i wanna get off with you

by inhearted

Summary:

Too much beer, a newfound obsession with his suddenly established "best friend" Economos, and a strong eagerness to please somehow leads to Adrian being bent over a bathroom sink.

Notes:

yoo!! i made a bet with myself that if there was no new econovig fics 24 hours after s2 ep 3 that i would make a oneshot smut fic of them so. here you go!! its short and i havent posted my shit in 100 years so. also this is basically like just a "what if this happened" au of ep 3 so slight spoilers

After Chris had left the party, it was clear that no one else was going home tonight. None of them expected a surprise sleepover—especially not Harcourt, seeing as it was her small, one bedroom apartment—but it was a spur of the moment decision that hopefully saved them from wasting money on an Uber, or most likely someone else's car insurance.

 

Adebayo was first to call dibs on the couch, and with Adrian following close behind by lunging onto the reclining chair, Economos was left with no options other than the floor. Which was basically not an option at all. He let out an overly dramatic groan and took off his glasses, pinching his nose bridge. His head was starting to pound.

 

"Dude, do you wanna take the chair instead? I'm fine on the floor." Though sleeping on the cold hardwood felt horrible enough in his imagination, Adrian would've done it for him. It just felt like the right thing to do. But Economos didn't budge, his heart already set on suffering. "It's fine. I'll just.. fucking– sleep in the bathtub, or something."

 

Adrian watched him slowly trudge down the short hallway and into the bathroom, turning on the light and shutting the door quietly behind him. He slouched in his seat, crossing his arms and turning to Adebayo, who was already snuggled up in a blanket and looked like she had been asleep for the night already.

 

"I feel bad. Do you feel bad?" He took another glance at the door, trying to make out what Economos was doing by watching the shadows from underneath the door. "He's a big guy, and he's the one sleeping in the bathtub? So not fair." Adrian was whining to himself at this point, because Adebayo was hearing none of it. He still pretended she could.

 

"I mean, I guess it's too late, but I really would've given him the chair. I don't know why I didn't think of that..." He bent and pulled his legs up onto his seat, placing his hands on his knees and lightly tapping them repetitively. "I hope he isn't upset. I should check. I don't know,"

 

The rustling in the bathroom eventually stopped, and Adrian knew because he had been watching the entire time, laying down but still making unbroken eye contact with the movement underneath the door. For some reason, Economos left the light on—which felt like an extreme oversight, he'd definitely make his headache worse that way. And not only that, Adrian was constantly thinking about how bad he felt for his friend. He had to do something. A friendly gesture, something to make him feel better or show him that he cared!

 

Without much of a second thought, Adrian crept off of the recliner, making slow, quiet steps down the hallway. He wrapped Harcourt's ill-fitting robe around himself, feeling a bit cold and misplaced as he made his way to the door, putting his ear up to it first. No movement. The muted sound of snoring rung in his ear after a few moments, and Adrian knew then that he would sneak inside and surprise his friend with some sort of gift of kindness.

 

Twisting the doorknob as slowly and gently as he physically could, Adrian cracked open the door to see Economos' sleeping face 'staring' right back at him. It startled him a little, and he froze, expecting him to wake up right then and there. But he didn't. Another snore, louder this time without the door to muffle it—and Adrian pushed the door open a bit more, just enough for him to slide himself inside the room and shut the door lightly behind him. A small sigh of relief, and he began thinking of what he should even do.

 

The first idea, and gesture he settled on doing, was cleaning his clothes. He thought, wouldn't Economos like to have clean, fresh clothes tomorrow after getting drunk and spilling beer all over himself? it seemed like a feasible enough idea in his drunken, naïve mind and he wasted no time getting to work. After slowly bringing himself to his knees, Adrian reached for the man's belt while maintaining constant eye contact with Economos' shut lids. To his surprise, his belt was already unbuckled—weird, but it just made it easier for him to begin pulling off his pants. It was unbearably awkward to try and remove clothing from someone that couldn't move and was too heavy to maneuver on his own. Still, Adrian persisted, yanking on the sides of his pants until he got them down to his ankles. Then, a sort of grunt left the man's mouth, and he froze.

 

He was completely still—meaning his hands were still gripping Economos' pants—and Adrian watched as his eyes fluttered open and squinted at the sight of what seemed to be a weird psychopath attempting to fiddle him while he slept. They both stared at eachother for a moment.

 

"Hi.. buddy," Adrian broke the silence, a half whisper that made Economos almost explode. He grabbed the waistband of his pants with a panic, wiggling around in an attempt to pull them up while sitting in a small bathtub. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He maintained a quiet while still obviously pissed off tone, and Adrian gave his signature worried puppy stare. "I was just trying to help you out, I–"

 

"Help me out? You're being such a creep, dude,"

 

"Not like that! No, I just wanted to clean your clothes, man!" He held up his hands in defense, and Economos glared at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend the idea of someone doing what Adrian did and not meaning it in a perverted way. He sighed, covering his eyes in an attempt to shield himself from both the blinding light and having to see his friend's face in that moment.

 

"Next time I'm asleep around you, if there's ever another time, god, please don't do that again. I thought you were gonna... touch me or something." Deeply embarrassed at even having to set that boundary, Economos ran a hand through his hair and looked at everything but the man crouched at the end of the bathtub. Adrian looked quizzical, as if Economos was the weird one for insinuating some sexual intent in his action. "Touch you? Like what, I was just gonna grab your dick or something?"

 

Economos finally made eye contact with Adrian again, to give him a 'Well, yeah,' stare, followed by a shrug. "Honestly, I can't think of any other reason why someone would take off someone else's pants like that. Besides whatever the fuck you were doing."

 

Adrian tried his best to wrap his mind around it; he could only see it the way he saw it, an innocent gesture between friends. The idea of making a sexual advance towards Economos at that moment felt completely foreign to his mind, but the second he thought about it more, his eyes widened. He turned to his best friend with a stare that said, oh shit, and he gripped the edge of the bathtub with a speed that made Economos jump a little.

 

"Dude, I am so, so sorry. Like, I didn't want to creep you out at all, I just felt bad that you had to sleep in the bathtub, and like, I would've seriously let you take the chair!" Adrian rambled on in an attempt to apologize. Economos was already down from the shock of it, rubbing his eyes before resting his head on his right palm. "It's fine. I mean, you've done a bunch of weird shit,"

 

"Like what?" Adrian tilted his head slightly.
"That time you called me while you were in the shower, and then after you asked me what my favorite color was while you were choosing your underwear? That was weird."
"Well, I think asking stuff like that to a best friend is normal! I couldn't decide what I should wear that night because my favorite ones were dirty."
"Yeah, well, it was a little odd."

 

Adrien traced the edge of the bathtub with his finger. "I just don't really find that kind of thing weird. I mean, I've had sex with my best friend before too. It's normal." Economos was stunlocked for a moment, and looked at Adrian's completely neutral expression expecting a change or a laugh after a second but—nothing. "You're serious?"

 

"Yeah! wait, what?" Adrian chuckled, staring at Economos as if he was the eccentric one, "Helping out your friends is a completely normal thing! Sometimes you get pent up, and your best friend is always there for you, you know?" He tried his best to help Economos understand, his words sounding completely heartfelt. He moved to sit on the floor with his legs criss-crossed. "And you're my best friend too. I feel like.. I don't know, you haven't done anything in a long time, probably."

 

This was the last thing Economos expected to be talking about right now, but here he was, being forced to face the fact he hadn't had a sexual partner in god knows how many years. Whether it be his awkwardness and social anxiety, his busy schedule, or his unconventional appearance (in his own mind), something was holding him back from being in a relationship. It was alot to think about—so much so that he almost breezed past the proposition Adrian had just made towards him to his face.

 

"You're not serious." Economos let out a light chuckle of disbelief, met by a completely genuine expression from Adrian. "No, I am! I care about my friend's feelings, and I like making them feel better. I don't mind if it's sexual, really... it's like any other thing to me," Economos couldn't tell if he was seeing things, or if there really was a little bit of redness creeping onto Adrian's cheeks. He attempted to process the situation he was in, what his friend was insinuating, and the positions they were in, and unexpectedly he wasn't having a panic attack over it.

 

Adrian was staring at his friend so hopefully, bright eyed and completely eager to please. Economos was still drunk, but not drunk enough to not be able to know what he wanted. And he knew that he wanted this. He had someone willing to get him off right in front of him, waiting for the word.

 

After thinking about it for a long moment, Economos reached down and tugged at his belt, frustrated at how much his pants were restricting the growing tent beneath. Adrian stared intently at every movement he made, waiting for his next word.

 

"Is it okay if I fuck you?"

 

Not being what Adrian expected, his expression turned obviously stunned—to Economos' horror. "Fuck, I'm sorry, was that too much?" He rushed to apologize, wrestling with his pants zipper. "No no no no, Economos, please, I just didn't think you'd say that!" Adrian giggled, leaning his arm up on the bathtub. "I'm fine with that if you are," and without too long of a moment he began removing his—Harcourt's—robe, discarding it beside him and rising to sit on his knees beside Economos.

 

Adrian reached over and felt his bulge through the tightness of his pants, parting his lips in content at how thick he felt. Their height and size difference was not something that went unnoticed to Adrian. Being almost six feet tall, finding someone bigger than you in every way wasn't a normal occurrence. But Economos fit that bill perfectly, and filled Adrian's brain with thoughts he never had prior to their meeting.

 

Economos watched as Adrian slipped his hand into his pants, feeling his dick through thin boxer fabric. His head slowly fell back and rested on the shower tile, letting his friend slowly stroke the length of it through his underwear. He tilted his head and noticed Adrian's pants were off, the curve of his back leading into nothing but his perky ass in tight white briefs.

 

When did he have time to do that? Surely he would've noticed him taking them off—but the overthinking was shut off by Adrian tugging at his pants the same way he was when he woke Economos up a bit ago.

 

"I'm kind of impatient," Adrian said a bit sheepishly, and Economos had no reason to complain. He slowly stood up, not wanting to get dizzy or fall over in a slippery bathtub, and stepped out. He kicked off his pants, discarding them on the edge of the sink. For some reason, Adrian stayed kneeled beneath him, almost as if he was waiting for a command.

 

After a second of staring, "Stand up," Economos spoke in a gentle, confused tone, not wanting to come off too demanding, and Adrian stood up as quickly as humanly possible. Interesting.

 

"I haven't been with a guy in a long time, fuck," He put a palm to his forehead, unable to take his eyes off how good Adrian's body looked. He had seen it earlier, when they had drunkenly decided to douse him in beer, but it slipped his mind how genuinely sexy his friend was. He hadn't fully noticed it over all the goofiness Adrian always exuded.

 

"It isn't different than being with anyone else, trust me,"

 

Economos took that as Adrian attempting to comfort him, but he would soon figure out that he meant those words quite literally. He pulled his friend in by the waist, going in for his neck and kissing below his ear. Adrian made a surprised oh sound, wrapping his arms around Economos' neck and tilting his own for easier access.

 

"Can I bend you over the sink? Is that fine?" His breathy voice was a completely new sound for Adrian. He didn't expect to get flustered, at all, but seeing a new, more intimate side of his friend brought an unexpected heat to his body.

 

"Yeah, please, sure," Adrian gasped out.

 

With slow yet assertive movements, Economos pushed him up against the sink, Adrian's back arched and his hands pressed onto the sides of the counter. He realized he was face to face with... his own face this way, and it was both humiliating and deeply sensual. Adrian went from feeling in control of this whole situation to being thrown for a loop constantly—it was exciting, but god, it made him nervous.

 

Economos was transfixed by the sight of Adrian beneath him. His hands were gripping his hips a bit too tight, and his dick was practically throbbing in his boxers. Economos stepped a bit closer and grinded his dick onto Adrian's ass. He noticed something, in the back of his mind, but didn't percieve it further, the feeling of this contact mixed with his friend's little whimpers being too much to actually think.

 

He used both his hands to spread Adrian wider, feeling his tight hole through his briefs. Economos stopped for a moment. There was no bulge or imprint of balls in his underwear, he noticed. And then he realized. Fuck.

 

"Everything okay?" Adrian spotted Economos' bewildered expression in the mirror, turning around and giving himself a more difficult angle to look at the man behind him from. "I... I didn't know." "Didn't know what?"

 

"You have a..."
Adrian's expression went blank for a moment. "Yeah?"

 

Economos couldn't pretend this wasnt making him harder. He was already attracted to his friend enough in this moment, but now the idea of fucking his wet cunt made him feel dizzy. "Okay," He muttered, completely neutral sounding, even though his brain was spinning in his head. Economos reached down and pressed two fingers onto Adrian's clit, rubbing it around in a small circle, forcing a breathy moan from his mouth. Okay.

 

Not wanting to waste any time, Economos pulled down his boxers, and then Adrian's, getting a full sight of what he was working with. He was so wet that it was incredibly visible, and Adrian knew that, covering his face with both hands in shame. Economos held his dick in one hand, grinding it against Adrian's slick and imagining how warm and tight his hole must be—he felt like such a pervert treating his friend this way.

 

Adrian held out a small packet of something behind his back, Economos taking a minute to even realize what it was. Of course he kept one-time use lube on him. God, how often did he do this? He took it from Adrian with a small, "thanks", and ripped it open with his teeth. It was a small amount, but it was somehow enough to coat his cock and around his friend's entrance. Economos couldn't believe this was actually happening. He lined himself up, and slowly pushed the tip inside, watching in the mirror as Adrian's eyes grew wide and his hands flew to cover his own mouth.

 

After four, every inch felt like it was too much for Adrian, and then it just kept going. Once Economos had bottomed out, they both sat there, breathless and equally as amazed at how good it felt. He didn't expect to last more than a minute the moment he started moving. Adrian's hole felt like it was holding him in, so tight and warm that he could barely pull out before wanting to dive himself in deep again.

 

Adrian felt like his whole body was being fucked. He was being held so tight by someone so much bigger and stronger, and his dick filled him so well that it felt like he couldn't move. He eventually gave up on trying to be any sort of quiet, hanging his head and letting whines escape his lips and into the bowl of the sink.

 

Economos was thinking with his dick for sure, but not enough to let everyone hear what was going on. He reached forwards, pressing his body into Adrian's back and holding a large hand over his mouth. "You want everyone to hear us? God," Economos snickered. Adrian didn't even process a word, grabbing onto the hand and wrist covering his mouth like they were his only grasp on reality.

 

"You're way too tight, oh my god," Economos spoke through a groan. The sound of their skin slapping together was enough to wake any sober person up, but luckily they were in special circumstances. Economos was fixated on the vulgar sight in the mirror—Adrian looked so fucked out already, his eyes rolling back and his moans still clear even with Economos' hand pressed over his mouth.

 

He had a newfound confidence, whether it be all the beer or the fact he was fucking his friend after years of nothing but masturbation, and it made him surprisingly mouthy. "You look like a whore," Economos leaned forward to whisper in his ear, his thrusts growing deep and rough.

 

"You're doing this all for me, you're so good, fuck," He let his hand fall from Adrian's mouth just to roughly cup his face again. "I just wanted to be good for you," Adrian had more to say, but was cut off by his own sounds, "You're so big,"

 

Just the way Adrian sounded was enough to send him over the edge. He was so pathetic and disheveled that all he could muster was begging and whimpers, repeating his words and asking if he was being good over and over. Economos wondered if Adrian saw himself as some sort of pet.

 

His strokes were more stuttered, his hand falling to Adrian's neck and gripping the sides. "So fucking good," Economos muttered under his breath, and for a moment their eyes locked in the mirror. Seeing himself making his friend feel so good, and how amazing it felt inside of him, it only took a few more deep, hard thrusts for him to coat Adrian's insides with warm semen.

 

It felt like he couldn't stop, still rolling his hips into Adrian's cunt and finally letting go of his grip on his friend's neck. Adrian let out a loud sigh, Economos giving him one last deep stroke before pulling out.

 

It felt like there was a void where his dick was inside of him. They both sat there for a moment in a daze, Economos caressing Adrian's ass without a thought. "Wow," He exhaled, watching the cum begin to drip out of his stretched hole.

 

"You.. you feel good now? Less tension, or something..." Adrian couldn't form his sentences the way he wanted to, standing up straight and stretching before staring up at Economos with half lidded eyes. "Yeah, I think so," He looked at Adrian through a new lens. It felt like they had opened the door to something completely new, and seen a side of eachother they hadn't expected.

 

A comfortable quiet fell in the bathroom then, and Adrian walked over to the bathtub, closing the shower curtain and turning the faucet on.

 

"We should probably clean up now." He turned back to face Economos, who was still eyeing up Adrian's body. Flustered, he turned away, covering his dick as if they hadn't just had sex a minute ago.

 

"Yeah, you're right."