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The pungent stench of alcohol and cigarettes hung heavy in the air, suffocating the small apartment with its harsh cloud and permeating into the furniture. A TV sat in the corner, emanating an ambient static sound to pair with the flickering black and white screen. Jimmy, sat on the couch with a foot bouncing and scarred arms crossed over his chest, glanced up at the clock.
“Fucking useless,” he spat, kicking away an empty bottle with a frustrated grunt. It rolled across the floor, colliding into a pile of excess garbage with a clink. “Where the fuck is he?”
He choked down another swig from his bottle, coughing as the solution burnt his throat. He gulped down even more, if only just to chase the feeling.
Jimmy’s head spun with his deluded explanations. Curly’s probably off who-knows-where, balls deep into some woman he hardly knows, he snarled to himself. After everything I’ve done for him, too. That useless piece of shit.
Bile bubbled at the base of his throat. Maybe he’s drunk off his mind. I hope he crashed his fucking car. I hope he went up in flames and I never have to see him again.
Seconds meandered along as his stomach churned ferociously. He chugged the rest of the bottle, tossing the discarded glass into the pile at his feet. Before he knew it, he was uncapping a fresh one and taking a swig.
Piece of shit. Leaving me here all by myself. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
Jimmy was thrust back into consciousness when the doorknob clicked open.
“Jim?” Curly greeted quietly, disrobing his coat and stepping over the mountain of empty booze bottles. He gasped, “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Where the fuck have you been?” Jimmy leaped to his feet, until he realized his shirt was logged down with spit-up liquor. “Oh. Wow, thanks for that.”
“Did you get sick again? I told you not to drink more than two bottles.” He approached Jimmy softly, reaching a large palm to his shoulder. He smacked the pale hand away.
“This is all your fault. If you had just been home at the right time, you could’ve stopped me from drinking so much.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Where have you been?” he growled even louder. “Off fucking some woman, huh? Sleeping around like a goddamn whore? You sure don’t need your old friend Jimmy anymore, not with all those skimpy pieces of ass hunting you down all the time!”
“Jimmy, stop. You know it’s not like that.”
“Then what were you doing?” He swung his accusatory gaze towards the clock. “It’s 3 AM!”
“I met up with an old friend from school, actually.”
“Oh, I’m sure. I bet he pounded your ass way better than I ever could.”
“Jimmy! Let me talk!” Curly scolded, his eyes narrowing. “You remember Nathan, right?”
“Sure.”
“He works as a space pilot now, for some freighter company. He actually offered me an internship so I can learn how to be a flight captain!” His blue eyes rounded with excitement. The sight singed Jimmy’s chest with a molten rage. “It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of.”
“Always on to bigger and better,” he scoffed. “Just another excuse to finally get rid of me, huh?”
“Actually…” Jimmy wanted to smack the grin off of his face. “I was thinking, if I became a captain, you could be my co-pilot!”
He hooked a brow, eyeing Curly distrustfully.
“Don’t give me that look. I think this could be good for us.” He held Jimmy’s sticky, calloused hands in his own. “We’d be together all the time, just like we always wanted.”
As Jimmy coughed up more beer onto his shirt, Curly pulled away with a concerned grimace. “We can talk about this in the morning,” he assured. “I think you should go rest, you don’t look so good.”
“I’m fine,” he gagged. “You still owe me, you know.”
“Owe you what?”
“God. You really don’t know what day it is, huh?”
“Oh, right.” He paused to clear his throat, rubbing at his eyes. “Jim, I’m sorry. Can we push it back to tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow!? I’ve been waiting for hours. Are you really gonna do this to me right now?”
“It’s just… you’ve been drinking so much. I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking advantage of you like this.”
Jimmy scoffed, removing his acid-soaked shirt and tossing it onto the floor. “I’m sober.”
“…Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he hiccupped. “I don’t feel drunk. Use your damn breathalyzer if you need to.”
Curly sighed, hunching forward. “Okay, if you insist.” He flashed Jimmy a tired, yet genuine, smile.
The two headed into Jimmy’s room, eyeing the disheveled mess of a bed. Tipped-over bottles and grease-ridden pizza boxes speckled the stained carpet. Certainly not the… pinnacle of romance, but Curly was just happy to feel desirable.
“Why don’t you go get prepped, then? Don’t take too long, though.” Jimmy stretched as he shuffled out of his jeans, letting them fall at his feet. He clumsily discarded them one leg at a time.
“Sure.” Curly tugged off his shirt, then paused as he held the hem of his pants. “Hey, erm, actually… could I ask you something?”
“Hm?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, it’s not that I don’t enjoy the stuff we do together. Not at all! I mean, I do look forward to it every week. But…”
“But…?”
“Erm… I guess I was just wondering if I could top this time?”
“You’re joking.”
“Uh, well, it’s just that…” Curly paused to clear his throat. “Last time was a bit… rough… even by your usual standards.” He rubbed his lower back. “I’m still quite sore.”
Jimmy scoffed.
“And- you don’t have to bottom if you don’t want to, of course! Otherwise I don’t mind doing something else for you…?”
“You’re the worst,” he sneered. “I can’t believe you would ask me such a thing. For fuck’s sake, I’m not a faggot like you.”
Curly flinched. “Jim, I told you, I really don’t appreciate words like that.”
“Either you let me fuck you now, or you can go find somewhere else to sleep, for all I care.”
Curly sighed, defeated. “Okay, fine. Just, please, be gentle, okay? You really did a number on me last time.”
Jimmy coughed up more liquor. It dripped from his chapped lips and trickled down his chin, burning the skin as it trailed along.
“Are you sure you want to do this tonight? I think it’d be best for both of us if we just pushed it back.”
“Go get prepped, I’m fine.” He waved a hand dismissively as he shuffled out of his boxers.
“Alright.” Curly turned to him with a grin, his pale cheeks flushing pink. “I’ll be back, then.”
Jimmy sprawled out onto his bed, kicking away the stained sheets. He pulled out a porn magazine, hastily flipping through it as he began stroking himself. He grumbled under his breath as he did so.
“Okay, erm, I should be good to go.” Curly stepped into the room, naked and erect, as he rubbed an arm cautiously. “Again, just, please be gentle?”
“I heard you the first dozen times. Get over here.” He slipped the magazine behind his bed and sat up, eagerly accepting Curly’s tongue into his mouth. Jimmy laid back, letting his lover straddle him as their lips connected in a tussle.
Jimmy was never particularly thrilled about kissing another man. Maybe if he was clean-shaven it wouldn’t be so bad, but it was impossible to pretend otherwise when course, blond hair prickled against Jimmy’s face.
It was worth enduring, though. Especially when he pulled away and saw the warm, loving look in that cerulean gaze. The look that screamed, “I’m all yours. Use me as you please.” Yeah. It was worth it.
“Jim…” Curly groaned into his open mouth. “I think I’m ready for you.” When Jimmy opened his eyes, he saw Curly’s hand reaching back behind him, his fingers slick with lube.
“Don’t just sit there, then,” he smirked. He thrust his hips up in desperation, sliding himself between Curly’s cheeks.
“You want me to ride?”
“I know you're just going to complain if I do anything, so why not?”
“Alright,” he breathed.
Jimmy shuddered as the large hand wrapped gently around his cock. He gave a few quick, teasing strokes to spread the fluid along, before drawing it forward and pressing it against his warm skin.
Curly was moving slowly. Agonizingly so. It took the restraint of every last muscle in Jimmy’s body to stop from thrusting up into him right then and there. He, mortifyingly, let out a needy, desperate groan, which Curly took great joy in.
“You really can’t wait much longer, huh?” he purred.
“Fuck off.”
“It’s okay, Jim.” He trailed a finger delicately along Jimmy’s bare chest. “I’m almost ready. Maybe just… a few seconds more…? I’m still getting warmed up.” Curly’s grip tightened against Jimmy’s cock.
“You’re the worst,” he snarled, even if the way his face crinkled betrayed his true enjoyment.
Curly twitched his hips with a grin, finally letting the tip brush against his entrance… only to pull away once again.
“If you keep doing that, I swear to fucking-”
“Hey, hey, relax. I’m just having a bit of fun with you,” Curly chirped, giving an infuriatingly innocent grin. “I know you love it.”
“You’re rotten.” He knows me too well. That fucking asshole. I hope he burns.
With a fluid rolling of his hips, Curly finally took Jimmy’s length inside of him. The desperation and longing boiled hot in his gut, and now the steam trickled out in a thin cloud. He thrust his hips slightly, scrambling for another modicum of relief within his lovingly tender insides.
Only… something was wrong. A little twitching or a few tears wasn’t anything unusual, but Curly was trembling almost erratically. His groans didn’t sound breathy with pleasure, they sounded sharp and shuddering. Jimmy couldn’t be sure Curly could even move.
“Curly?”
“I-I- I’m so sorry, Jim, I- I told you, it hurts…”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I think I need to…”
Jimmy sat up on his forearms and lifted Curly off of him. Disappointment clouded his vision as his pleasure was ripped out from under him, the billowing steam forced back into its restrictive container.
“It’s fine.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Are you okay?”
“I think so.” Curly sighed, slouching over. “I knew this wasn’t a good idea.”
“Now what? I waited long enough for you to come home,” he spat. “Now I don’t even get the satisfaction of finishing?”
Curly rubbed soothingly at his lower spine. “Erm… I might have another solution.”
Jimmy’s blood ran cold. “If you say what I think you’re going to say…”
He flashed a pleading look.
“No.”
“Oh come on, don’t be like that.” Curly nudged Jimmy’s arm. “I know it’s weird at first, but-”
“I told you. I’m not a f- …I’m not like that.”
“Like… what?” he crooked a brow, his expression falling.
Jimmy took a breath. “It just doesn’t sound… enjoyable to me.” He plucked each word carefully as he spoke, eyeing Curly’s face the whole time.
“You might surprise yourself.” He held Jimmy’s shoulders with two hands. “Please? Won’t you at least try it? If you hate it, or if it hurts, just… uhh… just tap twice, okay? I’ll stop, I promise.”
Jimmy evidently couldn’t hide the disgusted, horrified grimace that spread across his face. Kissing another man was bad enough, now this? Who does Curly think I am, for fuck’s sake?
Still, he mulled over the idea in his mind, tossing the possibilities around. It seemed to stick in his mind like a burr to skin. He tried to shake it off, but it was too stubborn. Hooked into the follicles, nestled within the epidermis.
You can’t let him do this, Jim, he told himself as he shoved it away. Regardless, the spines pricked away every other thought until there was just one remaining. One that stood out like a white rat in a dark alleyway. One that permeated his mind like a spreading rot. A venomous feeling he could hardly recognize as desire.
It must’ve been the alcohol doing this. It had to be, it was the only explanation that made any sort of sense. Jimmy would never want this otherwise. Of course he wouldn’t.
“Well?” Curly’s anticipatory voice burst through the clouds of his mind.
Jimmy met his curious gaze. “Fine,” he snarled. “I’ll let you top.”
“Wh- really?”
“Don’t make me change my mind.”
“I’m just… I’m shocked you actually agreed to this.” Curly was tapping his fingers while beaming the widest grin. The sight filled Jimmy’s stomach with scathing fury.
“You know, on second thought…”
“Hey, don’t be like that, Jim, really. It feels weird at first, but you’ll like it eventually, I promise.”
“Okay.”
“And if you don’t,” Curly tapped a finger twice against Jimmy’s knee. He recoiled from the touch.
“Don’t make me regret this,” Jimmy huffed.
“I won’t.” Curly reached for the lube. “Can I get you prepped first?”
He shuddered at the sight of his slicked fingers. Dumbass. Why did you agree to this? Fucking idiot.
“…Okay.”
“Could you lay down for me?”
“Just because you’re topping doesn’t mean you get to push and pull me around,” he sneered, begrudgingly leaning back onto the bed.
“Could you- ah…”
“What now?”
“It’s just, erm, I need easy access to your, er…”
“You’re horrible,” he scoffed, “you’re terrible and rotten.” Still, he flipped over onto his belly. “Ugh. Is this… okay?” Jimmy startled at the way his voice trembled, until he noticed the swarming anxiety fluttering in his gut.
Fuck.
“Yes, perfect.”
“No, wait.” He rolled back around, instead opting to lay on his back and spread his legs apart, bearing all of himself to Curly.
This is humiliating.
“I’d prefer it like this. I want to watch what you’re doing.” He narrowed his eyes.
“That’s fine!” Curly chirped, clearly oblivious to, or just ignoring, his partner’s nerves. “Okay, just relax. It’ll be harder for the both of us if you’re all tense.”
“I can handle it just fine,” he spat, “thanks.”
Curly slotted himself between Jimmy’s legs, squirting more lube onto his slick fingers and rubbing the substance onto them. Jimmy’s heart leaped into his throat as his hands continued to tremble. His gaze drifted to the half-empty alcohol bottle on the nightstand.
“Could you…”
Curly followed his gaze, then flashed a stern look. “You’ve had enough tonight,” he scolded. “Are you feeling anxious? It’s okay to be-”
“Of course not. I’m fine.”
He hooked a brow, but chose not to press. “I’m going to touch you now, okay?”
Jimmy worried at his lip as Curly reached down between his legs. He eyed him cautiously, monitoring every movement, studying his expression.
“Agh!” he yelped, recoiling into himself as a warm, wet fingertip made contact. “What the fuck?”
“Jim, I didn’t even put it in yet.”
“Of- of course. I knew that,” he scoffed. “Just warn me first, okay?”
Curly rolled his eyes with a smile. “Jimmy, I’m going to finger you now. Is that alright?”
Jimmy shuddered, snarling up at his lover. “Yes, that’s fine,” he spit through clenched teeth.
Curly leaned over him, connecting their lips into another kiss. Their tongues lapped at each other eagerly, and Jimmy felt the tension fleeing his muscles. He leaned back, enjoying the sensations.
He flinched once a finger made contact again, but Curly didn’t pull away. He continued swirling his tongue around, taking control of the encounter and restraining Jimmy, even if gently.
Jimmy gasped and squirmed as the large digit breached his insides. “Just relax,” he whispered into Jimmy’s mouth. “It gets easier over time.”
“Okay,” he panted as drool spilled down his chin.
He shifted his body around the intrusion, taking in the unfamiliar feeling. Weird was an understatement, but it certainly wasn’t… unpleasant. With a deep breath, he relaxed himself and met Curly’s gaze.
“Don’t look so proud of yourself. I didn’t say I was enjoying it.”
“I know. Can I put it in deeper?”
“…I guess.”
God. This is weird.
Curly coaxed Jimmy into another deep kiss. A finger prodded gently along his inner walls, trailing up deeper and deeper. Jimmy squirmed and groaned into Curly’s mouth, huffing through his nose like an angered bull.
“Let me know if one spot feels better than the others.”
“Well, you definitely haven’t found it yet.”
He rubbed delicately, trailing along the skin in search of… something? He seemed so focused, moving with intention. As if one wrong motion would distract him, and they’d have to start all over. He was so calculated, too, noting exactly how far he was going, down to the skin fold on his knuckle. …But what on earth was he searching for?
“Hhnnn…” Jimmy moaned, his body jolting in surprise. “Wh-what the fuck? What did you just do?”
“Bullseye.”
He spotted precum drizzling out of his tip. Even worse, he was fully erect now. Just from that? A pleasurable point inside his asshole, of all things? Does that really exist?
“What the fuck did you just do to me?”
“That’s what I was looking for,” Curly purred. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“…No. You just surprised me.”
“It felt good, I know it did. Now I just need to find it again.”
“If you must.” He fought off the way his heart swelled in his chest. The hot steam of his body poured out in a thin line, and the desperation for the lid to be removed grew only stronger. Horrifyingly, he wanted Curly to touch that spot again. And again and again and again. He shuddered at the realization.
His finger dove back in eagerly, leaping straight for the same area as before. This time, he found the spot right away. Jimmy arched his back, the pleasure surging down his spine and leaving him trembling, desperate for more.
Curly seemed content at that. He circled his finger along the inner rim, poking and prodding this way and that, torturously avoiding the place he knew was Jimmy’s worst weakness.
“I’m gonna add a second finger, love.”
Jimmy nodded, biting his lip at the new intrusion. He rocked his hips, growing antsy for release as the fingers circled and rubbed relentlessly inside him. He persuaded them deeper, deeper, deeper, begging to wring all of the pleasure out of them.
“Agh, fuck!” Jimmy groaned when Curly gently scissored his fingers apart. “Ow.”
“Sorry,” Curly huffed, his voice dripping with a husk arousal. The sound practically froze Jimmy in his tracks. “Do you need more lube?”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
“So are you,” he grinned. Curly drew a wet fingertip across Jimmy’s slit, collecting the precum before it could trickle down his length. “This wasn’t here before.”
“You’re terrible.”
“I might be.” He flashed a mischievous grin.
“You fucker,” he snarled. “You’ve been avoiding it on purpose, haven’t you?”
“If you admit you like it, I’ll touch your prostate again.”
Jimmy reached behind him to grab a pillow and launch it into Curly’s face. The blond erupted into a raucous laughter, keeling over into himself.
“Jim, there’s no shame in it. Lots of men do anal stuff!”
“You’re the worst,” he groaned. “If you really need to hear it from me, then… fine.” He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I like it. Keep going,” Jimmy finally spat, deadpanned and hushed. Thankfully, his true desire didn’t quite seep into his words.
Satisfied, Curly surged back in with a pointer and middle finger, reaching straight for his prostate. Jimmy gasped and shuddered, biting his cheek to stop humiliating noises from spilling out. Steam billowed out, the cloud only growing larger as Curly leaned over him.
“Can I leave marks?” he breathed onto Jimmy’s neck.
“Make me bleed.”
He lapped eagerly, sinking his teeth into the soft, hair-speckled flesh. He twitched as if electrocuted, the hot lightning of pain burning his body.
“Deeper.”
Sharp canines finally pierced the skin, revealing warm, red liquid that trickled down and pooled at his collarbone. Jimmy hissed as his nerves were set ablaze. Hot tears boiled his skin as they flooded out. It was perfect.
“Is that okay? Should I keep going?”
Jimmy simply nodded, so Curly enthusiastically got back to work. He left a few more bloody marks while his other hand rubbed mercilessly at Jimmy’s prostate. The pleasure ravaged his body, leaving him a jumbled mess. Jubilant tears stained his cheeks as the precum drooled out of him. The blood trailed down his throat, leaving a sticky red path in its wake. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m gonna cum,” Jimmy warned.
Curly paused abruptly, pulling away and halting his fingers. Whining, Jimmy twitched and trembled erratically as he fought to catch his breath.
“Wh- what the fuck was that for? Why’d you stop?”
“I can’t let you cum so soon. We were going to go further, remember?”
Jimmy sniffled, wiping his wet cheeks. “Ugh. Right.” He eyed Curly’s large, twitching cock. “Is that even going to fit…?”
“Sure it will.”
As the two sat up, Curly reached for the bottle of lube once again. He squirted a good amount onto his hands and slathered it along his length, paying careful attention to his tip. He groaned and shivered in desperation as he did so, the tender noises jumping straight to Jimmy’s cock.
“I can’t wait to feel you, Jim…” he purred. “You felt so good on my fingers.”
“You disgust me.”
“Do you want to sit on all fours? It might feel better that way.”
“Like a dog? Uh, no, I’m fine like this.”
“Alright, we can do it missionary. Just, here.” Curly reached for the same pillow hurled at him earlier, and he nestled it beneath Jimmy’s lumbar. “This’ll make it easier.”
“Alright…” he sighed, the anxiety flooding back into him. “And if I don’t like it, you’ll stop?”
“Of course. I’ll finger you instead.”
Curly lifted Jimmy’s thighs, spreading his legs and exposing all of his opening. Precum formed a small puddle above his naval where his cock lay.
“On three, I’m going to put the tip in.” He leaned over Jimmy until their foreheads touched. One hand remained lifting his leg, while the other was planted on the pillow next to his head. “One… two… three.”
Curly rolled his hips forward, inserting the tip of his cock inside. Jimmy squirmed around it, getting himself used to the bigger intrusion. Oh, that’s kind of nice. It’s not too much different than a few fingers. He could take this, no problem.
The two connected into another deep kiss, lapping at each other eagerly. Curly slowly pushed through the resistance of tight muscles, monitoring the way Jimmy gasped and grunted into his mouth. His fingernails dug into the bare skin on Curly’s shoulders.
“Oh my god,” Jimmy moaned shakily once Curly slid himself all the way in. So full, he thought hopelessly, all other words evading him.
“Does it hurt?”
More tears welled in the corner of his hazel eyes. “Yes,” he huffed. “It’s… good.” His words barely escaped between sharp breaths.
“I’m going to start moving, okay?”
His strong thrust rattled Jimmy’s ribcage and knocked the air out of his lungs. He couldn’t bite back the guttural moan that brewed in his chest and burst through his lips.
“You feel so good,” Curly purred, his hot breath billowing out onto Jimmy’s face. “I’m so glad you’re actually letting me do this. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it,” he groaned. Still, he rocked his hips, chasing the motion that Curly was painfully denying him.
“I just… I like you so much. You’ve been the only one here for me for so long, and… and I don’t know what I’d do without you. Who I’d be without you, and-”
Jimmy clasped a hand over Curly’s mouth. “I don’t need your life story.” A grin escaped onto his face. “Are you gonna keep fucking me, or what? You wanted this, you’d better make it count.”
“Yes, sorry.” A dazzling, adoring light swam through his bright, blue eyes.
This is worth it.
Curly slowly started thrusting, electrifying Jimmy’s body with each motion as he pressed deeper and deeper inside of him. Before he knew it, Jimmy heard his own moans echoing back from the empty walls. The metal bedframe repeatedly collided with the drywall, chipping away the paint and filling the room with rusty squeals.
“You’re so hot, so tight,” Curly murmured breathlessly, not shy about making his pleasure known. “You’re so good, Jimmy.”
“Fuck…” Jimmy gyrated his hips to match Curly’s movements, persuading him in deeper, deeper, as deep as humanly possible. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Curly…”
“You’re so good,” Curly cried between his deep moans.
“Make it hurt,” Jimmy hiccupped.
“H-huh? How can I…” Experimentally, he tried a harsher thrust, the slap of their skin together growing deafening.
“Yes, yes! Yes… God, yes…” Jimmy would feel humiliated by his actions… if it weren’t for the overwhelming pleasure crashing over him. It was hard to think of much else, really. Nothing but Curly’s stupid, handsome face and his dumb blond hair. His perfectly toned body with massive pecs, that fucker. That piece of shit. That stupid sexy perfect piece of shit.
Fuck.
Unabashedly, he let himself melt into Curly’s body. Trembling hands found solace against his back. Thighs clenched tight around his hips, keeping him inside and close. He probably looked like a woman, held down in a pose like this. Being fucked like this, being dominated. Used. Owned.
A large hand wrapped gently around Jimmy’s cock and began pumping his length, while sharp teeth sunk deep into the side of his neck. A familiar feeling coiled hot within his gut after just a few strokes.
“Go on,” Curly coaxed into the newly opened wound, “I’m almost there, too.”
As if awaiting for some sort of permission, Jimmy released himself, the cloud of euphoria blacking out his vision and sending him soaring. It felt different from any orgasm he’d experienced before. He clenched his muscles, clawing Curly’s back with his dulled nails.
As the room faded back in around him, he realized Curly was kissing him. He kissed back, detecting the sharp taste of blood on his tongue. His insides were growing sore.
“Thank you, Jim,” he breathed into his mouth. “Thank you.”
“You’ll be lucky if I ever let you do that again,” he snorted.
“I already consider myself lucky.”
He pulled out, a thick line of semen dribbling out of Jimmy and running down his leg. Horror struck through his heart.
“When did you- Oh, for fuck’s sake. You couldn’t have pulled out? Now I have to clean this shit up. Thanks for that.”
“It’s not so bad. Besides, I’m just returning a favor, I suppose.”
“I’m going to the bathroom to get this out of me,” he grumbled, pulling himself to his feet. Though, he quickly lost balance as his legs quivered beneath his weight. Curly reached out to catch him.
“Why don’t you just let me do it?”
Jimmy sneered, but lied back down anyway. “I guess so. It’s the least you could do.”
He snickered, leaping to his feet and bounding into the bathroom. Of course he’s still energized even after all that. He quickly came back out with a wet rag and a satisfied look on his face.
“I do really appreciate you letting me do this,” Curly sighed as he drew the towel along Jimmy’s thighs. “That was really great. Was it good for you, too?”
He paused for a moment, his gaze darting across Curly’s face and picking apart his expression. He just looked so happy, a genuine joy he hadn’t seen in a long time, not since they were younger.
“Well, my dignity is long gone by now, so I might as well be honest,” Jimmy murmured, his expression softening. “It was really good. I don’t think I’ve cummed like that, ever.”
As beaming pride illuminated Curly’s chiseled, sweaty face, Jimmy wished he could take it back. At least, until he saw the intense glow of love and adoration swimming through his soft gaze.
“I love you,” Curly purred, squeezing Jimmy’s hand. “I love you so much.” He planted a kiss on his cheek, which Jimmy begrudgingly leaned in to.
“I love you, too, Curls.”
His body language turned shy for a moment. “Hey, erm, do you think we could do this again tomorrow night?”
“You’re joking, right? I don’t even think I could sit until Monday.”
“Finally got a taste of your own medicine, huh?” he snickered. “How do you think I feel when you make such a wreck of me all the time?”
“You love it.”
“Of course I do.”
Curly tossed the soiled washrag into the corner of the room, then contently curled himself onto Jimmy’s chest. They shared a few brief, sleepy kisses under the flickering, overhead light.
It wasn’t long until Curly’s snores reverberated through the room, sending deep, rippling vibrations through Jimmy’s torso. He reached out for the half-empty bottle on the nightstand.
He relished in the warm weight of Curly’s body, the endorphins pumping through his neurons, and the milky haze of an all-nighter, waiting for the sun to poke out from the dark horizon. He pulled his arm away, planting it on Curly’s back. No, he didn’t need more booze. Maybe this was enough for now.
Despite inwardly cursing his insomniatic nature, he enjoyed the intimate peace of the awakening daylight.