i was gonna wait until all the videos were out so i could post a whole gifset but im impatient so here’s a single gif of eugene (mr. i hate hugs) initiating a hug
A/N: this is the champagne bottle i break in order to set this blog to sail. I wrote this for my friends & I will make a part 2 soon but that’s later after i finish a few other things. i had no beta. don’t @ me about this
Eugene didn’t think it would get this far. He thought that one time three years ago was all they’d need. All he’d need. But when he was on his knees in that bathroom, Ned looking down at him with his hands glued to the wall at his sides, he hadn’t known what he was signing up for.
“Okay?” he managed to ask, because he was the one with the least to lose. They didn’t mean to end up alone in the bathroom farthest down the hall with a lock on the door, or maybe they had. The tension between them was becoming unbearable, unignorable.
Ned hadn’t pulled away when Eugene had stopped him on his way out, didn’t fight when he’d backed him against the wall by the door, eyes fixed on his. And Ned hadn’t pulled back like Eugene might have expected when he pressed their bodies together, hand on his jaw, angling him upward so their lips meet. He had let his hands wander from his waist to his ass, thinking that this could have been his only chance, grinding into him and Ned had moaned. But this was different, sliding down to his knees, hands hovering over Ned’s thighs, looking for permission.
“Okay?”
“U-um,” Ned wavered, swallowing hard. “Fuck.”
Eugene needed more than that. An agreement. A clear consent. He slid his hands up Ned’s thighs, feeling him tremble. “Ned.”
“Y-yes, yes, y-yeah, yes,” Ned stuttered out, shifting uncomfortably under the attention.
Eugene didn’t hesitate then, pulling Ned’s jeans open. He was half way to hard already and Eugene mouthed at the bulge through the thin fabric of his underwear. Ned had already seemed to accept his position, hands finding their way into Eugene’s hair, groaning helplessly.
Eugene sometimes thinks that may have been one of the best blowjobs he’s ever given. It had certainly felt like it, the way Ned fell apart for him. Mouth working him up and giving him just as much as he could handle, hips bucking under his hands, until the hands in his hair shook. Ned had choking out strained whimpers that wanted to be moans until he came with a soft cry. It had, after all, been for him to come in his own hand, still on his knees and panting against Ned’s thigh.
The intense mix of delayed gratification, relieved tension, and Ned for himself for just a moment was enough. It should have been enough.
Eugene could be friends. He was very good at staying unattached. He knew what it took and he’d told Ned so afterward.
Ned had started up as soon as he caught his breath because of course he had. “We can’t do this, this can’t happen again…” and Eugene assured him he understood, he really did.
He’d watched Ned, still shaky zipping his pants back up, pulling himself together. He was still flushed down to his neck, but in some way more at ease with Eugene’s presence. He had thought about how Ned’s ass had fit into his hands, savoring it.
He was satisfied. It was a weight off the both of them and he felt confident in that when they left that bathroom together. He got nothing but short, unengaging conversation out of him for the rest of the day but it was better. He could feel it between the both of them.
That should have been the end of it. But “the end” only lasted about a week.
