♫Won't decide, but he won't debate

Said, "Thanks my friend," but he was too late♫

"Logan, please help me," he whimpered. I definitely could not do this.

My eyes widened in fear at the situation in front of me, and maybe I flinched a bit. Sure, I'd heard about this before, but I didn't actually think it happened- mostly because I refused to believe anyone could be that stupid. Except Sidney. Sidney was that stupid.

"What the hell did you do?"

"It's stuck." He gestured to the situation and I visibly shuddered. It was stuck in his zipper. It being his... thing. Meat baton. Skin flute. Tromboner. His dick. He got his fucking dick stuck in the zipper of his black jeans- which weren't even skinny jeans, just to put that out there.

"I can see that. This morning you were wearing sweatpants?" He looked at me like I was asking the most trivial question on the planet and slapped his hand to his forehead.

"And I wanted to change before lunch and now this happened. Logan, please," he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation. If the situation had been slightly different I probably would have been really turned on right now.

"Why did you call me?"

It was a decent question. I'd known him for what, two days? He'd known all his band friends a lot longer, yet I was standing here. In all honesty, I rather not be standing here. I rather be watching Hudson and Thomson getting each other off.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

"Because you're the only one I trust enough to not take pictures."

I nodded and then turned my attention back to the problem at hand. "That's gotta hurt."

"It does. A lot." I could tell by the way he was chewing on his lip that he was trying not to cry. Because obviously, as he stood there with his dick stuck in his zipper because he tried to go commando, it was crying that I was going to judge him for.

I cleared my throat and blushed a bit as I surveyed the situation. Of course it would be me that would get embarrassed. Fuck. "Okay, you hold your... yeah... and I'll pull the zipper the other way."

He awkwardly reached inside his pants while my fingers fumbled around before I tugged as gently as possible on the zipper, but unsurprisingly it did not budge. I tried not to look, it made the situation feel even more invasive as if that was possible.

Sidney gasped in pain and flinched. "Fucking shit. Logan, that's not working."

"Can I just...?" I wasn't quite sure what I was asking permission for, but Sidney nodded regardless. I reached into his pants, my fingers awkwardly brushing the part of him I was trying to avoid in spite of how futile that was. I totally thought I could do this for some reason, but when I felt him starting to stiffen I pulled away and glared at him. "Maybe try not to get hard right now, it's definitely not helping."

"You try not getting hard with someone touching your dick," he countered.

"I think we might have to break the zipper..." I trailed off, admiring the frost covered window behind his head.

"At this point, I don't even care if it means I get to keep my dick."

"Okay just, hold it out of the way." I winced while saying it. The awkwardness of this situation had embarrassment seeping from my every pore.

I grasped on either side of the snug denim, trying not to notice the things I was able to feel, and how toned he was. And how his dick was like perfect, you know, minus the fact it was being mutilated by his zipper.

I could understand why he called me to help. If he tried to do this one his own in may have resulted in him going to the doctor, which would mean he would have to tell and probably show a teacher. He would never have been able to live that down.

"Just do it already."

I tightened my grip and pulled hard. He whimpered and I felt a few of the zipper's teeth let go. I pulled harshly again and the whole zipper released.

It was kind of hard not to stare, to be completely honest. There were red teeth marks all over it that verged on being purple.

"Wanna kiss it better?" He teased, and my eyes instantly shot back up to the smug smirk he was wearing.

"Don't make me regret not taking pictures," I threatened and he held his hands in surrender. I looked him over once more, with his jeans wide open and his face flushed. If someone was to see this they would get the completely wrong idea as to what we had been doing in here. As I turned to exit I said, "Have fun walking back to the room like that."

"You're not going to come with me?" He almost sounded hurt, but I knew he was just trying to guilt me into going with him, and I refused to give into that.

"And get to see firsthand the live porno Hudson and Thomson are making again? I'll pass. But just maybe when you get there they'll opt for a threesome."

"Ew. So much ew."

"I thought that would be right up your alley," I joked, but he didn't even crack a smile.

"Am I the only one who thinks Thomson is creepy as fuck?"

"Ian's creepier," I replied with a shrug.

"Ian's not creepy, he's just... he's odd."

I quirked an eyebrow as if to say, 'really?'. And then I proceeded to tell him what I had seen. "He watched us last night, when we..."

"You're making it sound like we made love or something." He rolled his eyes.

"Did you actually just say 'made love'?"

"Do you have a thing for making fun of people's word choices?"

And I was blushing again. Why was I always the one blushing?

He surveyed me for a second and then touched my cheek. "You know, most people look cute when they blush. You get like, this whole-face-tomato-looking kinda blush."

I slapped his hand away and he finally smiled.

"Next time your dick's going to be stuck in a toaster, I will have put it there, and no one will help you."

"Woah, chill. Not even funny. I'm still recovering from this horrific incident," he joked, patting the open front spot of his jeans.

"I hope it maimed you for life."

"Don't think so, but you can check if you want." He stuck his pelvis out a bit towards me and I turned with one hand shielding my face. Why did I associate with these types of people?

"I'm just kidding. Thank you, bud," he nearly whispered as he kissed my hair. How could he call me something so patronizing and friend-zoning, and then do something so cute and romantic? He kissed my fucking hair.

I pushed him away, my cheeks still hot. "Don't do that."

"Aww, look! Return of the tomato face." He poked my cheek again and pushed him roughly.

"Fuck off, Sidney!"