"Brooo-"

"I said don't fucking do that!" He snapped, trying to look at anything -ANYTHING- other than his friend right now.

"Sorry just, I've neve-"

"We agreed, God damn it dude!" He never thought it would come to this, but the witch's curse was very clear. Jeff had to cum by midnight, or he'd die.

Of course she had to also make his arms not work.

"G-greg, thanks dude. You're saving my li-iii--ife!"

Greg just kept pumping, determination on his face as he found just the right spot on the wall to stare at that he could focus more on his task.

"Fuck, dude! N-N... No hommmooooooooo!"
Jeff's curse was lifted.

They brofisted, after Greg used more soap on his hand than he'd ever used before. Resuming their beers and Call of Duty night.