A Friend in Need 3 (hypno)
by Touchstone
Warren woke up with a start, gasping with surprise as his entire vision seemed to be draped in white. Confused, he reached for his face to find that the object blocking his vision was the same source as the familiar stench of man seeping through his nostrils with every labored breath he took. Grasping the stained white briefs, he pulled it from his face to find that the room was still dark- the sun outside his curtains had barely begun to rise.
“What the fuck...” he breathed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It took him a while for his brain to register that the underwear he was holding now was the foreign one he had found in his gym bag when he’d gotten home last night- unmistakably Hank’s. It took him a while longer for him to realise that beneath his covers, the boxers he had on were damp, sticky and warm.
He had just cum in his sleep.
As if moving on instinct, he brought the briefs back to his face, sniffing deeply as he felt a warm, alien comfort seep through his body. While spent, his member gave the slightest twitch in response, his pulse quickening as brief flashes from his dream replayed in his mind.
The moment didn’t last, however, and before long, what he was actually doing struck a chord in him which made him throw Hank’s underwear aside, a look of disgust written plainly on his face.
“What is wrong with me?” he asked aloud, panting slightly as he stared at the seemingly innocent briefs lying on the floor.
Try as he might, he was unable to take his mind off of yesterday’s events. As he got out of his bed and slowly peeled off his boxers, he could already feel his cock begin to harden as he remembered how he’d gotten on his knees and done Hank a ‘favor’ in the sauna. ‘No, wait,’ he corrected himself, ‘Hank was the one who did me a favour.’
Why did it seem so wrong now, while he was standing in the daylight seeping through the curtains? Last night it hadn’t even occurred to him to question Hank’s logic.
‘It’s only gay if he comes inside you,’ he tried to convince himself. ‘Nothing wrong with... shit, what the fuck did he do to me?’
He wondered if Max had been as powerless to resist as he had been, so willing to trust that husky, deep baritone as it whispered silky promises in his ears. So eager to lean into that strong, reassuring frame. His eyes almost glazing over, he didn’t even realise that his left hand was drifting back towards his still hard cock.
‘Stop it!’
Shaking his head, Warren grit his teeth and started marching toward the shower, more convinced than ever that Hank was somehow to blame for everything that was happening. And whatever it was that Hank had done to him, it was more than likely that Max had been ‘convinced’ in the very same way, which meant that he had a responsibility now to save his best friend.
He found himself standing nervously outside Max and Hank’s place later that night, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. He hadn’t quite thought of what he’d say to Max just yet, but all he knew for certain was that he would not allow himself to be alone with Hank. Surely the man wouldn’t risk doing anything when Max was in the same room, right?
He knocked on the apartment door, steeling himself for the monumental task he’d set for himself. The sound of heavy footfalls coming toward the door made him hope that it was Max coming for him.
“Hello Warren,” Hank greeted him with a smile, the older man clad in a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts. “You’re early.”
And before Warren could protest, the man pulled him in for a tight hug. He barely managed to protest before the other man’s lips met his, scattering his thoughts as he felt a warm rush flow through his brain. Almost readily, he found himself leaning forward instead of pulling away, his traitorous body moving on autopilot.
It was Hank who pulled away this time. The chaste kiss on his lips seemingly intended as a greeting and nothing more.
Warren found his footing with a little effort, just staring wordlessly at the other man with his mouth open. “What... what...” he managed to stammer softly.
Hank raised an eyebrow, a look of almost genuine concern on his face. “Are you alright, Warren? I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything, did I? I mean, that’s just how I always greet people- thought you were used to that by now.”
Warren took a deep breath, wanting to protest that no, Hank had never done that before when for some reason he found himself doing a double take on his own memories. His eyes narrowed with confusion as he found himself strangely convinced that this wasn’t the first time that had happened. Hank had always been more than a little expressive- how could he have forgotten?
“O..of course,” he found himself agreeing. “Sorry I... I must have forgot or something.”
The older man guffawed as he punched him on the shoulder, the force of which made him stagger slightly. “You’re a funny one, kid,” Hank smiled before stepping aside to let him in.
Still rubbing his own shoulder, Warren stepped inside, finding the apartment a much cleaner place than the last time he’d set foot in here. Where the living room had been littered with beer cans and pizza boxes in the aftermath of Max and Hank’s short-lived breakup, the floor was now actually visible, the room no longer smelling of Max’s cigarettes.
“Max is still in the kitchen,” Hank said from behind him. “We didn’t expect you so early.”
“Early?” Warren repeated before it struck him- he’d agreed to come have dinner with Max and Hank just yesterday. In the light of his newfound mission to save his friend, he’d forgotten about it completely. “Oh, right. Sorry, should have called ahead.”
“No worries,” Hank reassured him. “I’m just going to pop out to the shop downstairs to get some booze. You can go help out in the kitchen or make yourself comfortable on the sofa, whatever you feel like.”
Warren tried his best to not let the relief show on his face. Time alone with Max was more than he could have hoped for. He gave Hank a polite smile as he watched the other man turn around and leave before he made his way to the kitchen to find Max standing at the stove, stirring what appeared to be pasta sauce.
“Hey Warren,” Max turned to face him, turning down the heat on the stove before approaching him. Like the living room, Max seemed to have also cleaned himself up since Warren had last seen him. The taller, brown haired-man seemed to have regained that playful twinkle behind his blue eyes, although the one thing that seemed to have remained was the beard. A lot better groomed now, lining his square jaw, but still there all the same.
“Hey Max,” Warren replied with as much false enthusiasm he could muster. “You ah... decided to keep the beard I see.”
Max grinned in response. “Hank thought I should keep it, that night we got back together. I don’t know why I never thought of growing one out before. Guess that’s one good thing that came out of the breakup,” he mused. “And the other is, well, you’re here. I had begun to think that you and Hank would never get along, but from what I heard, you guys had a great time yesterday, and now you’re actually here.”
Warren paused, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt. The truth was, since Max had started dating Hank, he had been avoiding coming around, more than a little weirded out by his best friend’s sudden decision to come out of the closet. And even though he had initially only come back due to the news of the breakup, Max just looked so happy now. Who was he to take that away? And what if he was wrong about all this? The thought of Hank somehow magically turning his best friend gay and now slowly seducing him seemed more and more ludicrous the more he thought about it.
“Sorry it took me so long to come around,” Warren offered half-heartedly, still trying to decide where he stood about the matter.
“No, don’t worry about it. I think I would have been weirded out too if I were in your position,” Max replied.
“It’s just- it happened so suddenly, you know? You broke up with Julia- granted, she WAS a bitch, but it was barely a week after that and you’re dating a guy. And not just any guy. Hank. From my workplace!” Warren pointed out. “And it’s not like there’d been any signs or anything. I lived with you in college for like, three years and I just thought I knew you, that’s all.”
A smirk formed on Max’s face. “Well,” he said. “I wouldn’t say there were NO signs, whatsoever. There WAS that one night-
“We were drunk!” Warren protested. “And that wasn’t exactly sex!”
“Well... Yeah for the longest time I think we both agreed that was the story. I certainly remember you were pretty hammered that night. But I don’t know, once I met Hank and I just... stopped and thought about it, I don’t think I was really that drunk. Someone had to drive us home, if you recall,” Max reasoned.
Warren raised an eyebrow. For all intents and purposes, he’d chosen to remember that night as a drunken mishap. And despite Max’s reasoning, he was almost sure that there was no way that Max could have been sober that night. It was almost as though Max was choosing to remember things differently.
Max was slowly advancing on him now, that smirk suddenly looking more and more sinister. “I thought about that night for quite a while, you know,” he said, “Still do, from time to time. You were so plastered then that I probably could have gotten away with more...”
“Uh... Max? What are you...” Warren stammered, backing away slightly as Max drew closer and closer. There was a predatory glint in his friend’s eyes that uncomfortably reminded him of Hank.
And that was when Max stopped and burst out laughing. “Just messing with you, Warren. That look on your face- God now I remember why I missed having you around so much. You’re just too easy.”
“Uh... yeah. Ha ha,” Warren laughed half-heartedly. Still feeling more than a little uncomfortable, still unsure about how to broach the subject he’d initially intended to raise, he decided he need to collect his thoughts first.
“I’ll uh, leave you to your cooking,” he said. “I need to use the toilet first if that’s alright.”
“Down the hallway. First door on your left.”
Retreating from the kitchen, Warren soon found himself standing alone in a polished white bathroom, staring at his own reflection in the mirror. “What the hell am I doing?” he muttered aloud to himself. On one hand, he was still convinced that Hank had done something to his friend and that he had to do something about it, on the other, Max seemed genuinely happy, and if he was wrong about all this, there was a chance that it would ruin their friendship irreparably.
He fished out a scrunched up pair of white briefs from his left pocket, feeling a little foolish. The idea of confronting Max with it, claiming that Hank must have slipped it into his gym bag ‘on purpose’ because it had magical properties like its owner didn’t seem like the best idea anymore. Perhaps it would be best to just leave it here, returned to its rightful place.
But first...
Again as if moving by itself, the hand clutching the underwear began slowly rising towards his face.
“What is...wrong with me?” he whispered to himself in a feeble attempt to resist the scent that was already teasing his nostrils.
‘I’m just... making sure...’ his fogged brain reasoned. ‘One... sniff... can’t... hurt...’
And then his vision was drowned out in white, his whole world the earthy, musky odor of Hank flooding down his nose into his lungs. One breath turned into two, and eventually it seemed as though Warren was losing track of time entirely, replaying yesterday’s events again and again in his head leaving no room nagging doubts he had come here with about Hank’s intentions.
And then he felt a pair of strong arms envelop him from behind, a firm chest pressing into his back which made him gasp. They were followed by the feel of hot breath on his right ear, a bearded cheek just slightly ghosting over the tip of the earlobe.
“No. Keep it there,” Hank’s smooth voice cooed in his ears, another hand joining his in pressing the fabric of the underwear into his face. “I see you enjoyed the present I left for you.”
Unable to form words, Warren could only form a muffled ‘Mmmf’ in response.
“By the time I got back from the shops, Max said you’d been in here so long that he was beginning to get worried,” Hank chuckled. “But I don’t see any reason why he should worry. Do you?”
Warren’s vision was returned to him as the Hank’s hand gently guided his own slowly downward. In the mirror Warren watched his own empty expression, Hank’s face right next to his as the larger man held him almost protectively, his unoccupied hand slowly rubbing Warren’s chest in slow, soothing circles.
“No...” Warren agreed softly. If Hank thought Max had nothing to worry about, then Max probably didn’t have anything to worry about.
“Max has been waiting a long time for you,” Hank continued. “He just wants us to... get along. But seeing how well we’ve been doing these last couple of days and well... right now even, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Do you?”
“No...” Warren repeated blankly. He had no problems with Hank whatsoever. Good old dependable, hairy, sexy, glorious smelling Hank.
“Max is lucky to have a friend like you,” Hank egged on, letting go of Warren’s wrist as it continued its journey downward until it was hanging limply by his side. Slowly, he reached downward, his other hand still rubbing Warren’s chest, and unbuckled Warren’s jeans, meeting no resistance whatsoever.
“So open-minded... so caring about his happiness... you’d do anything for him, wouldn’t you Warren?”
“Anything...” Warren agreed.
“Then I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Warren,” Hank smiled. “Max is happy when I’m happy. So I guess by extension that means you want me to be happy too, don’t you?”
“I... I guess...” Warren stammered, unsure why the reflection in the mirror seemed so fascinating to him. In Hank’s arms he looked so powerless and yet so... indescribably safe at the same time. It felt like he could melt and Hank would still be able to hold him here.
“I want you to be happy too, boy,” that deep voice whispered in his ear, bringing him a sudden rush of elation, his body along with his mind feeling lighter already. “Which is why I’ve been helping you out these past few days... It’s just what good friends do for each other. It’s what family does for each other. You have nothing to fear from me, Warren,” Hank promised, slowly pulling down Warren’s zipper.
“It’s perfectly alright for straight men such as yourself to seek comfort in another man’s arms...”
Warren let out another gasp as Hank started to grope at his rock hard cock through the now-damp fabric of his black briefs. Utterly helpless to do anything else, it wasn’t long before he threw his head back, stifling moans through grit teeth.
And then-
“Dinner’s ready!”
And just like that, it was over. His cock still hard, his mouth still hung open, Warren’s eyes seemed to regain their focus as Hank let go of him. Suddenly aware of his jeans pooled around his ankles, he slowly pulled them back up, turning around to see Hank waiting for him by the door with a smile on his face.
“Well,” Hank grinned. “Shouldn’t keep the man waiting now, should we?”
And although his member was still pressing furiously against the fabric of his jeans, Warren managed a weak nod before he started towards the door, unconsciously stuffing Hank’s briefs back into his pockets. His mental faculties slowly returning to him, he continued on- receiving a reassuring pat on his back as he passed Hank. Walking towards the dining room, a smile formed on his face.
It felt like ages since he’d had a meal with his best friend, and somehow, despite the reservations he’d had about coming here earlier, right now it just felt like everything was going to be alright.