A Modest Proposal

It's stupid. Such a bad idea.

...

Kazuhiko never claimed to be smart.

He never really planned to start doing it, it just... happened. He knows that Tyson isn't interested in him, he made that very clear back in their senior year, but even so, even after the big fight that had Kazuhiko fearing he'd be losing Tyson again, more permanantly, even after Tyson started coming back to their student apartment with perfume sticking to his clothes and hickeys on his neck, Kazuhiko could never really get over him.

It's painful thinking about him, the past and what could have been, but Kazuhiko is a sentimental fool still in love with his best friend, even after all this time.

But he can't stop. Just like he can't stop pining after Tyson while he's off chasing girls, wishing this awkward air of once-friends between them would just dissappear and they could go back to how it was back before.

...

Kazuhiko had heard Tyson getting himself off a couple times since they ended up in the same student apartment. The walls are ridiculously thin, and Kazuhiko's a light sleeper. It's just common courtesy to ignore it and not mention it, preserve that veil of privacy.

(At least he never heard Tyson with any girls. The one time he brought one home, Kazuhiko had been studying in the living room.

She pretty understandably didn't want to deal with some fling's roommate hanging around and left, and Tyson hadn't brought anyone else since. )

Then Kazuhiko made a fatal mistake.

He stopped ignoring it one night.

Even with the thin walls, Tyson was pretty quiet, but not quiet enough. He made enough noise for Kazuhiko to notice, which was more than enough noise fro Kazuhiko to fantasize about.

Was he on his back, or curled onto his side? What kind of faces would he make? Did he have to muffle himself?

Kazuhiko barely noticed his own hand inching past the waistband of his boxers.

That's how it started.

Stroking himself to Tyson, to those quiet vocalizations and the sound of rustling sheets and limbs knocking against walls, was one of the few times it didn't hurt to think about him.

(It hurt after, knowing he couldn'thave him, and Kazuhiko always found himself feeling dirty and guilty, using the other like that. But it felt so good in the moment he couldn't bring himself to stop. )

Thin walls work both ways, unfortunately.

Tyson stopped early one night- weird, he never stopped this soon. Did he come already? The hand Kazuhiko has wrapped around his own cock twitches, unsure- should he just... finish up without listening now? It's been a while since he did, but he doesn't want to just leave himself all worked up...

Footsteps.

Tyson's door opens.

Kazuhiko's door opens, and he's too confused and shocked to do much more than blink at the dark outline he's so familiar with standing there.

Should... should he take his hand out of his pants? Would that... just draw more attention to what he's been doing...? Does Tyson know what he's been doing??

Kazuhiko's mind starts racing, his blood pounding with a lot more than arousal now.

Then Tyson speaks and-

"You know, if you’re gonna jerk off when I’m jerking off, you might as well just tell me that 'cause I was scared there was a ghost breathing on me any time I tried."

Kazuhiko can't read Tyson's expression in the dark.

What.

"...Uh..."

What is Kazuhiko supposed to do and why is he still hard this is a nightmare.

"L-look," Tyson starts up again, and was that a stutter-? "If... if you're always feeling like getting it on at the same time as me... it-it'd be a lot less creepy... tojustdoittogethersorrythatwasdumbbye."

And he's gone.

Kazuhiko takes a moment to process his half-friend's words, and when his brain registers him, heat spikes through his entire body and finally his hand is moving again- pulling out of his pants so Kazuhiko can scramble out of bed and after Tyson because what did he just suggest-