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Mario Kart is supposed to be a fun romp around the track, friends having fun but it never it, especially with Josuke Higashikata. He was a young man who, let’s face it, completely sucked at video games. He had a hard time with Kirby but he always blamed the game or the controller, never his ineptitude. Even with his lack of skill, he got a lucky blow every now and again playing Mario Kart making him competitive to the point of rage. Okuyasu and he were hanging at his place, being he was the one with the cool mom that got him a Nintendo 64 one lucky birthday, running on Toad’s Turnpike. With a random burst of luck, Josuke had taken first place. Okuyasu was stuck back at ninth and Josuke was making sure not to let him forget it. “Ah man, I can feel it. That sweet taste of victory and it tastes so fucking good,” Josuke giggled and elbowed Okuyasu in the ribs, “come on, get on my level, dude.”
Okuyasu scrunched his face, battling to pass one annoying computer without much luck because he kept running into cars, messing up his vibe. “Man, who decided to race on a freeway like, goin’ the other way, like, who does that? People askin’ to get hurt like that,” he grinded his elbow in Josuke’s arm, his tongue protruding ever so slight as he concentrated more on passing.
“Man, you’re not fuuuuun,” Josuke cooed, pushing his side on Okuyasu, forcing his weight on top of him, cackling as he was ending third lap, so close to taking first. At that moment, the game shone its light of pity of Okuyasu because suddenly had the trump card. And as much as he knew it would end in agony, Josuke was pissing him off with all his shitty boasting that he wasn’t going to pass up on the chance to rip his dream of being the virtual top dog. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, there it is, there it is,” Josuke hollered, “I’m coming the Gold!”
Suddenly, his happy expression faded. Was that… a blue shell? No, no. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. “What was that about the fuckin’ gold? Cause you’re gonna taste the curb!” The blue shell collided with his kart on the home stretch and two of the computers passed, leaving him stranded at third and his pride wounded. He dropped his controller with an audible gasp, looking at the television screen in complete awe. “What the fuck was that for!?” He yelled, directed to his friend. Okuyasu, though he had finished at eighth, sat chuckling at Josuke and his suddenly explosion. “What the fuuuuuck!?” He reached over to Okuyasu, grabbing his control and attempting to yank it away, “you can’t play anymore!”
“What kind of shit is that?,” Okuyasu retorted, keeping a firm grasp on the controller and trying to pull it from Josuke’s reach, “it’s not my fault you suck at games!”
“I don’t suck at games, you’re just an asshole!” Josuke yelled back.
“You’re the asshole!”
Josuke pressed his upper body against Okuyasu’s, attempting to extend his reach to where the controller was but the game of keep away wasn’t over yet. Okuyasu stretched up and backwards, leaving no stability and falling backwards, Josuke following suit. “Get off me, you’re too heavy!”
“Give me the controller, then, dick!” He was wriggling on top of the other boy, trying his damnedest to somehow elongate his arm. Okuyasu took the chance to ghost his hand up Josuke’s ribs, knowing full well he was ticklish as hell there. He laughed, covering his ribs, leaving him vulnerable to be flipped onto his back. He fell back with an, Okuyasu on top now straddling him, shaking the controller in his face. He then tossed it out of both of their reaches.
Josuke reached for it just to have his hand pinned by the boy on top of him. Bodies flush against each other; Josuke couldn’t help but notice how suddenly warm it had gotten. His face heated up, rocking up, trying to get the boy on top of him unbalanced. That was probably a mistake because at the angle he was, how Okuyasu was position, rocking up just ended with him rubbing up against Okuyasu’s thigh and making the warm a lot harder to ignore. Did he want to ignore it? Nah. He wrapped a leg around the leg pressed into his crotch, getting more leverage to grind into it. It was Okuyasu’s turn to gasp, releasing the captive hand to get a grip on the leg that had snaked around his own. “Fuckin’ shit, dude,” he breathed out, “a warnin’ would be nice.” He pressed the captive leg down harder, getting a groan for his efforts. “Jesus, if you wanted to fuck you coulda just said somethin’”
“It’s not my fault you got me hard, I wasn't thinking, ‘hey, get on top of me and give me a boner, pretty please.’” Okuyasu giggled in response, leaning down to press a smooch down on Josuke. It started chaste but quickly evolved into a messy meshing of tongues and sucking on each other’s faces. Rocking into each other, Okuyasu pulled away, moving to the side and nibbling on Josuke’s ear.
“I think about stuff like that,” he breathed into Josuke’s ear, waiting for some kind of response but really only getting rushed breathes and a grunt. “I think about you know… like, you sucking me off,” he pressed a kiss to the others neck, “getting up all on my dick and shit.” He sucked onto Josuke’s neck, forcing a moan outta him, also enticing him to flip the tables and get Okuyasu down on the ground.
He straddled one leg, lifting the other so he could get between and grind his crotch into the Okuyasu’s, both of them moaning when contact was reached. “I didn’t say, I don’t,” he breathed out, rocking his hips so he could get that good feeling but also to squeeze more lewd ass sounds out of Okuyasu. “Like, fuck,” it was hard to think, all he wanted to do was get off but here he was, trying to think of something say, some embarrassing shit he thought about, “god, fuck, thinking about, ha, your cute faces is enough.” Josuke decided to kiss him again to avoid any further embarrassment, getting a better grip on his leg to grind it into the floor. Okuyasu was returning the favor, getting as much friction as possible.
“D-dude, wait-wait, your pants,” he suggested, having to do it now before they went too far. He didn’t really want to ruin his pants and he didn’t really wanting to come from just dry humping. Josuke let out a whine, but he let go and sat up to get his pants off, Okuyasu doing the same.
Okuyasu looked down, getting an eyeful making Josuke’s face heat up more and want to cover up. It shouldn’t be weird but it kind of was, Josuke thought it would probably always be a bit weird, somebody looking at your junk and probably thinking, “wow, that sure is junk.” He learned forward and took Okuyasu by the mouth, biting his lip, attempting to think of what to do next. Their pants were off and they were humping before, he could just go with that.
He pressed his hips to the others, not breaking the kiss, and grabbed a hold of both of them with one hand. It was a weird feeling and it sent a tingling sensation up his spine, moaning into the Okuyasu’s mouth. He started to pump his hand, but couldn’t stop from thrusting up to create more friction between his hand and Okuyasu’s cock. He wasn’t really sure how much longer he was gonna last. Everything was warm, his stomach a pit of warm, everything tingling, he couldn’t think straight; Josuke had to stop kissing to breath and chose to moan into Okuyasu’s neck instead of the open, embarrassed by how much noise he was making. Okuyasu’s hand came down to join his own, covering it, half assisting to keep the motion going, half to make the pressure greater. “Fuck dude, I can’t..” Okuyasu said between breathy moans.
Josuke pulled away from his neck to look at Okuyasu’s face. They stared into each other’s eyes, both totally on the edge. He kissed him again, feeling that sudden rush in his abdomen and spine, their hands more slick than before. They both road out their orgasms, foreheads pressed together. They stayed still for a while, foreheads pressed against each other, hairs sweaty messes, and trying to regain their breath. Josuke peered down at their combined hands, seeing the gross mess covering them and sneered. “Ew, we’re covered in stuff,” he scoffed, “shit why did we do this in here?” He raised his hand like it was covered in toxic waste. Okuyasu looked on in silence, and then grabbed the soiled hand with his cleaner to one lick off the evidence. “Fucking gross, dude!” Josuke yelled, laughing as Okuyasu rolled his tongue over his knuckle. “You’re so fucking gross, jesus christ.”
“Yeah, whatever, you love it.” He laid on the floor, pulling Josuke with him who went along willingly.
“Yeah, I love it…,” he planted a kiss on Okuyasu’s cheek, “I love you, too.”
“Haha, that’s gay. You’re gay as hell.” He kissed him, short and sweet. Mario Kart played in the background as they cuddled on Josuke’s floor, having totally just rubbed one out. Josuke really hoped his mom wasn’t coming home soon.