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"So, what do you have planned?" The blonde asked as the two men walked into the brunette's apartment. Curly had just gotten off work, and given the occasion, Jimmy decided to offer to (more like passive aggressively told him he would) pick him up from work. He thought it was bullshit that the company wouldn't give their hardest working employee a day off for his birthday, but Curly didn't seem to care, so Jimmy didn't mention it much. Curly closed the door behind them as Jimmy immediately walked over to his fridge. "You haven't really given me much to guess off of."
"I..." Jimmy silenced himself as he pulled out a can of beer. "Fuck, I'm gonna need another drink for this..." He mumbled, suddenly slightly flustered. The can opened with a sharp hiss, and less than a nanosecond later, it was against Jimmy's lips as he emptied its contents into his mouth.
Curly gave a frown. "I'd really rather you don't drink to-" He paused for a moment before his eyebrows twitched and knitted with worry. "Wait, did you just say another— were you drunk and driving?" The tone was less accusatory and angry and more concerned and disappointed.
Jimmy pulled the already half emptied can away from his lips, rolling his eyes dismissively. "Please. I wasn't even tipsy. Why do you think I needed another drink?"
"Why did you need to drink in the first place."
"....." Jimmy turned away. He walked toward his bedroom. "Just.... give me a second.." He entered the room and closed the door before Curly could attempt to ask what was going on. So, Curly did all he could. Which was as he was told. Wait.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was questioning every single choice he's made in his life. He doesn't know which one, but at least one of them lead to this moment.
Jimmy was broke. He barely got enough to live on from unemployment. The fact he still has an apartment is a miracle with how many times he's been ungodly late on his rent. Food seemed like an option half the time.
Needless to say, he did not have enough money to buy Curly a gift. He looked at the roll of red ribbon on his bed. Hell, he could barely afford that. But he couldn't just give Curly nothing. He'd be damned if Curly got another reason, more ammunition to call him a bad friend. To be superior to him in yet another way.
He... also wanted to give Curly something, he guessed.
He stared down that roll of red ribbon and bit his lip. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he knew Curly would want this. He knew Curly wouldn't tell anyone. Because he wasn't that kind of guy, as much as Jimmy hated to admit that. Admit that Curly was actually a decent guy with morals and ethics, unlike him.
Slowly, he stripped himself of his clothes. First the black jacket. Then, the white shirt. He lazy kicked his shoes off. The pants and underwear came off as one. He was starting to feel the buzz of all the alcohol he's ingested. Finally. Perfect timing.
He grabbed the ribbon and scissors, grumbling to himself as his face started to heat up. Actually, his body started to heat up. "Stupid fucking.... weirdo. Dumbass fucking birthday. Who gives a fuck about gifts anyway?" His grumbles didn't hinder his actions though. Sloppily, he wrapped the ribbon around his body like the tutorial explained online. This is far harder than he expected it to be. Though, he supposed that was on him for being inebriated during this.
After a few tries, and several minutes, he finally got it right. Every detail, down to the ribbon tied around his balls into a bow at his base. It felt weird having ribbon all over his body. He picked up the lube that was on his dresser, applied some to his index and middle finger, and got to work. He didn't want to be intimate with Curly any longer than the actual act. He didn't want Curly to think he was some inexperienced man in over his head either. Not letting Curly think he was better than him at yet another thing.
It was a weird feeling, having his own fingers inside of him. He was.... tight. God, it felt disgusting even thinking that. But, regardless, he had to wonder, how big was Curly? Even if he was average he didn't know how he would fit Curly inside of him. Here's to hoping the man had a micro-dick, he guessed.
He looked at the can of beer, grabbed it and chugged every last bit of what was left in it. He could do this.
....Yeah! He can do this.
He walked to the door and took a deep breath. He twisted the knob, opened the door and flipped the switch to the act.
"Curly~" His tone was deep and flirtatious. Curly visually almost dropped his jaw to the ground. Immediately a deep blush spread across his cheeks and dusted his ears, eyes wide with shock. "I—Jimmy—You—Where are your clothes?!"
"I've got a better question. Do you like whipped cream?" The brunette asked. Suggestively. He walked to the fridge and got the whipped cream he had just bought before picking up Curly from work.
"Jimmy, what... what is this.." The blonde asked, his tone showcasing exactly how confused he was.
Jimmy put a hand on Curly's chest. "C'mon Curly, we're both men. I've caught you looking. Staring. And I know you have a sweet tooth." He started shaking the whipped cream canister with his other hand. "So," He slid his hand down Curly's chest, to the tent that was long already fully formed in his pants, lightly palming it. "I hope you've got a healthy appetite~"
"I-I..." Curly was speechless. It wasn't like he could deny it. He was caught, on a really sharp and complicated hook. His face— his body was a hot mess and his boner was twitching so much it kinda hurt. Was this real? Is this a fever dream? And why was Jimmy acting like this? Acting sweet? There were so many questions.
"Why don't we take this to the bed, hm? Or, would you prefer the couch?"
"I-I...."
"C'mon, Curly. To the bed."
———
"So... you're.... sure about this?"
"Yes, Curly."
"Like you're seriously posit-"
"Curly if you don't hurry up, I'm gonna change my mind, put my clothes on and kick you out of my house."
"This is an apartment..."
"Curly."
"Okay, okay..." Curly picked up the whipped cream canister and put it just over his left nipple. Jimmy shivered from the cool chill of the delicate topping on such sensitive skin. Curly did the same to the other nipple and set the can aside on the bed next to Jimmy, who was laid on his back with Curly still fully clothed between his legs.
God, it felt weird.
Why did he offer to let Curly do this? He should've just told him to stick his dick in and leave.
Curly moved his head down to Jimmy's chest and slowly let his tongue lap up the whipped cream. He focused his tongue not on the areola, but the middle. He really wanted the brunette to feel good during this. He glanced up and...
Oh god...
He didn't know Jimmy could make such an expression.
"What are you.... looking at...?" The question was breathy, which made sense considering it was formed between hasty breaths. Jimmy's eyes were half lidded, a hand in front of his lips, unconsciously ready to stop a noise that may be ready to release.
"Jimmy...." Curly whispered, before doing exactly what he did before to the other nipple, much to Jimmy's unadmitted delight. The older's warm and moist mouth enveloped around such a erogenous area was unfortunately sending his body into overdrive. He had to cut the act. This wasn't going to plan.
"It's.... your birthday. Not mine. This isn't doing anything for you." Jimmy's complaint was mainly powered by humiliation, thinking Curly had the nerve to want to please him like Jimmy's the one who wanted this. He's not. He just knows Curly would want this. Not him.
"Because... pleasing does do something for me..." He looked down, and Jimmy's gaze followed his. The tent in Curly's pants was leaking clear liquid through the underwear and pants. It didn't seem it, but he wasn't just turned on, no, he was horny. Teenage boy horny. And one look in his eyes would give it away. The hazy glaze over his pupils. Yeah, he was definitely enjoying this.
He crawled on top of Jimmy, hovering over his decorated body. He looked into the brunettes almost void chocolate brown eyes. A horrible man to be infatuated with really. Truly, he sucked big time.
But Curly loved him so much.
He lowered himself and allowed his lips to meet Jimmy's. The younger was caught entirely off guard by the act. This was dangerous territory. This wasn't just two dudes fucking like it was supposed to be, Curly was trying to make love. He couldn't do this. He wanted to abort mission. He lightly pushed against the blonde's clothed chest. He felt so weak though, like the kiss was intoxicating him far more than any alcoholic drink could ever fantasize of.
Eventually, his eyebrows knitted. His lips started to move with the older's.
Fuck. This can't be happening.
Curly pulled away from the kiss, a shameful string of saliva connecting the two men for far longer than needed, before breaking and falling to Jimmy's chin. There was a few moments of heavy breathing as both men tried to catch their breath.
"Turn around." Curly backed away, allowing room for the brunette. "Chest to the bed. Ass up." His tone was soft and gentle yet the undertones were demanding and dominant. It made Jimmy's face heat up in the worst way.
Jimmy did as told. The position was entirely degrading and humiliating. He felt all too exposed. He could just tell that Curly was salivating at the sight of his impossibly tight virgin hole puckered and on display to his mercy. Slightly puffy from the preparation only mere minutes ago.
“God, Jim… your body…”
“Just—” This felt like torture. Torture that Jimmy had seemingly signed up for. He bit his lip, remembering it’s the other’s birthday. He can’t cuss him out. Well he could, and he’s definitely not above it, but he’s trying to be different. At least just for today. “Just do what you’re gonna do.”
“R-right..” Curly tooled the whipped cream canister and started to put it over Jimmy’s hole. The brunette flinched and even let out a yelp, which made Curly cock spit out even more pre-cum. The older spread the slightly tanned man’s glutes, watching the whipped cream he just applied start to melt already with the temperature of Jimmy’s body heat.
It started with a simple lick, barely grazing Jimmy’s entrance. And Jimmy knew he was screwed. It felt good. Too good. And that was barely a lick. A lap. Yet he was already almost shaking in pleasure. What is this? How could this feel so good?
It didn’t take long for Curly to start getting more bold. After a few seconds the whipped cream was mixed with his saliva, slowly dripping down Jimmy’s taint. The younger’s eyes were rolled up to the sky as he bit into his comforter to refuse Curly the satisfaction of more noise from his mouth.
But then Curly stuck it in. His tongue that is. And Jimmy couldn’t help the submissive moan that escaped his lips. His hole momentarily clenched and he began leaking. He slammed his hand over his mouth, feeling just how burning hot his cheeks had become.
Curly, especially shocked by this, pulled his tongue out with wide eyes. He wasn’t expecting Jimmy to do that but…
“Do that again…” Curly demanded. It sounded more like a plead. Jimmy shook his head. He was too ashamed to even speak. He really hoped this was like a movie, and Curly would wake up with amnesia tomorrow.
But it didn’t matter. Curly knew what he had to do to keep getting that reaction. He’s the one that caused after all.
He immediately went back down and stuck his tongue in, working with all his might to please Jimmy. Get Jimmy going even more. And Jimmy absolutely hated it. Hated the moist heat in his rear, how the swirling of the tongue inside of him made him want to move back into it more.
Curly left hand sat on Jimmy’s left glute and his right hand made its way to the younger’s cock, starting to pump it. Jimmy groaned. “You’ve gotta be kidding me….” He hated how the complaint sounded whiny. Bratty. Like he wasn’t actually annoyed by all of Curly’s efforts.
This went on for a minute or so, before Curly pulled away. “On your back.” He instructed. Jimmy grumbled, huffing to catch his breath after . “Curly-”
“Please, Jimmy?”
Jimmy weakly rolled his eyes and turned over on his back to see Curly had pulled out his fucking 7 inches and terrifyingly thick leaking cock out. He would definitely need new sheets but he wouldn’t need more lube. He didn’t know if he would consider that a plus or not.
Curly climbed over him, positioning his cock against Jimmy’s already slicked hole. He gave Jimmy a concerned look in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?” He asked one last time. Jimmy didn’t have it in him to give a snarky or sarcastic remark. He simply nodded with a rather ironically uncertain expression.
Curly nodded in understanding. “This… might hurt.” Yeah, no shit. He slowly, very slowly, entered the other, just the tip. Jimmy bit his lip, but that wasn’t enough, so he put a hand over his mouth. Curly almost immediately, gently removed the hand. “No,” He whispered, sensually, eye contact never interrupted. “I want to hear you. All of you. All of what you feel. How you feel. All of it.” He admitted. He pulled out, and slid back in, only slightly deeper. Jimmy’s hole stretched over his shaft like elastic, yet his insides clamped so tightly.
“Jimmy…. you’re so tight…” The older mentioned which caused Jimmy to groan in humiliation.
Curly, once fully inside, stayed still, a moment to let Jimmy adjust to his rather big size. “Are you okay?” He inquired. Jimmy refused to look him in the eye at this point. “Just…. move.” He commanded. He didn’t have to tell Curly twice.
Ever thrust hurt like hell. Each moan was like a dagger of shame impaling him at every angle. It was even worse when it started to feel good. When the pain started to subside. When it started feeling comfortable. That’s when Jimmy knew he was really screwed.
…..get it?
Curly’s grunts were like a silver lining, yet a dark cloud. So conflicting, it was like Jimmy was getting high on the dichotomy.
Jimmy could hear the churn of his own insides. He could feel Curly’s cock in his stomach. Jimmy could smell Curly’s cologne and he could see his euphoric expression. He could taste the shame.
Curly leaned down and started laying kisses along Jimmy’s neck, lowering down into his collar bones, and all Jimmy could think at the moment, was what had he done to deserve this?
Curly started to thrust faster, hitting a spot so foreign to Jimmy, yet, unfortunately, so amazing. It was like it activated him, and Jimmy’s cock sprung to action. Wow. Hadn’t expected that. Curly started stroking it to the pace of his thrusts, looking down at the brunette. “Jimmy..” He huffed out breathlessly. “Jimmy, look at me…”
Jimmy, reluctantly resumed eye contact like before, seeing the hearts in Curly’s eyes. “Can I…. Can I kiss you again?” He asked. Jimmy only nodded as he moaned out. He really didn’t have the energy or the pride to hold them in anymore. He just wanted to cum. He wanted to cum so so so so bad.
Curly leaned down, and passionately kissed Jimmy on the lips. Jimmy didn’t close his eyes. He barely could remember what planet he was on, being drunk and horny was quite the mix. Still, his lips moved along with Curly’s, as if second nature. The blonde thrusted even faster. Skin slapping against skin, insides stretching around shaft, and muffled moans of pleasure were all that could be heard throughout the apartment.
Curly pulled away, feeling a pit start to build in his lower stomach. His cock tensed. “Jimmy I’m gonna— can I—” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Jimmy nodded. “Yeah…”
Curly quickened his pace, yet still tried to continue his question. “I-Insi—?” Jimmy groaned again, gripping the bed sheets. “Oh my god, Curly— YES.” He shouted, annoyed that he had to repeat himself for this.
Curly, cheeks reddening, hearing Jimmy’s vulnerable voice, nodded. “Okay.. together…” He stroked Jimmy’s cock faster. “Fuck… fuck….!” Jimmy moaned out, feeling his own climax building.
Then, it hit. They both moaned a loud, strangled. “Fuck!” As their cocks pulsed, hot white slime shooting out of them. Jimmy exploded on his own chest, glazing himself. Curly, on the other hand, was about to pass out. He was ejaculating in his best friend, who was clamping down on his cock and twitching from his own orgasm. He felt like he was in heaven. He swore he could die satisfied.
The come down consisted of heavy breaths, and silence as they both processed what just happened. Jimmy’s hole was leaking around Curly’s shaft, which was slowly softening inside of the tanned man.
“….” Jimmy weakly looked up at Curly. And did what nobody, not even he himself expected. He smiled. The red on his cheeks never leaving. “…Happy Birthday, Grant.”
Curly pulled his now soft cock out. He smiled too. “Thank you….” He looked away for a moment. He bit his lip before looking back. “Jimmy, I love yo—”
He was cut off by a soft snore. That’s right, Jimmy was drunk. No surprise that he passed out after such a physically draining activity. Curly wasn’t upset, though. He only smiled wider. “Of course…” He chuckled to himself. “I guess we’ll shower later.” He concluded. He simply laid on Jimmy’s chest, closing his eyes. “You certainly made it a birthday to remember. You win.” He whispered, his own eyes getting heavy. He only managed to utter one more sentence before the inviting lull of slumber won him over.
“I love you, Jimmy.”