Casey had just gotten out of the shower after a long day. Towel over his head drying his hair, when a vibration sounded off on the countertop nearby. Wrapping the towel around his waist and wiping the condensation from the phone screen he noticed a message from his friend Matt. It read: "Hey, just got off of work. Still on for movie night?". He had nearly forgotten that they had talked about hanging out and watching a movie at Matt's place.
"Yea, I'll be there in an hour" he replied. Then he went to go get ready. Before he knew it he was dressed and headed out the door. He and Matt are good friends and share quite a few interests. But movies aren't really Casey's thing. But he wasn't about to pass on an opportunity to spend time with Matt and unwind.
Nearly forty minutes later, Casey stands outside Matt's door. It's dark out, he couldn't help but feel a bit of a shiver standing in the cold night air. "I forgot my stupid jacket..." he muttered to himself, crossing his arms in a feeble attempt to warm himself. He buzzed the door and listened as Matt's heavy steps could be heard nearly sprinting to the front door. The light from inside shines brightly onto Casey as the door opens and Matt stands smiling. Looking up and his taller friend, Casey was caught off guard on how well he looked in the lighting. He smiled and Matt gestured to him to come inside. Matt was wearing his black hoodie that he is rarely seen without, paired with some comfortable pants that looked like pajamas. Casey felt like he dressed too formally at this point, his jeans felt uncomfortable and his shirt a bit itchy. "I guess I should've brought some PJs" he said in jest. Looking back, still all smiles, "You probably should have, we're just going to chill on the couch. You didn't have to dress up for me." He said laughing.
Matt offered Casey some hot coffee and they sat down on the couch. While Matt looked on the streaming service for a movie, his dopey dog scampered into the living room and excitedly approached Casey. Coffee in one hand, he out stretched his other to pet the retriever. The dog excitedly jumped up on him knocking the hot coffee out of his hand onto his lap. "Shit!" He cried out leaping from the seat, startling the dog who scurried to the other room now. "Fucking dog, man..." he muttered looking at the mess all over his pants and couch. Matt had seen the whole thing happen, and was standing beside him. "Jesus, I'm sorry about that. That's my ex-girlfriends dog." He said, a tinge of embarrassment on his voice. "She left a lot of her crap here, and I'm holding on to it while she finds a new place." He continues. Looking down at Casey's drenched in now cold wet jeans, "Let me get you a towel or something-" he says, Turning to run off and fetch a towel. But Casey blurts out "Nah man, I think I'm just going to head home... I can't dry these and sit in this mess. I'm just going to go". Half way into the hall, Matt turns back and walks over. Trying to change his mind he thinks for a moment. "You can just take em' off! I'll get you a nice blanket to wrap up with. We can throw the pants in the wash, its not a big deal." He said reassuring Casey that the night didn't have to be ruined.
Casey felt that Matt was a good friend, and just that. He didn't have feelings for Matt, nor was he gay. Matt had a girlfriend, had one anyway. But sitting in his underwear on Matt's couch wasn't something typical. They weren't that kind of friendship, no shower room talk or porn watching as bros. Casey was always a shyer person too, so he was hesitant to jump on that idea. But looking at Matt in this moment, and knowing of his recent break up... He should tough it out and be a bit uncomfortable for his friend. "Alright, sure." He said unbuttoning his drenched jeans. Matt handed him a nearby blanket, and left the room to put the jeans in the washing machine. Casey stood, now cloaked in a pink floral blanket. Feeling he's lower half more exposed than ever. He was wearing blue underwear that hugged his body in all the right places. When Matt returned, he knew exactly which film to pick and turned it on, setting the remote down and reclining on his side of the sofa. Casey returned to his seat, but it was wet from the spilled drink. So he sat even closer to Matt avoiding the wet spot, pressing up against him in the effort. Feeling exposed and legs tight together sent the wrong signals in his body and Casey felt his penis becoming hard. Flustered and trying to get comfortable he shifted the blanket around, only for Matt to seem to forget why Casey had the blanket in the first place and set half over himself as well.
Casey froze, his lower issue growing stiffer. He swallowed hard, and darted his eyes to Matt. Matt was clearly comfortable and not even paying any mind to Casey. His eyes locked on the television screen as the movie continued on. In order to attempt to ease the pressure, Casey spread his legs little by little allowing his member more space to hopefully calm down. His thigh rubbed up against Matt's legs. Casey freezes again, flush in the face and embarrassed for himself. Yet still, Matt clearly is comfortable, not appearing to even notice.
Just then Matt says aloud "Eh, I should put the subtitles on." Casey remembered the remote was on the table across the room and eager to distance himself from his uncomfortably close seat, he sprung up saying "I got it!"
