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I WROTE YOU POSSIBLY OOC LUSTFUL HOMO VOYEUR MASTURBATION

I think I’ma call it

“Mankey see” or something equally corny.

Written in one very alcohol fueled half-hour and unbeta’d basically so YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

Pairing: Red/Green
Prompt: Imagine your OTP sitting across from each other masturbating together, lustfully watching each other pleasure themselves. 

Green wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to this. He couldn’t sit here, couldn’t just stare at Red naked for this long, without touching him. It didn’t matter that he was only across the bed from him, that technically he was allowed to lunge forward and kiss him, touch him, take him at any moment. They were having a competition, and Green would be damned if he was going to let Red best him at anything else, even if self-control wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Especially if it wasn’t supposed to be his strong suit, he added, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as a groan issued from his throat. That was something Red was widely known for - even if the gym leader had seen first hand that he could be just as carnal as the rest of the world - and even if only they would ever know the results of their contest, he wanted to win.

Red was sitting cross-legged across from him, naked aside from his black T-shirt, which was hiked halfway up his stomach and held there by the elbow poised at his side. His tongue darted across his lips periodically, rewetting them as his panting dried them out - but Green barely noticed, because his eyes rarely strayed all the way up to his boyfriend’s face. Instead his attention was focused between Red’s legs, at the cock exposed there, and the hand stroking it rhythmically.

Green envied the odd grace the younger man had in masturbating - while Green’s whole fist was wrapped around his own cock, beating it furiously, Red’s grip was almost dainty. His thumb and first two fingers worked their way up and down, using his foreskin to spread the effect along his full length, which was enough to keep him not only going but occasionally shivering from the pleasure. His other fingers and palm only came into play when too much precum had pooled at his tip, when he’d cup his hand across his head and wipe it away, giving a few swift strokes along his length to spread it before returning to his three-fingered grip.

His boyfriend found the whole afair equal parts mesmerizing and obnoxious. It was true that his entire approach to life was much more forceful than Red’s, and it was no secret that extended to sex, but the fact that even their masturbation was so different angered him on some primal level. The fact he’d never really noticed that fact until now was a fact of further frustration, but he pushed that anger from his mind, instead trying to burn the image of Red, hand on his cock and eyes slitted with pleasure, into his mind for use the next time they were separated. He hadn’t had occasion to notice before, he reasoned, as any time in the last few years that Red had touched his own cock in front of him, instead of Green doing the favor for him, the champion had, in fact, been behind him and thus well outside his view. For that reason it was perfectly logical that he’d never before witnessed the steady, smooth rhythm that Red used to pleasure himself, or the way his balls tightened visibly whenever those beads of precum slipped from his tip…

Green let out a loud groan, closing his eyes to shut out the visual for a moment, though he could still hear his own, far more rapid stroking over his boyfriend’s soft moans. He gritted his teeth and cursed, uncurling his fist from its tight hold on his own, much larger but circumsized cock, trying to find a softer hold on it that mimicked Red’s. His calloused fingertips ran along his underside, his thumb stroking the top, but the speed he had to maintain to create anywhere near the same pleasure as his full hand seemed unreasonable, and his pinkie hung to the side awkwardly. It took less than a minute of his attempted mimic of Red’s technique before he gave up, his full hand squeezing his length firmly as his normal grip returned.

His eyes opened to find Red suddenly leaning forward, his mouth hanging open hungrily, his own pace slowed as he seemed to be studying Green’s motions. The gym leader gulped, suprised to see such intent eyes on him, but leaned back slightly, pushing his hips forward, realizing that his chance to win their unspoken contest was at hand.

Noticing his shift in posture, and feeling eyes on him, Red glanced back up and held Green’s gaze for several long seconds. He twitched instinctively, both teens longing to kiss the other, unaccustomed to observing each other for so long without contact.

Red had to glance down to be sure he had his own grip right, but when Green followed the boy’s gaze to his lap, he found his boyfriend mimicking his full-fisted method. Each stroke covered his full length with ease, his thumb massaging his head each time and causing him to moan out loud.

Green had planned on ending the contest by coaxing Red’s head down to finish him off after the champion’s assumed loss, but for some reason now he wanted nothing more than to lose so that he could finish all over that clasped fist and uncovered stomach… and one glance at Red’s eyes told him that their contest had now become a race.