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Cedric wasn't really sure he wanted to lay his hands on Ethan. Sure, there was no denying that Cedric was sexually and aesthetically attracted to him (oh, the number of times he'd wished Ethan wasn't straight...), but to touch him without his permission, regardless of whether he would have given it, seemed... well, it would be crossing a boundary, wouldn't it? And it really wasn't something that could be taken back; if he violated the unspoken trust they had, he wasn't sure whether their friendship would remain the same afterwards.

No, it was best to leave well alone.

Of course, that didn't mean that Cedric couldn't feast his eyes on the delectable scene before him, and stare he did. Ethan was quite good looking, had a really sexy, athletic body, and this was one of the most erotic scenes Cedric had ever laid his eyes on. Before he knew it, his pants were off as his mind burnt the scene he was watching into his memory forever.

The palm of his left hand curled around his shaft and gripped it firmly. As he started to stroke, his other hand meandered across his chest from nipple to nipple, fingers slowly and sensually attacking the little brown nubs. In his mind's eye, he imagined that it was him lavishing attention on Ethan's body, that it was him causing the rushes of heat that were certainly springing from Ethan's chest, that it was him making Ethan's body thrash about in a matter reminiscent of his favourite edging scenes, that it was him who would decide whether or not to allow Ethan the sweet mercy of release...

As Cedric dived deeper and deeper into his fantasy, the imagery evolved. Now, it was Ethan who was dominating him; it was Ethan controlling where he would be touched, it was Ethan giving orders on how fast to go, it was Ethan who stood over him, his cock pressing against his hole as it prepared to take him... soon, Cedric was on his back, his knees pulled up nearly to his chest as his fingers slowly circled his rear entrance; he sent one finger darting in, wet with the touch of his tongue. As the heat built in his nether regions, he let out a soft moan, an audible companion to Ethan's heavy breathing.

The minutes passed, and Cedric could sense that release was near. His strokes increased in strength and speed while the fingers on his other hand massaged in and around his rear, the waves of pleasure radiating from both front and back serving to rocket him past the edge - and then he was cumming, his body tensing as each milky white jet left the tip of his head. He panted as his shot his load, most of it landing back on his chest and stomach, its warmth caressing his body as it trailed down his front and his sides, the last of his seed sliding down his shaft.

As he slowly came down from his orgasm-induced high, a brief sense of sadness descended upon him. Imagine being attracted to someone who can't and won't be into you that way... but Cedric ignored the feeling with practiced ease. They loved each other platonically, and that, while not the same as being sexually or romantically coupled, was still pretty great.

He reached for the wet wipes sitting on his bedside shelf and hastily cleaned himself off before heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

Twenty minutes later, when Cedric returned, he found Ethan reduced to little whimpers, his breaths shallow as his thrusts grew increasingly ****. The sheets were soaked with his sweat, and a string of precum dangled from the tip of his shaft, before breaking off and slowly creeping its way towards his navel. Getting the feeling that perhaps something wasn't quite right, Cedric reached for his foot, balled up a sock and flung it directly at Ethan's face. The sock flew true and bounced off his nose.

The reaction was instantaneous. It was like Ethan had been suddenly released from some sort of trance. He fell back onto the bed like a marionette whose strings were cut, and his hands immediately went for his manhood. Within seconds, Ethan convulsed again as the first stream of cum was sent soaring three feet into the air, and Cedric's eyes followed it as it gracefully arced into the air, before coming back down to earth... landing directly on Ethan's forehead. The following squirts didn't get quite as far, but they contained enough power to splash off Ethan's mouth, his chest, then his abs. Cedric resisted the urge to giggle.

As Ethan released what was at least thirty minutes (probably more?) of pent-up sexual frustration, Cedric hastily snuck out his phone for a photo before quickly shoving it back into his pocket. His own cock had started to rise again.

No one else will ever, EVER see that photo, he vowed.

As Ethan lay back on his bed, panting and spent, Cedric crept up to him.

"Morrrrrning..." he drawled.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Ethan shrieked, his voice increasing in pitch as he realized that he wasn't alone. A deep red suffused his face as he quickly balled up his blanket and stuck it in front of his crotch.

"You've got cum on your face, did you know?" Cedric continued, a smirk dancing across his face.

"WHAT... WHAT THE... YOU WERE WATCHING?!" Ethan grabbed one corner of the blanket, hastily trying to wipe off the traces of his seed. Unfortunately, as the blanket was already rather wet through with his sweat, he only succeeded in smearing it. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

"Oh, the whole time." Cedric teased.

Ethan went even redder, his whole body blushing. "Why the FUCK didn't you say anything?!"

"What was that?!" One of their other floormates burst into the room from down the hall. He caught a glimpse of Cedric's smirk and Ethan's face, and immediately put two and two together. "Oh," he laughed. "Someone got caught in the act, I see."

"Fuck off, Sam! You too, Cedric!"

"This is my room too, you know."

"Why the fuck did you decide to use your cum as a face mask?!"

"OUT!" Ethan roared.

Cedric returned to the room after breakfast, during which Ethan had cleaned up his various messes, taken a cold, COLD shower, and calmed down somewhat.

"That must've been one hell of a sexy dream."

"Shut up."

"It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before."

"That's different, and you know it."

"... guess I can't disagree with that," Cedric acquiesced.

An awkward pause ensued.

"So... I notice you didn't wake me up."

"You looked like you were having the time of your life."

"Is that all?" Ethan said, with a knowing grin on his face.

"..."

"Had fun staring, didn't you?"

Cedric fidgeted. His silence spoke louder than any denial he could offer.

"Bet your wank bank just got some fresh new material... maybe you even took the chance to... take care of yourself." Cedric flushed, and Ethan laughed at the quiet admission of guilt.

"Bet you're wishing right now you never told me you thought I was sexy," Ethan got up, slowly walking towards Cedric.

"How did this suddenly become about me?!"

"Bet you had a real tough time keeping your hands off these," he lifted his shirt, revealing the rock-solid chest and abs that lay beneath. Stunned by Ethan's forwardness, Cedric was unable to tear his eyes away until Ethan cupped his chin and tilted his head backwards.

"Hello, Ceddy. My eyes are up here."

Cedric pulled his head back from Ethan's grip, his face burning. "Fuck off!"

"Heh, I've always wanted to use that line," Ethan snickered, ruffling Cedric's hair, eliciting a squawk of protest from the shorter boy. "Thanks for the ego boost."

"You're... welcome...? I guess?" Cedric said hesitantly as he recovered from Ethan's teasing.

"Right, enough daydreaming. You can get back to your wank bank later. We're going out - I don't want to spend a whole Sunday trapped in the dorm."

"Okay..."