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Sparrow and Smarty Pants were in the Golden Rose Theater’s tech booth, chatting. Sparrow leaned against the desk, much to Smarty’s dismay—there was a control console right behind him—but she spoke nothing of it. She sat in a swivel chair, gesturing wildly, rambling about the stage lighting.
Sparrow was totally lost.
“Smartie, I know you looooove getting all technical, but I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
Sparrow groaned, stretching his arms. He wasn’t that bright, everyone knew that, especially Smarty. She kept spouting bullshit either way.
Well, it wasn’t bullshit. It was just.. smart people stuff. Stuff Sparrow didn’t understand.
What fun was in being smart? You can either be smart and ugly, or dumb and pretty. Except for Smarty. She seemed to bend those rules, being both cute and insanely intelligent.
Smarty scowled. “I get you’re stupid, but I was just talking about the lights! I didn’t know you had the IQ of a kindergartener..." After a small pause, she opened her mouth to continue speaking, but Sparrow cut her off.
“I’m gonna go annoy Ronnie. Peace!” He shot out the door.
“No!” Smarty shouted, chasing after him for a few steps. Sparrow heard her stop far behind himself. He carried on gleefully, delighted at her frustrated sigh.
Sometimes Sparrow just couldn’t be stopped. This was one of those times. He spoke without thought—not like he thought much either way—acted on whims, and survived by pure luck. And he lived to bother people.
“Where is he?” Sparrow mumbled to himself, opting to cartwheel down the aisle of the theater instead of walking.
Luckily, he didn’t have to look very far. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kroto, Lady Bella, and Ronald of Ness—his target—talking backstage.
Sparrow made his way there as fast as possible, of course, there was about an hour of downtime so there was no need to be sneaky. He walked straight across the stage to get to Ron. The group looked at Sparrow, alerted by the thump of his shoes against the stage floor. Their expressions gave away the fact they weren’t very happy to see him.
“Heeeeeey!”
“Christ..." Kroto groaned, quickly excusing herself and rushing away. That was fine, she wasn’t the target anyway.
Sparrow had that effect on people. They never wanted to be near him! He didn’t really get it. Sure, he was a little crazy and loved terrorizing people, but Smarty Pants liked him. Surely that meant he was fun to be around. Smarty was calm and quiet. Their personalities clashed. That must’ve meant he was appealing.
Lady Bella had a similar reaction, though was more polite. “Ah, I just remembered! I have some business to attend to. Please excuse me,”
And before he knew it, Sparrow was alone with Ron.
This was good! Better than if the other two had stayed!
Ron looked disturbed. “Get away from me,” He grumbled, starting to walk in the same direction as Kroto.
Sparrow followed him, staying close. “Aww, don’t be like that! Ronnie, do you wanna watch Jersey Shore with me and Phonograph?”
“Don’t call me that.” Ron spat, picking up his pace and changing direction. He seemed visibly uncomfortable. His posture was tense, as was his face. He didn’t seem like he wanted to stay with him, but when did he ever?
Sparrow frowned exaggeratedly, speeding up as well. “You don’t like it? Why not, Ronnie?”
Ron was just adding fuel to the fire. If you didn't like something Sparrow did, he would just do it more. He personally found it more fun that way, a never-ending game of back and forth.
“Where are we going?” Sparrow prodded, tilting his head as he walked along with Ron.
Ron huffed, looking away from Sparrow. “Hopefully away from you.”
They were off the stage now, walking back up the aisle.
Surely he wasn’t being returned to Smarty! He’d only just started talking to Ron! Someone can only take so much smart people talk until your brain turns to mush.
Sparrow let out a loud, melodramatic sigh. “Noo, I don’t want to go back to Smartie! Hang out with me! Pleeease?”
Sparrow liked tormenting Ron the most. He never reacted positively, the way someone like Commander would. She thought Sparrow was silly, even if he was too over-the-top sometimes.
Ron, though? Always kept Sparrow wondering what he’d say next. A weak insult or threat, or just asking to be left alone. He never truly put his heart into it, which puzzled Sparrow. Could he really not come up with anything?
Nevertheless, it always made Sparrow feel a bit fuzzy. There was definitely something wrong if that’s how he reacted to Ron’s insults.
When they reached the tech booth, the door was already open. Guess Smarty didn't care that much.
“Take your dog back!” Ron hissed, shoving Sparrow inside like it was nothing.
Smarty’s eyes widened. “How’d you do that? He’s so... Tall..."
That would be true for anyone in comparison to Smarty. She was just incredibly short. Sparrow, though, was on the opposite side of that spectrum. He was insanely tall, coming in at 6’5. He was also, of course, very muscular. A lifetime of acrobatics and gymnastics was to thank for that.
So when Ron moved him so effortlessly...It made Sparrow shiver a little. Ron was so intimidating, and so...
Shit, he was leaving!
Sparrow stumbled back out, chasing after Ron. “Please hang out with me!” He whined, finding himself almost tripping just to keep up.
“Did you snort several lines before coming to work? Leave me alone!”
That one was new. And partially the truth! But really, who wasn’t even a little bit high? Kroto and Lady Bella sure were.
“You can’t prove anything!” Sparrow beamed. “I’m gonna keep following you. It’s fun.”
Ron continued walking, turning his head away from Sparrow and adjusting his mask. The rest of his body remained in a state of constant recoil, like Sparrow was diseased and contagious.
Sparrow thought that wasn’t very nice. He tried taking his chances and reached for Ron, but stopped short. His hand hovered right above Ron’s shoulder.
Ron ducked away, starting to speed up once more. “Don’t touch me!” He snapped.
Sparrow smiled mischievously. Ron was starting to look more pissed than uncomfortable. And who wouldn’t be, with Sparrow chasing them around?
“Where’re we going now?” He asked, walking ahead of Ron to catch a glimpse of his face.
Ron’s face was red, most likely out of anger than anything else. His teeth were bared slightly, sharp canines showing. “Fuck off!” He raised his voice.
He was getting desperate, it seemed. Losing his composure. Well, what little he had left of it.
And it was hot. It was really hot. Sparrow was not afraid to admit that.
What else could he say? What could he do..? This was fun. He wondered what would happen if he pushed Ron’s buttons further.
Sparrow felt his own face getting warm.
He looked around, eyes unfocused. “Just wonderin’. Where are we going? Will you tell me?”
“We’re not going anywhere. I’m trying to get away from you.”
“Okay, where are you going?” Sparrow pressed as they approached a door, feigned hurt lacing his words at Ron’s stubbornness.
“The dressing room. Clearly. You work here, you should know this.” Ron grumbled, slamming the door open and stomping in.
Sparrow followed him inside. “Why? You’re already dressed, aren’t ya? Or are you gonna fix your—"
Much to Sparrow’s surprise, Ron pulled him by the vest so they were at eye level and kissed him, hard. Oh. Wow!
Sparrow—hesitantly—pulled away. “...I give my full consent for anything you want to do with me. I’ll make it clear if I want to take it back.” He’d had sex so many times, that sentence felt like a reflex.
But no one else excited him quite like Ron. That one kiss sent shockwaves all through his body. He’d always liked Ron, first because he was an easy target, and second because he made Sparrow feel such concentrated ecstasy. More than coke, even. Nothing in the entire world made him feel the way Ron made him feel just from accidental eye contact. He couldn’t count on two hands the amount of times he would go home after work and get himself off to the thought of fucking Ron. And now, he was so close...
“Okay,” Ron confirmed, snapping Sparrow back to reality. He said it rather calmly, expression warm, before quickly shifting back to his typical aggressive demeanor. He pulled Sparrow back down, kissing him sloppily, needily. Sparrow wrapped his arms around Ron’s waist and parted his lips slightly to allow for tongue. Taking the hint, Ron slipped his tongue into Sparrow’s mouth.
This was really happening. It wasn’t just one of Sparrow’s sick, pathetic fantasies. But god, it felt like it. His mind drifted once more. What was Ron going to do to him? Was he vocal? Who would top? Sparrow had only bottomed a couple times before, but he wasn’t against it. He just preferred being in control...most of the time. Ron, though.. he wanted Ron to manhandle him. He was more than capable of it, it seemed, as he could move Sparrow with ease.
Though, maybe that had something to do with how Sparrow always felt a little limp around Ron. Weak.
He liked that Ron made him feel that way. It wasn’t often he could be physically overpowered by someone, and fuck, it turned him on.
Ron broke the kiss, panting and glaring up at Sparrow. He closed the door—he’d forgotten earlier, apparently.
Sparrow stood still, dazed, smiling.
“Didn't think you’d get like this just from making out,” Ron mumbled, taking the opportunity to push Sparrow up against the vanity counter. “Everyone knows you’re a whore.” He looked up at Sparrow for confirmation, and when given a nod, started to suck hickeys into the blond’s neck.
It wasn’t new information that Sparrow liked to sleep around, and it was true that everyone knew—to some degree—but Ron? If Sparrow wasn’t hard before, he sure was now. Ron thought about him having sex. Even if only for a split second. And now he was–
He bit down especially hard on Sparrow’s neck, eliciting a sharp gasp.
Ron looked up again to ask, “Was that okay?”
Sparrow nodded. “Yeah, yeah, of course. I just got startled. Keep goin’...”
He whimpered, so understimulated, desperate for something else besides Ron’s teeth on his neck. He reached down with one hand and started gently pawing at himself through his shorts. It was nice, but nothing compared to Ron’s touch.
“Ronnie...” Sparrow groaned, “I need more than this."
Ron bit down one more time before pulling back, scowling at him. “What do you want me to do?” He crossed his arms, looking Sparrow up and down. “You want me to fuck you? Hm?”
Sparrow nodded feverishly, still mindlessly stroking his clothed dick.
“Speak.” Ron hissed.
Sparrow kept nodding, though he answered verbally as well. “Mhm.. Please..?” To be closer, to feel more of Ron was all his clouded mind could think about.
Ron pinned Sparrow down more effectively, holding his wrists. If anything, it made Sparrow feel more muddled than before.
“After all of your nonsense,” Ron growled. “You think just ‘please’ will get you anywhere?” He gave a sly smirk and tightened his grip on Sparrow’s wrists.
Sparrow squirmed under him, breathing heavily. “Oh god, Ronnie, I.. I’ll be good for you, I promise! I’ll let you be as rough as you want. Please, please, I need you to fuck me!” He ached for something, anything more than whatever they were doing. It wasn’t enough. He needed to feel Ron inside him, have Ron dig his nails into his hips, use him.
“Didn’t even tell you to beg,” Ron mumbled, letting go of Sparrow. “Guess you knew. Good.”
Sparrow fell back onto the counter a little, already used to Ron holding him up. He regained his balance and stood up straight. “Well...?” He looked at Ron expectantly.
“I suppose.” Ron huffed and stepped back. “Weren’t you just about to come from kissing? Now you need me to fuck you? You make me sick.”
Sparrow stumbled along the vanity counter, stopping in front of his own mirror. His area of the counter was a mess. His makeup bags were spilled out, brushes and bottles scattered all over. His mask hung off one of the mirror light bulbs and his hat was halfway off the counter.
He found comfort in chaos...most of the time. Right now, he was so uncomfortable, and god damn it, he couldn’t find his fucking lube with his makeup all over the counter.
Fuck, finally! It was buried under—literally—everything else. What a nightmare.
“Why do you just have lube here?” Ron sounded confused, though the answer was pretty obvious.
Well, at least to Sparrow, who stifled laughter as he walked back to Ron. “I get around. I’m a whore, remember? Your words.”
“Right.” Ron paused, “Before we do anything, have you been, uh... tested?” His voice was different again, cool and calm.
Sparrow grinned. “Yup! I’m clean. You?” He may have been a whore, but he made sure to get tested regularly.
“Yeah, me too.” Ron nodded, returning the smile before snapping back to his typical attitude. “Are you ever gonna take your clothes off, or am I gonna have to do it for you?”
Sparrow shuddered, reminded of just how hard he was. “I would prefer that, actually,” The thought of Ron’s hands all over him.. This needed to move faster.
“Of course you would,” Ron scoffed, moving at an excruciatingly slow pace as he took Sparrow’s shirt and vest off. Sparrow writhed against his hands, whimpering. What was taking so long...?
Ron, once he finally let Sparrow’s tops fall to the floor, grabbed him by the arms. “Stop moving. You’re making my job harder.” His tone came across annoyed, but by his face Sparrow could tell he was enjoying this. Sparrow, shocked, could only muster up a small “Mnn..” in response. Ron’s hands were warm on his skin, chilled by the air of the room.
That seemed to suffice for Ron, who let go and let his hands trail down Sparrow’s body and to the waistband of his shorts.
Sparrow shivered. Ron’s hands were so close... If he could just move them a little closer... If he could...
In one quick motion, Ron removed Sparrow’s shorts and underwear, then stepped back.
Ron was still fully clothed, though. That didn’t seem very fair.
“What about you..? I wanna see you, too..” Sparrow whined. He felt so exposed. At the same time, it’s not like he felt shame for it. He’d abandoned any of that at the door. He was about to have sex in a public place!
Ron hesitated, then sighed, taking off his suit jacket. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” He prompted.
Oh, right.
Sparrow squeezed some lube out onto his fingers and took a deep breath before easing one into his hole. For some reason, it was a little humiliating. Maybe it was because Ron was just watching in silence.
So Sparrow closed his eyes, letting his mind wander. Most of his fantasies had been about fucking Ron, not being fucked by him. But that just made this all the more exciting. It was unexpected! Being tossed around like a ragdoll was exhilarating! And in public, too. They needed to do this again. Would Ron even want to? Was this a one-time thing?
Two.
Sparrow really didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. He felt so high, so euphoric. God, could this move any faster? He needed Ron inside him.
“Mmh..” Sparrow opened his eyes, to see Ron hadn’t really.. undressed. His vest was off, and his shirt was mostly unbuttoned, but that was it. “Ronnie, your clothes are still on..” Sparrow complained. That wasn’t fair, he wanted to see Ron’s body. Really badly. What he was seeing then wasn’t enough.
Ron rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know. You done?” He looked at Sparrow expectantly, crossing his arms.
Sparrow nodded and pulled his fingers out before handing off the bottle of lube. With his other hand. Obviously.
“So are you ever gonna take your—”
Abruptly, Ron flipped Sparrow around so that he was facing the mirror. God, he was going to watch himself get fucked. Sparrow could hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor as he studied himself in the mirror. Small bruises and bite marks littered his neck, his hair was somehow already messed up, and his face was totally flushed. He looked so.. pathetic.
A few more moments passed, and Ron bent Sparrow down so that he was moreso laying on the counter than standing against it. Sparrow braced himself as Ron took hold of his hips.
It felt so nice to be moved forcefully. Ron had been pushing him around like he weighed nothing, and—FUCK!
Sparrow let out a yelp, feeling Ron’s cock push inside him. Even though he was waiting for it, it was still unexpected. It made his knees buckle a bit.
“You okay?” Ron asked, staying still.
“Mmm..Give me a sec,” Sparrow whined. Maybe he’d rushed the prep a little...It’d be fine. It didn't hurt that bad.
It didn’t take long to stop being painful, anyway. “You can move now.. mnn..”
Ron grunted in response, starting to pump in and out slowly. His grip on Sparrow tightened, fingers pressing into his hips harshly.
Sparrow whimpered, his upper body limp, slumped on the counter like a corpse. He lifted his head up to look at himself in the mirror again. Embarrassingly, he’d started drooling.
Actually, was it really that embarrassing in comparison to the situation as a whole? He was bent over a counter, getting fucked like a genuine slut. And in public. What more did a bit of drool do, really?
Ron seemed to have found a good rhythm.
Sparrow had tried to keep noises to somewhat of a minimum before, but he couldn’t keep it up. This was too much. Before he knew it, he’d started mewling and whining involuntarily.
“God, Sparrow. You make me so fucking sick. Do you have any self-respect?” Ron growled, breathing heavily. “I see how you look at me. So much lust in your eyes.”
Sparrow tried to reply, but all that came out was a shaky moan. He was already close, pathetic as that may be. He wanted to come so badly, but they’d just started having sex, he couldn’t. Fuck.
“Can’t even use your words anymore?” Ron cooed, his voice sarcastically soft. “Come on, what do you want to say?”
Sparrow inhaled sharply. “Mmh.. I wanted to fuck you, Ronnie..” His voice wavered as he spoke, so focused on not coming that he couldn’t think about anything else.
Ron laughed. “Yeah, you did? Could you? You practically topple over when I so much as touch you.” He sped up a bit, still keeping a steady pace.
That was true. Sparrow liked the idea in theory, but Ron made him too weak in reality. Maybe he’d get over it one day... And fuck Ron’s brains out...
He was so close. The only reason he hadn’t come yet was sheer willpower. He couldn’t think, he could barely speak, and he sure as hell couldn’t move.
“Ronnie.. I’m so close, please let me come,” Sparrow whined, shaking. There was no way he would last much longer.
“Already? How do you fuck so many people but come so fast?” Ron mocked. “Mm.. Maybe,”
Sparrow was getting frustrated, desperate. “What the hell does ‘maybe’ mean?!”
All he wanted was to come. He needed to.
“If you let me keep fucking you ‘til I come.” Ron grabbed Sparrow by the hair, lifting his head up. “And let me see your pretty face.”
Unfortunately, that meant Sparrow also had to look at himself as he came. He let out a loud, drawn out moan, his face contorting and entire body trembling. A string of drool fell from his open mouth.
Ron let go of Sparrow’s head, letting it fall back down. “Good.”
Oh, god, he was still getting fucked. This was so much. But it still felt so good...
Sparrow smiled softly as he came down from his orgasm, letting Ron continue to use him however he liked.
Before either of them could react, the door clicked open. “Hey Ron, have you seen my hairpiece-” Kroto started, and then shrieked, horrified.
“LOCK THE DOOR NEXT TIME!" She wailed.