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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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REACTIONS:

➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.

➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.

➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...

➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.

➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.

➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.

➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.

➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!

➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.

➓ WILDCARD! You know the rules!

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"You'd better. I'm going to." He didn't have the benefit of the marks fading, and maybe tomorrow he'd wear something the he could easily slip down over one of those marks. Play with it in front of Isaac in class. It was a thought he liked, wondering if the other teen would react to it as much as Alan was at the thought.

One leg shifting, pushing deep as he moved closer, just to feel that hard length between them. "So me sitting there in class thinking about you naked is okay," he asked, grinning as his mouth brushed against Alan's.

"Only if it gets a reaction from you. Otherwise I'm doing something wrong." He groaned, trying not to react to the friction over his cock. His eyes opened and he looked up at Isaac, hand coming up so he could brush a thumb over that pouty lower lip.

His lips brushed the pad of his thumb before his lips wrapped around the digit. Teasingly suckling at it, his eyes on Alan's face the entire time.

"So you want me hard all goddamn day," he asked. "That's mean." And likely to happen.

Fuck. Isaac was doing that on purpose and Alan's cock twitched between them.

"Yes. I want to know if I drag you somewhere, you'll be ready to ride."

"Oh fuck."

He gasped it out, stunned at the thought. Moaning as he rocked again, loving the idea of knowing that Alan would want him again. Any time. Anywhere.

"After that I will be."

Alan let his legs slide down from being around Isaac. "I hope so. Now, come up here and let me get you prepared for a ride."

And after what was to come, he wasn't likely to spend the next day not thinking about him as he moved up higher, arching himself over Alan to not slide along his slick body.

"Turn around." Alan's hands moved down to Isaac's hips, trying to get him to twist around on top of him so that he was kneeling over him facing the other way.

Isaac doesn't hesitate, not in the least. Moving instantly, twisting round to get himself where Alan wanted him, eagerly offering himself for whatever the other boy wanted to do. Anything he might want to do.

Alan had a moment of wondering if Isaac would allow it, but then he satisfied himself with knowing that he could pull away if it was something he didn't like.

"Come closer." He grunted, tugging on Isaac's hips to get his ass to settle more over his face.

It wasn't likely there would be anything he wouldn't want. He wanted Alan. Every touch. Every sound he made. It was sexy as fuck and he was near begging for more.

Wriggling back, moaning just at how that made him move. "Fuck, Alan. What are you doing?"

"I'm going to eat out your ass. What did you think I was doing?" He grinned, but he didn't give Isaac a chance to reply, lifting his head as he spread Isaac's ass cheeks, tongue licking up over the puckered hole in front of him.

Having seen it in porn was one thing. And it was the one way Isaac knew it. Sure he'd thought about it but to have Alan Argent laying beneath him, licking at his ass, Isaac wasn't even sure he could survive this. Not by a long shot because already he was whining, eyes rolling back in his head.

"Oh. Oh fuck. That's... Oh God..." Murmuring softly, trembling. "Never...Mmmm." Yep, coherent thoughts weren't exactly there.

The trembling had him licking harder, teeth edging along the sides of his ass before he started working in earnest to breach that ring with his tongue. He lapped and licked, using the pointed tip and the broad flat of his tongue was he worked over Isaac's hole. He wished they weren't here, or that his dad wasn't, because he wanted to hear Isaac lose it.

It was taking everything in Isaac to stay quiet. He wanted to whine. He wanted to buck his hips and writhe and beg and keen like he felt it in his chest. Instead he shifted, burying his face to the mattress between Alan's legs.

The motion lifted his ass a bit more, offering more of himself to the other boy.

Alan moved when Isaac did, lifting his head a bit more to keep licking and biting at him. He pointed a finger and started to press at Isaac's hole, licking around it as it slid in, trying to get his tongue inside as well.

That silence thing was probably the hardest thing that Isaac had ever done, and they were just getting started. Something made abundantly clear as that single digit pressed to him, starting to penetrate him.

"Alan." Mewling his name, the high sound the best way he found to stay silent. Silent definitely but not still. His fingers ran over Alan's calves, up along to his thighs. Teasing over the springy hairs, lightly teasing his nails against his skin. Shifting slightly, getting a hand up further to tease his fingertips along Alan's sac, stroking beneath as he could.

He left off with his mouth, but he kept pressing in with his finger. "Should I give you the pillow now?"

He didn't want to. He was loving each and ever little whimper and sound that was being pulled out of Isaac, especially since it sounded like he was trying so hard not to let anything out. He reached up and grabbed one of his pillows, moving it down to the side of the bed where Isaac could reach it before he went back to licking around his finger, which was now pressed in up to his second knuckle.

He wanted to scream, to whine, to plead for more as he shook his head. He didn't want it. He wanted Alan to know how good it felt, that what he was doing had him wanting more.

Being shot though, that didn't work with his desires either.

Grabbing the pillow, he pulled it close but didn't bury his face against it. Not yet. "More," he whispered, glancing back. "Come on. Give me more."

His cock twitched when Isaac asked for more. He wanted to give it to him. Give him everything. He didn't want Isaac to cover up the sounds any more than Isaac wanted to himself, but they were both aware of the sleeping parental figure not too far from them.

He looked down at Isaac, withdrawing the first finger out and licking around the rim of his ass before he began to try to press in two. He wanted more, Alan would give him more.

Another time he'd be making all the sounds Alan wanted. As it was he was writhing as he felt the stretch, the slight heat of the motion as the two fingers took him.

"That's it," he groaned, the sound a low and rough mumble. "Don't stop, want you." He found himself more vocal than he often was.

He had no plans to stop, his wrist twisting as he pushed both fingers in further. "I can't wait for you. I want you so fucking bad, Isaac. You're so tight."

He was. It was an effort just to slide those two fingers in and he reached down for the bottle of lube. He didn't want to use it, wanted to keep licking and biting at him while he worked him in, but he also didn't want to cause him any pain. So he uncapped the bottle and poured some over his fingers as he pulled them out, then he slid them back in, feeling the ease the lube gave him as he started to actually set a pace.

"Don't wait," he moaned, voice louder than he intended. "Fuck me, Alan." Growling out the words even as he rocked, sliding back with a sound that even seemed to echo in his own ears.

Worried of being heard, that the wrong person might hear him. He moved to get situated right and then he did all he could think about. Occupying his mouth with the thick head of Alan's cock. Sucking on him, moaning as he adjusted to that sensation, to the way he tasted.

It was Alan's turn to bite off a sound, mouth open and a moan coming out before he could stop it in time. He turned to close it around the thigh closest to his face, biting at it as he pushed his fingers deeper inside Isaac. He hadn't expected that. The sudden wet heat around him had taken him by surprise and he actually thrust up into it before he caught himself. "Fuck. Fuck. Isaac. Fuck. You can't. I won't last if you do that."