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Curtis, I’m going to my brother’s. 

Paul, please don’t do this. 

I’ve given you as many chances as I can.

The searing words from his husband, well, now ex-husband, cut Curtis to the core. It was a chill January morning, the freezing winds coming through the open window. Usually, Paul would’ve closed them sometime during the night, but it’d been over a week, so there was no one he could turn to for that. Curtis had begun opening the windows, letting the biting frost in, after Diggle once told him that Oliver operated with a sleeveless suit because he didn’t fear the cold. He was pretty sure Dig was just pulling his leg, but with how badass Oliver seemed, was it really an exaggeration? 

Lingering sores and pain fully roused Curtis from the last vestiges of sleep, as he groaned awake. Rising from his bed, he threw on a hoodie and some gym shorts before going on a quick run. Thankfully, muscle memory served him well from his days as an Olympian athlete, but what good was that when he always seemed to lose every fight Team Arrow was involved in. 

Curtis, where did you learn to fight like that?, Paul had inquired after Prometheus attacked him at the Mayoral Christmas Party, simultaneously awed and bedazzled. 

I don’t know if you noticed, but I lost that fight. 

That was the Throwing Star Killer. He’s killed dozens, and yet you managed to survive an encounter with him. 

Before he could further drown himself in reminiscing and recalling of he and Paul’s romantic life, Curtis found himself already near his apartment. Running had always been an escape for him, ever since he truly began to take it seriously in high school. Curtis was grateful to have people who pushed him to be better, both physically and mentally, which was why he had a Masters degree in Engineering as well as an Olympic medal. What good that did him though. Returning home, Curtis quickly showered and whipped up some breakfast before heading to work at Palmer Tech, where the hours passed by as if the Flash were speeding through town. As the work day ended, Curtis headed straight home, having requested some time off of patrol to fully recover. Felicity, bless her heart, tried having a convo with him but was caught up in her own life, what with her boyfriend Billy getting killed and framed by Prometheus. Oliver was a lot of things, but an emotional healthy anchor he was not, and thus Curtis ruled him out immediately. Diggle seemed emotionally stable enough, but was out of town at the moment, having been called to an ARGUS safehouse by Lyla. Rory was also very emotionally aware as well, but he was preoccupied with comforting Felicity. Quentin and Thea, Curtis wasn’t too familiar with, essentially coworkers he saw once in a while. That only really left Rene, which was a hard NO. 

How best to describe Rene Ramirez? One time, while hanging out privately with a drunken Felicity, she’d described him as having “the energy of a Rottweiler in a chihuahua’s body”, a sentence that had sent Curtis roaring with laughter at its accuracy. The shortest man on Team Arrow, Rene’s scraggly goatee, buzz cut, and various tattoos would easily cause one to mistake him for a gang member. However, his bravado and stubbornness was something else, with the amount of times he and Oliver clashed over things. Thankfully, after he’d been kidnapped by Tobias Church for a week, Rene had calmed down considerably. Even then, he still never shied away from letting his mind be known on any and all matters. When they initially met, Curtis considered him a thug, all things considered, and had joked to Felicity while drunk that Rene seemed like the type to be a closeted bully. The admission had secretly embraced him, but Curtis was drawn to that type of toxically masculine behavior, even though he knew he and Rene would, could, never go there. 

“What’s up, Curt?”, Rene greeted as Curtis closed the door as he entered his home, the greeting snapping him out of his thinking. Curtis’ eyes widened as he took in Rene; dressed in a baggy shirt and faded jeans, his hoodie left on the armchair as he had a beer in hand. 

“I almost took you for an intruder,” Curtis confessed, sighing in relief as he moved towards the shorter man for a dap-up. “I was ready to throw down”

”Ha, you wish you could take me in a fight”, Rene teased, lightly brushing Curtis’ ribs with his right fist, causing the latter to wince in mock-disbelief. As the two laughed and sat down on the couch, Rene questioned.

”Felicity told me you called out on patrol?”

”Yeah, I’m still in recovery. Need all the time I can get.”

”Curt, it’s been two weeks. I’m not rushing you, but you seem pretty resilient physically. Are you sure it’s—“

”I’m fine, Rene,” Curtis answered, rising from the seat to head to the fridge, where he fetched himself a beer. “It’s been tough, but I’ll pull back stronger. I always have.”

”What about Paul?” At the mention of his husband’s name, Curtis went silent, tears briefly gathering before he sniffled them away and downed a swig of his beer bottle. 

“I’m fine, Rene.”

”You don’t seem that way, Cu—“

”What do you want me to say?!,” Curtis pleaded, arms raised high as if praying. “What do you want me to say, that I’m NOT fine??? Of course, I’m not. My husband just left me two weeks ago, of course the wounds are very fresh. Of course it hurts waking up and not having him by my side. Of course it hurts not being able to call or text him whenever I want. Of course it hurts not even being able to see him anymore. And all for what?!”

”Curtis, I didn’t—“Rene tried to interject, but Curtis, tears streaming down his face, ranted. 

”All for what??? I’ve been kidnapped, stabbed, and shot over the past year. HIVE, Tobias Church, Vigilante, and Prometheus. As much as I try, I always seem to lose every fight, even in training I’m not as good as you or Oliver or even Rory.”

Unable to continue further, with tears constricting his throat like a boa, Curtis was shocked when Rene hugged him. Curtis’ tears soon subsided, and he leaned into Rene’s hug as he sniffled on his shoulders. After a while, Curtis shifted his head to look at Rene, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. 

“Look at me, I cried all over your—“Curtis was shocked as Rene planted a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes widened as Rene’s hands snaked across his waist, pulling him closer to deepen their kiss. 

“Rene, I—“

”Shh,” Rene shushed him. “Let’s just see where this goes.” And thus, the duo resumed their kiss as they pawed at each other hungrily, desperate for more friction. Rene ripped his shirt clean off, discontent with waiting through as Curtis neatly undressed himself. 

“Holy fuck, that’s hot.” Curtis swore, drawing a hearty laugh from Rene in response. With both men now naked, Curtis palmed Rene’s throbbing cock, drawing a moan from the shorter man. Curtis guided Rene back to the couch, kneeling between his legs as Rene sat and spread his legs. Curtis licked at the tip of Rene’s cock, continuing down the perineum to suck on his balls, drawing multiple moans from the latter. 

“Goddamn Curt, if I’d known you were this good” Rene swore. 

“Thank you” Curtis responded, cock still in mouth, causing Rene to swear again at the vibration around his length. Soon after, Curtis suddenly rose and went into his room, leaving Rene slightly confused. However, his confusion faded when the former returned, lube in hand. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Curtis confessed before kissing Rene, straddling him in the process. As he coated the shorter man’s cock with lube, Curtis found it hot to the touch, and Rene tried to buck his hips, trying to chase his own pleasure. 

Curtis grinned as he rose up, lined himself, and sunk down on Rene’s cock in one go, causing both to swear loudly and the former’s warm, tight hole constricted the latter’s thick, uncut cock. Curtis began bouncing on it, with Rene matching his speed by thrusting upwards as he bounced down. 

“Fuck, Curt, you feel so fucking good,” Rene praised as Curtis continued working his core, bouncing up and down as if on a trampoline. “So good for me.” Curtis could barely respond, his prostate being battered as he dropped down repeatedly on his friend’s cock. Eventually, he tired out, causing Rene to lift him off and lay him on his back on the couch before sinking back into his hole. 

“Oh FUCK” Curtis moaned as pleasure roiled through his body. Rene continued thrusting, setting a harsh pace as Curtis’s pecs and stomach jiggled in response to his thrusts. A familiar feeling began to pool in his lower stomach, and before he could even warn Rene, Curtis came hands-free, some of his cup shooting onto his face. Rene swore as he saw Curtis cum, and filled the taller man up shortly after as he moaned out his name. 

Sated and tired, the duo rested on the couch, Rene lying on top of Curtis as the latter rubbed his back, the first waves of sleep incoming. 

“Feel better now, Curt?”

“I’ve never felt better, Rene,” Curtis confessed. This was one of the best sexual encounters he’d ever had, and he was desperate to have it again. “Wanna hookup again.”

”With how tight that sweet hole of yours is, how could I ever refuse you.” Rene joked, drawing a content laugh from Curtis. 

“Love you.” Curtis confessed as his eyes, heavy with sleep, closed. 

“I love you too.” Rene confessed, as sleep also took him.