I Tried Hypnosis With My Friend - Finale

I almost said it.

As we stood by the car, backpack zipped, gas tank full, I looked at Jules and tried to speak.

"A…"

He turned fast. “Don’t. Say it.”

I froze. “But—”

“We’ll never get girls this way,” he added, like it was supposed to be funny.

But I didn’t laugh.

Because I wasn’t sure I wanted girls.

Not after everything.

Not after him.

The road was long, but the silence was longer.

Jules hummed along to some playlist, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, pretending like this was any other weekend trip. But I kept my eyes on the window, watching the trees blur past, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

Because if Action Master really had a way to reverse it all…

Then this—all of it—could be gone by tonight.

The cravings.
The trigger.
The sweat.
The way Jules moaned when I kissed his neck.
The way I felt when I was inside him.
The way he looked at me right before we came.

Was that all just... programming?

Or was that me?

Us?

I didn’t know anymore.
But the thought of losing it made me feel sick.

His house was a plain one-story off a cracked road. Yellow paint peeling. Wind chimes jangling. Backyard open like he was expecting us.

And there he was. Just… sitting there.

A man with long silver hair, bare feet, loose white shirt. He looked less like a tech bro and more like a psychic monk on sabbatical.

“You found me,” he said, smiling.

We stood awkwardly at the fence, unsure whether to run or bow.

“Come in,” he said. “I don’t bite.”

We followed him through the grass.

Inside, the house was cluttered — incense smoke, thick books, blinking routers, and a wall covered in scrawled audio maps. He poured tea but we didn’t touch it.

Jules cut straight to it.

“You’re Action Master?”

He nodded. “I was. I don’t use the name anymore.”

“We need you to undo what you did,” I said.

“To fix us.”

He tilted his head. “Fix you?”

“The file,” Jules said. “The hypnosis. It worked. We’ve been acting on it for over a week now. We need it to stop.”

Action Master smiled.

“When was the last time you listened?”

I glanced at Jules. “About a week ago.”

He let out a laugh. A full one. “Then it’s not the file.”

“What?”

“The trigger word’s effectiveness fades after twenty-four hours. It’s a mild suggestive cycle. Meant for solo edge play. Not long-term bonding.”

I shook my head. “But... the word still works. When we say it, we feel it. We do things.”

He chuckled again. “No. You do things.”

I blinked.

Jules’s mouth opened slightly. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying the hypnosis wore off days ago. You kept going because you wanted to.”

Silence.

I felt the world tilt.

“But I spent that weekend at home,” I whispered. “And I still thought about him. Still craved…”

“You think hypnosis created feelings?” Action Master shrugged. “Nah. It just unlocked them.”

I stepped forward, heart pounding. “So you’re saying…”

“There’s one explanation,” he said, locking eyes with me.

“You want him.”

We didn’t speak on the drive back.

Not until we were parked outside the dorm lot, engine off, windows fogging slowly from our breath.

Jules turned toward me.

“So…”

I looked at him, throat dry.

He spoke first. “I guess I kinda… find you hot.”

I let out a quiet breath. “Yeah.”

“Not just physically. I mean. I don’t know. I just… when you kiss me I feel like I don’t want anyone else.”

The air got heavier.

“I think I liked pretending it was the file,” I said. “So I didn’t have to admit it was me.”

We stared at each other.

And then, like it was inevitable, I leaned across the gear shift and kissed him.

Hard.

Deep.

Hungry.

We couldn’t wait.

Shirts flew off. Pants half down. The car fogged up fast.

His body against mine, hot and bare. We kissed until our lips hurt, until our cocks were out and rubbing together, slick with precum. We groaned into each other’s mouths, stroking side by side, whispering each other’s names.

Then I climbed on top of him in the backseat.

His hands on my waist. My fingers gripping the seatbelt.

When I slid down onto him, we both gasped — not from pain, not from surprise, but from how right it felt.

We moved like we’d done this a hundred times, like our bodies were synced, like this was the only way we’d ever feel whole again.

We tried every position we could in that cramped, shaking car.

Me on top.
Him from behind.
Hands gripping thighs.
Mouths sucking skin.
Sweat dripping down windows.
The rhythm messy, clumsy, perfect.

We whispered things we didn’t even know we needed to say.

“You feel so good.”
“I’ve never wanted anything like this.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Please don’t let this be fake.”

We came together, moaning each other’s names, trembling, spilling across each other’s chests. My head collapsed on his shoulder. His fingers tangled in my hair. Our bodies didn’t move.

Later, shirtless and out of breath, we lay curled up in the backseat.

Jules laughed softly.

“So I guess we didn’t need the trigger word after all.”

I smiled into his neck.

“Nope.”

And we stayed there.

Naked. Sweaty. Honest.

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This is the end. I hope you liked it because I have another series idea in mind with the hypnosis theme, but that will happen later.

For now, I'm thinking of making a brand new series before I do the boyband one or even alternating between two.