Stop before Ethan wakes up

Cedric's palm circled Ethan's erection absently, his fingers gently tickling the ridge of the flared mushroom head. Ethan's body twisted this way and that, every muscle straining to give him that extra bit that would bring him over the edge, but Cedric's touch was just light enough to prevent Ethan from cumming. Ethan let out a groan as Cedric, lost in thought, mechanically repeated the motions he was extremely familiar with.

This feels... kind of wrong, Cedric thought guiltily. He knew very well that he was doing something not quite acceptable. Plus, if he and Ethan's places were swapped, he wouldn't want to be groped and jerked off by just anyone, either, and he definitely wouldn't want to be brought to orgasm in that kind of situation...

Well, maybe he would if it was Ethan doing it.

But I guess that's besides the point, isn't it? I really shouldn't be doing this to Ethan at all.

But how often will you get an opportunity like this? A second voice in his head coaxed. How often do you get to play with someone as fit or as sexy as Ethan? How often do you get to play with anyone like that, even? You're loving this - as you should! And indeed, Cedric had been rock hard for the last few minutes, erection straining against the front of his pants.

But it's not right, he argued. That's hardly a good reason to do anything. Cedric's hand teasing Ethan's cock came to a near stop, causing Ethan to release a feeble whine.

Ethan won't even know what's happening, the voice tempted, and Cedric's massage of Ethan's taint increased in intensity, his thumb moving about in small circles and applying pressure. He's so deeply asleep, you could probably ride him and he still wouldn't wake up.

But that's precisely why it's wrong! Cedric protested. I shouldn't be taking advantage of a friend like that. I shouldn't be taking advantage of anyone at all! His hands stilled as the dueling voices in his head fought to impose themselves upon his will.

Just do it, you pussy!

Just fuck off, you pervert!

You're the pervert, I'm just getting you what you want!

It's probably not what Ethan wants!

Between his frozen palms, Ethan let out a loud, pitiful whimper, his body bucking as it unconsciously sought release. Cedric started, unaware that he'd been practically edging Ethan for the last ten minutes. He quickly lifted his precum-stained fingers, wincing as Ethan sank back onto the bed and keened at the loss of what undoubtedly was a large amount of maddeningly unfulfilling contact.

No, Cedric decided. Our friendship's worth too much for that.

He left the room, desperately avoiding glancing at Ethan's tormented, painfully aroused body.

It took Cedric some time before he calmed down. He'd taken a FREEZING shower, then spent the better part of an hour seated on the pavement outside the dorm reflecting.

At least... at least I didn't go all the way. At least I realized what I was doing... hat definitely wasn't my proudest moment.

I really, really hope Ethan didn't notice anything.

As he re-entered his room, he noticed that Ethan had awoken, evidenced by the bundled sheets on the floor that were destined for the laundry. His slippers were nowhere to be found, so that probably meant that Ethan was in the shower.

Cedric used the time to clean up his side of the room, which was, even considering Ethan's sodden sheets, a fair bit messier. Books were strewn over his desk, his towel draped over the chair; his blanket dangled over the edge of the bed frame, its hem licking a pair of slippers, one of which was overturned. A pair of Converse lay under the bed, just out of sight - Cedric hadn't worn them in over a month (his road running shoes were just so much more comfortable).

It wasn't as if Cedric tried to be messy. His belongings just seemed to go... everywhere. He packed up and made his bed every morning, but by the time he went to sleep, it was as if his side of the room had been hit by a localized hurricane. Ethan's, on the other hand, was always well-kept; his footwear was lined up neatly under the bed, and even the pens and pencils on his desk were neatly organized by height.

Cedric was just straightening out his bedsheet when Ethan returned from his shower, clad in only a towel that was cinched low around his hips. His brunette hair was damp and tousled, several droplets of water still visible on his smooth chest, and a small treasure trail led from his navel into the folds of the towel.

Seriously, Ethan has no right to look so sexy, thought Cedric. I should have... no! Down. Get down! Why didn't I get this sorted this out earlier? Quick, think of something else. Hydrogenheliumlithiumberyllium...

"Oh, hey, Ced," Ethan greeted. His eyes met Cedric's and flashed with realization, his smile slowly transforming into a grin.

...boroncarbonnitrogen... "oh, um, hi, Ethan." ...oxygenfluorineneon...

Ethan stepped close to Cedric and flexed his arms. "How good do you think I look today, Ceddy?"

...sodamnmagnificent- fuck. Cedric shook his head, trying to clear it. "Stop it." ...sodiummagnesiumaluminum...

"Stop what?" Ethan asked, in an all-too-innocent voice, hooking his thumbs into his towel, pulling them down slightly and turning around.

...siliconphosphorASS... Cedric let out a strangled sound as the top of Ethan's muscled rear came into view, his mind stumbling over its recitation of the periodic table. Goddamnit, I should've gotten him when I had the chance. "Don't... don't ask for something you can't handle," Cedric croaked, his voice betraying the lack of bite in the threat.

Ethan glanced down at Cedric's pants knowingly, and his hand reached out for Cedric's ass and gave it a little squeeze, making Cedric squeak. "Oh, I'm sure I know how to handle you pretty well," he winked.

Cedric's face was aflame. "Fucking cocktease. One of these days..."

"Yes, one of these days you'll stop turning into a gibbering wreck once you see my sexy body. It's only been a year."

"... fuck off." Cedric tore his eyes away from Ethan, painfully aware that Ethan was deliberately taking about three times as long as usual to get dressed.

"So where do you wanna go?" Ethan asked, finally putting his shirt on.

"What?" Cedric was caught off-guard by the sudden non-sequitur.

"I'm not spending the whole day cooped up in the dorms, you know. It's a Sunday. No studying. Let's head somewhere. Plus... you get to spend time in my presence," Ethan said with a wink.

Cedric flipped him off.