markings. His deep sapphire blue eyes. Noctis hadn't really paid much attention to it until now, but he was quickly noticing that his best friend was actually quite attractive.
Noctis' mind was momentarily clouded by a plethora of swirling thoughts. It wasn't that he felt guilty for thinking about his best friend in a sexual way, but more so, the notion had awoken something within him. It was almost a primal urge that made him extraordinarily curious, and extremely aroused. Why hadn't he noticed these things about Prompto before? Why was his body reacting this way? Why was his heart pounding? He was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss those smooth, pink lips. He greatly desired to know how they would taste… How it would feel to run his fingers through the back of Prompto's hair. How would his friend react? What kinds of sounds would Prompto make if he did?
And that was it. Noctis needed to know. Now.
Without further thought, the Prince hoisted himself off the hood of the car and moved so that he was standing directly in front of Prompto. In the absence of Prompto's body heat, the cool night air swooped in beneath his t-shirt and sent goosebumps across his skin.
The blond lowered the magazine and looked up with surprise at Noctis who was looming before him. "Had enough?"
"I… just… I need to know…" Noct whispered quietly in thought.
"What was that?" squeaked the blond, his voice a few pitches higher than usual.
"I want to kiss you," the Prince said flatly.
"Um, wh- what?" Prompto asked wide-eyed, a mixture of shock and disbelief upon his flustered face.
"Will you… let me?" Noctis persisted, tilting his head to allow the bib of his baseball cap to shield his eyes as he nervously awaited a response. "Or, is that a line?"
"No," Prompto quickly responded, barely giving Noctis a chance to finish his question.
"No to which?" the Prince asked.
"It's… not a line."