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Charlie wakes up. Blinking, he wonders what woke him and freezes when he hears a muffled groan from Alex's room next door.  Followed promptly by some creaking and the sound of something bumping against the wall, more muffled moans come through to Charlie. With sleep-slowed reactions, the redhead realises just what is happening and feels disgusted, yet somewhat aroused. Imagination running wild, Charlie's hand slips beneath the sheets and wraps around his growing erection.

  Meanwhile, in the other room, Alex arches his back whilst the Charlie in his mind asks him to fuck him harder; the imaginary red-head being pressed into the pillow from behind. In reality, Alex's hand swiftly pumps himself within his boxers and he unsuccessfully bites back a moan.

  "Ung, Charlie..." he hisses, biting down on his bottom lip and tipping his head back against the bed, unknowingly fuelling Charlie's own fantasy next door. The real red-head's grip quickens when the Alex of his imagination, having pinned Charlie against the kitchen counter, drops to his knees and engulfs Charlie's cock in his mouth.

  "Ah," Both men unwittingly moan at the same time, immersed in private fantasies of one another, triggered by certain touches or looks that pass between them through-out the day. Flushed, sweating, and exhilarated, only one of them is aware that they are both masturbating at the same time; neither aware that their fantasies could just become a reality if they crossed the boundary of their friendship.

  Pace ever gaining speed, Alex is nearing orgasm when a groan from Charlie mingles into his imagination; the realism finally sending him over the edge. The Brit turns his head into his pillow as he comes into his hand – the image of Charlie panting and moaning beneath him filling his mind's eye, accompanying the orgasmic rush. Charlie's hips buck wildly when he hears the barely-muffled groan from Alex, his red hair plastered to his face, brow furrowed in ecstasy and teeth ground together to stop himself moaning too loudly. He knew Alex had already come, but his thoughts had other ideas. One hand grips Charlie's pillow whilst the other pumps rapidly under the covers – the Charlie of fantasy being fucked harshly against the kitchen counter by a loud Alex.

  "Shiiiit," Charlie hisses, "Shitshitshitshit!" the obscenities are short and sharp, like the jerks of his hips as the fantastic rush of orgasm courses through his body. Muscles tense, and the sound of Alex's own orgasm echoes around Charlie's mind as he ejaculates onto his fingers and sheets. A long groan escapes his lips, and only then – upon hearing it – do Alex's eyes snap open next door as a mind-boggling realisation floods him. He had just indirectly made Charlie come.