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There are many ways to wake up in a death game: the morning sun, a diamond sword in you, entombed in obsidian, elaborate redstone death contraption, Martyn perched over your bed staring at you like a cat, Grian perched over your bed staring down at you like a sleep paralysis demon, someones screams from a improperly set TNT minecart, a festive quiz bot breaks your roof, an alarm clock… what he doesn't expect to rouse him is a tight warmth wrapping around his cock.
Although maybe he should - with the freaks in this game - but that is beside the point.
In the dark of his dreaming, little fizzles and flashes spread out across him and take shape like stars in the night sky. Sparkling sensations flitter into vague sensations: hands atop his thighs and a body weighing down the bed, warm breath panting heavy like a dog against his skin, a mouth wrapping around the head of his cock, saliva sliding down his shaft as he is squeezed in the tight warmth of a throat, a fluttering gag reflex massaging the underside of his cock. Sleepy noises spill out of him, pleased and cottonous and for a moment he is sure it is a dream, all too easy to to let Tango take shape in the dark: down there slathering all over him with that hazy obsession for his horse cock.
But when he peaks an eye open after a tingling rush of pleasure, Scott takes a pause.
In fact, he opens both eyes, rubs them, blinks again, rubs again just to make sure the veil of sleep is not playing tricks on him, before he actually believes what he is seeing.
Between his legs, duvet thrown to the side, is Joel pulling off his cock with a wet plop. Even in the dark of his room, Joel's eyes seems the darkest thing - thick and hazy shadows that seem to swallow shadows - as he barely gets a breath in before his tongue laps up the shaft and swirls around the head, shuddering at tasting the mix of his own mess and Scott's swirling sticky and slick with a panting moan.
…and he was having such a lovely dream.
For a moment, he just watches Joel suck him off. Doesn't close his eyes, and it isn't dark enough to not notice he's not sleeping anymore, but Joel is so absorbed in slobbering all over his cock that he doesn't notice. He looks pretty like this - still a little wound: Scott's never seen someone angrily slobber all over a cock like a complete slag but life is full of surprises - but the way his scornful disposition breaks choking on his cock, drool and moans spilling past his lips in equal measure, throat fluttering and squeezing him as if trying to work him deeper, Scott dares say he looks happy.
And he could stay like this, take the free BJ he didn't ask for, and go back to sleep… but where is the fun in that.
"Well," Joel instantly freezes with his mouth past the flared head of Scott's cock, "I've certainly had worse wake ups - I still don't know what Jim was thinking with that fish costume…"
Joel pulls of too fast, kicks his gag reflex and he chokes and sputters, coughing as something dangerous close to fear flashes in his eyes. "Stupid, bloomin', fuck," he coughs, "I thought you were asleep, flippin'-"
Scott shrugs in a very cavalier manner, "I mean I was… when you started."
Retreating away from him, Joel rubs his face - the base of his palm dragging up and down as if they could quash the shame and awkwardness burning through his brain. "This isn't what it looks like -"
"Oh, I must be seeing things then, because it looks you're slobbering all over my cock, like a fag?"
"No it - shut up! I'm not! It's just like… ugh tits…"
Scott just lays there, letting the moonlight cast a delightful ethereal hue over Joel's flustering bumbling. He doesn't get off the bed. It would be very easy to run back to his little home, pretend he didn't get caught and hope Scott never brings it up - neither are yellow yet, so he can't even kill him to shut him up. But he doesn't, he just stays, kneeling on Scott's bed, hands pushing all the way up into his hair, leaving it a dishevelled mess.
"So you're not sucking my co-…"
"Why do you even blummin' care, you're a - you meant to like this!"
"Pot calling the kettle much."
"Shut up I'm not a fuckin' fag like you… I'm not…" The words hang in the still air of the cabin. A cool bitter wind winds in and Scott shivers as it rolls over his drenched cock, still stiff and slick between the two's confrontation. It's very obvious Joel is doing everything he can not to look at it.
It would be all too easy to get the rest of cabin up to catch Joel, but Scott just lays there, face softening like he's looking at a kicked puppy.
"Don't blummin look at me like that…" Joel grinds his teeth.
"Like what Joel?"
"Like you pity me" Joel snarls, brows furrowing deep into the trenches of his face - "I don't need your bloody pity, don't need anything -"
"Except my cock. In you throat, apparently."
Joel groans into his palms, the sound more like a horde of hoglins than anything from the overworld.
"Course you would ruin everything… You never blummin wake up why did you have to tonight-" and Joel realises the folly of what he has admitted openly, and the most visceral delightful hue of panic settles over his face, hands flying out as if to physically defend himself from a blow, "no wait I didn't-"
"So this isn't the first time, well, I could have guessed that, you take it pretty well after all," Scott chuckles and something dangerous burnishes Joel's cheeks: hot and molten, pleased and shameful, and borderline murderous. Joel growls at him, fists clenching and something terrible knotted in those dark eyes of his, like oak blackened and scorched.
"It's not like I want to it's - every now and then it's just… relaxing… let's me think," Scott raises a brow as the word fizzles to nothing in the air.
"Well if you had told me these were the benefits of being on you're team, would have asked to team since day one, got you thinking real good handsome," Scott teases, idly twirling his hair as the bed shifts between his legs and Joel slumps, staring down into his hands and definitely not Scott's cock.
"Shut up."
Scott has never heard Joel sound so wounded and withdrawn that it can't help but give him pause.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" His hand travels across his plump thigh towards Joel's, words coloured by a saccharine sincerity that seems only to agitate Joel, recoiling away from the very idea of Scott touching him.
"Eat a bag of dicks Scott."
He's so pathetic it's almost endearing. In fact it is. Poor thing…
Scott snorts, controlled amusement painting his face and giving Joel that polite vainglorious indifference he knows he hates. "Pfft okay fag."
Joel reels back like he's gonna punch him, and Scott's half expecting it, but he just punches the bed and looms over Scott, trapping him against the bed with his bulky frame. It's as hostile as it is intimate.
"I'm not! Everyone gets these thoughts okay! Like everyone gets would I be hotter as a chick kinda thoughts - and they won't go away and it's just stuck in the back of my head distracting me and making me miss traps and fucking up my PvP and - and if I just…" Vitriolic frustrations churns to something else on his tongue, and Joel can't stomach looking at Scott, eyes fluttering to the side and staring at Scott's pyjama bottoms draped over his boots. "…Suck your dick… they stop and I can actually focus…"
Scott snorts and Joel's gaze snaps back to him. "Because me and my big evil cock and bewitching gayness are why you lost Limited Life, fruitcake…" Scott rolls his eyes and sadistically delights in the way Joel's eyes roar and boil above him.
"You think I like this!? Sucking and slurping on your big stupid horse cock just to…" He leans back, recoiling from Scott and his words trail off, becoming breathless, as he looks down at Scott's horse cock smeared with his spit, while Scott gently waves it with a hand on his base. The spit shine coating the flared head catching the moonlight through the swirling snowstorm in a horribly illuminating way.
"No, no, of course not, that's why you're hard as a brick... must be the wind," Joel huffs at Scott's sardonic musing as the unicorn props himself up with his other arm. He felt it through his trousers when Joel was over him, his slick cock squashed down and sliding against Joel's gut to rub between his legs with the flared head: he is embarrassingly hard.
Scott almost feels bad for the closet case, almost: but he did 'rudely' wake him up.
"Stop fuckin'- stop being such a blummin' fag about this! Waving it about like that like…" The words petter off and Scott watches as his eyes get heavier and his jaw slackens and salivates over him. "Probably casting your stupid unicorn bullshit magic on me to make me a fag… of course you blummin' would, stupid idiot f-" Joel mumbles as if defeated, powerless to the fate befalling him, as he sink down onto the bed, arms draping over Scott's thighs, warm breath gracing his cock once again as he glares at it, hatefully mesmerised.
It's rather blatant that Joel wants him back in his mouth.
"Oh darling, I don't need any magic to get you on my cock," Scott smiles and gently rubs the sloppy head of his cock across Joel's lower lip and he all too easily opens his mouth before it clamps shut and he growls and glares at him as if that would do anything to diminish that desperate heat spreading across his face and needy glint in this eyes.
All this pageantry…
"You know you could have just asked, right?"
"Pfft like I would ever ask like some sissy sorta fa-"
"Well, let's practice then - I'll let you finish if you ask."
"That's so gay…"
Scott waits, expectantly, still toying with his cock. Waving it about, even running a hand up his shaft and Joel glares at that, a rumbling growl deep from his throat reverberating through the room, as if something is in his territory, as if he is the only thing that should be sliding up and down Scott's cock. He huffs, annoyance pleasantly warm against his shaft as slouches into his shoulders, trying to hide behind his cock to spare himself the look of smug satisfaction he expects on Scott's face.
"Fine, just let me suck you off to get these stupid gay thoughts out of my head then we can kill each other in the morning."
"You can do better. Ask nicely."
Joel growls. "I'm not…" and as soon as Scott starts reaching for the covers and his underwear, about to roll over, Joel tenses, outright flinches at the possibility that Scott will just go back to bed.
"Wait!"
Scott stops. He settles back into bed and let's the covers fall to the floor: no where for Joel to hide.
His face tightens for a moment, scrunching up like he's about to be stabbed, but with an exhale he looks at Scott with a reluctant embarrassment.
"Can I suck you off… please."
"Oh come on, you can do better, how about - Please let me suck your big faggot horse cock, I need it so bad, pretty please Scott, you're so much bigger and more handsome than me," The way Joel shudders is positively delightful - embarrassment swirling with a impressive amount of self loathing, amoungst a desperate, clawing need.
Joel presses his face against Scott's thigh and mumbles something that vaguely resembles his words, but that simply won't do. Brushing a hand into Joel's hair, Scott yanks him up off his thigh surprising ease. Joel's breath stutters and whines this strained pitchy noise that makes Scott's cock throb as he pulls on his hair and his hand recoils from the effect it has on him. His head hangs for a second and he glares at Scott and his stupid face, perfectly set poker face giving nothing away bar the lingering expectation.
"Fuckin'… fine," Joel groans, shaking off whatever that little moment was, "Please let me suck your big faggot horse cock, I need it so bad."
Scott lets him sit with those words smoulder on his tongue for a while, some small part of him hoping the scorching humiliation will ease Joel out the closet, but well, he isn't hopeful.
"Close enough I suppose."
"Just shut your blummin' mouth and let me get this over with."
"No promises."
Nervously, Joel lifts his lips to the head of his cock and laps at it as if he hasn't before. His tongue laps around the edge of the flared head, shuddering breaths gracing his cock in between each drag of his tongue with a horribly inconsistent tempo - as if he is quietly pep talking himself every few licks. Even still, he manages to pull a few noises of kindling pleasure from Scott - Joel's tongue is nice, thick and heavy and rough enough to feel good dragging all over him.
And oh he drags it all over him: from the base of the shaft to shivering when it rolls over the flare ring like a speed bump, to swirling all over the head. Little gruffly wet noises escape him like breaths, gasps and grumbles as he continues lapping at him, and Scott finds that pitifully delightful. There's a quiet look of focus amoungst the hazy arousal swirling in his eyes as he slathers Scott's cock in attention.
But as soon as he looks up and see's Scott looking down at him, Joel swallows his cock awkwardly.
Joel tries to stuff too much in his mouth at once and while the gag reflex squeezing him and the tears pricking at his eyes are pleasant, it doesn't feel nearly as good as it did earlier. Teeth drag on down his cock and Scott grimaces a touch, the pleasantly sloppy, warm, tightness of Joel's mouth at odds with the sharp ends of his teeth blunt against his shaft.
"Have to say, you were better earlier," Scott states flatly, and Joel's jaw rumbles in frustration as he looks up at him.
"It's flippin' hard when your watching! Makes me feel like some sorta -"
"Faggy little homo?" A noise dangerously close to a whine almost tumbles out of him before his agitation at Scott's presence shutters his mouth.
"Yeah!"
"Well sucking another dudes cock is kinda 'faggy' dear," the caviller way the worlds twirl out of his lips delights in the ignominious shiver that dances across Joel's shoulders and face. He looks off into the corner with a huff.
"Not if your asleep it's just…" Scott snickers and Joel glares back at him, "Look, just shut up and close your eyes and let me do this."
Scott puts his hands up in over-dramatic surrender, "If that's what you need to get me off princess, fine," he hums as he lays back down and looks up at the ceiling to the roll of Joel's petulantly needy grumbling.
A steady breathing greets his cock as Joel's lips return to him.
He's slow, like he's starting again, as he takes his time working Scott back into his mouth. Judging from the noises sneaking past his lips as he words the fat flared head back into his mouth, he is savouring every moment where Scott's size makes his jaw ache from swallowing around his thickness; the hefty weight of it on his tongue, twitching with each lapping drag or swallowing squeeze; he inhales and melts a little at that intoxicating blend of floral sweetness from Scott and the subtler warm musk radiating from his cock.
Scott's moans almost get lost in the sounds of Joel slobbering all over his cock. Sinking into the plush comfort of his bed, Scott soaks up every sensation dragging up and down his cock, pleasure sparkling across him like a veritable cosmos of bliss.
Joel bobs up and down, slurping him up, taking a little more into his mouth each time until the flat head of his cock is tickling the back of his throat, and Scott is quietly impressed - people struggle to swallow him, but then again, Joel has had practice.
His name spills out in a moan, floaty and pleased and he can feel Joel's disapproving grumble echo up to his cock.
"Sorry." Scott is equally embarrassed and sticks to moaning without any proper nouns and enjoying the bobbing warmth smothering his cock. Compared to earlier, Joel settles into a easy rhythm without Scott's eyes on him: bobbing up and down, swirling his tongue around the head before it drags down his shaft and draws heavier, deeper, moans from the unicorn.
There's an undeniable messiness to Joel's mouth on him: animalistic and rough as he bobs up and down, slurping and sucking up everything that he can, but that can only do so much to veil the satisfaction of Scott's cock sinking in his mouth.
Sounds of pleasure flutter out of him with increasing easy, his chest becoming heavy with them like too many birds in a cage, as Joel swallows more and more of his cock, moans and groans reverberating across his cock. Moans and blissful hums only spur him on - cute - as Joel plops off his cock and swallows him back just as quick, over and over and over, and a dangerously proud smile catches on his lips at the noises he pulls out of Scott.
Never one to be left on the back foot for too long, Scott's hands slide up from their idle rest across himself to brushing into Joel's hair, pulling the shaggy chestnut and verdant mess out of his eyes as he pops off his cock.
"Scott what are you -" Familiar agitation, worn into him through a series of antics and annoyances, quickly melts into something pitchy that he desperately tries to suppress. Scott hand feel him shiver as his hands tenderly brush though his hair and terribly soft whines spilling out across the head of his cock as his palm passes the crown.
"Oh sorry, is this too gay for you?" Scott steadies his voice enough to not be hopelessly winded.
"Look it just… ahhh, makes me feel -" A noise catches in his throat as Scott's fingers drag across his scalp, gently massaging small spirals that seem to scramble his brains with how his eyes start rolling back and mewling little cottonous sounds spill out of him.
"Oh you like being touched here do you? Even by my stupid faggy hands?" The horrible impression is only a little grimly mocking but is mostly tempered by a genuineness too sweet to be malicious. Scott marvels at how soft Joel is getting as his hands gently brush through his hair, yielding so easy to his touch as he traces the arc of his head and lets his hands get lost in the meadow of messy walnut curls.
"Feel fuzzy…" Joel mumbles like his jaw suddenly weighs a ton, his shoulders easing for the first time since Scott woke up to him swallowing his cock. His moans are so bereft of any performative flare: complete genuine unravelling.
"Feels good doesn't it?" Fingers tenderly brush through from root to tip and Joel goes molten atop him, his eyes barely able to hold themself up under the gentle tsunami flooding his head, "It's okay, you know, it's okay to feel good cause someone else is touching you, idiot."
Melting under his touch, Scott is quietly mesmerised when Joel doesn't bite his head off for looking at him: even more so when his subconscious concentration starts faltering and he starts turning the most darling pear shade of green - the flustered blushing only staining deeper and darker into the shifting pigmentation like bruises - and antenna poke out from his hair and hang limply like the reaching branches of a willow. Dazzled by the sight, Scott forget to breathe until Joel gently laps at his cock and a smooth moan skates across his mouth - Joel almost never lets anyone see him like this, why? Scott doesn't know, it's not like Joel would tell him if he asked… but it's cute. He is cute, all soft and relaxed and melting away from having his hair played with.
Evidently, Joel doesn't realise that he, is in fact, green. The mostly blissfully easeful look settles across his face, whine and whimpering gruffly as he drowns in every mollifying touch from Scott's smooth hands.
"Feel good…" Joel mumbles as Scott's hand brush to the base of his skull and gently encourage him back on his cock. Not that he needs much encouraging - as soon as the ambient warmth of his body meets him, Joel's slides him into the precipice of his throat with a flutter of his gag reflex.
A moan skips across his mouth like a stone across a lake as Joel swallows him with increasing ease, the fluttering resistance that once greeted him replaced by a cushiony ease squeezing him deeper past the precipice of his throat. Scott gasps as Joel starts throating him - the feel of his throat stretching around his cock is maddeningly exquisite. He sputters and whines, drooling spilling out each time he pulls back, bobbing with increasing fever.
The thrum of pleasure swells in his loins and chest as Joel slobbers over him and takes him all the way to the flare ring in the middle, lips pressing to it and moaning around him.
A moan catches and sparks across his tongue, and Scott steadies himself but tightening his hold in Joel's hair.
"Good boy Joel," A breathless sweetness drips from his words like ambrosia as he strokes through his hair and pets him pulling him off his cock with a groan.
"Don't call me a…. I'm not… I'm…" words stutter to a whimper as one of Scott's fingers delicately curls one of his antenna around it like a loose strange while the other rubs his cock all over Joel's face, smearing the mess of his own making against him, coaxing the most tangled wheezing moan out of him as he softens in his hands so much he might as well run through them, "yeah, I'm a good boy."
"What are you dear?"
"Good boy… a good boy…"
The sinfully visceral squelching of Scott's cock sliding into his throat dominates the room, accompanied by increasingly desperate and heavy panting moans. Euphoria swirls and dances across him as Joel takes his cock deep, squeezing every inch of it like he's trying to milk him.
"Being such a good boy for me."
"Being such a good boy for you…" Joel repeats like a broken record, panting and whining as plops off his cock and laps up the glistening pre from the head, the most delightfully lightless glint in his eyes, completely submerged in the dark of his pupils.
Joel tries to slide back onto Scott's cock, panting and increasingly desperate with those hazy eyes and drool strained chin, but the fingers in his hair keep him from getting more than a tentative lick. Even that gets robbed from him when Scott yanks him back and Joel whimpers fiercely.
"Oh you're so much more than that dear…"
"What… no, let me… please," the desperation seems all so alien on Joel, but Scott is pleased at how it colours him, it suits him. The way his entire body eases, eyes going soft and molten, his antenna quivering, cheeks practically glowing as he makes a mess of his mouth.
"Then what are you?"
"A good boy," Scott shakes his head and Joel whines this whimpering broken noise that almost makes him feel bad.
"No my dear, you're a fag. Say it."
"But I'm not-" Needy whines and groans spill out as Joel tries desperately to get his cock back in his mouth, but Scott's hold is firm, almost torturous in how tight Joel is making him hold him. Scott expects some resistance, a little of the usual back and forth, to see Joel fighting himself to say the words.
"What are you dear?" And Scott watches as those hazy eyes are swallowed by agonising desperation and the words spill out.
"I'm a fucking faggot… please let me suck your cock, please, I need you… Scott, please," a torturous relief fills his face as the words are spoken - pleading looks good on him - and Joel melts as if all the armour in the world drops from him. He's floating and weightless and Scott happily lets him sink back onto his cock - good boys deserve rewards, don't they?
Joel devours him, swallowing him past the point his gag relax warns him, forcing it as deep as he can and Scott's hands delighting in combing through his hair as increasingly breathless moans spill out of the unicorn.
His mouth lavishes Scott in desperate attention, savouring each twitch and tracing vein pulsating in his mouth, each throbbing spill of pre that slides down his throat is greedily swallowed by Joel.
Scott's heart is threatening to bruise his sternum with how fast it's beating, and his hips ache with each refusal to give in and thrust into Joel's mouth, his head swimming with warmth and lightheaded bliss as he soaks up every errant pleasure and mounting ecstasy weighed onto him.
"Am I being a good fag?" He asks with a breathlessly ruined earnestness that charms him, giddy like the word is a badge of honour now.
"Yes you are… such a cock-hungry fag aren't you, bet half the server would line up for these pretty lips," Joel quivers as Scott's words grace his ears, and a terrible moan rattles up out of his throat once the idea takes root enough for his fuzzy cock-drunk mind to visualise.
"I'm a cock hungry fag," Joel giggles at the declaration as his head spins, "bloody hell… fuck, want you to fuck my face... isn't that stup-"
In a instance, Joel is on his back and Scott is atop him. The bed creaks horribly like it's going to giving in, but it endures as the shift atop it. Joel's head dangles off the edge of the bed and his eyes are blurry as the world spins. Chest heaving and falling meets Scott, equally heavy, and his horse tail betrays his burning desire.
"Say that again fag," something dark twinges Scott's words, a volatile excitement fizzling beneath the frightening calm of his voice.
"Scott…" There's a nervous excitement in Joel's face Scott has only ever seen in traps primed and about to detonate.
"Yes?"
"Fuck my throat - blummin' hells I - fuck my face like the needy cock-hungry fag I am… please, come on… need you," Joel moans as their cocks rub against each other. With surprisingly grace, Scott maneuvers his Rubenesque form over Joel without tipping the bed or squashing him - although both wouldn't have minded a little squashing - and Scott stands bare foot on the floor, Cock above his face.
While the bitter chill of the floor is a unpleasant twang on the hooves, the sight of his cock looming above Joel assuages any bitter discomforts - the head of it settling above his sternum, a shiver rippling down his spine at the sight.
Without any prompting, Joel leans back and opens his mouth. Scott smirks, steading himself on the bed as he guides his cock past Joel's lips with the other. Sliding in with an ease that makes them shiver, pleasure crackles and fizzles down his spine like pop rocks and Scott moans as he pushes in until Joel's gag reflex squeezes around him - and then, he keeps going because Joel lets him.
"That's it, such a good fag. Made to swallow cocks aren't you?"
A mumble comes from his stuffed mouth and Scott chuckles. After a few thrusts savouring the drag of Joel's throat squeezing his cock, Scott starts fucking his throat. He spends up with each thrust of his hips, sliding into him with increasing roughness that makes Joel squirm and writhe in the most delightful way - like he's overloading and glitching out, it's divine.
Each thrust and drag sends a shivery of icy hot ecstasy up his spine, coiling upwards like tendrils of rime until they feel like they could choke him out from the intensity of it: pounding into Joel's mouth like he's a cheap toy, delighting in every sputtering gag and moan that washes his cock, exhales from his nose brushing against his heavy balls as they swing close.
A bump bobs in his throat and for a moment Scott thinks he's watching Joel's Adam's apple bob with each swallowing squeeze of his cock, but when he realises it's actually his cock bulging out against Joel's throat. It's an addictive sight the way it swallows his Adam's apple and bulges out and the desperate gasping and choking for air as Scott pulls out to the tip. Equally intoxicating is the way his gag reflex flutters to a distant echo, still struggling and trying to reject him, but Joel wills it to submit, to give in - to let Scott deep and ruin his throat.
"Won't be able to take me all yet, but don't worry, we'll work on that fag," the implication of the words draws a truly depraved noise from Joel as a dark stain spreads across his trousers.
Pleasure breaks over his ribs like the surf over a cliff at the tight wetness surrounding him and he almost losing his footing at the surging warmth coiling in his gut and his hands end up on Joel's throat to steady himself. The sound that warbles out of him is… unholy. Feverish breathing through his nose hits his balls as Joel desperately tries to keep his lungs fed,
"Such a perfect fag, aren't you" Scott moans, words dragging out his mouth while his chest is heaves with each rough slam into his mouth and the way Joel hums agreement around his cock almost makes him cum. Teetering on the edge, his thrust start getting sloppy, desperate to stretch his moment forever, but Scott can't deprive a good fag like Joel of his reward.
With one last ethereal, sparkling, sound of pleasure, Scott's cock throbs and spurts cum down his throat. His orgasm hits him like the rolling tide, threatens to wash him away if he were not so firmly planted, but the threat of being dragged into the depths is tantalising. Sublime delight tingles through him as cum paints his gullet, sticky and tacky and clinging to him as he drags himself out.
When his hands leave his throat, Joel goes limp against the bed sputtering and coughing while his head swims with the echoes of Scott's words. A rush of air fills him as Scott's cock wetly plops out and paints his face and chest with ropes of cum. He stokes himself from tip to base, wincing a touch from the overstimulation, but the sight of Joel splattered and covered in his cum, a veritable mess staining his pear skin and soaking tacky and sticky into his top, is worth the clawing tingle of his orgasm dragging on too long.
Ragged breathing fills the air once the highs of an orgasm subside - Joel also came, but it's hard to tell with Scott's cum splattered all over him - Scott tentatively rubs at his throat, something dangerous close to a bruise forming.
"How you holding up bad boy?" Overt fondness dances on his words, Scott glowing with post-orgasm bliss. The moon is starting it's descent, just past midnight, by Scott's best estimation. They were going for a while…
Joel blinks, a stillness settling over him like a mask. "Just…peachy…" His voice is hoarse and wrecked like a gravel path trampled to fine rolling git and Scott can see a dangerous flash of that agonising self-confidence and armour gleam back in his eyes. He can't even look at Scott.
Wordlessly, Joel starts trying to role off of the bed but Scott's palm presses against his breast bone and halts him in place.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Back to base. Don't need anyone knowing this happened or that I…"
"One, it's a bloody blizzard out there, you're gonna have cum-cicles hanging off you, two,you're green-" Joel looks at himself and grumbles a huff that he is in fact green, "and three, you're a mess: if you go home you're gonna cry in your bed and get back in the closet. Stay, we can cuddle."
Joel huffs, "Are you blummin' kidding, that's so fucking gay…"
"You just sucked me off- you just me face fuck you!" The confusion on Scott's face is plain but he unfortunately isn't surprised.
"Don't remind me!" Joel huffs, hoarse and rattling. The bed creaks as Scott walks around and settles back into the bed, an arm out - inviting him in.
"You can suffer through a cuddle, come on, it'll do you some good."
"But you hate sleeping with someone touching you… and I'm covered in you're flippin' jizz!" he's right, he does: but Scott isn't ready to let go off the grumbling little closet case yet.
"I do." Scott states flatly, tucking himself back into his undies.
"Fine. But only so I can stab you in the morning."
"Uh-huh, cause you'll be doing the stabbing…" Scott let the implication as Joel falls into him like one falls into their own bed. His sloppy face plants itself in the pillowy embrace of Scott's chest and his arms come around Joel to pull him close. He squirms like he's burning him, but by the time Scott is shifting in a vain attempt to recapture the comfort of his sleeping position, Joel has settled and gone a bit soft atop him, leaning deep into his hold.
"Shut up Scott, I'm trying to sleep…"
"Well it would be rude to interrupt that wouldn't it."
An awkward silence hangs in the air.
"I'm not a fag by the way, think I'm just bi…"
Scott hums, finding the most comfortable position he can with Joel tucked up against him, although he knows without a shadow of a doubt he's gonna wake up with a dead arm tomorrow. "Really… I'm so proud of you for coming to this conclusion all my yourself: even if everyone else could see it from the End."
"Toss it Smajor."
A humming chuckle reverberates through his throat as he tucks up his head over Joel's, his tail swishing around and draping over Joel's thigh laying over his leg. It's horribly intimate, not that Scott minds.
"If you're still here in the morning, we'll see about it."
Joel shivers against him, a quiet gasp lost in his breast as he buries his face in Scott plump chest so deep he is sure he'll suffocate. Well if that's how he wants to loose one of his three lives, who is Scott to stop him.
"Thanks for not being weird about it…"
"Thanks for the blowjob…"
"Good enough to throw the final two fight."
"Pfft, as if."
"Good. Wanna beat you proper."
"In your dreams bean," and Joel is snoring against his chest, still clammy and tacky with cum that will no doubt ruin Scott's sleeping clothes. But as much as he will care and grimace about it later, for now, he doesn't have the strength to - especially with Joel's soft rotund body sinking into his.
He presses a kiss to his forehead before he closes his eyes.
"In your dreams…"