I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 7

We were packing.

Jules had printed out the address. I was folding a hoodie I didn’t plan on wearing. The air felt too still. Like everything in the dorm was waiting to see if we’d really go through with it.

He zipped his backpack and looked at me. “You ready?”

I froze.

Something inside me twisted.

What I said was:
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

What I meant was:
I’m not sure I want this to stop.

“We don’t know who he is,” I said carefully. “He could be dangerous. We’re talking about sneaking into a stranger’s house. What if it’s a trap? What if he’s some psycho—?”

Jules looked up at me, smiling slightly. “You suggesting we might get… lost in action?”

He said it on purpose.

I felt it immediately — the flicker in my chest, the ache between my legs.

Asshole.

“You’re not funny,” I said.

He came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” I whispered.

We stood there for a long second. Then I turned and kissed him.

His mouth opened for me. Tongues tangled. Our hands roamed under each other’s shirts like we couldn’t help it. Like it was routine now — muscle memory.

But this time Jules pulled away first.

“No, no, no,” he said, breathless. “We seriously need to find him.”

“No.”

I said it louder than I meant to. Too fast. Too hard.

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

I grabbed his face. “Not yet. Please. I need this. One more time.”

His lips parted. My breath was shaky. My cock already pressing hard against my jeans.

“Oh,” he said, teasing. “So you don’t want to get rid of this.”

Before I could answer, his hand was sliding down. Stroking me through the fabric.

“You’re so hard,” he whispered.

“Stop,” I said, eyes fluttering. “I— I’m not gay.”

He looked up at me. Smirked. “Yeah. Okay.”

I didn’t push him away.

But I grabbed his wrist, held it, and said something I hadn’t said before:

“…Let’s record it.”

He blinked.

“We’ve never filmed ourselves. Not while fucking. If tomorrow’s the end of this… I want to remember it. I need to.”

He looked at me for a second. Then nodded slowly.

He grabbed his phone. Propped it on the dresser. Hit record.

We stood in frame, backs to the bed, flushed and horny and trembling.

Jules looked at me.

I looked at him.

And at the same time, we said:

“Lights. Camera. Action.”

I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Our clothes came off in waves — first the shirts, then the pants, then the boxers. We were already leaking. Cocks hard, bodies warm, mouths hungry.

The camera watched everything.

We made out hard. I sucked on his tongue like I needed to taste every part of him one last time. My hand wrapped around both of our cocks, stroking them together, making us groan in unison.

Then I kissed my way down his chest.

He spread his legs for me without needing to be told.

I licked between his thighs, teasing him with my tongue, then sucked him deep until his head tilted back, mouth open, eyes shut. His fingers tangled in my hair as he moaned my name.

“Fuck… Aiden…”

I got him slick. Wet. Ready.

Then I pulled back and spit on my cock.

He looked up at me, flushed and breathless.

“I want you inside me,” he said.

I didn’t wait.

I lined up, pushed in slowly, and watched his whole body react.

He gasped. His legs shook.

I filled him deep, inch by inch, groaning as I felt him clamp around me. The heat. The tightness. It was heaven. Addicting. Like no matter how many times we did this, it would never be enough.

We found a rhythm. I held his hips. He met every thrust.

Our bodies slapped together, skin on skin, sweat dripping, the sound of it loud and obscene and beautiful.

“Look at me,” I told him.

He did. Those eyes — glassy and wild and honest.

“I’ll miss this,” I whispered.

He reached up and grabbed my face. Pulled me down into a kiss as we kept fucking, faster now, hips jerking, chasing the edge together.

I felt it building. He moaned. I moaned.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.

“Do it,” he said. “Cum in me. I want it.”

I gripped his thighs and gave him everything. Buried deep. Pulsing. Trembling. My orgasm ripped through me so hard I almost collapsed. He came seconds later, untouched, all over his stomach, chest heaving.

We lay there, tangled and ruined, the phone still recording in the corner.

Jules was the one who moved first. He turned it off.

Silence.

Just our breathing.

And then I said it again, quieter this time.

“…I’ll miss this.”

He didn’t answer right away.

He just lay back down next to me and laced our fingers together.

Finally, he whispered:

“Tomorrow.”

I nodded.

“Tomorrow.”

And maybe I’d never feel this good again.

But at least now… I’d remember it.