I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Chapter 6

The day after we fucked — after I came inside Jules, after he looked me in the eye and said he didn’t know who he was without this — everything was... off.

We didn’t talk much.

We still slept in the same bedsheets, our bodies sticky from the night before, but there was this quiet between us that wasn’t really silence — it was guilt.

I showered twice.

Tried not to look at him when he changed.

Tried not to think about how I wanted to do it again.

But every time I caught a glimpse of him shirtless, every time he leaned back in his chair or ran a hand through his hair, my body remembered.

My cock remembered.

And it made me feel pathetic.

Because I didn’t know if I wanted to be his friend or his boyfriend or his favorite late-night fuck.

I just knew I wanted him.

And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.

That night, just before midnight, I found him sitting on his bed, laptop open, eyes wide.

He looked at me with this mix of panic and excitement. “I found him.”

“What?”

“The guy. The one who made the file. He goes by Action Master online. It’s all encrypted but… I hacked into a trail of burner accounts. The IP’s been pinged near a small town outside campus. An address.”

He spun the laptop around.

A single username. A location. A blinking red dot.

My throat went dry.

“You’re sure?”

Jules nodded. “He made the trigger. He made us. And tomorrow…” He looked at me. “We’re going to find him.”

I blinked at the screen, then at him.

Somehow, the name Action Master made my stomach tighten. Like just hearing it brought something out of me.

He smiled. “God. That name’s so fucking stupid.”

But we both laughed.

Nervously.

Then I stepped closer.

“Action Master…” I said again, quieter.

And the way it sounded out loud — the word action pulsing through my chest — was dangerous.

Jules must’ve felt it too, because his eyes flicked to mine. “Fuck. Now I’m hard again.”

I looked down.

He was.

So was I.

I didn’t even try to fight it.

I sat down on his lap. He froze — breath catching — as I straddled him, my knees on either side, our hard cocks pressing between us through our sweats.

“You’re seriously turned on by hacking someone’s IP?” I whispered, teasing.

He grinned. “No. I’m turned on by you.”

I kissed him.

And everything else disappeared.

It started hungry.

I ground down on him, hips rolling in slow circles, dragging moans from both of us. His hands roamed under my hoodie, fingers pressing into my back, then gripping my waist. I could feel his cock straining against mine, rubbing together through thin cotton.

We kissed harder. Teeth. Tongues. Desperate.

Then I tugged off his hoodie. He lifted mine off too.

We were bare-chested now, flushed and panting, cocks out, leaking against each other. I reached between us and grabbed both of our shafts in one hand, jerking us together. He whimpered into my mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered.

I didn’t answer. I just kept stroking us both, faster now, watching his eyes flutter, his hips buck.

Then I stood up, pushed him back onto the bed, and pulled his pants down.

His cock bounced up, red and wet, begging.

I went down on him.

No hesitation.

I sucked him deep, tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down his shaft until I felt him hit the back of my throat. He moaned my name, thighs trembling under my hands. He sounded wrecked. Needy.

Then he pulled me up, rolled me onto my back, and returned the favor.

His mouth was hot and greedy. He knew every spot now. Knew how to make me groan. I fisted the sheets, my hips rising, trying not to cum too soon.

But we weren’t done.

We needed more.

I rolled over, got behind him, and pushed in slow.

He gasped. His back arched.

We were already sweating. Already breathless.

The rhythm built faster this time. My hands on his hips. His voice breaking with every thrust. The slap of skin, the squeeze, the heat — it was too good. Too much.

I leaned forward, kissing his neck, whispering, “You like this?”

He nodded. “I love this.”

Our hands found each other.

Our bodies shook.

It felt like a goodbye.

And right before I came — right before everything went white-hot and wild — I said the words I didn’t mean to say out loud:

“…I’ll miss this.”

We lay there afterward, sticky and silent, my cum dripping down his thigh, both of us barely breathing.

Neither of us moved.

Neither of us said what that meant.

But finally, Jules spoke, voice hoarse.

“So… tomorrow?”

I nodded.

“Yeah. We find him.”