Awkward...

Night falls, and the atmosphere in the room is heavy with awkwardness. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed in your baggy sleep shirt, panties, and pajama pants. Liam is next to you, dressed in his usual night clothes—an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts that look as worn out as you feel. The tension between the two of you is palpable, and it’s clear that neither of you really knows how to handle what’s about to happen.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your breathing. You glance at Liam, who’s sitting just a little too close for comfort, and it’s painfully obvious how uncomfortable you both are. But this is happening. You promised him.

“So… we’re really doing this,” you mutter, your voice a little strained.

Liam shrugs, though you can tell he’s as uneasy as you are. “I mean, yeah. Unless you’ve got a better idea?”

You sigh, shaking your head. "No… let’s just get this over with."

With that, Liam reaches down to pull off his shorts, exposing his now flaccid cock. The sight of it doesn’t exactly help your nerves. You can feel your stomach twisting, but you promised, and this is your best friend. He’s helped you through everything, and this is the least you can do… even if it’s absolutely disgusting.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself. “Alright, just… just close your eyes, too. This is awkward enough.”

Liam complies, shutting his eyes as you reach out with one hand, fingers trembling as they wrap around his soft cock. There’s a moment of hesitation, both of you frozen in place, before you slowly start to move your hand. It’s mechanical, awkward, like you’re doing some kind of weird, humiliating chore rather than helping out your best friend.

Liam shifts a little, letting out a low grunt, and it makes your skin crawl. “Okay, okay… that’s, uh… that’s good,” he murmurs, his voice a little breathy. “Just… keep going.”

“Dude, don’t talk,” you snap, cringing at his words. “Seriously. Just shut up.”

“Sorry,” Liam mumbles, but you can hear a hint of amusement in his voice. “Just, uh… relax a little, man. You’re all stiff.”

You glare at him, even though his eyes are still closed. “You think I’m not relaxed? This is literally the worst thing I’ve ever had to do.”

He sighs, shifting again. “Look, we can do this one of two ways. Either you do it really well, and I’ll cum fast, or you keep doing it like this, and it’ll take forever.”

You groan, disgusted by the fact that he’s even talking about it like that. “I’m not trying to make you cum fast. I’m doing this slow and easy, and we’re getting through it.”

“Alright, alright,” Liam says, clearly trying not to push you too hard.

You continue stroking him, each movement more **** than the last. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this—giving your best friend a handjob. It feels completely unnatural, like you’re just going through the motions without any real intention behind it. You’re still grossed out by the entire situation, but you focus on getting it done. This is for Liam. He’s your best friend, and you’re doing what needs to be done… even if you’re never going to live this down.

As the minutes tick by, Liam lets out a few more grunts, and you have to bite back the bile rising in your throat. You keep your eyes closed, trying not to think about it too much, but every sensation feels too real, too intimate for comfort.

“Just… keep going,” Liam mutters, his voice low and strained. “You’re getting there.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, your grip tightening slightly out of frustration. “I swear, if you say one more thing, I’m stopping.”

Liam falls silent after that, and you continue on, your hand moving at a slow, deliberate pace. The awkwardness between you both only grows, but you focus on finishing the job, on making sure this moment is over as quickly as possible.

The air in the room feels thick, each passing second dragging like an eternity as you continue stroking Liam’s cock with an awkward, mechanical rhythm. Your eyes are still firmly shut, and you can’t help but feel the weight of just how surreal this moment is. Helping your best friend get off—something you never imagined doing—feels beyond unnatural. Your mind is screaming to stop, but you push through for Liam’s sake.

He’s been silent for a while, but you can sense his growing frustration, and honestly, you’re feeling the same. It’s not like this is something you want to drag out, but at the same time, you just want it to be over without thinking too hard about how to make that happen.

After what feels like an eternity of your awkward, slow hand movements, Liam clears his throat. “Uh… dude, I hate to say this, but… you’re gonna need to do better than that.”

Your grip tightens involuntarily, and you snap, “What the hell do you mean ‘better’? I’m doing what you asked.”

Liam sighs, sounding both embarrassed and frustrated. “Look, I know this sucks, but… if you keep going like this, it’s never gonna end. I need more, or I’m never gonna… you know.”

You groan, feeling the tension rise in your chest. “You’re joking, right?”

“I wish I was,” he says, sounding genuinely apologetic. “Just… loosen up a little, move faster. Trust me, the sooner we get this done, the sooner it’s over.”

You want to argue, to tell him to shut up and deal with it, but you realize he’s probably right. As gross as it is, dragging this out any longer isn’t going to do either of you any favors. Reluctantly, you adjust your grip, loosening it slightly, and pick up the pace. Your hand moves faster now, gliding over his shaft with a more deliberate rhythm.

Liam lets out a small grunt, and you fight back the urge to cringe. “That’s… better,” he mutters. “Thanks, man.”

“Don’t talk,” you snap again, your tone sharp. “Just… let me finish this.”

The minutes drag on, but you can feel the tension in Liam’s body shift. He’s getting close, and as much as you’re disgusted by the whole situation, you just want this to be over. Your hand moves faster, more fluid now, trying to get him to that finish line as quickly as possible.

Finally, Liam’s breathing becomes more labored, and he lets out a strained groan. “I’m— I’m gonna cum.”

You clench your teeth, eyes still firmly shut, and just focus on getting it done. Within moments, Liam lets out a final grunt, his body tensing as he finally reaches his climax. You feel the hot, sticky sensation of his cum spurting all over your hand.

Neither of you move for a few seconds, both of you just frozen in the aftermath of what just happened. Slowly, you open your eyes, and there it is—the mess. Liam’s cum is splattered all over your hand, and some of it has dripped down onto his stomach.

“Ugh,” you mutter, wrinkling your nose in disgust. “That’s fucking gross.”

Liam, ever the jokester, looks down at the mess and smirks. “Well, hey, at least it wasn’t your face this time, right?”

Your face flushes with anger, and you glare at him. “Seriously? You’re cracking jokes right now?”

Liam raises his hands defensively, still grinning. “Relax, man. Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Lighten the mood?! I just jerked you off, and you’re making jokes about it?”

Liam’s grin falters, and he lets out a small sigh. “Okay, okay, bad timing. I get it. I’m sorry.”

You shoot him one last glare, the anger simmers in your chest, but you try to remind yourself why you did this—for your best friend, for Liam.

You’re still sat there, hand covered in Liam’s cum, when, in the blink of an eye, she appears.

Aphrodite.

But not just any Aphrodite—this time, she’s taken the form of Serena, the girl from the club who started this whole mess. You and Liam scream in unison, stumbling back in shock. Serena—or rather, Aphrodite—bursts into laughter, clutching her sides as if the sight of you two is the most hilarious thing she’s seen in eons.

“Oh, come on!” she giggles, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re both so jumpy. I thought we were past this.” She saunters over, eyes twinkling with delight. “But this—this is what I was hoping for.” Her gaze drops to your hand, still sticky with Liam’s release.

You scowl, your stomach twisting with disgust. “Of course you wanted this to happen,” you mutter, trying to keep your anger in check. “This is all some sick game to you, isn’t it?”

Aphrodite, in Serena’s stunning form, only smirks, leaning in closer. “Oh, darling, I told you it’d be fun, didn’t I? And you’ve played your part so beautifully.” She steps back, her expression softening with mock sympathy. “But I’m not here just to enjoy the view. I want an update. How are we doing with Charlotte? Have you gotten her into the sorority yet?”

Liam and you exchange a glance before you take a deep breath and speak. “We’ve been working on it. I messaged Ashley about it earlier today.”

Aphrodite’s eyes light up, pleased. “Good, good. You know what? I’ll be generous. Let’s call the first trial done. Technically, you’ve still got work to do, but I’m feeling nice today. Maybe it’s the view of you with your hand coated in cum.” She winks.

You grit your teeth, trying to swallow the urge to lash out. “So, what’s the second trial?” you ask, trying to change the subject, hoping for some distance from the awkwardness.

Aphrodite’s smile widens. “Ah, I’m glad you asked. This one’s going to be fun.” She snaps her fingers, and suddenly the air around you shifts, filling with a sense of mystery and indulgence. “The second trial will take place at a very special party. It’s being thrown by none other than Dionysus himself.”

“Wait,” Liam cuts in, still looking shaken. “The Dionysus? Like, the god?”

Aphrodite nods, her face glowing with excitement. “Yes, but don’t worry, mortals don’t know that. He goes by a different name these days, blending in perfectly with the high-flying elites of your world. He’s throwing a lavish party, one filled with all the pleasure and indulgence that comes naturally to him.”

You feel a pit forming in your stomach. This doesn’t sound like something you’ll walk out of easily.

Aphrodite’s eyes flicker as she continues. “Your task will be to seduce a very special guest. A mortal favored by me. He’s incredibly famous—A-list celebrity, you know the type. Think top-tier actor, musician, influencer. Someone the world adores.” She lets her words sink in, then drops the name like a bomb: “Marcus Chase.”

Your jaw practically hits the floor. “Marcus Chase?” The Marcus Chase. The global superstar who’s been in every blockbuster movie for the last decade, won countless awards, and who half the world—and most of your college campus—was completely obsessed with. “You’re telling me I have to… seduce him?”

Aphrodite’s grin is wicked. “That’s right. Marcus is one of my favorites, and it’ll be quite the challenge, don’t you think? He’s hard to get close to, let alone seduce. But it’s not just for fun—there’s a reason behind it.” She pauses, the playful gleam in her eyes dimming just slightly, replaced with something more calculating. “Marcus is under the influence of someone who’s trying to manipulate him—a mortal woman who thinks she can steal from my chosen ones. I need you to sway him, to pull him back under my influence.”

Liam interjects, still trying to wrap his head around this. “So, we need to seduce him to what, protect him from this woman?”

Aphrodite nods. “Exactly. He’s been slipping away, and I can’t have that. You seduce him, make him fall for you—or rather, for your lovely feminine self—and that will break her hold. He’ll be mine again, and you’ll have completed the second trial.”

You blink, processing everything. “And the party?”

“Ah yes, the party is in just over a week. It’s exclusive, of course. I’ll arrange for you to be on the guest list, and you’ll have everything you need to make your move.” She glances over at Liam, whose face is still frozen in shock. “And don’t worry, dear. You’ll get to be there for every tantalizing second.”

Liam’s face turns beet red, and you can’t help but feel the tension spike between you again.

“Any questions?” Aphrodite asks, her tone teasing but her expression deadly serious.

You shake your head slowly, though the anxiety building in your chest is overwhelming. This was going to be far from easy.

Aphrodite smiles one last time. “Good. I’ll see you both soon, then. And remember,” she adds with a smirk, “you’re on a time crunch, darling. Better make it count.”

With a snap of her fingers, she disappears, leaving you and Liam alone in the room once again, the weight of the second trial pressing down on both of you.