Jackson dove for the ball, his fingers just barely scraping it before he tumbled to the ground.
*RRRERRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP*
A breeze swept through his nether regions and he froze. Had he just ripped his pants? A quick glance confirmed it, his maneuver had torn the plaid shorts right down the side.
“Oh shit!” Hyrum said from across the field. “You okay man?”
“yeah!” Jackson shouted back quickly, waving him back as he came to help. “I’m good.” He pinched the sides of his shirt to hold the tear together, then picked up the ball and tossed it back towards Hyrum.
Hyrum caught it in one hand, slinging their computer bags over his shoulder with the other. Fuck, they had computer science in ten minutes. They barely had time to get across campus, let alone time for Jackson to do anything about his dignity. Hyrum handed his friend his bag, and Jackson slung it over his shoulder so that the bag hung directly over the rip, obscuring it.
As they walked to class, Hyrum tried to chat with Jackson, but he was too distracted pinching the fabric of his shorts together so they wouldn’t fall down. As they found their seats, Jackson had a choice to make. Either sit to Hyrum’s left and expose his white briefs to a stranger, or sit on his right and expose himself to Hyrum.
Jackson sat down on the right. They put their book bags down as the professor began to speak, and Jackson removed his hand from his side so he could type on his computer—praying that Hyrum wouldn’t see.
Hyrum giggled beside him.
“Shut up” Jackson said, too embarrassed to look at his friend. He felt Hyrum loop a finger around the waistband of his undies and snap them against Jackson’s waiste.
“Nice Tighty Whities, bro.”
Jackson’s face went red, but he just kept typing away on his computer. Hopefully Hyrum would let it go if he didn’t get a rise out of him.
“Can I give you a wedgie?” Hyrum whispered.
“What? No.” Jackson said incredulously. Hyrum fell silent and Jackson was able to focus on his work.
“What if,” Hyrum started again and Jackson rolled his eyes. “I promise not to send this to anyone?”
Jackson turned to look at the phone that Hyrum flashed him from under the desk. On the screen was a photo of Jackson’s ripped shorts and exposed white briefs.
“What? Come on, I’ve always wanted to give someone a wedgie.”
“I will… right after I give you a wedgie.”
Jackson pressed his lips together. If that photo got out, he’d be facing a lot more than just one wedgie.
“Fine.” He hissed at Hyrum. “After class.”
“What’s the fun in that?” Hyrum said mischievously. Jackson felt Hyrum’s fingers curl around the side of his waistband, and slowly begin to pull it upwards. Jackson went to smack his hand away, but Hyrum wagged his phone infront of him and Jackson had to back off.
The side wedgie slowly inched its way upwards, his balls tightened against him and his briefs slipped into his crack like a piece of rope pulled tight. A quiet groan escaped Jackson’s lips, pulling glances from multiple people. Luckily, Hyrum was making sure to keep His hand under Jackson’s shirt so no one could see.
“suck your arm in your sleeve and stick it through your leg hole so I can slip this on your shoulder.”
They were sitting at the back of the lecture hall, so it was unlikely that anyone would see, but Jackson still hesitated. He had to come back here every day for the rest of the semester. If he got caught, he’d have to look these people in the eye every day with the knowledge that they’d seen him in this humiliating position. Hyrum, growing impatient, began to type their roomate’s number into his phone.
“Alright, Alright, fine.” Jackson sucked his arm into the sleeve as ordered. Hyrum, with a rather self-satisfied look on his face, yanked up on the briefs with so much force that Jackson squealed involuntarily. His friend let the waist band go, and the tighty whities hooked onto his shoulder with an audible snap of the waist band.
“Now put your arm back through.” Hyrum whispered. Jackson had to move with care, as any sudden movement sent pain screeching up his but crack and crushed his balls. By the time he’s managed to shimmy and whimper his arm back out of his sleeve, class was over.
Hyrum giggled to himself as he packed up his stuff, but Jackson could hardly move without welling up in tears. He really hoped this wasn’t going to become a thing between them.
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