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Jimmy was being evicted. This was nothing new, Curly was used to it. He was over to help pack the minuscule amount of stuff he does have, and then move some of it to his own house. Jimmy of course, was barely any help, and sat lazily on the couch, scrolling on his phone.
Curly rolled his eyes and grabbed another empty box, and started going through the drawers in his room. As he shuffled through something caught his eye. His eyes widened as his hand made contact with the very silicone, very real horse dildo in that drawer.
He paused, looking down at it and then back out the door at Jimmy, still on the couch. He looked back and forth and furrowed his brow. What the hell?? He physically could not imagine Jimmy ever buying this, nor owning it, nor using it.
“Uhm, Jim?” He called out, grabbing the phallus and walking out into the living room, holding it up, genuinely curious. “What’s this?” Jimmys face went from annoyed to mortified as he looked up at Curly and practically lunged at him to take it out of his hands, “It’s nothing! Why the hell are you snooping in my stuff, man??”
Curly gave a stunned look, “I’m helping you pack? Of course I’m snooping through your stuff!” Jimmy responded with an angry snarl as he yelled back, “Shit Curly!—“ he wandered back into his room and Curly followed him, still insistent on his question. “Why do you have that?” “It was a gag gift from a friend.” “You have no friends, Jim.” “I got curious.”
Curly raised an eyebrow. This was new, “Have you ever used it?” Jimmy slammed the thing back into his drawer and snapped his head back, “Why the fuck do you wanna know? I’m not gay.” Curly head up his hands defensively, “I never said you were. I just asked the question.” “Fucking Christ, why do you wanna know so bad? You some kinda fag? Getting off on that?” Curly shook his head no simply, “I literally am just curious, Jim.”
Jimmy ran a pair of hands over his face with an annoyed scowl, “No. I’ve never used it.” “How come?” Jimmys eyes stared daggers at him, he slowly responded, “Because I don’t know how. And I’m not lookin’ up some gay shit to know.”
“Do you want help?”
Jimmys eyes widened slightly before his brows furrowed and he snarled back, “What the fuck, Curly?” Curly shrugged, “You seem annoyed, you said you were curious. I can help, really. Just man to man here.” Jimmy thoughts raced, weighing his options, before snapping out of it, and shoving his hands into his pockets, “You’re such a fag, Grant.” “That’s not a no.” “It’s not.”
Curly smiled at him, “How about you go sit on the couch, do you have any lube?” Jimmy replied snappily, “Second drawer to your left. Under the socks,” he then walked over to the couch and plopped himself down on it. Curly didn’t have the mind to question why Jimmy just had lube lying around and located it, grabbing it, and then the intimidating horse toy, and walking back over to the couch.
He can’t imagine how insane he looked walking over to Jimmy, all wide smiles with a huge erotic toy in his hand. He sat down next to Jimmy and patted his lap. Jimmy gave him a confused look before letting out an angry, “I’m not a fucking dog!” Curly cocked an eyebrow, “Do you want help or not?” Jimmy made an annoyed sound and sprawled himself lazily over Curly’s lap, lying on his stomach. Curly hovered his hand over Jimmy’s sweats, and then pulled them down gently, looking back down at him for any discomfort as he pulled down his boxers as well.
“Have you ever…” Curly started, quickly interrupted by an annoyed Jimmy, “No. I’ve never taken it in the ass. I’m not gay.” Curly sighed softly, “Never said you were.” He uncapped the, noticeably already opened and used slightly, lube and put some on his finger, he hovered his finger over Jimmy’s ass and spoke again, “Might be cold.” “Whatever.”
He gently prodded his rim, noticing how tense Jimmy was. He put his hand on Jimmy’s head, gently petting it out of his face, “You need to relax.” Jimmy looked up at him, seemingly trying to come up with a smart ass response, but kept his mouth shut and let out a shaky sigh. He loosened up and Curly began to pump his finger in and out of his entrance, eventually adding a second finger. Jimmy was unnaturally quiet and Curly looked back down at him.
“Are you okay?” Jimmy spoke, a notable shutter to his voice, “St-stop acting like I’m some girl. I’m fine.” Curly sighed and began moving his fingers faster, bringing them down to the knuckle inside him. Jimmy let out a surprised choked sound, letting out a curse as he gripped the couch in front of him. Curly let out a small chuckle, much to Jimmy’s dismay.
He liked seeing him like this, he was so used to seeing Jimmy in a bad light. Sure, he was his friend, but he was cold. He was almost never nice to Curly, unless he was a few bottles in. Having Jimmy under him, moldable like putty in his hands, was getting him more excited than he’d ever admit. As Jimmy’s sounds slipped out more often, he eventually pulled his fingers away, noting the frown on Jimmy’s face as he reached for the dildo.
As he moved it close he slightly spread Jimmy’s legs, glancing down at him, “You’ll have to be super relaxed for this, okay?” he said in a calm voice, Jimmy letting out an annoyed sound instead of a response. Curly sighed and brought the flared tip up to his rim, and slowly entered it. Jimmy’s body immediately tensed, and Curly noticed. He reached down between Jimmy’s legs, grabbing his hard cock and slowly pumping it. “Sh-shit..” Jimmy let out, his arms shaking as he gripped the arm jerking him off.
He pushed the toy in, inch by agonizing inch. As it passed by a certain spot inside him, Jimmy letting out a choked whine, slapping his hand over his mouth with a breathy moan. The sound went right to Curly’s crotch, letting out a low curse of his own, “Jesus, Jim.” He got the toy in, as much as Jimmy’s body would physically let it at least, and let him get used to it. He grinded it into him with slow circles, letting go of Jimmy’s cock and placing his hand on Jimmy’s back. “You ready?”
“Yes. Just- go.” Jimmy said in a speedy tone. Curly took that as the go ahead and slowly withdrew the toy, before slamming it back not so kindly back into him. “F-ffuck.!”, Jimmy let out, gripping Curly’s thigh and covering his mouth with his hand, letting out a flat out pathetic whimper. Curly kept a steady pace, replacing his hard thrusts with more gentle ones, much to Jimmy’s distaste.
“I-I’m not some delicate doll. Stop treating me like a girl—“ Curly took this as a challenge and changed the angle of his hand, slamming it right into Jimmy’s prostate. He let out a soundless scream, scratching Curly’s thigh as his back arched. Curly kept this rough pace now, and reached his hand down to Jimmy’s face to make him look at him.
God, he looked fucked out. His once angry expression now replaced with glazed eyes and a wide mouth, drool slightly letting off of his tongue. “G-god- Curly.. shihhit..” He moaned out, and Curly smiled. Jimmy brought his hand back up shakily to try and muffle his moans, but Curly wanted to help that too. He did what any good friend would do, and shoved his fingers into his mouth. He relished in the way Jimmy’s lips immediately suctioned around them, and the way his tongue ran over his fingers.
Jimmy’s sounds started to get louder, muffled by Curly’s fingers down his throat. Curly knew he was close, and took his fingers out, instead grabbing Jimmy’s chin and bringing him up for a kiss. He ate down Jimmy’s moans, biting his lower lip and forcing his tongue into his mouth. Jimmy’s breaths quickened before he pulled back with a downright guttural moan, gripping Curly’s shirt as he came all over Curly’s lap. His whole body shook as Curly rode out his orgasm, and eventually slipped out the toy.
They both sat in silence for a second before Jimmy shakily sat up, pushing himself off of Curly and standing up. “Jimmy? Are you okay?” “Shut the hell up. I’m not gay for any of that.” He tilted his head, setting down the toy as he walked after Jimmy, but Jimmy slammed his bedroom door in front of his face. “I’ll finish packing on my own. Just.. just come over tomorrow.” Curly was taken aback by his sudden attitude change, but nodded. “…okay. Get some good sleep. I care about you—“
“Just get the hell out, Grant.” As Jimmy heard shuffling around in the living room, and then his front door closing, he collapsed on his bed. A million thoughts raced through his head, he buried all of them. Especially the one wishing Curly would’ve kissed him again, and held him like he did. He’s not gay.