Late Nights (humanizations are supposed to look like KiraiRei's work on Deviant Art.)

Words: 1,530

Mordecai couldn't have been more mad at himself.

The thing he was doing was bad, oh God was it bad, on so many levels. He was so disappointed in himself, the shame bubbling up inside him like a cauldron. What was he was doing was wrong - it almost felt illegal even- yet he had been doing it for almost two months straight, every night, no hesitation.

And that's what was wrong; the continuation of it.

He was disgusted in himself, because this thing he was doing was towards his friend. His best friend even. It made the matter all the more worse than it was. Every night he tell him to stop, to stop thinking about Rigby in that way because it was so fucking wrong.

But, sadly, tonight was no exception to Mordecai's horrible cycle. Like always, he woke at 2 am in a sweat. His boxers were damp and his hair was sticking to his forehead like glue. He rubbed his eyes in realization, ugh of fucking course.

Wet dreams got the best of everyone, even Mordecai. He felt like a teenager again; waking up with an painfully awful erection then running to the shower to clean himself. It was a cycle he'd grown accustomed to as a teen but now, now that he knew was sex was, know that he knew how good it felt to have an orgasm, he didn't want to go back to that cycle, especially as an adult. Picture it: a grown ass man can't take care of himself, he'd be a laughing stock.

Slyly, he looked over at his small best friend who was sleeping, oblivious to visit friend's situation. He smiled as he heard soft snores coming from the younger. He frowned slightly, fuck, that's weird: smiling at your snoring best friend. Yeah, weird. He ruffled his long, blue fohawk as he got up and walked slowly to the bathroom.

Mordecai doesn't remember when the dreams started, but once they did, the never stopped. It was strange, having to see Rigby ride him in his dreams and then seeing him flirt with Eileen the next morning. It was hard to look at that sometimes, because of how awkward it was and how jealous he'd get. What Rigby saw in that girl was something Mordecai never understood, especially after what happened last year.

Mordecai scowled, remembering. Eileen had cheated on Rigby last year with Jeremy and Mordecai had never felt the urge to beat up a girl until then. How could she?, he'd think. Rigby was one hell of a guy and had working his balls off to ask her out and that was how she repaid him? He remembers Rigby crying in his cheats, and resisting the urge to kiss all of the tan colored boy's tears away.

Somehow, he forgave Eileen and she apologized for being 'inconsiderate of his feelings'. Fucking bitch.

By the time he got to the bathroom, he'd almost forgot why he was there, he was mad at Eileen. His pulsing member reminded him quickly and he groaned, closing the door.

Mordecai couldn't look at himself doing these things -Who could?- so he left the lights off. He breathed through his nose heavily, pushing down his boxers as he erection sprang free.

Covering his eyes with one hand and taking his cock in the other, he sighed, trying to recall his dream.

He remembered this dream more clearly. In this dream, Rigby was beneath him shaking and moaning softly. It was weird looking at his friend like this, his soft expressions and small hands snaking up and down his body cluelessly. He was kissing the smaller boy, and weirdly, Mordecai could feel Rigby tongue fighting with his as he squirmed around Mordecai's fingers.

Mordecai found himself to be passionate and voracious lover in his dreams, always touching and whispering at Rigby almost like he couldn't even fathom that this was happening.

And it's not. Reality smacked him in the face a lot as soon as he woke up and that was a lot to deal with every fucking day for two months. Mordecai sigh, still stroking his member, trying to recall his thoughts.

Where was he? Oh yeah. He remembers pulling away from Rigby's sun kissed lips and a trail of saliva following him. Rigby calls his name like a fucking prayer and that's when he pulls his fingers out and thrusts himself inside without any warning.

Mordecai strokes faster, minding drifting as he thinks about how tight and warm Rigby must feel around him. The boy in his dreams crys out loudly and his blunt names attack Mordecai's back. At this, Mordecai bites his lips in real life so hard they almost bleed. He looks at Rigby's tightly shut eyes and kissed his beautifully red cheeks softly. Rigby wrapped his arms around his neck tightly and whispers "Move..." in Mordecai's ear and he fucking loses it. He pulls out until nothing is left inside Rigby and pushes everything back in, earning a beautiful scream from the boy beneath him.

Mordecai bucks his hips, remembering. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He can he Rigby's moans and he can hear the slapping of the skin his making. For a second, he forgets his jacking off and tries to imagine what it'd be like actually fucking Rigby. He groans, "Oh, fuck." and uses his other hand to fondle his balls.

In his dream, he's jacking Rigby off to the rhythm of his own hips. Rigby can't form sentences, all he says is "Mordecai, Mordecai, Mordecai..!" and, dammit, why does Rigby sound so real? He can't think about that now, Mordecai feels his orgasm quickly approaching. His heart is beating so fast he swears it'll fall out of his chest any moment. Rigby kisses Mordecai as he whimpers and suddenly, Rigby's coming inside Mordecai's hand and bucking his hips.

Mordecai can't think as his orgasm hits him hard and makes his head buck back hard against the door. He bites his bottom lip hard, it starts to bleed. He groans almost too loudly as he cums hard on the bathroom tiles.

When he finally regains his consciousness, he turns on the light and grabs a pair of new boxers he keeps in the top cabinet. He gets a couple of paper towels and leans down to clean up his mess.

Mordecai sighs as he looks at himself in the mirror as he washes his hands. You're pretty fucked up, dude. He sighs and says "Yeah, I know." then shuts off the water. He shuts the lights off and walks back to his shared bedroom.

He climbs into bed and quietly says, "Sorry Rigby."

Though he's not expecting a response, he gets one, "For what?"

At this, Mordecai almost screams as he sits up and turns around to find Rigby wide awake and on his computer. "Holy shit, dude you can't scare me like that." Rigby chuckles at this and asked him again.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Rigby starts typing for a while then says, "If this about you getting off in the bathroom, I don't mind, dude."

Mordecai is horrified and can't speak, mouth open and eyes wide. Holy shit he hears me, he knows, he knows, fucking hell, he's gonna hate me forever. Still not quite believing it, he laughs lightheartedly at Rigby's accusation. "What are talking about, man?"

Rigby sighs. "It's cool, dude, trust me. Everyone does it, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I won't make fun of you for it," Mordecai feels the pit in his stomach as he turns and looks at Rigby's slightly illuminated face. "H-how'd you find out?"

The other snorts and continues typing, "I'm not an idiot dude. Every night you wake up at 2 and come back at 2:45 sighing. Then I hear groaning in the bathroom. I just put two and two together, it wasn't hard."

Does he not know that I'm jacking off to him? "Ha, yeah. I didn't mean to wake you though, dude, so I'm sorry."

Rigby shrugs at that, "Like I said, I don't mind. In all honesty-" oh fuck, here it comes... "I think you should tell Margaret. She could help you."

Oh. Oh. The weight on Mordecai's shoulders is lifted; Rigby thinks he jacking off to Margaret. Thank God, the girl was useful for something for the first time. Mordecai laughs, it almost sounds too forced, and says "Yah, Margaret. Well, goodnight dude. Thanks for being understanding and all the hat sappy shit."

Rigby laughs and says "no problem," softly and going back to typing.

Mordecai closes his eyes tightly, thanking everything above that his friend didn't know that he was infatuated with him.

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