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(I feel bad about how I've been brutalizing my characters, so this story is much more tame. It takes place well after Repayment, at the end of that same school year. Includes nudity and ejaculation.)

It was May, and the AC in the dorms had stopped working, but it was the weekend, so neither Sam nor Wyatt had anything to do except stay in their room and study for finals. Two fans they set up did little to change the source of the hot air, only where it was going. They had the windows shut and the blinds pulled to preserve as much semi-cooled air as possible. They were both sweating, wearing t-shirts and shorts only.

"Why is it so fucking hot?" Wyatt was particularly annoyed, having dealt with canceled plans that marooned him there for the weekend.

"Climate change." Sam was comfortable enough with Wyatt by now to let his guard down. They fell somewhere between pals and friends throughout the year. "And probably the architecture. Modern buildings and skyscrapers aren't built to properly interact with the environment. In the desert, a lot of buildings used to be constructed to cool the air inside during the day and preserve heat during the night."

"Oh yeah? You learn that in astronomy?"

"Cultural anthropology. Another fun fact; apparently, we're not supposed to wear shoes, because they prevent our feet from properly engaging their muscles, causing them to atrophy."

"Good news for foot-fetishists, I guess."

"Of course, we couldn't do that now, because there's too much glass and who knows what else on the ground that would make going barefoot a routine hospital trip."

"Man, that's depressing. I need to use the bathroom."

"I'm assuming that's two separate thoughts?"

They both laughed, and Sam sat at his desk to prepare for an informational speech. He decided it was hot enough to not bother with a shirt and took it off, casting it next to the desk. He was comfortable enough with Wyatt to be shirtless, even in his underwear, around Wyatt, even after the incident with the vomit-collector. That massive bruise had long-healed, as had his belly, and neither of them saw that man again.

Wyatt came back into the room and laid on his bed, putting his arms behind his head. He looked over at Sam. "Oh good, I was thinking about doing that too. It's too hot for a shirt." He took his own off, revealing a tan, skinny torso, with some muscular definition.

"T'is the season." There was adrenaline in his voice. He had never seen Wyatt shirtless, and had always fantasized about him taking off his shirt around him. He didn't turn to look, but the knowledge alone was stimulating, and he had to adjust himself while at the desk. "Of course, it wouldn't help if we were outside."

"Why's that?"

"If we were outside, at least during the day, the sun would be making direct contact with our skin, as opposed to our shirts, so it might just make us hotter than if we wore light, thin shirts."

"Huh. Still fun though."

"Oh yeah?" Sam turned his head to look at him, stealing a glance at his body. "You regularly walk around shirtless outside?"

"I mean, not during the day, but sometimes at punk shows. It's freeing, no one's gonna judge you - well, for the most part - and I feel good about my body."

"Huh." Sam looked down. "That must be nice."

Wyatt felt bad. "To be fair, I don't have people in my ear telling me I'm ugly all the time. I guess it's different if you don't have much to work through."

He turned his chair fully, baring his chest and belly to Wyatt. "I mean, I'm feeling better about myself. Honestly, you helped a lot with that earlier this year."

"Really?" Wyatt smiled at the thought that his words left a positive mark on someone. "I'm really glad to hear that, and I mean it, you look good. You can really see the beauty in yourself and others when you stop letting someone else dictate what you think."

Sam stood up out of the chair. "Look, be honest. Do you really find me attractive?"

"Yes, absolutely. You look good. Something about your belly and your pecs, it's hard to explain. It's like there's more of you, more to play with." He stopped himself. "Not that I'd want to play with you, or not play with you, necessarily."

Sam laughed. "It's okay. I appreciate it, and I believe you, and you're right. It's my body and I love it, but it's because it's my body that I love it. I love it despite the fact that I'm chubby, when I should love it regardless."

"You seriously look good. Hypothetically, I wouldn't mind you being a sexual partner. Again, not saying I would want that, but not saying I wouldn't."

Sam's heart quickened, and he surmised that Wyatt might've fantasized about him as well. Neither one of them seemed to have romantic feelings for each other, but definitely sexual. "I mean, yeah, I mean." He stumbled over his words. "I wouldn't necessarily mind that as well. Like, you look good too, and it'd probably be fun."

Now, Wyatt's heart skipped as well, blood flowing to his equipment. They were at a crossroads, a high-stakes game of social interaction, to avoid making the other too uncomfortable. After that, however, they entered the event horizon, drawing closer towards the inevitable singularity of bodily exploration.

"Is that, something you'd be comfortable with, in the future at least? Us interacting in that way?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, in the future, or really soon even."

They both stared at each other, nervousness transforming into excitement.

"So, if we did, what would you want to do? Normal intercourse or just touching each other?"

Sam thought for a moment, and said something he'd never said out loud. "I've always wanted someone to lick my belly button. Just, to put their head on my belly and stick their tongue in and out. I've seen videos before of people getting their dicks sucked, and that's kind of what I want, just for my navel."

Wyatt quivered with excitement, leading them both to laugh. "Alright, so, you'd want me to do that to you. What would you want to do to me?"

Sam got even more excited, not even bothering to hide his erection. "With you, I might want to press my belly against yours. Something about seeing someone pinned by the belly and struggling to breathe really does it for me, and the thought of it being me to do that makes it even more exciting."

Wyatt got hard as well. He was feeling masochistic, and he had a budding fixation on choking, so he knew he would enjoy it. "Alright, cool, awesome, we should, um, we're gonna do that now, right?"

"Oh yeah." Sam hurried over to his bed and lied down, belly-up, waiting for Wyatt to approach. He joined him lower on the bed, then took a deep breath, brought his face to his belly, and started licking.

Sam immediately moaned. It was even better than he thought it would be, his belly tingling with the intimate contact. The fact that such attention was being paid to his navel was only making him harder, his dick pitching a tent in his shorts. Wyatt felt his erection on his chest and gasped in surprise.

Sam looked up. "What? Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm just fine. Can I take your pants off?"

Sam laughed. "You can take my underwear off if you want."

Wyatt pulled off his shorts and underwear in one grab, tossing them aside. Sam was hairless, and his dick was somewhat smaller than average, but he couldn't have cared less. He grabbed it and stroked it as he returned to his belly button, resulting in louder and more numerous moans. Sam grabbed his head, twirling his medium length hair as he attended to his duty. His knees buckled and raised, touching Wyatt's stomach, leading him to purposely dig himself into it. It was like a symphony, like the best track in a video game.

It took mere minutes, maybe seconds, for Sam to finish, sending projectiles of warm ejaculate towards the surface of Wyatt's belly. He was breathing heavily and sweating even more than he already was, and he sighed in ecstacy. Wyatt loved having Sam's fluids on him, and so refused to even wipe them off of his slight abs as he dismounted.

"That was... really fun." Wyatt was still hard in his shorts, pitching a tent of his own.

"Yeah, but I still have to return the favor." Sam sat up, cum still caking the tip of his penis. "Take off your pants and underwear, and lie down in the exact spot I was."

"Yes sir!" Wyatt hurried to his objectives, inexplicably ecstatic that he was just ordered around in such a manner. Sam surprised himself by being so assertive, but very much enjoyed the thought of Wyatt following his orders, answering to him. He climbed on the bed, overlooking Wyatt's naked form. He was huge, bigger than he thought he'd be.

"Nice dick. Can't wait to crush that too."

Wyatt gasped in delight. "Please! Please fucking crush the shit out of me!"

Sam smiled. "I like the way you think, but I'm gonna start slow." He lowered his arms, setting some of his weight on him gradually, until he was almost fully lying on him. His belly was significantly bigger than Wyatt's, so he elected to lower himself to sit on his belly and crotch so as to not damage his ribs.

"Oof!" Wyatt's dick swelled with the pressure on him, and Sam was intimately aware of it, being on top of it. He was still able to breathe just enough, and he let his arms fall on Sam's back for support. His whole digestive system must've been getting the treatment, and it was pleasing him greatly. He made a gagging noise, prompting Sam to look at him.

"Are you okay? Slap my leg if you want me to stop."

Wyatt raised a thumbs up to him, indicating that he understood, and Wyatt repositioned himself a little before continuing to lie down on top of him. He couldn't touch his dick with his hands, but he could feel it wriggling under his belly, vibrating and convulsing. Wyatt was near arrival. He bounced a few times, resulting in some satisfying noises from him, and eventually hot cum squeezing through the folds between their stomachs.

Sam got up, allowing Wyatt to finish unabated. His belly inflated, free to properly do so, and he gasped for breath as his member continued to explode, firing his honey into the air, hitting Sam's computer.

Sam laughed hysterically, to Wyatt's chagrin.

"Hey! What's so funny?"

"No, no, I wasn't laughing at you, mostly. You got some on my monitor."

"Wha-?" He looked over, then smacked his palm to his face. "Goddamnit. I'm sorry."

"It's all good. You're still cleaning it up, but I'm not mad."

Wyatt laughed some before sitting up and going to the bathroom. Sam joined him and they took a cold shower, washing the genetic matter from their bodies. Eventually they got out and put on fresh clothes, sitting on their respective beds.

Sam hung his head. "Things don't have to be weird between us now, do they?"

Wyatt faced him. "No, they don't. We both did something we wanted to do, and we both had fun. We can choose to do it again in the future, or we can choose not to. Either way, we're good."

Sam smiled and exhaled in relief. "Yeah, you're absolutely right. Thanks for reassuring me."

"Thanks for talking about it. That right there is how it avoids getting weird."