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Jimmy let out a sigh against the shower stream, slicking his hair back as the water hit his face. Nothing was better than getting clean after a long day's work, not that his job was particularly physical; it was the principle. Following someone else’s rules, being talked at instead of to, all accumulating into the worst ‘dirty’ there was. Jimmy turned off the shower and grabbed the towel he left for himself on the toilet lid, wrapping it around his head to shake some of the water off. Once he was no longer dripping, he opened the curtain and stepped out onto the mat.
“Jimmy?”
He heard his name called from the living room, where his roommate, Curly, had been making a dent in their couch.
“One sec!” Jimmy rolled his eyes, wrapping his now wet towel around his waist. He left his breast exposed simply because he didn’t care to cover them in his own house— not that they were necessarily big enough to be an eye sore.
He left the bathroom with a shiver.
“Oh, hey, Jimmy.” Curly called from over the couch. “I meant to ask, can I borrow your laptop?”
“Why?” Jimmy ran his fingers through his freshly washed hair. “Don’t you have your own?”
“Mine is busted. I’m gonna have to get a new one, but I have to go on and check—” Curly turned his head to look over at Jimmy, and when he was faced with his bare chest he swore his neck cracked in its frantic efforts to be respectful. Still, Jimmy could see the red radiating off his cheeks. “Um.”
“I don’t care why you need it. If you can find it, it’s yours. There’s no password.” Jimmy tightened the towel around his waist. “Good luck.” Jimmy quickly scaled the stairs before Curly could get another word in, closing his bedroom door with a relieved sigh. Finally, he thought. Alone time.
He dropped his towel and shimmied his hips up on his bed, letting his shoulders fall back into the mess of comforters. It had been a while since he had any time to himself. Sure, he liked having a roommate, Curly was nice enough, but he was clingy. Jimmy could barely go to the bathroom without a knock on the door or a whiney voice calling him from the hallway. The only real alone time he got was cooped up in his room, typically with one hand down his pants and the other clasping his mouth shut. Not that he had been finding much relief in it as of late— not since they upped the dosage of his medication.
Jimmy settled in and closed his eyes, letting his hands wander as they pleased. They settled on his hips, working their way up until each palm held a breast respectively. He gingerly brushed his thumb past his nipples, eliciting an inaudible gasp from the brunette. He thought of what it must be like to please a man like him, knowing anyone who ever tried fell short to do so.
Jimmy’s chest heaved, that thick trail of hair beading with water as it worked its way between his breasts and down his lower belly. His fingers worked themselves through a thick mat of curls between his legs, his lower belly contracting when he felt his hard clit pulsating in anticipation. Jimmy’s back arched in pleasure as his middle finger pet the underside, generously wetting it. His sexual frustration was reaching an all time high, and the antipsychotic medication dulling his senses became an aggravating obstacle.
He tried to play scenes behind his eyes— disembodied hands gripping the gentle curve of his waist, moving his body to their will. He pictured bruises left by a rough grip, guiding his hips up and down— back and forth— over and over again. He dared let out a soft moan as his fingers fully explored himself, tapping and rolling his finger over his entrance to gauge just how wet he’d gotten.
“Hey, Jim? I—” Curly, his roommate, knocked and entered at the same time. He paused in his tracks to see Jimmy’s knees fallen, thighs trembling, exposed to the thick air in the room. “I um…”
Jimmy quickly closed his legs and sheltered himself, his eyebrows furrowing in rage. “WHAT?”
“Uh.” Curly swallowed hard. “You… uh… I…”
“Uh, uh, uh, what?” Jimmy mimicked him. “Spit it out.”
“I… was going to say I found your laptop.” He suddenly shifted his leg to cross it over his ankle, taking a slow step back. “I was going to ask if um… I could still borrow it.”
“I already said yes.” Jimmy could feel how red his face was from both his aggravation and the embarrassment of being caught masturbating. He was about to gesture toward the door to signal him out when he had an idea. Perhaps not a good one, but an idea nonetheless. Curly was standing there, unsure what to do, and Jimmy had a job for him.
“Actually, come here.” Jimmy demanded, his breathing already labored from the thought. “Now.”
Curly looked like a deer in headlights, knees buckling slightly as he likely attempted to conjure up a reply. Before he could, Jimmy shifted up on his elbows and spoke again.
“I need… help.” He almost whined. “Fucking Vraylar… makes it so hard to cum.” Jimmy let his thighs fall apart again, dropping his head back on the bed.
Curly seemed to stay firmly planted in the doorway, unsure what to do or say. Jimmy understood to a degree— he likely was never propositioned in such a way, but it didn’t matter. He was going to come to his aid because Jimmy needed it, and he’d beg if he truly had to.
“Jim…”
Jimmy started feverishly rubbing his clit, exhaling into the air that kept thickening. It was suffocating him, absolutely overwhelming his senses. There was no shame in it— not now— maybe later when he’d wrap his head around what they’d done, but not now. He squeezed his eyes closed and moaned out. Jimmy seemed to always be on the edge, never quite over it.
Just when he thought Curly would turn around a cowardly mess, he felt two hands on his inner thighs, massaging into the skin there. “What do you need?...”
Jimmy removed his own hand and opened his eyes, noticing just how close he was. He reached up and gripped him roughly by the hair to pull him in, practically shoving his face against his pussy. Curly was at the ready immediately, gripping his thighs hard as he opened his mouth. He was quick, adapting to the situation as it unfolded. Curly’s tongue parted his folds and gathered his wetness on his tongue, bringing it upward to swirl around his clit.
Jimmy’s body was on fire. He was so hot he could barely take it. His grip on Curly’s hair tightened as he moaned into his pussy, the wet smack of his lips driving him towards utter insanity. He pressed his face further against him to intensify the movement of his tongue, maybe even to feel him fight back against the body slowly suffocating him. He didn’t, however. Curly moved his thumbs to spread his pussy open so he could truly get a taste for all of it. He practically cleaned the mess he made prior to him walking in. Jimmy swore his tongue was everywhere all at once, and it still wasn’t enough.
Curly hummed out, quickly raising his hands to the back of his knees and folding Jimmy in half. That leverage gave him full access, and he took full advantage by dipping the tip of his tongue inside of him. It taunted him, flattening soon after to run it up the entirety of his pussy yet again. Jimmy thought his eyes might cross from all the attention, letting out a guttural moan when Curly’s tongue went back to massaging his clit.
Jimmy gripped underneath his own thighs, digging his nails into the sensitive skin there just as Curly wrapped his lips around his swollen clit and sucked it in and out of his mouth.
“Oh my god.” His words were barely coherent now. His body kept craving more and more. “Fucking lay down.”
Curly lifted off Jimmy with a quiet pop of his lips, his chin dripping with his arousal. Sweat was beading from his temples down the sides of his face, accompanying the redness across the superficial parts of his cheeks. He did exactly as Jimmy asked and rolled over onto the bed.
Now that he had him there, he wasn’t sure what to do with him. He looked to be ready for anything, but his hands were more eagerly twitching toward the crotch of his pants. His cock was at attention, straining the thin fabric of his sweats as he waited to be touched. Jimmy pulled at the hem of his shirt impatiently. “Take your clothes off.”
“But Jim, I—”
“Take them off.” Jimmy pulled at the drawstring of his sweats, undoing the knot Curly made to keep them on his hips.
Curly pulled his shirt off with one hand, tossing it off the edge of the bed. He let his mouth hang open in anticipation as Jimmy worked his sweats off. Jimmy noticed he was transfixed on his hands, watching each and every move he made. “Are you sure about this?”
“God, do you ever shut up?” Jimmy panted, finally gaining the leverage it took to slide Curly’s sweats down his thighs. His hard cock sprung to life outside of its restraints, perfectly thick and curved upward. Curly was properly groomed, trimmed to match the length of the blonde hair cascading down from his belly button. Jimmy knew how lucky he was, or how lucky he was about to be.
Jimmy huffed, crawling up to straddle his waist. He lowered his hips until his clit rested against the shaft of his cock, quickly thrusting his hips back and forth against it. The sound of their wet skin colliding in a wet mess made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
“Fuck, Jim…” Curly moaned. He grabbed hard at his hips to guide him forward so the head of his cock was rubbing right up against his entrance. Jimmy could feel it daring to enter him, putting the pressure without committing to it. It was exhilarating.
“You want to fuck me so bad right now, don’t you?” Jimmy’s voice was dripping with arousal. “You want to make this pussy cum?”
“Yes.” Curly’s moan came out desperate, strangled.
Jimmy lifted his hips until the head of Curly’s cock was barely touching his entrance, rolling his hips there. He quickly planted his feet at Curly’s sides and hunched forward, putting his hands on his belly. The position was slightly awkward, but he had the best leverage this way. He needed every single inch of him, and he needed it now.
Jimmy practically slammed himself down on his cock, letting the ache of his quickness radiate through him as a pleasure of its own. He looked down to see Curly’s lowered gaze, unable to decide whether he wanted to watch his face or the sight of his cock disappearing inside of him. He alternated between the two until he noticed Jimmy watching him.
The eye contact made it all the more intense. Jimmy thrust his hips downward in a frenzy, his fingernails digging into Curly’s sensitive skin. The wet smack of their hips each time he sat back in his lap made his stomach twist in arousal. He took his entire cock over and over again, only quickening his pace as time went on, and still, it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck.” Jimmy shivered, pulling up off him. “Get up.” He demanded, and Curly complied.
Jimmy crawled further up the bed and pressed his chest to it, lifting his hips in the air. He snaked his hand between his legs and spread his aching pussy open for him. He was so wet he could feel it dripping down his fingers. “Plea—” Before Jimmy could finish Curly was entering him again, sinking his cock deep inside of him. The position was perfect.
“Wanna make you cum.” Curly grunted, panting like a wild dog. He grabbed his hips hard and slammed into him in perfect time. “Touch yourself for me.”
Jimmy did exactly what he asked, slipping his fingers against his clit and quickly swiping them from side to side. The pleasure made him tense up periodically around Curly’s cock, pulling gorgeous moans from the blonde as each contraction massaged his member. Jimmy being a vessel for someone else's pleasure amplified his own tenfold.
“Oh fuck…” Jimmy gasped. “Just like that…” Suddenly his head was jerked back by his hair, a tight grip tugging to match his borderline violent thrusts.
“How does my cock feel?” Curly purred, and Jimmy instantly melted.
“So good… feels so fucking good…” His free hand dug into the fitted sheet. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum.” Curly demanded, tightening his impossible grip on his hair.
Jimmy’s mouth hung open, drool gathering against the bed sheets as his moan caught in his throat. It was too good, too much, and Jimmy knew he was finally getting what he needed.
“Cumming…” Jimmy’s fingers on his clit stopped moving and pressed down hard, letting Curly’s thrusts hold all the weight. His thighs were shaking uncontrollably, almost vibrating between the slap of Curly’s own. He squeezed his eyes closed and held his breath as his orgasm ripped through his core. His lungs ached from loss of air, caving his chest inward until a gasp ripped its way in.
An unfamiliar wetness began drenching the bed beneath him, making the sound of their love making more egregious in nature. Jimmy was unaware, or at least didn’t care, that Curly was unloading his cum deep inside of him. All he cared about was the vicious dance between his muscles and his intense orgasm as he came down from it.
“That’s it.” Curly cooed. “Good boy…”
“M’your good boy.” Jimmy slurred his words, his brain reeling in attempts to come back to his body. “Fuck… you came inside?”
“Yeah.”
“Mmgh..” Jimmy knew he should be angry but he didn’t have it in him. He remained under Curly’s control even when he released his hair from his fist.
Whatever compelled Curly to wind back and press entirely back into him, Jimmy was grateful. The overstimulation made his stomach jolt. “Oh my god.” He trembled.
“Can’t help myself.” Curly moaned. “Never want to stop.”
“Don’t.” Jimmy leaned up on his elbows, rocking back to meet him. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop…”
Jimmy felt his heart start racing from the adrenaline post orgasm, his body actively craving for more even after getting what it needed. His head hung from his shoulders, swinging lifelessly as he rolled his hips back. How Curly managed to stay hard after his orgasm was a mystery he was eternally grateful for.
“Roll over.” Curly demanded, and it was Jimmy’s turn to obey. He waited until Curly left him to roll on his back a disheveled mess. Above him Curly’s body loomed, both hands pressing to the bed beside Jimmy’s head. His thighs inched forward until they rested below Jimmy’s. “I want to see your face when you cum again.”
Jimmy had never felt so submissive in his life. He easily fell apart with his words, the brief nod of his head letting Curly know that he was more than willing to do what he asked, so long as he kept touching him.
Curly leaned down, hovering his lips over Jimmy’s. The closeness made it impossible to reject his kiss, nor did he want to. Jimmy craned his neck, parted lips meeting Curly’s to accept it. His arms flew around his neck to hold him close while Curly held himself up with one hand, allowing the other to adjust his cock and slip it inside the aggregate of saliva and cum.
“Fuck, Jim.” Curly raised his hand to card it through Jimmy’s damp hair. “Your pussy feels so fucking good…”
Jimmy turned his head toward Curly’s, licking messily at his bottom lip to let him know he wanted to be kissed again. Curly parted his lips and leaned into it, swirling his tongue around Jimmy’s. He moaned against it, his breathing labored with each bang of his hips.
The mixture of oversensitivity and feral need made it easier for Jimmy to climb towards orgasm. He began meeting his hips with desperate little thrusts downward, tensing his insides here and there to give Curly’s thrusts more purpose.
Curly looked down at him with hooded eyes. “Gonna cum inside again.”
“Mhm.” Jimmy gasped, nodding his head. “Cum in me.”
His words brought new life to Curly, causing him to crack down and start slamming his hips once again. Jimmy swore he’d bruise them from the constant collision of their bodies. “Are you close, baby?” Curly panted.
“So close.” Jimmy’s body was trembling head to toe, his face a shade of dark red after being addressed with a pet name. The physical overstimulation was enough, the sudden mental overload sent shock waves of pleasure straight to his lower belly. “Now.”
Curly leaned up so he could get a good look at him, body and all. He admired the way Jimmy’s hips couldn’t stay still, and neither could his hands as they gripped and scratched at his own skin in anticipation for his second orgasm. “So pretty.” His comment left Jimmy reeling.
Again, in perfect time, his body convulsed in bliss, another stream exploded from him onto Curly’s belly, wetting the both of them as it fought against the swing of Curly’s hips. It felt so good Jimmy was babbling incoherently in a mixture of moans and oh’s. He swore he’d wake up the entire neighborhood with how loud they were, but it didn’t matter. The thought was completely lost when Curly fully sheathed himself and came inside him yet again— this time as deep as he could possibly go and then some. He could feel just how close the head of his cock was to his cervix, and it made his body heat rise again. “Fucking Christ.” He inhaled sharply. “Oh my god.”
Curly leaned over to press a kiss to his lips, panting quietly against them. “Holy shit.”
“Do I say ‘thank you’ or ‘you’re welcome’?” Jimmy breathed. “I feel like both would work.”