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[OC - Brian and Chester] - 2
🕑 Added 2025-03-16 11:40:01 +0000 UTCI’ve liked him for a long time now. And I couldn't get over him. I don't think I ever will ‘cause, just earlier, it went out of hand. I accidentally called him baby…? Really, Chester? Dude, you suck! But since you've been dragging it for too long now, when are you finally gonna confess to him? This must be a sign.
He makes me feel so many things. From his smile to his amusing grumpiness. His sharp eyes and his cute bitch face. The way he puts effort into being more sociable around other people. But there's one thing I just discovered that made me see him in a new light…
It was new to me but it aroused me… Seeing him dig his hand in his shorts to undo that wedgie I gave him. His moan and his grunts as I jerked his underwear. It felt… intimate.
Wait… could it be that he likes it? Shit, maybe that’s it! Maybe he wanted me to make him feel good. I can feel my heart pounding right now. My blush exposes my feelings. That discreet brat!
After sitting on the floor being a mess on his door, I finally got up to take a shower. I set the heater on and try to relax. But my thoughts linger.
If he likes wedgies… Then that means he really trusted me, right? I blush again.
But is that even possible? Having that kind of.. fetish? I only caught a glimpse of a few fetishes and kinks on the internet but I haven't encountered this one specifically. I'm not sure yet but all signs are pointing towards it… I'll have to confront him myself.
But… I guess that also means I'll have to explain to him why I called him baby. Fuck.
In my organized and clean room, I'm the only mess around. I scramble to put on the rest of my fresh clothes. I was flustered and I couldn't get it off my mind. At this rate, how am I gonna take a nap? I lie down on my bed and close my eyes, still clenching my teeth from the wave of thoughts I've been having.
And then I fall asleep.
That's right… luckily, I can fall asleep quickly… But what comes next after this?
A few hours later, I wake up. I was planning to only sleep for 30 minutes but… it's almost 5pm? So much for having a proper sleeping schedule now. I was teasing Brian earlier about having a bad body clock too, jokes on me now I guess.
I get up, still groggy. Then I hear a knock.
“Hey Chester, you awake?” he says.
I hesitate to respond, my heart already pounding.
“Yeah! W-what’s up?”
“I made dinner. Come out and eat, you dumb rock. You've been snoozing for hours.”
“O-okay!”
It goes quiet. I already gave in to his teasing.
I open the door to find him on the table, scrolling on his phone, sitting elegantly. I glance at him for a second then roam my eyes as I walk to him.
“Hm… Roasted chicken? Wow.”
He puts down his phone.
“Yep, you've been knocked out for hours, I was able to roast it before you could wake up and annoy me.”
I couldn't respond, I just rolled my eyes and smiled. And then it hits me. It baffles me how he's acting like nothing happened. He can even keep eye contact with me.
“Why are you smiling like that, idiot.” Brian blurts out.
His complexion shifts a bit.
I take the opportunity, “Oh nothing, I guess seeing someone who basically never eats preparing a feast for me is kinda cute.”
“I'm not cute! And who said I did this for you? You slept so long, I was getting hungry. You’re supposed to be on kitchen duty today. 'Guess I'm not the only one with a ruined body clock now.”
“Heh, you could've just made dinner for yourself.”
Brian flinches.
“Oooor, you could've just waited for me to wake up to make dinner for the both of us. 'Cause that would've been mean~” I add.
His blush has gotten stronger.
“Y-y-your “dinner” would've been a midnight snack if I waited any longer.” he blurts out.
I laugh. And we eat for a few minutes. And when it was time to wash the dishes, he took my plate and glass of water. I let out a teasing smirk. He turns to the sink hastily. Somehow his responses to my teasing have shifted. I stay there dazed, mustering up the courage to talk. And then I walk towards him.
“Hey… we need to talk about something serious.”
“What?”
“About earlier. Y’know? Don't tell me you've forgotten?”
“Shit.”
I try to be casual with my words, trying not to sound judgmental. “Yeah. Hehe. So what was that about? The wedgie?”
“I…”
I walk closer to him, shortening the space between us,“So… Why did you ask me to give you a wedgie?”
“I can’t say it… I don’t… know how.”
This is the most flustered I've seen Brian. Maybe I'm hitting the mark. I just want him to open himself to me. I want to encourage him.
“Are you too shy to tell me directly?” I say, gently. I walk closer. He leans his back against the sink, his hands supporting him. My palms rest beside his on the marble surface.
He turns his face away, but it’s too red to be ignored.
“Do you want me to help you out?” I try to be careful with my words. The last thing I want is to force him to come out.
“How..?” A curious voice.
I chuckle while I keep my tone soft, “I’m gonna ask you one more time… If you don't want to, you don’t have to explain it to me, okay? Do you like wedgies? Just nod or shake your head if you're too shy to say it.”
I smile, “Don’t be ashamed, Brian… I won’t judge you. Just like you told me.”
Then he nods. My eyes glitter in affection. Just knowing he trusts me with this gives me butterflies.
“Do you… want to do it again?” I ask, gently, my voice getting lower and sweeter. And then he pauses again, his shyness overwhelming him.
He gulps “Yeah…” he tries to keep a stoic voice, but I can tell the hint of excitement. Like he's just won the lottery.
“Okay, I’m gonna give you a wedgie right now so… Just tell me if you hate it, okay? I won't hesitate to stop. Unless, you don't want me to…? Got it?” I give one final assurance, keeping that gentle smile on my face.
”...Got it.” He looks me in the eye like he’s desperately trusting me with his life. That's as close to puppy eyes as it gets for Brian. And it riles me up. My heart is racing now.
I nod then turn him around and push his shoulders down gently as he lands his arms on the sink for support. I place my fingers on his waistband. He changed his underwear. Heh.
“Did you do something with your last undies?” I lean in to whisper in his ear. His eyebrows scrunched together, lips quivering and eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. I chuckle.
I pull back and then I jerk up his underwear. He flinches, his head leaning down like he's ashamed that I know everything now. But it's not shameful for me.
I do another pull, this time it's higher than the last. He groans. I can tell from his jaw that he just gritted his teeth.
“Don’t just grind your teeth like that. C’mon, let me hear you~” I tease. And then I yank! Jerking up even his cute ass and thighs. And then he moans. Beautiful. I could just listen to that sound all day. This is the highest pull I've given him so far. And it's just on his middle back. I see his arms tremble on the sink. I keep the underwear up for a few seconds.
He arches his lower back in response as I lightly drop his hips. He pants. But as soon as he calmed down, I suddenly yanked it back up again. He lets out a deep and long moan as he pulls his head backwards with his chest out. I can tell how tight everything is down there, with his shorts riding along the undies. Adding to the already uncomfortably rammed fabric up his ass. I let out an overbearing smirk as I stare at his ass. The middle of his shorts sink into his crack. And my grip is making that sharp middle seam on his undies. The leg holes finally showed, making their way past his lower back. It looks painful. And it looks so hot.
I loosen again, and continue the pattern. I yank, then I relax. Then I yank. Each yank elicits a plethora of sounds from the man. Just as I like to hear. He moans, then yelps.
“Mnhh..!” He curls his head backwards again. I can tell how pleasurable it must be for him. He scowls intensely.
“C’mon Brian. Tell me if you want to keep going…” I tease, keeping that grin on my face beside his ear.
“H-haa…. Y-yeah..” He stammers.
I waste no time. I yank again. I hear popping sounds. It satisfies me. I yank it again and keep it lifted. He moans. Each yank and moan becoming more lustful. His voice is straining. This is the most desperate I've heard him. I can tell that he's close. I'm willing to take him where he wants to go.
“Mmm… just one last pull. Hold on for me, okay? This is gonna hurt~”
I squat down to get an underhand grip on the undies, then I haul them up and up. His stiff, crossed and trembling legs floating. His ass pressing on my abs as I haul and haul. I can't tell if the underwear popping were louder or his pain and pleasured long moan, but everything was intoxicating. And then he lets out a vulgar, earth-shattering moan.
I drop him down. His lower body on the ground while his arms are hanging on the ledge of the sink. We both pant.
I bend down to softly carry him up. I keep my arm close to him as we lean our backs on the ledge.
“You okay, buddy?” I ask. A hint of concern on my face.
I wait for his response as he catches his breath. I rub his back slowly.
“That was… great.” He manages in between pants. I smile. I can tell he's not being generous with that answer. He must've thought it was heaven.
“Well I guess that's more reason for me to keep hitting the gym.” I joke.
He chuckles. I can see relief in his face. His cheeks flushed. And he looks like he softened up to me. Now I can't tell which side of him I like the most. I guess I just like all of them... Maybe this is my chance to confess.
“Hey uh… Brian?” I let out.
“There's also something I have to tell you.”
“Hm?” He looks at me curiously.
“I… like you.” My chest aches. The nervousness and anticipation eating me up. I don't know what he will say. But even if he rejects me, at least I got to do this with him. I got to be someone he trusted.
As I stand there, waiting. He just looks at me and blushes.
“Finally…” He says.
“What..?”
“Remember when you whispered those assurances to me when I fell asleep on the table? And that time when you kissed me on the forehead when you tucked me in? I felt them… I heard and felt them… I kept going in and out of sleep at the time because of my insomnia. And I guess fate just decided to rat you out on me. And thanks to those gestures, I had an inkling that you liked me that way.
“S-so you're telling me insomnia gave it away?!”
“Pfffft. That's a really funny thought process, idiot.”
“But that's not the best part…” he adds.
“It’s the fact that I like you too…”
I turn completely red. I couldn't help but hide my face at that revelation. I can't believe it. He… likes me back? He likes me back?!
“The reason I trusted you with my secret in the first place… though I was still struggling to put it into words… was because I liked you. I-I… I’ve actually been fantasizing about you giving me wedgies for a while now… S-so yeah…” he spills his guts. His face is a mix of shyness and grumpiness. I love it…
We both go quiet.
“Say something???” He gets flustered.
After a moment of silence, I tease, “Huh. Is that why you have ripped-up underwear underneath your bed?”
“You- ho- what the fuck?! Oh my god!” He slaps his face with his palms to hide his face.
I laugh as he shuts down from being too flushed. And then-
“Is that why you called me baby then!?” He retorts
“O-oh that was-!” I get embarrassed.
“Don’t think I forgot about that slip-up. BABY.” He mocks.
And now I'm the one covering my red face.
“Yeah I picked up on that. Heh. You dumbass can't keep a secret.” He laughs.
“It's honestly so… cute” he adds.
I just sit there defeated and flustered.
“God…” and then I realize.
“Wait, does that mean we're… dating now?” I blurt out, my eyes gleaming.
“Pffft. Yes, you dumbass.” He smirks and chuckles at my excitement.
“Yes!” I make a celebratory fist. Then I attack him with a hug and a smile on my face.
In a shocked state, he pauses. Then he hesitantly hugs me back. His hands soothing over my back. I rub the back of his hair.
“I'm so happy…” I mumble.
“Me too…”
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