Imagination

Ranboo sunk into the cushioning of his black gaming chair, his arms going limp and eyes to the illuminated screen. He huffed a sigh of relief after having streamed for many hours; he was littered with comments anywhere from how good he was at the game to how pretty his eyes supposedly were.

Maybe he would be more opt to believe such compliments had he not seen them and their counterparts so many times. For every 100 compliments on his eyes, was another negatively conceived guess at what he looked like and why he hid his face. Despite the struggles of interpreting a random strangers opinion as something he should hold of himself, he has come a long way with his facial dysmorphia. Revealing his eyes to the world was his way of showing his growth in confidence and self-love. It’s so hard to love the rest of his own body though.

It feels like it should be hidden, no one else should see it except for himself; and even then he didn’t appreciate it the way he knew he should.

Since the stream was over, he had time to contemplate things. Having a debate with himself on his looks wasn’t on the to-do list though, so he successfully pushed those thoughts away. Today, he was going to be confident with himself. He wasn’t going to feel ashamed of the way his body looked. But what about the way others see it? Toby and Tommy have complimented him at his lowest points, (or rather his greatest points of weakness), and that gave ranboo slightly more empathy towards himself. He looked away from the screen and towards his body, “I’m not that bad, I guess.” He thought to himself. He lifted his shirt to examine his torso by sliding one hand underneath the garment, leaving his eyes to examine the stretch marks scattered across the warm surface.

He only looked for a second before giving up on positivity for the time being, and leaned back in his chair to gaze at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and focused on just breathing and thinking. His mind wondered off to the idealistic world of someone appreciating his body and giving him more credit than he dares to give himself, a world where another person could appreciate him. He couldn’t help but think of his dearest friends, that and Leon from resident evil; if only he were real.

His mind flooded with intrusive thoughts, things he couldn’t stop himself from pondering over. The imaginings of a pair of hands just touching and exploring him; feeling and straying on spots no one has ever touched. He pushed his chair away from his desk, and just imagined how good those hands could make him feel. He pushed his hand underneath his shirt again and skirted across the heated surface. While Ranboo’s left hand entertained his torso, he lowered his left to his crotch, softly stroking the area with his thumb before starting to massage it. His breathing got heavier, and the mask he was wearing only made it hotter and more difficult.

He could only think about those delicate hands, embracing his body in ways no one else ever has. He unbuttoned his jeans and the only coherent thoughts he had were of someone approaching his tenting underwear with an open mouth. Their tongue gliding across the clothed erection from the base to the tip, only to kiss it gently, over and over. The mouth would lick the slit at the tip, kiss it, and open their mouths to gently suck and lick at it. Ranboos breath hitched as he took hold of his cock, with only the thin layer of clothing that was his boxers, between those fingers and his bulge.

His eyes were closed, and maybe that’s why his mind would undoubtedly ignore the glaring presence Tommy had in ranboos doorway. Tommy didn’t make a noise, and in his home the doors and floors didn’t creak like older ones normally do. So, left to silently decipher what was in front of his eyes, Tommy stood achingly still, hand still on the doorknob and eyes bewildered at the sight of his best friend jerking off. It must be the shock that made Tommy’s mind wonder to other sexual scenarios between him and his deerest friend, because Tommy only likes women. That’s what it is, the shock; the shock that ranboos dick was quite above average, and a leaking pulsating mess.

Ranboo wasn’t much for moaning, but his breathing only got heavier and louder as he stroked painfully slowly, only ever speeding up when he feels he cant contol it. He wanted to take this slow, as he hadn’t had a good jerking session since he moved into his home with Tommy and Tubbo. As slow and seemingly neverending that was ranboos intent, it seemed Tommy’s nightmare was just the same. He quietly cracked the door as it was before he got there, and sunk to the wall beside it. He couldn’t believe what he had been a witness to, and what’s even more unbelievable was that he had also gained quite the burning heat in his pants. Tommy brought his knees to his chest and arms to wrap around them, but that doesn’t help the glaring problem that his mind won’t stop suggesting, which was the imagining of a scenario in which Tommy went in Ranboo’s room and used his mouth to satisfy an unsuspecting Ranboo. It made Tommy’s erection rise and twitch, which he was very scared by. Maybe every now and then Tommy thought of ranboo that way, but it was just curiosity, not a genuine intention or feeling..

Tommy could still hear ranboos labored breathing and started picturing the image in his head of what he was doing now. Tommy had a morbid curiosity, and needed to know for sure that he didn’t misconstrue what he saw for something it wasn’t, so he willed himself to get up once more, pushed the door slightly, and peered through. This time, there was no doubt. Ranboo had his legs more spread open now, and every now and then he would thrust his hips slowly and grind his dick against his hand. The pumping had gotten a tiny bit more speed, and ranboo struggled to keep himself from going faster or falling off the chair. Tommy could hear the gentle squeaking of the chair, the harsh and deep breaths emanating from ranboo, and slight squelching coming from the scene. Tommy looked away with his eyes still wide, only to feel the extreme tightening sensation in his lower half. His face reddened, and he unbuttoned his pants to let himself breathe. Toby isn’t home today, so it should be fine if Tommy took care of this little problem, No one could catch him in the act.

With this conclusion mixed with the idea that shock was what caused his boner, he had formed his very own life preserver (aka excuse) to be able to deal with this situation accordingly. The solution being to stroke his own dick to the sound and sight of ranboo thrusting into his own hand. Tommy’s breath got heavy and he tried to forget his morality for the time being, and ranboos sorry excuse for moans were too arousing for Tommy to ignore. The only thing Tommy could think of was how good it would feel to rub one out right now, in the hallway, outside ranboos room.

Inside the room, Ranboo’s patience was being tested, and he tried to handle it well; he even spread his legs out to try and last longer, but his dick was becoming even more sensitive by the second. By now the disembodied mouth and hands were working agonizingly slow, and he had enough of the obstruction causing his frustrations. That’s when Tommy peered into ranboos room again; throbbing cock in his hand, not moving; only to witness ranboo lower his boxers, and out springs his huge, twitching erection. Ranboos breath hitched when he was finally freed from his constraints. Tommy’s mouth opened slightly and he slumped back into his spot against the wall outside.

He immediately started stroking from base to tip, massaging the head and slit and lingering there. He mimicked what he saw ranboo doing previously; got onto his knees and started slowly thrusting into his own hand. This would usually be something that lube was a necessity for in order to get more pleasure, but the sheer amount of pre-cum he was leaking provided enough lubricant to get the job done. Tommy had never done or seen anything sexual in real life besides his own body, and this was way different than watching a video, this was reality. Tommy used one hand to stifle any sounds he might make, and to be able to hear ranboos precious noises. The wet noises both men were emitting while committing these acts were on different levels, ranboo had gotten brave, and more loud as he got faster, and Tommy had to make sure he was as quiet as possible, despite wanting to speed up. Tommy took his right hand and thumbed the slit at the head of his cock, using his left the cover his mouth and prevent detection.

Tommy was getting close to the edge from this new and exciting event, so he completely removed his hand from his erection, placed his palm flat on the floor, and watched as his stiffened dick sprung around wildly, twitching with anticipation. He felt a tear fall down his face at the neglect, his body needed this release, but if he came right now ranboo would probably hear him, as Tommy knew he could be kind of loud when he finishes, and there’s no telling how good it will feel when he releases. He leans his head back and tries to restrain himself from touching while at his high, and after it’s gone, begins to lightly brush the tips of his fingers up and down the member- not fully grabbing it, but just hovering over it lightly. Every movement is like an explosion, and his body is screaming at him to finish, but he removes his hand again. His penis is left in the cold air, brushing slightly on the zipper of his pants, and even that is almost enough to make him burst.

Ranboo is in his room, grunting and breathing heavily, as he fights the urge to cum everywhere. The veins in his dick are protruding, and he knows he close. He grunts loudly by accident, and Tommy hears this. Tommy starts thrusting in the air, and finally he loses it. Ranboo hears a small moan just as he gets close, which leaves his mind to fill the gaps of who he’s imaging sucking him, it’s Tommy. He imagines Tommy’s face, lips curled around his length, and can’t control it anymore. He starts pumping with his legs spread open, imagining spilling out inside his best friends mouth and down his throat, “t-tommy- ngh!” It was quiet but Tommy heard it, and with that Tommy formed a fountain all over the floor, he didn’t even touch his dick when he finished, and yet he was struggling to sit still as he came hard. He kept thrusting, and struggled to reach his hand to the head and aim it away from himself, as white ropes spurted onto the floor. He muffled his voice as he moaned. Ranboo released his semen and wave after wave fell into Tommy’s imaginary mouth. He went faster than he had ever pumped before, and it felt amazing. After he finished, he finally opened his eyes to see the mess he had made, and recalled distinctly hearing Tommy’s voice. Maybe that was his imagination? That doesn’t change how guilty ranboo felt that his mind had made Tommy out to be this horny guy ranboo could put his load in. Tommy would never ever do that to ranboo, and ranboo would never even want to force that on Tommy. So, he kept the thought of actually wanting to try it to himself.

Meanwhile Tommy was outside the hallway, hurriedly trying to find a way to clean up the white puddle he made on the floor