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It was a nightly ritual that neither of them missed unless fate fucked them over. Short of being absolutely sick to death or stuck pulling a rare early shift and needing to sleep, Johnny never missed a night online with his best friend. It wasn’t that he was incredibly bored or dying of loneliness, no. He just really loved his mate and spending each night recounting their day was so ingrained into his life at this point that he wasn’t sure what he’d do if xXGhostKillerXx suddenly decided not to play with him anymore. He’d been at it for a year and a half now.
Johnny sat down after a quick shower and double-checked his snack drawer still had enough supplies, cracked open a Mango Loco, and started up his computer. The damn thing took a while to boot up but once his new baby arrived, he’d be able to join their call sooner. For now, he waited and he was sure Ghostie was doing the same in his home. Johnny put on his headset, joined the invite, and connected to the party and smiled as he heard the lad already there, the faint noise of a video playing in the back.
“Hey,” he greeted, tearing open a pack of prawn cocktail crisps. “You okay?”
“Hey, yeah, give me a second.” Johnny snacked while Ghostie finished up. “Alright, done. You have my undivided attention.”
“What were you watching?”
Ghostie’s deep voice carried through. It was low and rough, and Johnny loved how it sounded. “Training vid for work. Just some nonsense they’re making everyone do.”
“Sounds fun.”
“So how was your day?”
Johnny had stories. Working part-time as a barista and the other half of his illustrious life selling sportswear was a nightmare on all fronts except the decent above-minimum wage. “Oh, boy! Okay, so I had the meanest bitch come in today-”
Johnny gave him all the interesting details, kept out parts that would’ve bored the Brit senseless, and booted up Minecraft as he spoke. They fell into comfortable chatter over the next half hour, discussing both their days. Ghostie was a gym instructor but not somebody assigned to specific clients. He just wandered around helping everyone who needed it. Their topics moved towards whatever random nonsense came into their minds while they worked on their survival world together. It was just one of a dozen games they played together. If either of them couldn’t afford a game on release, the other waited to play it. But after the long day they’d had, Johnny was happy distracting himself with simple tasks rather than call out enemies in fast paced shooters. He simply didn’t have the attention span for it tonight.
“Did you move the tools?” Ghostie asked long into their session. “Can’t fucken find ‘em.”
For a moment, Johnny blanked but the memory returned. “Hmm, yeah. It’s by the anvil.”
“Which one?”
“Uhhh...”
“Fuck’s sake. There’s a dozen chests here. Fuck it, I found them.”
Johnny laughed at his suffering sigh and continued mining away. Outside his room, he heard footsteps which were followed by a knock on his door. He pulled his headset away.
“Yeah?”
The door cracked open just enough for his dad to poke his head through. He gave the computer a quick glance before nodding at Johnny.
“Sleep well, kid.”
“You too, Dad. See you tomorrow.”
A moment later, Johnny was alone again and he put the headset back on in time to catch Ghostie grumbling to himself. He could’ve honestly listened to his voice for hours. In fact, he did every night and part of him wondered why Ghostie did exactly the same. From what he knew of the guy, he lived with other people- not family, but house-sharing, and he never spoke of other friends in real life. Johnny had his dad, and his mate at work, Kyle. That was all and he was fine with that. He was friendly with plenty of people but not to the level of his friendship with Ghostie. Somehow, he was able to open up far more with him and it was easy to do so.
“Hey, did you see that thing on twitter today?”
Johnny shook his head. “What, the Biden memes?”
“No, this.”
His set up had two monitors, one running Minecraft and the other had their discord call open. He went on the chat and bit down a gasp at the photo Ghostie had sent of some cute guy in women’s clothes. Well, clothes was a broad term. It wasn’t so much the tiny skirt or crop top that bothered Johnny, it was that the guy wearing them was someone he’d had a crush on some years before.
“What about it?” He asked innocently.
“Did you think it was a girl?”
Johnny scoffed. “Girls don’t pose like that. That’s a dude.”
“Yay or nay?”
“You first.”
Ghostie didn’t hesitate for a second. “Smash. I’d absolutely smash.”
It was another reason to like Ghostie so much. He spoke his mind, uncaring whether it brought judgement down on him or not. Johnny laughed softly.
“Yeah, same. He’s got other stuff, you know. If you scroll down a bit.”
“I know.”
“Oh, really?”
“Wanked off to him earlier. You see the plug one?”
“Yeah, hot as hell.”
It was Johnny’s favourite. And yet that didn’t get his heart racing anywhere near as fast as Ghostie’s confession did. Maybe he’d done it right before they got ready for the night. Maybe during that little break they both took an hour ago. Johnny had no idea what Ghostie looked like beside a crappy mirror selfie with a black mask covering his face. He knew he had blond hair, which stuck up from under his hoodie, and a tattoed sleeve with skulls, but that was all. Just his eyes and forehead had been visible and that was enough for Johnny to beat off to him more than once. But he didn’t tell him that. Every other picture of him was masked completely, mostly from his monthly airsoft games.
“I actually found a lot of good porn today. The Wank Gods blessed me,” Ghostie joked with a laugh.
“Go on then.”
“What- you want me to send it?”
Johnny hummed. “Uh huh.”
He turned his attention back to the game as Ghostie went a hunt through his search history for all the good content. The plan all night had been to expand their main hub in multiple directions to other biomes for the sake of easier transport. It was all fair and well doing it but he’d died so many times already.
His chat pinged multiple times and he dared a glance. What did get the Brit off? Ghostie seemed the sort into bdsm and kinky shit, just based on his personality. Maybe it was some degradation-
Johnny almost choked on his own spit.
“What the actual fuck? You’re not serious- What the fuck?!”
Dozens of images of furry porn had spammed his chat and he stared wide-eyed at the insanely talented artwork that made his dick retract back into his body. No way. No. Ghostie was not a furry. He couldn’t be. But then Ghostie’s laugh got the better of him and it ruined the tension.
“Okay, you’re fucking with me...”
“God, I wish I’d seen your face.”
Johnny shook his head and took a long sip of his Monster. “Pure horror.”
“Good. Now I have to purge my downloads. No, I’m not into that. I mean, some of it is good but I’m not converting over.”
“Me neither. Human dicks for me-” Johnny shut up immediately. He hadn’t just... “Just humans for me, you know? I don’t wake up wanting to fuck a parrot.”
“I’d worry and I’d call up the pet stores near you to warn them.”
Johnny laughed softly, glad that Ghostie didn’t care about his shaky sexuality too much. It was all fun and games wanting to bang a cute femboy. If Johnny was truly honest with his best friend, he’d tell him that the only dick he wanted was currently in Manchester, sat at his computer desk on a Thursday night. Of course, he said none of that and watched another message pop through. It was a link that he clicked instantly, recognising the porn site from his many ventures.
The video opened up and two women were toying with a handsome man, stripping him down. Johnny clicked a little into the video and sighed softly at the girls giving him a blowjob at the same time.
“God, I want that.”
“You do?”
Johnny hummed but as he said that, the video changed and showed one of the girls getting fucked deep in the ass. The sudden turn of events nearly gave Johnny whiplash. There was no teasing, no prep, just a cut right into the action.
“I- I just... I meant-”
“It’s cool. Me too.”
Johnny bit down a whine. “Yeah? Like, balls deep?”
“Mhmm.”
His chat pinged. There was another link that he didn’t hesitate to click on. This time, it was a man and a dick-girl, and she was already pounding his ass violently. Just the shake of his legs was starting to get Johnny very interested. He hadn’t jerked off today yet, hadn’t had the time with work taking up most of his day.
“If I ever date a girl, I need one like that,” Ghostie mumbled. “Could you imagine taking turns?”
Johnny nodded, feeling his joggers get tighter as another link was sent through. He watched a gorgeous femboy take a strange dildo down to the base, the camera set on the wall it was attached to and giving him a lovely view.
“You alright, Soap? I’m not scaring you off, am I?”
“N-no,” Johnny groaned, shoving his fist against his mouth to hold back the noise. He was tenting his joggers now and not just because of the porn but because Ghostie was showing him things that got him hard too.
“Got a chub yet?”
He scoffed into the mic. “I’m at full mast, mate.”
“Already?”
“Haven’t busted since yesterday.”
Ghostie made a noise in his throat and chuckled, the sound of it reverberating through Johnny. His cock twitched at the sound but his hands stayed away, letting him ache and strain.
“Poor thing.”
“How long for you?”
“You think I’m playing Minecraft right now?” Ghostie asked with a laugh. “My hands aren’t on my controller right now. At least, not that one.”
“Fuck,” Johnny breathed out. They’d never done this before. He shyly reached down to his waistband and glanced up at the webcam above his monitor. It was off but he still felt like Ghostie as watching him.
“Are you doing it?” Johnny slipped a hand under the waistband and grabbed his cock and hissed at the sudden burst of pleasure. “Hmm, now you are.”
“This is so fucked up.”
“Then stop,” Ghostie told him simply. “Stop touching your dick. End the call. Wank alone.”
“No.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Johnny sighed, moving his hand up and down. God, he’d wanted to do this before but he never dared, as if his friend would somehow know. Another link came, one that led to a cute boy getting pounded in the woods in camo gear while his boyfriend was dressed in black.
“Is that what you do at the end of every month?” Johnny teased, muting his game so he could listen to the weak cries.
“I wish. There are so many hot guys I play with, I’d love to fuck some of them senseless.”
“Fuck the enemy team when they lose. Or punish your team if you lose.”
“I don’t think shoving my cock inside them counts as punishment. Unless they’re not used to being bred and my huge dick splits them in half.”
Johnny wanted to laugh, he did, but the image Ghostie was painting was simply too erotic to ignore. He wanted to play the enemy just to get bent over and taken by him.
“How big are you, really?”
Ghostie chuckled. “Big.”
“How big? Give me inches.”
“About eight.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “So, like five then?”
“Eight.”
The chat pinged and Johnny nearly came at the sight of Ghostie’s cock stood proudly erect with his palm for size comparison. He was as big as he said but even so, the girth made it so much more alluring. Johnny stared at it for a solid thirty seconds.
“Did you see it? Soap?”
“I’m looking.”
“And?”
Johnny didn’t quite believe his friendship had gotten to this point for him to say the following words.
“I need that in my mouth. Like, right now.”
Ghostie groaned. “God, yes. Been so long since anyone blew me. Are you uncut too?”
“Yes. I... Give me a second. I’ll show you.”
“Please do.”
Johnny shivered and hastily grabbed his phone, fumbling to hold it properly as his body vibrated with excitement. Ghostie was so hot. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He aimed the phone at his own erection and judged the picture heavily before deleting it and taking another one. That he sent to the chat and waited for it to load on his monitor too.
“Oh fuck...” Ghostie whined softly. “Can I save that?”
“Yes. I’m saving yours.” Johnny had already done so.
“God, I’m fucking leaking all over my chair now. This is your fault.”
“You started this.”
“I didn’t think we’d get this far. Fuck, I wish I’d set up my boy. I’ll do it next time.”
Johnny raised a brow, returning to his previous favourite activity of stroking himself. “Your boy?”
Ghostie was quiet for a moment. “You know what a sex machine is?”
“Don’t you stick your dick in it?”
“No, no. Wait, I’ll show you.”
He sent a generic photo from the internet but Johnny lost the ability to breathe as he stared at the device. A black box powered the machine that pushed a dildo into the lucky recipient. Ghostie had one. Maybe not this exact model but he did, and Johnny very nearly came at the thought of it.
“I’ve had it for two months. Best investment I ever made.”
“Better than your M4?”
“Can’t fuck myself with an M4, Soap. Have you done anal before?”
Johnny inclined his head. “A few times but not in recent years. I have a dildo but it’s small.”
“Get one. Honestly, Soap, you’ll never need a man in your life again.”
It was tempting and he did recently get paid. The computer was already paid for and shipped. He didn’t really need all the rest in his account. “Send me the link to what you bought. I don’t want to buy something else.”
“Okay. One sec.”
His cock twitched for attention and Johnny resumed his stroking, dragging his thumb over the wet tip as he pictured Ghostie on his knees under his desk. It was one of his favourite scenarios, other than meeting him in public and having a hasty shag in an alley or the back of his car. Not that Johnny had a car but still.
“Here.”
It was an Amazon link and Johnny stared at the three-figure price tag and the hundreds of reviews. He didn’t read a single one of them. If Ghostie recommended it, he was buying it. It was just a case of selecting the right attachments. He didn’t need a double dildo when he only had one hole. His cock strained to be touched more as he lazily touched the head, trying to avoid finishing on his fingers as he thought about his friend taking this thing.
He did pay for prime so with a couple clicks and the promise of subtle packaging, he took a screenshot and sent that to Ghostie.
“Good boy.”
“It will get here for the weekend,” Johnny read off the email that popped up. “Date night?”
Ghostie laughed. “Sure. God, I’m fucking aching here. Need to cum.”
Johnny swallowed tightly. “Me too. Screenshare. Put on something good.”
He did. God, Ghostie knew how to find the things Johnny liked. He muted the video and jerked off to the two pretty femboys fucking each other, all the time focusing more on the soft gasps he could hear through the headset. He even turned up the volume to hear them better because Ghostie sounded like an angel, whimpering slightly here and there. Johnny wanted to wreck him, and he wanted the same done to him. He’d just bought the most expensive sex toy to date, and he couldn’t wait to hear Ghostie take a cock inside him while he felt one push inside his own ass.
The pretty things on the screen were done fucking and the one on top had spilled inside his partner, but their soft cocks were shown to the camera from behind. The top rubbed up against his partner’s cum-slick hole and Johnny heard Ghostie gasp louder than before as he came. The sound alone got Johnny off and he made sure Ghostie heard him loud and clear as he whined and moaned his friend’s name. His heart hammered up to his throat at the rush of finally letting Ghostie hear him.
His chat pinged and although their screens were still shared, he saw the aftermath of their fun.
“Whoa, you really blew your load,” Johnny mumbled, staring wide-eyed at the ropes of cum on Ghostie’s pale hand, the edge of the chair and the surface of his desk.
“I feel so good right now.”
Johnny hummed and quickly sent him a photo of his own cumshot, which had mostly landed on the carpet between his feet. The rgb lights around his set up were set to green so the splatters were visible.
“Got those gay lights, huh, Soap?”
Johnny snorted. “I like it.”
“Me too but they’re expensive. I can’t be fucked. You okay?”
“Amazing. You?”
“Same.” Ghostie fell quiet before clearing his throat. “Was all that okay with you? I mean, I sprung it out of nowhere.”
Johnny smiled softly. He felt insanely good right now. He wiped himself down with some tissues and tucked himself back in as he spoke.
“I have wanted to do that for ages.”
“Same. Fuck.” Ghostie was quiet again and Johnny waited for him to speak. “Is it weird I have like this weird feeling for you?”
Johnny knew him well enough to know he was too nervous to really say what he meant. Ghostie was blunt and open-minded at the same time, but he was shy on some subjects. He decided to take the plunge first.
“I’ve got the biggest crush on you, Si.”
At the sound of his real name, Ghostie chuckled. “Okay, good. I do too. As in, I really fucken like you, John. Really like you.”
Johnny was sure he’d melt into his chair if Ghostie kept being sweet like this. Any moment now, he’d wake up and find out this was all a dream. His heart ached and he reached out to touch the edge of his monitor, as if Ghostie could somehow feel the warmth of his hand through it.
“I really like you too, Simon. I’m... I’m not going to be online tomorrow night, I promised my dad we’d go out together, but I’ll be on the entire weekend with you. All day, both days. Is that okay?”
“I’d love that. I’m gonna head off. I’m so tired and I need a minute to just grasp the fact that you like me back.”
“Trust me, I need to do the same. You have a good night, Simon. You sleep well.”
“I will. You too, Johnny. Good night.”
A second later, Ghostie disconnected and Johnny was left alone with his thoughts and the silence of his room. He’d completely forgotten about Minecraft and he watched Ghostie save and quit the party on there too. Now, he was truly alone and Johnny reclined back in his chair as he took his headset off. Ghostie liked him back. Fuck, they’d had e-sex. Johnny never thought that would happen or that it could happen so naturally or fluidly. They just worked together so well and as Johnny tidied up and turned off his equipment, he grabbed his phone and looked up the prices for trains down to Manchester. He wasn’t going to buy any but he was curious.
When he did fall asleep, it was to a text from his best friend that wished him a good time out with his dad the following day.