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Going over to Wyck’s house always impressed Vret. The blue dragonborn’s parents worked in real estate and were one of the wealthiest families in the town, and that was reflected in their home. It was practically a mansion compared to the small shack that Vret lived in, made of carved stone walls with stained glass windows and gold borders, which were constantly kept clean.
Vret pushed open the gate to the front garden. It was almost never locked—the community was too tight-knitted for there to be any danger, and the Mor’cacs knew that. Vret kept his arms close to his chest while eyeing the meticulously carved topiary along the path as if they might jump out and attack him. He recognized a lot of them as important historical figures—many of Wyck’s ancestors had gone and made a name for themselves over the centuries. Every now and then, Vret would see one of their names appear in the history books he read, and the brass dragonborn would gawk at their last name like an idiot.
The brass dragonborn approached the front door. He took the knocker and gently hit it against the massive wooden door three times. The loud bangs echoed through the long corridor that stood behind it. Almost instantly, an excited pair of footsteps scurried to the door. Vret stepped back as it seemed like the entire wall began to push open. Wyck’s head popped out from between the doors, his green eyes lighting up as he saw his friend.
“Dude!” Wycken pulled the brass dragonborn into a tight hug. Vret let out a squeak as he felt his back crack. “You made it!”
“OF… course…” Vret coughed out. He couldn’t help but smile seeing the massive grin on his friend’s face. “First time you invited me for a sleepover.”
“Well, first time I felt brave enough to disobey my parents!”
“Dude, you’re like, 22,” Vret laughed as he stepped inside. He made sure to scrape his feet on the shaggy rug before stepping onto the cold ceramic tile.
Wyck shrugged and closed the door behind him. “Well, when your parents are rich enough to sue your ass out of existence, you try standing up to them.”
“Touché.”
Normally, Vret only was invited to Wyck’s house for the massive parties hosted for the entire clan, so being able to hear his footsteps echo throughout the pristine chambers felt odd. He stared up at the artistic murals painted in the domes of the ceiling—ones that he’s studied hundreds of times when he was bored at the gatherings. Realistically, they were painted before being installed, but Vret always found it funny to imagine a dragonborn painting them while standing on really tall ladders or stilts.
Wycken opened another door to the living room. Without all the tables and chairs set up, the room felt massive. Light stretched from the tall windows onto the tiled floor as the dragonborns’ footsteps echoed through the room. Vret found himself walking along the paths between where the dining tables would’ve stood as he had done so many times before. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to live in what felt like a massive church.
“Where are your parents, again?” the brass dragonborn asked, looking around at all the intricate details of the materials.
“At my sister’s award ceremony in Vekelspag,” Wyck grumbled. Vret looked down at his feet awkwardly.
“So, what made you invite me this time? Why not throw a huge party like all the rebellious teens do?”
“For starters, I am much more respectable than a mere teen,” Wyck smiled, jokingly putting his hand up to his chest like a butler. “Second of all, you’re probably not gonna make a huge mess.”
“You’re one to talk,” Vret smirked. Wyck looked back at the brass dragonborn and raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I think you made a pretty big mess that one time I-”
“Oh, shut up.” Wyck gently punched Vret’s shoulder.
They walked through a large stone archway into the family room. At the center of the room sat a circular couch, facing a grand fireplace with a small coffee table between it. Above the mantle sat an old painting of Wycken, his sister, and their parents, made when Wyck was only a few years old. The blue dragonborn’s older sister stood proudly in ceremonial armor, both her parents’ hands on her shoulders. Wyck sat next to her, with large childish eyes staring back at Vret.
Vret took off his drawstring bag, setting it down on the couch as he turned to look at the rest of the house. Everything felt different despite being exactly the same. The walls that would bounce conversations around stood empty, like no one had ever been here at all. The bookshelves lining the walls, full of the sister’s trophies and boring history books not even Vret wanted to read, suddenly seemed like the most important thing in the room instead of a background asset. It was funny how having other people around really changed what Vret could notice about the place.
“You just gonna stare at the goods?” He looked over at Wyck, who was smirking at him from the other end of the room.
“Well, yes, it’s just all so interesting!” Vret made a show of looking at everything but Wyck.
“Aww, don’t worry.” Wyck started walking into the next room. “Maybe if I ask my parents, they’ll let you take one of the stone bricks home.”
Vret laughed. He loved that Wyck was always teasing and surprising him with his responses. Even after that night they had together, their relationship felt the same. Closer, even. They had never done it again, of course—Wyck never asked him too, and Vret didn’t want to push his luck—but Vret was just happy knowing how much his friend loved him, and he loved him back.
He followed the blue dragonborn into the kitchen. They had planned to have a picnic on the edge of the ravine together. Wyck had teased Vret for having access to all this space together for the whole weekend and choosing to go outside instead, but Vret knew he would need a break from touring Wyck’s massive house, and it would be easier to tell Wyck the big news in a space he felt comfortable in. He already felt like he didn’t belong here, and the uncomfortable empty space was starting to make his mind panic. He took a deep breath and reassured himself that it was okay, the thought that he would be spending this entire weekend with his best friend calming him down.
Vret kept it simple and made a bunch of sandwiches while Wyck decided to open a cookbook and try to make some “easy” wraps. The brass dragonborn finished his sandwiches quickly, but Wyck struggled to make his food. The blue dragonborn searched frantically for ingredients that were right in front of him because the recipe didn’t call them by their colloquial names. Smoke started to billow out of the pan on the stove as Wyck took too long trying to find the right things, and the wraps themselves ended up being done amateurishly. Despite Vret offering help, Wyck stubbornly denied it, insisting that he should do it himself since Vret didn’t ask him for help with the sandwiches. Vret found himself blushing as he stared at his hunky friend running around with sweat beading on his forehead.
Vret decided to take his time to fill out the rest of the picnic basket. Some juice and water—to have something to wash down the texture of the juice—plates, utensils, and sliced fruit for dessert. By the time he was done, Wyck was done as well, his burnt, messy wraps all packed up in a cloth bag. The dirty dishes on the stove and counter floated into the sink as they were washed by a magical force. It had always creeped Vret out how the Mor’cacs had invisible servants to do their chores at any hour of the day, but for once he was glad that they were here, or else Wyck would probably have to spend another few hours trying to clean up the mess he made.
It was already late into the evening when they started to walk to the ravine. The sun had begun to set, the sky slowly shifting to an array of saturated warm hues. The ravine wasn’t very far, a little under a mile from the Wyck’s home. As they walked past the sparsely spaced trees of the forest, they made it to the edge of the landmark. A waterfall ran peacefully down one of the corners of the mouth of the ravine. Fortunately, it hadn’t rained recently—it made the waterfall so intense that it drowned out any possibility of an intelligible conversation. Vret once visited the ravine after a storm out of curiosity, and with how dense the white waters were, he understood why there were rumors that the ravine housed dead bodies at the bottom.
But today, the stream at the bottom of the valley was barely a trickle. A nice background ambience for their picnic.
Vret set down the basket and took out the blanket, laying it on the ground carefully. Wyck jumped on top of it, immediately roughing up his work. The blue dragonborn fished into the basket and pulled out his wraps that he had worked so hard on. Vret sat down next to him, taking out his sandwiches, the dishes and cutlery, and the juice. He sat crosslegged as he ate while Wyck leaned back on his arm, gazing upon the untouched landscape.
They talked about lots of things. How their week was, random thoughts, the impending war on the horizon. Vret asked how the job search was going for Wyck, but the blue dragonborn hadn’t had much luck besides apprenticeships that didn’t interest him. Wyck asked if Vret had learned about anything interesting. The brass dragonborn smiled as he talked his mouth off about a gay soldier who fell in love with another knight during the revolution and the hurdles that they went through to be together.
“Damn,” Wyck said with his mouth full of his chicken salad wrap. “So how did they find out about this if they ran away into the countryside together, never to be seen again?”
“Well, historians recently found their letters to each other buried in a wooden box near where they settled down.” Vret took one of Wyck’s wraps. It was a little burnt and fell apart in his hand, but that’s what made it taste good. “And then a couple of weeks of excavation later, they found their skeletons there, too.”
“Aww, how sweet.” The blue dragonborn went to bite into another wrap, when suddenly he shouted loudly. “Oww!!”
“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Vret whipped his head around to look at his friend, who was frantically fanning his mouth. The dragonborn snorted. “You got the super spicy one, didn’t you?”
“Mmhm!!” Wycken’s hands were shaking as he struggled to pour a cup of water without spilling. After pouring water all over the blanket, he decided to just pour the pitcher straight into his mouth. “I-ihs not working!!”
“Well, duh ,” Vret laughed. “Water is a polar molecule. You need a non-polar substance like milk to wash it down more effectively.”
Wyck just whined, tears starting to roll down his face as he held his mouth open.
“What? I don’t have any milk, you big baby.” Vret handed Wyck a piece of the fruit that was inside of the basket—a slice of mango. “Here, this might help push it down better.”
The blue dragonborn stuffed it down his mouth, sighing as the most spice swallowed down with it. “Ohmygod you’re a lifesaver…”
“Classic Wyck,” Vret smiled. “Always needing me to help you with your self-made problems.”
Wyck coughed, chugging down more water. He kept drinking, laying down on the blanket in a fetal position. The blue dragonborn slowly inched towards Vret, laying his head down on his thigh. Vret swallowed nervously as he felt his heartbeat quicken.
Wyck let out a long sigh. “This feels nice.”
“...you… being on my leg?”
“I mean, yea, I guess so…” Wyck looked away. “But also just this whole day, man.” He looked up at the sky, and Vret followed his gaze. The sun was almost over the horizon, the light of day being washed away by the myriad of stars dappling the night sky. “I wish every day could be like this.”
“Aww…” Vret looked away. He supposed he couldn’t hide the truth forever. “I-I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“It can’t be like this forever. There’s something important I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
Wyck quickly sat up. “You’re pregnant???”
Vret paused, staring at the blue dragonborn. “...what????”
Wyck didn’t say anything, a completely deadpan expression on his face. Then he smirked, and started laughing. Then Vret started laughing too, realizing the absurdity of Wyck’s comment.
“Yea, and you’re the father!” Vret shouted. That only made Wyck bend over howling.
“Noooo! My life is over!! My parents will kill me!”
“You’re acting like you’re the one who’s pregnant!”
“I might as well be!”
They both laughed their asses off for a couple of minutes, before they were finally able to take in deep breaths of the cool night air. Wyck stared up at the moon, but Vret stared at his friend. If he really wanted to, he could just save it for another time. But it was important, and it felt like the right time to say it, outside where they were both alone.
“Wyck, I-”
“You’re engaged???” Vret shot a look at Wyck, who was smiling like a dork at him.
“Shush.” The brass dragonborn put a finger to his friend’s mouth. “Let me talk.”
“Okay, fine.” Wyck sighed, turning away from Vret like a defiant child.
“I… got accepted into Kensburg.” Vret looked at Wyck, who wasn’t looking at him. The blue dragonborn’s hand gripped the picnic blanket tightly. “I’m gonna move there this fall when my first semester starts.”
He waited for Wyck to respond, but his friend was oddly quiet. Wyck was staring at the ground with an intense gaze, his claws almost tearing holes into the fabric of the blanket. Vret knew that Wyck would be upset at him moving away, but he didn’t think that it would be this difficult for him. Just as he was about to say something, Wycken’s face lit up, and he jumped up and pulled the brass dragonborn into another bone-crushing hug between his bulging arms.
“Dude, I’m so proud of you!”
Vret could only gasp for air in response. “Th… thanks…!” he gasped. “Let… go… please?”
“Sorry, Dude.” Wyck let go of his friend. The brass dragonborn stumbled on the ground for a moment as he regained his balance. “I was just so happy for you that I didn’t know what to say.”
Vret furrowed his brows. “...Are you sure? You looked pretty upset.”
Wyck waved it away. “I mean, yea it’s a little upsetting, but I was just processing the fact that you’re going to the literal best school on the continent! It’s gonna be so exciting for you, Dude! You’ll finally have a place where your big brain can do some actual work, and you’ll get to make a bunch of new friends and do cool things there, and maybe finally even get some action-”
“Hey!” Vret jabbed his friend with his elbow. “I already have all the action I want here.”
“Get in line then.” Wyck raised his arms and flexed, his defined biceps pressing the seams of his sleeves.
Vret chuckled. “Well, I’m pretty nervous, actually. Everything’s going to be so new and different, a-and I won’t have you there to help me if it all falls through. No one’s going to understand me like you do.”
“That’s why you have to try. Or else you’ll never make more friends, or find love, or do the things you dream about.” Wyck put a hand on his shoulder. “Besides, I made a promise, and I don’t plan to break it. I’ll always be here for you, no matter how long it takes. I can visit you from time to time. I’ll write to you every day, even.”
Vret beamed and felt tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Except you can’t write to me every day because the mail doesn’t travel that quickly and-”
“Oh, shut up, it’s what people say in stories.” Wyck pulled Vret into another hug, this one a lot more gentle. The blue dragon’s arms were strong and secure, to the point where Vret wasn’t sure that he would ever let go. Vret hugged him back dearly. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see Wyck—they still had the whole weekend and the summer together, after all—but he knew that this was going to be a moment he’d remember for a long time.
Wyck let go after a couple of minutes. “Now, let’s go home and get some rest. I’m so excited for this weekend, man.”
They packed up the picnic and walked back to Wyck’s house. The cool night air filled Vret’s lungs as his heart welled up with excitement and apprehension. It was the kind of feeling where he finally felt like his life was going in the right direction, and all he had to do now was experience it.
Wyck left the picnic basket on the kitchen counter. The invisible servants began to clean the dishes and put them away while the two guys played board games, strolled through the extravagant gardens, and messed around with the magical artifacts Wyck’s parents kept. The really powerful ones were locked away, obviously, but that didn’t stop them from playing with the silly objects that turned them invisible or made the room smell like cheese. They eventually stopped when Vret had a meltdown over his clothes suddenly having the texture of aluminum foil.
Vret was tired, but Wyck insisted on going down to the gym in the basement to show his friend his new personal record. Of course, Wyck pushed Vret into doing some sets himself. The brass dragonborn wasn’t really used to it, but he was surprised by how much he could lift with little to no training. It made sense since dragonborn were naturally stronger than other races, but it still made him proud.
Though, the real reason Vret was so easily convinced to workout was so he could watch his friend pump some iron. Wyck grunted, his round pecs flexing as he thrusted the three-plated barbell into the air. Sweat glistened on his scales amongst the candlelight like small sapphires. The blue dragonborn preferred to workout shirtless with tight fitting shorts, much to Vret’s enjoyment. The brass dragonborn stood against with his legs inconspicuously crossed as he watched his friend easily lift the weights. His nose suddenly felt very dry, yet also runny, but when he went to wipe it, nothing seemed to come out.
“Aaaand… that’s how you do it.” Wyck let out a sigh of relief as he racked the bar. He dusted his hands off and looked at his friend with a smirk. “Impressive, right?”
Vret rolled his eyes with a grin. “Showoff.”
“Gotta keep training in order to be the best.” Wyck flexed, admiring his results. “Damn, check out this nice pump I have going on.”
Vret couldn’t do anything but stare as Wyck bounced his pecs back and forth. The brass dragonborn crossed his legs tighter and leaned against the wall.
“I, uh, it’s getting late, we should go to bed.”
“Oh, if you insist,” Wyck smirked. “If you wanted to sleep with me so badly, you could’ve just asked.”
“Um…” Vret froze, feeling his face turn red, but he stopped himself before he let his dick do the talking for him. “Dude, with the way you’re talking, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gay.”
“Oh, please, you just don’t understand gymbro culture,” Wyck said as he walked upstairs. “Half the guys I train with are straight as a pickle yet do the gayest shit ever. Like, one time I saw Avyst’r rubbing the pecs of some other gymbro he just met.”
Vret snorted. “...pickles aren’t straight. That’s, like, one of their defining features: their lack of straightness.”
He could see the gears turning in Wyck’s head as his friend realized his misunderstanding of pickles. “Oooh. I guess I was thinking about their hardness for some reason.”
There were a million jokes Vret could’ve made about that comment, but with his dick threatening to cum in his pants right that second, he begrudgingly held off from any more teasing.
They separately went into one of the eight bathrooms in the house to take a shower. Even the shower made Vret feel intimidated. It had enough space to fit five people, and it even had a stone bench built into the wall. The shower head on the ceiling mimicked a pleasant rainfall in the spring, and the soap in the guest shower had those little rocks that scrubbed the dirt from in between his scales. As the soap washed down the drain, Vret felt like he had just molted like a lizard with how soft everything felt.
He did one last wipe down for any soap bubbles he missed on his body. As he reached his legs, he noticed the clefts of his slit slightly split apart. It was likely because of all the lewd remarks he and Wyck made throughout the day. Part of him felt like Wyck was teasing him more intensely, but that could just be his imagination. He had been busy lately, so he hadn’t had the chance to jerk off in a while. It felt wrong to jerk off in someone else’s house, but this was Wyck’s house, so it was okay, right? No one would even know. And if someone did find it, it would probably be one of the invisible servants sent to unclog the drain.
Maybe Wyck was even jerking off right now too…
That thought pushed Vret over the edge. He laid down on the bench as he stroked himself, moaning loudly, knowing that Wyck wouldn’t hear him from the opposite end of the house. He came quickly, large spurts of cum coating his wet scales before flowing down the drain.
The brass dragonborn dried himself off and applied his scale polish like he did every night before getting into bed and continuing where he left off in his book. His thumb tapped on the edge of the page as his eyes scanned the pages describing the intricate war strategies that allowed the fugitives to end the B’alam Empire and establish a new era of peace for the world. At least, for the last couple of centuries. There were rumors of a war brewing on the horizon. Who knows what the state of the world would be in the next couple of years.
As Vret neared the end of the page, he heard a quick knock on the door.
“U-uh, Wyck?” He asked meekly.
“Don’t worry, it’s me.”
Vret let out a breath of relief. “Is everything alright?”
“Yea, uh…” Wyck hesitated for a moment. “Could I… sleep with you tonight? I had a bad nightmare.”
“Oh, of course. Let me get changed first.” Vret threw his book on the nightstand and tossed on a pair of shorts and an undershirt. It must have been one hell of a nightmare for Wyck to be so rattled as to ask him that. Vret normally would decline; he really wanted his alone time to decompress. But this was Wyck, his rock. He knew how intense dreams could be, and Vret would do anything for Wyck, regardless if he had a crush on his friend or not. He would want Wyck to support him in the same way.
“Alright, you can come in.”
The blue dragonborn walked in meekly, like a child entering their parents’ bedroom in the middle of the night. His dark blue scales were glowing after the late-night shower, and all he had on was a pair of black boxers.
Vret sat down on the bed. “Everything okay?”
“Yea, it’s just… fuck, man.” Wyck flopped down on the bed and laid his head down on Vret’s lap. He sighed, staring up at the ceiling. “Sorry, this is weird, isn’t it? A grown man coming into his best friend’s room in the middle of the night because of a ‘scawy nightmawe.’” He laughed nervously.
“I mean, a little bit, but that’s okay.” Vret caressed the top of Wyck’s head. Honestly, he was glad that he decided to jerk off after all. “You wanna tell me about your dream?”
The blue dragonborn breathed heavily out of his nose. “Well, it started with my sister yelling at me about something. Then my parents came in and started yelling at me too. I was like, six years old in the dream, so I was crying and freaking out. I knew I didn’t do anything, but they kept shouting at me. And then my parents shoved me into this closet with a bunch of monsters. I was crying a lot and kept hearing my friend’s voices on the other side. Somehow I knew that they heard me but they just kept ignoring me and walking away and…”
Wyck took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. “Sorry, man. I just… don’t really want to be alone right now.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here for you.” Vret mindlessly rubbed Wyck’s shoulder. “That sounded really intense. I’d be scared too.”
“Thanks, man.” Wyck sat up, getting under the covers.
“Besides, that’s never going to happen. You don’t have to be afraid about your friends leaving you. There’s lots to like about you, after all. You’re really nice, you’re strong, and you’re good at sports. And even if everyone else is gone, I’ll always be by your side. Even when I’m away at college. I promise that.”
A warm smile spread across Wyck’s face. Vret stretched as he laid down some more. He thought about what else he could say. “And hey, if the monster was female, you’d probably seduce it easily.”
Wyck sighed. The sound was an instant punch to the gut to the brass dragonborn. “Sorry, man. I’m not in the mood for that.”
“Sorry,” Vret replied quickly.
Wyck turned to him with a soft smile. “It’s okay. I know you were just trying to lighten the mood, and I appreciate that.” Vret felt the back of Wyck’s hand touch his own, and the brass dragonborn immediately felt like things were okay again. “The other stuff you said made me feel better, though.”
“Anytime.”
“Mind if I snuff out the lights now?”
“Nah. It’s getting late anyway.”
Wyck reached over and pinched the candle light. The room was suddenly engulfed in darkness with only the dim moonlight to witness the two dragonborn. Vret rolled over on his side, trying to keep his tail close to his body so as to not bother his friend. He held his breath when he felt Wycken wrap his arms around him from behind.
“I don’t want you to leave,” Wyck whispered into his ear.
“...I don’t want to leave either,” Vret whispered back.
The blue dragon’s embrace was warm and comforting, like a campfire in the middle of a winter storm. The blue dragonborn didn’t say anything; the only sound in the room was his deep breaths. Vret could feel Wyck’s heartbeat against his back. It was strong and steady, but it was still a heart—just as vulnerable as anyone else’s and one that could stop at any moment.
Vret knew that Wyck relied on him a lot, despite his outward facade. Besides the fact that the brass dragonborn made up for Wyck’s lack of common sense, Vret had picked up over time that he knew a lot more about the blue dragon’s life compared to his other friends. Wyck hung out with Vret alone more often than his other friends, and while that might be because Vret didn’t do well in large groups, it was still a nod to how close they were. As much as Vret needed Wyck, Wyck also needed Vret.
Just when Vret thought Wyck had fallen asleep, the blue dragonborn whispered something else: “I love you, Vret.”
Vret wrapped his hand around Wyck’s. “I love you too.”
Vret tried to stay up as long as he could that night so he could feel the blue dragonborn’s arms around him for longer, but as soon as Wyck nuzzled his head into Vret’s neck, he was out like a light. The next morning, Vret woke up feeling well-rested. The early morning sun shined through the window onto the side of the bed he was on. Wycken was still fast asleep, laying on his side. His side of the blanket was kicked to the edge of the bed, and several pillows were strewn all over the floor. He must be the type of person to thrash a lot in his sleep, Vret thought.
The brass dragonborn stood up to close the curtains, just enough to brighten the room but not so it would wake up his friend. Vret liked being woken up by the morning sun—it felt more “natural” somehow—but he wanted Wyck to have as good a sleep as possible after the nightmare he had last night.
Wyck rolled over onto his back, and Vret’s eyes widened. A large tent was pitched in his friend’s underpants. The tip of it had a large dark spot, and from the way Wyck’s dick was twitching, it was only going to get wetter. The brass dragonborn felt his face redden. He felt like he shouldn’t be seeing this, but it was natural for boys, wasn’t it? Not like Wyck was attracted to him—he was probably just having a really good dream.
But maybe Wyck was dreaming about him…
Vret sank back under the covers before he ruined his pants like Wyck did. He didn’t want to leave his friend and have him wake up alone. That would be rude, especially after Wyck had just said he didn’t want to be alone. Or maybe Vret was just convincing himself to stay because he wanted to watch some more.
Wyck would never know if he was looking, right?
Vret tilted his head towards the blue dragonborn’s morning wood. It bobbed in the air as Wyck shifted in his sleep. The bulky dragonborn snorted in his sleep, putting his arm under his pillow and turning towards Vret. The brass dragonborn really thought that Wyck undersold his body. If Vret had the muscles that he had, then he’d skip college and just become a model. Or a stripper. Or a sex worker.
“You just gonna stare?”
Vret let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak and ducked his head under the covers. He slid back up only to be greeted by his friend’s green eyes staring at him.
Wyck chuckled. “Cute. If you put yourself out there, I’m sure you’d find a boyfriend in no time.”
“...How long were you awake for?” Vret asked with his snout under the comforter.
“I dunno. Couple minutes? I woke up and saw you staring at my dick and thought it was really funny.”
“Sorry…” Vret mumbled.
“No, no, it’s fine.” Wyck yawned, stretching his arms in the air and giving Vret a view of his muscular torso. The blue dragonborn gazed at Vret, who was gawking at him, and then looked down at his stubborn morning wood. Wyck sat up, leaning his arms against the headrest.
“Alright, get to work, Dude.”
“What?!”
“What?” Wyck asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m horny as fuck right now, and it would feel weird to jerk off with you in the house when you would probably willingly impale yourself on my dick if I let you.”
“...would you?” Vret whispered.
Wyck smirked. “Wanna find out?”
Vret moved towards the end of the bed, his head dangerously close to Wyck’s shaft with only the thin fabric of his underpants separating the two. His face burned bright red and he felt his heartbeat quicken. He couldn’t believe that Wyck was letting him do this—again.
“...Are you sure you’re not gay?”
“A wise, old man once said, ‘A hole’s a hole.’”
Vret stared at him sternly. “I think that means you’re bisexual, Dude.”
“No it doesn’t!” Wyck exclaimed, pretending to be offended. “Well, seeing how you liked my fleshlight so much, I guess that makes you bisexual!”
“What?! That was different!”
“Nuhuh.”
“Yuhuh.”
Wyck scoffed dramatically. “Maybe you’re just stalling so you don’t have to suck my dick.”
“Well, maybe I’m gonna do it right now!” Vret grabbed the rim of Wyck’s pants.
“Then do it, coward!”
“Fine!”
He pulled down the blue dragonborn’s pants. Wyck’s throbbing morning wood looked beautiful in the sunlight. Vret’s mouth moved faster than his brain. He lurched forward, and his tongue slathered all over his friend’s warm shaft. Vret sighed internally as that familiar, masculine flavor filled his mouth once again. He gripped Wyck’s hunky thighs as he sunk his mouth on the shaft. The tip poked the back of his throat while the brass dragonborn’s tongue lapped at the base. He had read that testosterone was the highest in the morning, and that seemed to check out with how hard Wyck was.
“Fuck, man, did you practice or am I just that horny?” Wyck groaned at the tight suction over his cock. He thrusted his hips a bit into his friend’s mouth, which became wetter as it was flooded with Wyck’s superfluous precum. Vret swallowed, slurping down the excess fluid in his mouth. He made sure to alternate his focus between the head and the rest of the shaft.
“F-fuck, you remembered what I said, didn’t you?” Wyck moaned at the constant edging.
“I’m not one to avoid criticism.”
The room started to reek of sweat and musk. Vret’s hand moved upward, and he rubbed his finger on the inside of Wyck’s slit, forcing the blue dragonborn to take a sharp breath. Vret smiled—he forgot how amazing that sound was. He took his mouth off of Wyck’s shaft, tonguing around the length and the base of it as he stared into his friend’s eyes suggestively. Wyck stared back at him, but he couldn’t maintain eye contact for long while Vret lovingly explored every inch of his dick. He moaned, his large pectorals rising and falling with his breaths.
Vret blushed as he stared at the heaving muscles above him. In his distraction, the brass dragonborn’s finger mindlessly worked its way down his friend’s body. Vret’s done this many times when he masturbated, so it was only second nature to his hand to push inside of Wyck’s tight hole.
“Oh my god!” Wyck shouted. He covered his mouth. “Stop stop stopstopstop!”
Vret jumped back. “What! What’s wrong?”
“What was that??”
“What was what??”
Wyck was very flushed. “I felt something down… there,” his voice lowered to a whisper.
“Oh, um, I thought it would be nice to put my finger in your ass.” Vret glanced away. “Sorry…”
“No, no, it’s okay, it was just… surprising.” Wyck pulled his legs to his body and his tail curled around him. “...why did it feel a bit good?”
Vret stared at him. “Is this one of your ‘Let-me-tease-Vret-with-my-naïveté’ jokes?”
“No, dude, I’m serious!”
The brass dragonborn stared at his friend, looking for any ounce of sarcasm. When he didn’t find any, Vret couldn’t help but laugh.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“Self-proclaimed ‘Pussy Destroyer’ doesn’t even know what a prostate is,” Vret snickered. The blue scales on Wyck’s face darkened from embarrassment.
“Well, I’m not the one who’s the expert on butt stuff!” It was a weak retort, but it was the only one he could think of at the moment. Vret kept laughing, and as annoyed as Wyck was at his friend, he couldn’t help but beam inside seeing him so happy.
“Okay, but seriously, tell me what it is.”
“Okay, okay, just give me a moment.” Vret wiped a tear from his eye. “The prostate is the organ inside your body that produces the seminal fluid of semen.”
“I thought semen was stored in the balls.”
“...no, that’s sperm. Dude, we had the same sex ed, how do you not know about this?” Vret laughed.
“I’m sorry that I’m not Mr. Photographic Memory.”
“Well, it’s important for you to know what your body does so you know if something’s wrong.” Vret licked his lips, cleaning the mess of saliva and precum. “Anyway, the prostate is kind of like the male version of the clitoris in that stimulating it gives you a lot of sexual pleasure. It’s what makes gay sex feel really good, and it’s pretty easy to find as I just did.”
Wyck suddenly looked nervous. “Does that mean I’m a bottom?”
Vret smirked. “Do you want to be?”
“No!”
“Okay, then you’re not. It’s not something to be embarrassed about. All guys have a prostate, and if you stimulate it enough, you can have a really intense orgasm.”
“Really?” He saw a sparkle appear in Wyck’s eyes. “Have you had one?”
“I-um…” Vret felt his face turn red. “Y-yea… but it’s hard though and requires a lot of concentration and constant stimulation.”
“Can you give me one??”
“I just said it requires a lot of concentration,” Vret grinned.
“Oh, I can be concentrated alright. Anything for the legendary prostate orgasm,” Wyck said like it was an ancient artifact.
“Okay, okay, alright,” the brass dragonborn chuckled. He knew that once Wyck had his mind set on something, there was no talking him out of it. It was better to help him now rather than needing to get medical help because Wyck got a cucumber stuck up his ass. “Go into the bathroom and clean your hole well while I get ready.”
“Wait, what do you have to do?”
“Well, it’s gonna take a long time and it’s probably gonna be really messy so I’m just gonna prepare.”
“Oh, alright.” Wyck hopped out of the bed and walked into the guest room bathroom, but after a couple of seconds, he walked back out. “On second thought, I’m gonna go to my bathroom because I have a moveable shower head there.”
“Ooh, I forgot about that, good call.”
“Wow, what an amazing teacher you are,” Wyck said sarcastically. “Giving me an impossible task because you forgot.”
“Let’s see how proud you are once you’re shaking from my fingers!” Vret shouted as Wyck ran down the hall.
As soon as the blue dragonborn was out of earshot, Vret grinned like an idiot and shook his hands excitedly. He couldn’t believe Wyck was actually letting him do this. Though, he also couldn’t believe his friend didn’t know about the prostate either. And also how he let Vret suck his cock that one time. Part of him worried that Wyck was just pitying him, or using him just for a quick fuck, but it’s not like Wyck and Vret have done anything in the past couple of years. If he was truly secretly closeted or abusing him, then he’d be fucking him every day, right? It must just be Wycken’s blind curiosity and lack of care for social norms that made him think it wasn’t weird at all to ask his gay best friend to finger him. Wyck could be very oblivious at times, like when the blue dragonborn broke his arm jumping out of a tree as a child because he thought the flowers would cushion his fall like in fairytales.
The memory made Vret smile as he cleaned up the bed. He piled the sheets and the pillows on the floor and replaced them with towels from the bathroom. He made sure to file down his claws real nice and also opened up the blinds to let more light in.
Wyck returned with hurried footsteps. “Wow, reminds me of when I’m at the medic’s office.”
“Might feel like that too. Now get on the bed.”
“On my back or on my stomach?”
“Probably on your back. You might get tired being on all fours.”
Wyck nervously laid down on the bed, his body pressing down into the towels. The vibrant blue scales on his body shimmered in the daylight. Vret couldn’t help but admire his friend’s statuesque build, the way his scales ran over his muscles on his torso like grass on rolling hills. Vret’s always loved that dragonborns had slits because it made their bodies so smooth and perfect, unlike the mammalian races. No unsightly sacks of wrinkly skin, just pure draconic heritage that exuded masculinity.
“Dude,” Wyck said loudly, snapping Vret out of his trance. “Are you going to do this every time I’m naked in front of you?”
“Just a little longer,” Vret pleaded as he crawled closer. “This is just part of the process, trust me.”
“Uhuh, sure,” Wyck said jokingly.
Vret looked up at the blue dragonborn with his most innocent eyes. “Please?”
The blue dragonborn sighed. “Okay, fine, but make it quick.”
Vret laid his head on the blue dragonborn’s chest. His hand rubbed the strong laterals on Wyck’s side, feeling the tense muscle underneath his friend’s scales. Vret’s tongue snaked out of his mouth, and he found himself licking the contours of Wyck’s muscles—between his round pecs and semi-visible abs. Sweat started to perspire on the blue dragonborn’s body from his friend laying on top of him. The light masculine musk carried itself over into Vret’s mouth as he licked Wyck’s arms. His snout nuzzled itself into the blue dragon’s armpit. Vret took a deep breath, sighing as Wyck’s strong, sweaty scent filled his nose.
“Damn,” Wyck said as he awkwardly stared at the dragonborn completely high off his musk. “I guess that’s one way to cheer you up. Next time you’re upset I’ll just workout and tell you to sniff my pits.”
Vret’s head lifted up like a dog hearing its owner open the door. “Really??”
Wyck chuckled nervously. “I shouldn’t have said that, shouldn’t I?”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Vret said with a devilish grin on his face.
He kissed Wyck’s smooth blue scales down his body, feeling the location of each abdominal with his tongue. Vret gave a little lick to Wyck’s slit—he couldn’t resist it—and took a deep sniff. His nose was filled with his friend’s potent musk, and he let out a sigh as he moved further downward.
Vret looked up at his friend. “I’m gonna rim you, if that’s okay. To lube you up.”
“I have actual lube, if you want.”
“It’s up to you,” Vret reassured. “I’m gonna put my fingers in you either way. But rimming might feel better.”
His friend hesitated for a moment. He lifted his legs up while his claws gripped the bed sheets nervously. “...just go slowly.”
Vret nodded. He kneeled in front of his friend’s ass. Wyck must do a lot of squats with how rounded each of his gluts were—they were almost the same size as Vret’s head. The brass dragonborn spread apart Wyck’s cheeks. The pink hole between them was very tight, tensing and loosening nervously. There was some fear in the brass dragonborn’s mind— that Wyck didn’t clean well enough, that Vret wouldn’t enjoy it, that Wyck wouldn’t enjoy it—but he had to just go for it.
Suddenly, his mouth was on his friend’s most private part. His tongue pressed gently against the muscular dragon’s hole. Wyck gasped. Vret opened his jaws more, making wide circular motions with his tongue. The hole contracted rhythmically, and, although tight, Vret’s tongue was able to press into his friend’s insides. The hulking dragonborn above him moaned softly, and Vret felt his own cock throb inside his slit from the noise. He kept tonguing deeper, forcing out more submissive noises from his friend. Wyck’s thick thighs shook when Vret pushed deeper, which only encouraged Vret to try and rim his friend as deep as he could.
Soon, the brass dragonborn was thrusting his tongue in and out of Wyck’s anus. The blue dragonborn groaned as he felt the thick warm tongue penetrate his insides. His hole constricted involuntarily around Vret’s invading tongue, but that only made him moan more.
Vret pulled away, breathing heavily. “H-how was that?”
Wyck’s cock had hardened out of his slit, though it was still soft enough to flop onto his stomach, leaking pre all over his abs. The blue dragonborn’s face was flushed, clearly due to pleasure and embarrassment that he even enjoyed it that much.
“F-fuck man,” was all Wyck could say.
“Dude, I don’t think I even found your prostate yet. I think I found where all the missing nerves in your brain went.”
“Just get on with it!”
“If you insist.” Vret smiled. It was funny to see Wyck so embarrassed, yet demanding.
The brass dragonborn momentarily practiced making a hook with his middle and index fingers before gently sliding his pointer into Wyck’s slick hole. The blue dragonborn grimaced, his face turning beet red. Vret felt around his friend’s insides: it was mostly warm and squishy, just like his own when he tried to find his prostate for the first time. But eventually, his finger found the soft, rubbery organ within all his friend’s muscles, and Vret gently hooked his finger upward. He saw the large pink member in front of him throb as Wyck let out a pained breath. Vret took that as a sign to keep going. He made circular motions with his finger, causing Wyck’s cock to stir more and more. A drop of precum formed at the tip, growing larger and larger before dripping down like a drop of dew.
Vret grinned maliciously and he began to rapidly press on his friend’s prostate like a button. Wyck’s heaving breathing turned to several light moans. His cock bounced up and down, precum landing all over his body and the towels beneath it.
“C-c-can you st-stop doing th-that?” Wyck’s voice undulated in between his grunts.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Vret laughed. “I’m gonna put a second finger in now.”
“A-Alright…”
He slipped a second finger into Wyck’s hole, which tightened around both his fingers. The blue dragonborn grimaced feeling the thickness inside of him double. Vret continued pressuring his friend’s sensitive prostate, forcing out all sorts of squeamish noises from the hunky dragonborn. Vret had to admit, Wyck would make for an adorable bottom with how sensitive and how vocal he was. It sparked some new fantasies inside the brass dragonborn, but he tucked those away for later.
Vret found a constant rhythm—not as fast as he was going before, but consistent enough that it made the pressure inside his friend slowly start to rise. Wyck’s mouth hung open as he moaned, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He thrusted instinctively, his body fruitlessly trying to find any friction to rub his cock against.
“D-Dude… Dude stop…” Wycken breathed out heavily in between his moans. “I-I think I’m gonna pee…”
“No, that’s just a part of the process. You’re almost there.” Vret curled his fingers harder. His other hand pressed down on Wyck’s crotch to force his body against the bed. It was getting hard to keep his fingers inside with how hard Wyck’s body was resisting it, but it was all worth the effort to watch his friend squirm under his fingers.
Suddenly, Wyck groaned, and his back arched, letting out a high-pitch squeal. Vret suddenly felt his friend’s hole constrict around his fingers tightly. The pressure felt so weird—his fingers always got pushed out of his own ass when he orgasmed—but he kept his digits pressed against Wyck’s prostate, even as the blue dragonborn thrusted helplessly in the air. The thick cock began to jerk heavily, cum oozing out of the tip and trickling down the front of his shaft. The room began to smell of sweat and cum as the muscular dragonborn humped the air.
Vret managed to stick a third finger past the tight hole just as Wyck’s orgasm was dying down. The extra digit only sent his friend right into another climax immediately after the first one. The blue dragonborn’s abs flexed repeatedly, his pecs tensing as his body tried to find an outlet for the immense amount of pleasure. Cum pulsed gently out of Wyck’s cock, pooling inside his slit and dripping down to Vret’s fingers. The brass dragonborn felt his mouth water at the sight and smell of his friend’s thick cream.
Vret kept hooking his fingers into that sensitive bundle of nerves, sending the blue dragonborn into mind-shattering orgasms one after the other. Wyck flexed his arms as he shouted out in pleasure. His legs shuddered every time his cock throbbed, and his muscles bulged when he arched his back like a whore. His movements became slower and slower, but Vret could tell that each climax was bringing the muscular dragonborn the same level of pleasure from the hoarse moans coming out of his friend’s mouth.
Wyck was left panting on the bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. His cock jerked in the air, with little liquid coming out.
“Did’ya like that?” Vret whispered in his most seductive tone. Wyck could only mumble unintelligibly in response. Vret smiled. “That’s not even the best part of it all.”
Vret slowly closed his maw on Wyck’s sensitive cock, his three fingers still pressed up against his friend’s abused prostate. The muscular dragonborn inhaled sharply, but said nothing else. Vret wrapped his tongue around the throbbing member, lapping up the dense amount of dry semen covering it. He barely made it all the way down before Wyck cried out, the slight stimulation on his cock causing him to seize up in a traditional orgasm. Vret almost choked as Wyck’s potent sperm burst into his mouth, quickly filling the brass dragonborn’s throat with warm, salty fluids. It was so much more than the first time Wyck shot into his mouth. Even though Vret had a little experience now, the excessive amount of cum still gushed out of his mouth, coating Wyck and soaking the towel with his release.
Vret swallowed as much of his friend’s cum as he could. His tongue scoured the crevices of his mouth for more traces of that wonderful taste. “So… how was that?”
Wyck could only breathe heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. His hands had clawed deeply into the towels and still wouldn’t let go. “F-fuck, man…” he wheezed out.
The brass dragonborn crawled onto the bed, leaning his head on his hand next to his friend. “What, did my fingers make you cum so hard that it turned you gay?”
“I don’t know… maybe…” Wyck turned to the side to see Vret staring at him with wide eyes. “That was a joke, by the way.”
Vret rolled his eyes. “Suuure.”
“Just give me a moment to process what the fuck happened,” Wyck laughed.
They laid there for a couple minutes in silence. Vret’s tongue licked around his lips, cleaning up the residue of Wyck’s fluids on his mouth. The morning sun shined brighter through the windows as it neared noon. The hot and sweaty air slowly drifted away, leaving the two dragonborn to bask in the dry warmth of the afterglow.
“Damn,” Wyck said after a long time. “I should get a girl to do that to me.”
“Oh, come on!” Vret exclaimed sarcastically. Wyck sneered with a mischievous grin. “How good do I have to be to get you to swing the other way?!”
“Sorry man, it’s what my dick tells me.”
“Well, it seemed to me that your dick really liked my fingers up your ass.”
“Yea, well, I’m sure that means your dick would prefer your dildo over my cock.”
Vret rolled over to face the blue dragonborn. “Wanna find out?”
Wyck turned his head to look at his friend. A smile crawled on his face as he saw the brass dragonborn’s light-hearted expression. The blue dragonborn quickly flicked Vret’s snout.
“Keep dreaming, Dude.”
“That was the last time we ever did anything sexual together.”
Vret stared at the vast ocean. The moon was full tonight, but despite its brightness, it couldn’t penetrate into the dark depths of the sea. The tide washed in and out, bringing in nothing but the sound of roaring waves. It would’ve been a nice night to enjoy with Wyck, but instead, Vret just felt empty and alone.
Next to him sat a copper-scaled dragonborn, who took in another breath from his pipe before puffing out smoke from his maw. “Thought you’d keep in touch.”
Vret groaned. “Well, with the goddamn war starting the moment I got to college, it was kinda hard for mail to travel over no man’s land.
“Right…” Korvidav took another breath from his pipe. “How ‘bout I suck you off?”
“What? No.”
The copper dragonborn shrugged. “Just thought it might make you feel better, geez.”
Vret sighed and crossed his arms over his legs. It had been like this with his last three boyfriends. First one, Vret had been dumped when he made a “your mom” joke without knowing the full extent of his partner’s trauma. Second one, he just didn’t “click” with him. The black dragonborn always said “things will get better” when Vret vented to him, which only frustrated the brass dragonborn to no end. And this one… honestly acted a bit like a creep with how all he seemed to want was sex out of him.
Vret was never surprised by people; they always acted how he thought they would. They didn’t ask him to go to events or show much interest in the brass dragonborn’s hobbies or say the right things when he was down. It was like they didn’t care about him. Not like Wyck did.
“You’re still hung up about him, huh?” Krovidav’s deep raspy voice, which Vret somehow found sexy when he first met him, now grated to his ears. “I’m sure he’s moved on by now. You should too.”
Vret groaned. “I can’t just ‘move on.’”
“Well, what do you want me to say?” The copper dragonborn’s words and tone reminded Vret of his father. “That you should leave me and run back to your ex?”
“Dude, he’s not my ex.”
“I don’t know. You talk about him so highly and me so poorly that it’s hard to tell.”
“Me wanting you to be more proactive in our relationship is not me trying to put you down.”
“Whatever, man. Maybe you should just appreciate what you got.” Krov went back to huffing his pipe, and Vret grumbled.
“I’m gonna head to bed,” Vret said sternly as he stood up.
“Suit yourself, man. Hope you feel better tomorrow.”
The brass dragonborn stomped away from his partner. He had other friends, sure, but he had never felt as close to them as he did with Wyck. It was hard opening up to people, and when he did, somehow it made Vret feel more alone. People just didn’t understand him, and Vret never felt like they tried for him. They were kind, sure, but it never felt like they made the effort to get close and understand with him. No matter how clearly Vret explained things and no matter how good of a friend they were, nothing they said really connected with him. And it’s not like they did anything to help Vret feel better besides talking to him. At least when Wyck didn’t know what to say, he held him close to let him know that he still cared or would offer to do something else as a distraction. But even when Vret asked his friends to do that for him, and they agreed, they still wouldn’t do it the next time Vret opened up to them. It was like a switch inside of them was flicked on that made them resistant to the simple things Vret wanted them to do—the things he needed to feel loved.
He wondered what Wyck was doing right now. Maybe Krovidav was right. Maybe the blue dragonborn had forgotten about him. Moved on. Made new friends and had a loving wife and kids. Vret held himself, imagining his friend being so happy in a new life without him.
But then he remembered Wyck’s promise to him from all those years ago. How he said he would always be there for him. That he loved him. No matter what Vret believed, he couldn’t hear anything but honesty in what Wyck had said. It wasn’t because of the sex they had, or the words he had used, it was because of the way Wyck treated him. He listened, he cared, and he believed that Vret had good intentions, even if the brass dragonborn made mistakes sometimes. Wyck loved him, and he would always be there for Vret, no matter how far apart they were and no matter how long it had been. He wouldn’t just move on, not without saying goodbye at least. Because Vret would do the same for him.
Maybe Wyck was still trying to contact him.
Maybe he didn’t realize that mail couldn’t cross the border because of the war going on.
Maybe he thought that Vret had been ignoring him for all these years.
Vret had to get in touch with him again. And with the war still going on with no signs of stopping, that meant there was only one thing for the brass dragonborn could do.
He was going to go find Wyck.