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Frylock grimaced as he rolled his shoulders back, trying to loosen them after two hours of poor sitting posture at his desk. This new computer was far more trouble than he'd signed up for, and he was more of a biologist than an IT guy, but building the thing himself would be worth it to save money.
If he ever got it working, that is. Frylock pushed his long dreadlocks away from his face and squinted in confusion. Supposedly the circuits should function after the last tweak he’d made, yet nothing seemed to be happening. He sighed, pulled open his desk drawer, and rifled around until he found a palm-sized rectangular device: his megohmmeter, useful for checking electrical currents. He swiftly plugged the wires in, connecting the main block with pen-like apparatus that he gripped carefully.
Frylock readied himself to check the computer - and stopped. The digital numbers on the meter read “6.9”. Frylock huffed out a laugh. Even his equipment was telling him to get laid.
Maybe it was this off-topic idea that caused his sudden lapse in judgement, maybe it was coincidental timing, but for whatever reason, the meter’s pen slipped in Frylock's hand. Its metal tip hit the pad of his finger and delivered a swift shock of electricity. Frylock gasped and dropped the device instinctively. The spark burned deep inside his finger, sending prickles all through his body. Then, almost as quickly, the feeling vanished.
He rubbed his hand thoughtfully. After a moment, he realized there was something strangely addictive about the sensation, despite its initial discomfort. Frylock turned the meter's dials to bring down the power slightly. Pursing his lips, he touched his finger to the metal again and gasped as another jolt passed through him, making his palms sweat. He noticed with confusion that the shock had made his dick twitch, too. Frylock swallowed hard.
Now was not the time to get distracted, but… it had been a while since he'd gotten off properly, and he was too curious about this discovery to let it go uninvestigated. Frylock glanced up at the door to make sure it was shut before pulling up his shirt. He currently had his favorite piercings in; simple silver bars, with a ball on either end to secure them through his nipples.
Cautiously, he brought the tip of the device to one end of his left piercing. The resulting shock that shot through his chest made him jolt in his seat as painful pleasure sparked in his nerves, setting every one of his hairs on end. Frylock let out his breath and glanced at the swelling tent in the front of his sweatpants.
Thank god his door was already closed, and Meatwad was a good kid who knew to knock. Shake, however... That was a different story. Frylock shook his head to dissuade any perverse images of his roommate that followed that train of thought. This was a controlled experiment, and he needed to treat it as such.
He pulled up his shirt again and gripped it in his teeth, too excited to waste time pulling it off. Mouthing the fabric also served to to muffle any sounds he might make during the process. He wasn't nearly as noisy as Shake, but he found it easier to enjoy himself when he wasn't forced to be silent.
He delivered another short shock as he palmed himself firmly through his pants, groaning quietly into his shirt. His nipples felt like both frozen and burned simultaneously when he tapped his piercings with the meter, and for some reason, he's couldn't get enough. After one more shock, he hastily thrust his sweatpants down to his ankles and adjusted himself so he could take his dick in hand.
Several heated minutes passed as Frylock enjoyed his filthy discovery, intermittently shocking his nipples as he jerked off with a handful of lotion. Of course, it was too good to last, in a house such as theirs. Frylock startled as he heard the familiar creak of his door opening, too late for him to yell out. Of-fucking-course Shake had to choose now to walk in.
“Hey, have you seen myuhhhhh - holy shit,” Shake said loudly, his jaw dropping instantly.
Frylock's teeth were buried in his plump bottom lip. His exposed skin was sweating and flushed as if he had been sunbathing on the beach and not jerking off at his desk with the help of his tools. He was a perfect, pornographic sight, despite his pissed-off expression. Understandably, Shake’s mind blanked, and he blurted the first thing he thought of.
“Oh my god, are you electrocuting yourself?”
Frylock had to release his shirt from his mouth to speak, but he made no effort to stop pumping his dick - he was too close to seriously consider stopping just because he had an audience now. Plus, he knew Shake was even worse of an exhibitionist, so he had no room to talk.
“Do you ever fucking knock! You're- invalidating the results, you bitch," Frylock panted, his face heating up despite his own sharp words.
"Huh?" The guy's brain was totally disinterested in processing anything but the erotic scene presented to him.
"Fuck's sake! Close the d- door!"
Shake just gaped at him, groping for the door handle behind himself while he kept his eyes glued to Frylock. He managed to shut the door and fumbled blindly with the lock. Frylock had his eyes squeezed shut, focusing on the overwhelming sensations in his body.
"Can I help?" Shake asked faux-casually. Frylock's dark eyes flew open again.
"What?"
He swallowed.
"Can I help you, uh… come?"
"You can help me by- ahh - bringing the tissues over here," Frylock forced out, his body jerking up as he triggered another small shock. Strangely, having Shake's attention on him was just making the experience more intense, and he felt the tension of his orgasm coiling deep in his abdomen.
“You… look like you really enjoy that…” Shake commented, his voice thick with poorly masked want.
“I swear to god, if you ever mention this, I will strangle y-you. Tissues, now,” He managed to respond. Shake licked his lips. Instead of walking towards the box of Kleenex on the bedside table, he moved closer to Frylock, who now wondered what the hell was about to happen. His hand slowed as Shake approached.
“Shake? The hell are you doing?”
“Shut up! I'm being helpful,” Shake hissed, his heartbeat secretly thudding against his ribs as he steadied himself with a hand on either one of Frylock's thighs. He knelt down between his spread legs and leaned in towards Frylock's erection, face tilted up, expectant.
"Are you- oh," Frylock gasped softly, finally grasping the situation despite his mind-numbing arousal. He quickly resumed stroking himself.
"Good boy. Open that pretty mouth for me," he said hungrily, his voice taut with the need to finish.
Shake did as he was told. His tongue glistened with salivation. Frylock's pulse peaked and his fingers shook as he prepared to send the current through himself one final time.
As soon as he touched the meter to his piercing, Frylock's brain short-circuited. All he could comprehend was the unbearable tightness in every muscle, the soft wetness of Shake's tongue grazing the tip of his cock, his thighs tensing against the chair. His whole body thrummed as he came harder than he ever had. He didn't hear the desperate, wanton wail from his own lips, but Shake did. Frylock went limp.
He recovered gradually, breathing deep, slumped back in the chair, vaguely aware that his overstimulated nipples would hurt for at least the next day. He set the meter pen down on the desk and looked down between his legs.
He'd somehow managed to avoid cumming on Shake's heavy-lidded hazel eyes and most of his hair, but the rest of his face was a mess, spattered with his load. It was an attractive look on Shake. Of course, Frylock wouldn't tell him that - he'd still ruined a controlled experiment, and didn't deserve any praise, even if he'd offered his pretty face up as a cumrag.
“Not. A. Word,” Frylock huffed, finally switching off the megohmmeter.