Ivan and Till had been roommates for 2 years now. Although Till would never admit, he loved the way Ivan acted like a little puppy for him. Even though he didn't act the same way back, he showed Ivan affection in his own way. He often made food for Ivan, and brought him drinks when he was studying. But right now, if Ivan asked him to bark for him, he probably would’ve fucking done it.
“Fuck.” Till muttered under his breath as he saw Ivan walking out of his room, fiddling with his cuffs. He looked up and smiled at Till, his face lighting up with joy.
“Do I look professional?” he asked softly. Till’s cheeks filled softly with blush as he took in the sight of Ivan’s outfit for his final school presentation.
Ivan gestured to himself, turning around slightly to put himself on display. He was wearing black suit pants, and a white button down shirt. A complete contrast to the baggy sweatpants and hoodies that Ivan usually wears.
Till looked away, feeling his heart pound slightly. “F-fuck, i mean i guess.” He muttered.
That was an understatement. Ivan looked fucking incredible, and no words could possibly describe it. The way his black rimmed glasses lay on the ridge of his perfect nose made Till’s insides flop around, and he could feel himself get dizzy as he looked at Ivan’s defined arms bulge through his white button up shirt. His black hair was combed back in a sleek style and his bangs were neatly adjusted.
Ivan looked fucking beautiful, and Till couldnt make sense of how he was feeling.
“We need to go now, or we will be late, you idiot.” He said as he turned around, speeding out the door. Ivan smiled and followed behind him.
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“Thank you for listening to my presentation” Ivan says as he bows to the audience of college students. A row full of pretty girls cheer excitedly and Till couldn't help but roll his eyes. They all thought he was perfect huh?
“If only they knew.” Till scoffed as he sat in thought.
“If only they knew how fucking annoying he is. He isn’t the great manly man they think he is.” He chuckled to himself.
“Hyung, how did I do?” Ivan said excitedly, interrupting Till’s thoughts.
Till turned around in surprise, about to respond until he saw the small crowd of girls eagerly waiting to talk to Ivan. One girl shot Till a dirty look and he scowled back.
“That fucking whore” Till thought to himself. Its not my fault Ivan doesnt fucking like you.
Making direct eye contact with Ivan, Till smiled softly and patted Ivan’s head with a giggle. “You did so well Ivan” He cooed, smirking at the girl who was now angrily flipping him off.
Ivan was now blushing, softly leaning into Till’s touch. “Y-you really think so Hyung?” He stuttered.
“Of course Ivan. I've never been so proud of you. You did amazing.” Till said with a final pat, pinching his cheek. He then got up with a sigh.
“Well, its time to go.” He said, and Ivan quickly nodded and followed him out the door. Till shot one final smirk at the girl, giggling to himself the whole way down.
“Hyung, what was that?” Ivan said as he followed Till down the hall.
“What was what?” Till responded, cheeks flushing. What he had just done was finally setting in, and he couldnt seem to look Ivan in the eye.
“You never act like that. Why are you being so nice?” Ivan responded with confusion.
“ It just gets on my fucking nerves that all of your fangirls see me as some sort of competition.” Till responded noncholantly. Ivan shook his head in agreement.
“Hyung, dont get jealous. You know they dont matter to me.” Ivan replied with a faint smile.
Till flipped his head around, cheeks now a healthy shade of pink.
“You fucking idiot, I’m not jealous.” He sputtered.
He took a deep breath and turned around again. “I'm just annoyed that all those girls treat me as if you're my boyfriend and that they need to get rid of me to talk to you.”
Till could practically see Ivan’s tail wag. He smiled and hopped behind him, giving him space when till reached into his pocket to pull out the keys to the dorm they shared.
“Aw, my Tilly is so cute.” He responded with a laugh. Ivan grabbed Till’s cheek lovingly and then began to take his shirt off.
“WHAT THE FUCK” Till squealed as he turned around, face turning red.
Ivan rolled his eyes as he neatly folded his shirt. “We are both guys arent we?” He responded as he put on a plain white shirt.
Till grumbled and turned around sloely, his face still red. “Whatever, im not one of your fan girls. Your abs dont have effects on me.”
Ivan stood and stared at Till with his mouth slightly parted. “Wha-“ Till began, until he was swiftly carried up by a shirtless Ivan and placed on top of the countertop.
“DUDE OKAY I GET IT.” Till blushed as he covered his face with his arms.
“I'm strong enough to carry Till-hyung like a girl.” Ivan said with a smirk, standing back slightly.
Till thwacked his arm, getting off the countertop quickly. “You're such a freak, Jesus. I'm gonna go shower.” He said angrily as he hurried off towards their shared bathroom.
“Do you want me to go?” Ivan replied with a slight smile.
Till simply slammed the door with a loud thud.
Ivan giggled to himself. “Ah, Hyung is so cute. I wonder if he knows how I feel.”
Meanwhile, Till was trying to calm his boner down.
“W-what the fuck..” Till whispered to himself as he trembled. Why was his cock standing at attention, begging touch? It was painfully hard and he coulf feel himself shake.
He tried thinking of everything possible to calm himself down. That one time he pissed his pants in 3rd grade, his childhood hamster dying, Ivan spilling coffee on him and it soaking his shirt..
Ivan?
Ivan…..
Till yelped as he felt his cock twitch at the idea of Ivan.
“Hey Till, everything okay?” Ivan said loudly, knocking on the bathroom door. “I heard a yell?”
“U-uh…” Till tried to respond, but suddenly his hand was on his cock, stroking quickly and as fast as possible. Every single part of his brain was currently screaming at him, calling him a whore, bad friend, ect.
As much as he wanted to stop himself, Ivan’s voice was basically moving his hand. He couldn't do anything.
“Are you sure you're okay? Does your stomach hurt?” Ivan asked, concern lacing his voice.
“Y-yeah, a stomach ache.” Till responded out of breath.
Sure. A fucking stomache ache, Till thought to himself as he desperately fucked his hand, imagining it was Ivan’s big hands around him instead.
“Okay Tilly, let me know if you need something hm?” Ivan responded, and Till could hear his footsteps leave.
At that, Till came silently, tears spilling down his face and muffling his voice with his shirt.
As he stared down at his body, covered in fluids and his own drool, he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Yeah, he needed something.
Ivan.