I was awoken by beams of sunlight from the morning sun shining through my window. I slowly exhaled into the softness in front of me enjoying the feeling of the light heating up my body. Then the rest of my body slowly started waking up, making me able to feel it again properly.

Still kind of exhausted and sleepy I left my eyes closed just feeling the softness of my sheets. My head was laying in the perfect position on my pillow. My body felt extremely comfortable with the position I was laying in. And most of all I enjoyed the warmth I was pressed against. I snuggled a little closer to it.

Wait. What was… Aaron? I opened my eyes in shock. In front of me I saw Aaron cuddling himself to me in his sleep. The ‘softness’ I had exhaled into was his soft hair. My eyes slowly studied his sleeping form, before they became too heavy again and shut themselves. I decided not to think about it too much and just enjoy cuddling in the morning.

I mean Aaron deserved it. He probably cuddled me because his asleep mind subconsciously wanted to feel protected by someone. Maybe I was replacing the role his parents should have played when he was younger. Maybe I’m just being a friend helping an emotionally unstable friend out. Maybe I’m something completely different.

In any case I enjoyed laying there. Aarons scent slowly burned itself into my mind as I kept smelling it. Maybe I was so accustomed to it that I thought it smelt calming and weirdly distinct. He whimpered a little in his sleep and a hot shower moved through his body causing him to shiver. I pressed his body a little closer to mine to warm him up.

But I guess I must have been too rough because I heard a small yawn from him. Slowly opening my eyes I waited for him to take the first step. After a second of just cuddling with me Aaron looked up and his sleepy eyes met mine.

Fear struck them for a second and a little distressed he tried crawling away while saying “ughh sorry I was sleeping… I didn’t mean to…” but I interrupted him, with my hand that had previously been laying around his waist I pulled his head back into the crook of my neck.

“It’s alright… I liked it.” I whispered reassuring him. He shouldn’t have to panic around me or even fear me. I felt bad for making him feel like that, even worse for not doing anything against it before. “We can both use a little support, what’s wrong with giving it to one another?” I asked sleepily. Instead of answering Aaron just relaxed in my arms again.

“what happened yesterday?” he asked silently. Maybe he was still sleepy, maybe he was afraid of what I’d tell him. In either case I tried to calm him with stroking my hand along his back.

“You got drunk, I brought you to my place so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“That’s everything?”

“yeah?”

“I didn’t do anything inappropriate?”

“I didn’t have my eyes on you the whole time… You might have done something at the party.”

“That wasn’t what I was worried about.” He murmured into my chest. I didn’t really know what to make of that. What was he worried about? Doing something inappropriate in the car? Or here at my place? We fooled around enough, I think he couldn’t do anything around Scar and me that we’d deem inappropriate. He did something weird though, and that was screaming at me.

I know he didn’t want to do it, or that he’d done it with a clear mind. The alcohol and the sleep were getting to him, but Aaron usually couldn’t even think about being aggressive towards me or anyone in particular. He was the passive one in our group, he was the voice of reason…. So, I didn’t mention it, he’d probably worry about it and break himself even more, I couldn’t let him do that.

And then I suddenly felt something poking my lower abdomen. “Are you…?”

“Yes. That’s what I was worried about. I hate my life.” Aaron spoke burying his face even more in my chest. I thought he wanted to hide himself, but if so he didn’t do a good job, I could still easily see his reddened cheeks.

And to be honest I knew what it felt like to be in his situation. I was hard sometimes when Aaron Scar and I were out somewhere. Hiding it is always a pain and if someone notices… boy do you get embarrassed.

I didn’t want him to be any of that. I didn’t want him to have to pain himself trying to hide it and I certainly didn’t want him to be embarrassed. Don’t ask me why but I must have somehow lost my mind during the night because without speaking or thinking, I moved my hand towards his crotch.

“What are you…”

“I’m helping you out.” I simply stated and to be honest I don’t know why I was doing what I did or how I could be that calm but I was. It seemed to reassure Aaron, with a little nod of his head he granted me permission to continue.

I wrapped my hand around his base firmly, he was hard as a rock, harder than I had ever been. For a brief moment I just felt him, liking the warmth in my hand. It felt different to when I was holding my own but still very… relaxing?

I could feel he was uncut, just like I was and just like I liked it. And then his member throbbed a little and I realised that I must be driving Aaron crazy. What a little tease am I, just holding him? So, I slowly started to pump him.

I felt Aaron’s whole body heating up against mine and it drove me crazy. Instinctively I breathed in his scent and it drove me even crazier. My hand sped up, leaving Aaron leaking into my palm, which in turn made rubbing his member even easier.
“Oh god” he moaned into me. Normally I’d have said something like ‘Zach is good enough’ I simply couldn’t think. This, Rubbing Aarons member, his scent, the heat, HE, robbed me of my senses. My mind had shut off and I was enjoying the experience and to think I was giving him a handjob, imagine what I would feel like if it were the other way around.

“Zach…” and before Aaron could say it I felt him cum all over my abdomen. I thought he just wanted to warn me about it but a moment later, after he had taken a deep breath he whispered “… I love you.”