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Curly cocked his head at Jimmy as he lifted his pen as if readying to write his response to the stupid question.
“Fuck you,” Jimmy huffed as he stood, “I don’t have to take her shit or yours.”
He moved toward the door and frustration brought Curly to his feet, tossing aside the clipboard. He grabbed Jimmy’s arm and yanked him back around.
“Let me go, asshole!” Jimmy snapped, fighting to get out of his grip.
“No, you’re going to sit down, shut up, and do as you’re told for once!” Curly snapped back.
He pulled Jimmy back toward their seats, but Jimmy slammed his fist into Curly’s forearm, making his hand spasm so he could get out of his grip. He started for the door again, but Curly swept out his foot, taking Jimmy’s legs out from under him. He landed flat on the floor with a thump and oof and Curly grabbed him by the collar to haul him back to his feet.
“You fucking asshole!” Jimmy huffed as blood started to drip from his nose, “You broke my nose!”
It was not broken, but the crimson color of his blood reminded Curly of the woman with red hair. The one that had been walking out of Jimmy’s apartment when he was going in. The one who smirked at him like she knew something he didn’t. Or like she knew something he was pretending he didn’t.
Jimmy tried to pull away, but all it did was cause some seam in his jumpsuit to rip as Curly kept a tight hold of his collar. Jimmy shoved at his chest and arm, but Curly remained immovable.
“Will you just be still and listen for once??” Curly huffed as he batted Jimmy’s hands away, “Do you think I don’t understand the bad hand you were dealt?? I get it, your life sucks, but it doesn’t have to get worse!”
“You don’t fucking ‘get it’!” Jimmy snarled, “Everything just falls in place for you all the fucking time!”
“No, it doesn’t!” Curly argued, “I work for it!”
“No, you don’t!” Jimmy shouted, “You kiss ass and flash your pretty face and everyone does what you want! You can’t tell me you didn’t fuck your way into this job, just like you did before!”
Something in Curly snapped and he let go of Jimmy as his other hand flew through the air. He backhanded Jimmy’s face so hard he went flying into the locker which clanged loudly as he hit it.
“Did you think I didn’t know?” Jimmy huffed as Curly advanced on him, “The way you begged for that disgusting faggot?”
Curly grabbed the front of his jumpsuit and blocked the fist Jimmy threw at his face. He weathered the blow to his ribs as he shoved Jimmy hard into the locker, making his head bang against it.
“Did he always call you his pretty little whore or just when you were wearing lace for him?” Jimmy sneered, baring his bloodied teeth.
Curly slapped him again just before Jimmy’s knee slammed between his legs. He wheezed and staggered back as pain burst in his crotch and shocked up into his torso. Jimmy punched him square in the jaw, sending him sideways a step and turned toward the door.
“You always get everything,” he grumbled as he moved to leave, “And I’m left empty, just watching you fill up on cake. Forgive me for getting pissy about my bad hand.”
Curly hooked an arm around his middle and swung him away from the door to slam him down on the floor. He pinned his wrists to prevent another punch and Jimmy flailed like a fish out of water.
“Our cake is the same, you idiot,” Curly hissed, “We’re eating together. We’ve always eaten together, because I give you everything. Your slice, your silverware, your fucking plate!”
“Oh, and I’m supposed to be grateful for your fucking pity?!” Jimmy demanded incredulously.
“It would be nice!” Curly huffed, “Maybe you could act less like a fucking princess about it and like you know I’m on your side!”
“Maybe you could act like you’re on my side!” Jimmy spat, “Instead of forcing me to be whatever your boss wants while you suck him off! I’m pretty sure you’re the fucking princess since you’re the one bending over like a bitch!”
Curly’s anger boiled over and let go of Jimmy’s wrist.
“Just shut up!” He shouted as he slapped his face repeatedly, “Shut up for once, you fucking asshole!”
Jimmy’s fist landed against his ear and his knee jammed into his ribs. Curly’s ears rang and he wobbled, giving Jimmy the opportunity to shove him away. He lurched to his feet to run for the door again, but Curly was right behind him.
He grabbed Jimmy by the back of the neck and yanked his arm behind his back. He made a noise of protest and pain as Curly spun around and shoved, slamming him down over the control panel. Currently locked in autopilot, nothing happened when his chest and face slammed into the controls.
“Damnit, Curly, let go of me!” He spat, squirming and grabbing at Curly’s arm, “Fuck off!”
Overcome by frustration, Curly grabbed his hair and yanked his head up just to slam it back down. More blood burst out of his nose and the flood of crimson across the controls wasn’t enough to shake Curly out of whatever this was.
“You act like you have nothing!” He went on, “But you never deprive yourself of anything! You devour everything and whine when people ask you to be a decent human being! And you just keep taking and taking from everyone!”
He yanked on Jimmy’s hair as he leaned over him.
“You should get a taste of your own medicine for once,” he growled in his ear.
Jimmy shuddered under him like he was terrified of the prospect and a darkly satisfied chuckle puffed out of Curly’s mouth. How nice to be the one on the other side for once. The dark thought that Jimmy should be the one bending over expensive desks and licking expensive shoes brought him an image that made the adrenaline in his blood burn hotter.
“You should be taught what it means to be the one taking responsibility for your fucked up actions,” he decided as he released Jimmy’s arm, “Why don’t you fix this situation instead of making me play clean up again?”
He pulled the zipper on Jimmy’s jumpsuit, dragging it down his heaving chest.
“What-?” Jimmy rasped, suddenly seeming to struggle with speaking.
“Did you think I did all of that for myself?” Curly sneered as he pulled Jimmy up to keep unzipping his jumpsuit, “I worked hard to get what I wanted, but I sacrificed my fucking dignity to bring you with me.”
Jimmy sputtered as his zipper reached his crotch and Curly’s hand brushed against his own reaction to the adrenaline of the fight. Curly palmed against his half hard cock and Jimmy jolted, grabbing at his arm.
“Don’t worry,” Curly murmured against his ear, “I’ll make you feel good if you behave, princess.”
“J-James,” Jimmy choked out desperately, a plea for Curly to stop and think.
Not even the sound of their shared first name would stop him now though. Curly was too angry, too frustrated, too fucking horny. He pressed a kiss under Jimmy’s jaw as he yanked his jumpsuit down. Jimmy trembled as he bent him over again, but didn’t fight as his jumpsuit and underwear hit the floor around his ankles. He even obediently spread his legs when Curly nudged his thigh.
Curly could hardly breathe watching the man he had loved for many years submit to his power and authority. Jimmy never submitted to anyone. That meant that finally Curly was as special to him as he was to Curly. Nobody ever understood why he kept putting up with Jimmy’s shit and they never would, because even he didn’t understand it. But Jimmy had been his from the moment they met.
He slipped his fingers into his mouth and let go of Jimmy’s hair to run his hand over his flesh, exposed and presented like a feast just for him. Jimmy was nowhere near as pretty as he used to be, but at least less scrawny than back then. And Curly still knew him better than anyone. He knew the scars and freckles he traced across Jimmy’s back. He knew his proportions, knew where he had muscle and fat. He knew that shudder of uncertainty that shook his form as his wet fingers slid over his hole.
He leaned over him to press another kiss beneath his jaw and brushed his hair from his face. Then he pushed a finger inside him. Jimmy jerked and his body clamped hard onto Curly’s finger, trying hard to stop progress.
“Easy,” Curly murmured in his ear, “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“You’re hurting me!” Jimmy snapped, voice strained and almost teary.
Another thrill shivered up Curly’s spine and he impatiently moved his finger, trying to stretch the resisting flesh, force it to accommodate him.
“Yes, it’s your turn,” he said, “Maybe you’ll understand after.”
“Understand what??” Jimmy demanded, “That you’re a disgusting faggot??”
Curly shoved his finger as deeply into him as he could, relishing the little pained noise it caused.
“We’ll see who looks most disgusting at the end of this,” he grumbled.
He stretched Jimmy’s hot flesh until he could force a second finger inside him and he spat on Jimmy’s tight hole as his saliva dried up. Jimmy shivered and his lower back dipped, pushing his ass onto Curly’s fingers. Curly smiled in satisfaction as Jimmy relaxed and loosened around his fingers while he fucked him with them.
Jimmy began to rock back and forth and pant against the controls and Curly began to throb with impatient need to give him more. To give him everything. He pressed his hips forward and ground his aching cock against Jimmy who jolted under him and grabbed at his hip, gripping the fabric of his jumpsuit in his fist. Curly kissed his neck, open-mouthed and eager and pushed his hand through Jimmy’s hair.
“You want it, don’t you?” He whispered breathlessly in his ear.
“Fuck…you,” Jimmy grunted between heavy breaths.
“Just tell me you want it,” Curly coaxed, “Don’t I give you everything you ask for?”
Jimmy grunted and his hand tugged Curly’s jumpsuit in a jerky motion that didn’t seem to know whether it wanted to encourage or discourage.
“I don’t…” he tried, “I’m not…”
“You are,” Curly dismissed firmly, tugging his hair and grinding his fingers deeply, meanly into him, “You’re a disgusting faggot too, so just tell me you want it. Beg me to give it to you.”
“F-Fuck off!” Jimmy huffed, “You can fuck yourself if you think I’ll ever beg for you!”
Curtly slammed his face back into the controls with an agitated sound. Jimmy cried out, grabbing at the hand in his hair and flailed, trying to get up, but Curly shoved his face more firmly into the controls, one button digging hard into his closed right eye.
“Why do you have to be so fucking difficult??” Curly demanded, “I always give you what you want! Just fucking say it! Say you want me to give you what you want for once in your fucking life!”
“I hate you!” Jimmy cried against the panel.
“Fucking brat,” Curly hissed.
He let go of Jimmy’s hair to grip his throat instead and twisted his fingers to press down. Jimmy tugged at his wrist, wheezing as he squeezed, but became distracted when Curly’s fingers brushed his prostate. He jolted and his knee hit the control panel as he let out a loud, high whine.
Curly grinned as he abused the spot and Jimmy squirmed, thighs pressing and sliding together like he had to piss. He made downright adorable noises, whimpers and moans he couldn’t stifle. Noises he’d die before letting anyone hear. Curly thrilled again at being special and at forcing Jimmy to humiliate himself. The good and the bad, he wanted both as always.
As Jimmy’s body tensed up, twisted tight like a windup toy, Curly stopped the assault on his prostate. He whimpered so pathetically Curly almost gave in to the temptation to give him what he wanted. But he was pretty sure he wanted Jimmy to say it more than he wanted anything in his life.
“Something to say?” He prompted.
Jimmy whined miserably.
“Better ask real nice now,” Curly said, “Since you made me wait so long.”
Jimmy huffed.
“Fuck off, asshole,” he growled.
Despite the weakness in his voice, Curly was still annoyed as fuck. So he forced him to the edge again and when he refused again, he did it a third time. Then Jimmy finally snapped and screamed in frustration. He jerked a bit like he was trying to get free one last time before he went limp in Curly’s grasp.
“I…I want it,” he sobbed, choking, “Please, James, I-I want you.”
Curly let out a breathless, triumphant laugh then carelessly dropped Jimmy and roughly pulled his fingers out of him. He yanked the zipper of his jumpsuit and shoved it off his arms then pushed it and his underwear down past his aching cock. He shoved up his undershirt and spat in his hand. He rubbed his spit over his leaky tip, then smeared his hand down his shaft.
He pressed his cock to Jimmy’s hole and pushed, having to push quite firmly before it popped inside. Jimmy let out a shriek and started to push up, but Curly gripped his shoulder, pinning him down. Jimmy’s hand clawed at his thigh and hip which were saved from getting scratched by his clothes, but then he found his bare side and proceeded to tear it to shreds.
The stinging didn’t do much to stop Curly from pushing forward, lost in the tight, searing grip of Jimmy’s body. It almost hurt and wasn’t that just an extension of his most blissfully bad habit? It wouldn’t feel right if the one he hated to love didn’t cause him pain.
As he pressed flush to Jimmy, he laid over him, his hand moving from his shoulder to his jaw. He forced him to turn his head sideways and kissed his thin, bloody lips as if they were candy. Jimmy’s hand stopped clawing and dug hard into Curly’s side. Hard enough for pretty little bruises to linger there. He wouldn’t part his lips no matter how much Curly prodded and kissed them. A bit annoyed, but willing to leave it for now, he decided to sink his teeth into Jimmy’s neck instead, leaving tiny little marks as he let Jimmy huff and whine for a bit.
When he couldn’t wait any more, he began to move. Jimmy whined louder and pushed his elbow into his chest and even though it did nothing, Curly pinned his wrist to the control panel. Jimmy dropped his forehead onto the back of Curly’s hand where it laid over his wrist and panted like he was running a marathon.
He looked so small and weak under Curly. He couldn’t believe this man was the source of so much trouble in his life. He almost wanted to close his eyes as his frustration began to rear its head again, but he couldn’t look away. Not when he was fucking Jimmy hard enough to bruise them both.
“S-Slower,” Jimmy pleaded tearfully.
“You can’t convince me that’s what you really want,” Curly dismissed, voice breathy and rough with exertion.
He reached under Jimmy to grip his hard cock nearly as tight as his ass was gripping his. Jimmy hissed and his hips jerked, fucking into Curly’s fist and he began to shake, his whimpers drawing out into moans.
“There now,” Curly murmured breathlessly, “I told you I’d make you feel good…You love it, don’t you, princess?”
“Yessir,” Jimmy slurred, seemingly completely dazed.
“Aren’t you grateful?” Curly pressed.
“Th-Thank you, sir,” Jimmy mumbled.
Curly shivered, rhythm going off for a second. He let out a shaky breath then pressed his face between Jimmy’s shoulder blades and fucked him into the control panel with feverish urgency, all while praising him and calling him his sweet little princess. Jimmy spoke too, but in a jumbled mess between his gasps and cries. He was so much more adorable like this. Curly dazedly wondered why he took so long to get him like this.
He managed to be coherent enough to get Jimmy to come first so he could feel the way his body tightened and spasmed while he shouted his name. Then he finally let go himself, giving Jimmy everything he had wanted to for so long. It felt horrible and wonderful. He braced his hand on the controls as he wobbled and pressed his face into Jimmy’s dull hair. Finally he got what he deserved and Jimmy did too. Hopefully when the guilt kicked in, it wouldn’t destroy him.