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Jimmy always hated his place under Curly. Practically being the head that the captain put his elbow on while trying to impress women across the room. Giving them sultry bedroom eyes although his mirrors pierced right through theirs. Probably scaring them away.
The only person he didn’t manage to run off with his wide blue eyes was Jimmy. The co-pilot. Eyes threatening to shoot beams at everyone else softened at the pointy edged brown eyes. The blue burning nonetheless, but they were able to touch each other unlike all the women Curly made advances towards.
This obviously had a reason behind it and the reason went back years ago. Back in high school when they genuinely decided to become friends and not answer sharers. Talking, hanging out in the corral of their school, walking to and from the bus together, all the things teenagers did to enjoy their lives at that time. The future ship’s Captain soon finding him a girlfriend in their junior year of high school—Jimmy fuming around the school’s brick walls.
His teeth almost chipping at the tips due to the continuous grinding and clattering of his molars when he saw Curly and his female companion. So close that the man could get her pregnant with just a grind. He hated that. Then soon enough, it circulated back to him hating Curly. Ignoring his texts and calls while at home. His grades falling behind even more—his best friend trying to come up to him during class to ask what his problem was, but only being met with eyes that screamed “if you don’t leave, I’ll rip your throat out,” and so he left.
Jimmy didn’t like this. The situation he put himself in, the relationship he had to stalk, he was alone time after time and this was just another notch in his chipped knife. But fortunately for the Brunette, the relationship with the Blondie and fellow brunette only lasted for a couple months. (Long enough for Jimmy’s collarbones to show again.) The two of them reunited but of course the co-pilot gave no response to the questions about his sudden departure from Curly’s life.
The lives of the two men continuing on past graduation and past the jobs they got together. Eventually quitting at the same time. Soon deciding they would go their own ways; the Brunette lost his mind the entire time, coming to a natural conclusion that said it was his fault that Curly was leaving, and not just that it was time they went about and did their own things.
About a decade passed with no word exchanged between the two men. Both thriving in totally opposite ways. Both had paying jobs and their own worries, especially Jimmy. His mind on Curly for years but he thought it was better to try and forget about him—
The Brunette soon found himself interlocked with the Blonde. Finally meeting each other once again and wanting to have something to remember once they went on the cross roads. The future co-pilot’s chipped teeth grazing the captain’s voluptuous lips. The beauty’s eyes flickering above him—he looked just like a damn Disney princess. Blue eyes, blonde hair, white skin, and a perfect body.
How many women has he put his cock in already? Jimmy knew he wouldn’t be the first or the last for Curly, but it didn’t matter.
“Jim, you sure you want to do this? I mean, you’re so eager, but I just want to be sure.”
“Stop talking and get to it, Curly.”
The captain’s hands caressed his pilots body. The hair on his caramel body wasn’t overwhelming or inadequate but even if it was, his rough face made up for it. Through all of the kissing and suckling Curly did on his body, he didn’t moan not once. He groaned here and there, let out a loud growl, or turned his head to avoid the captain scanning him for a reaction.
The man above him absolutely adored him even if he was met with a prickly embrace constantly. Slowly but surely adapting to the thorns on the cactus and scaling it like it was the thing he was made for. His mouth and eyes worshipping Jimmy’s delicate, calloused body, hands running over even the most delicate parts of his body. His tawny nubs on his chest being stimulated and causing him to leak spontaneously. Jimmy’s back arching and his shoulders digging into the cheap mattress—he still didn’t moan.
It was obvious to Curly that his best friend had done something like this before. The blonde’s nipples were never this sensitive, he basically forgot they were there daily, but that wasn’t possible for Jimmy. He got into nipple play a little while ago while trying to find a distraction from the long distance between him and his Highschool friend. Eventually amping up the delicacy of his coffee colored chest.
“You know Curly—“
“Yeah?”
The blonde cut him off with the stare of his eyes. It was horrifying to look back into a sea with two black dots in the middle of them. It only made a pit form in his stomach and he wishes he could’ve plucked his eyeballs out when he got the chance. The emotion in his eyes being so fucking foreign to him that he hated it. He hated it as much as he hated Curly. His—His straight teeth, his hairy legs that were protected by a layer of perfect golden hair, his soft hands, his privilege. He hated all of it. Jimmy should’ve left his life for good yet he found himself under Curly all over again .
“I hate you, Curly. I hate you so much. I never liked you. You always, you were always one-upping me. I was never allowed to catch up.”
“I hate YOU, Curly.”
“You never let me think on my own. You’ve never allowed me to be free—you burned your fucking face into my eyelids! I can’t even sleep at night and it’s all YOUR FAULT!”
“I wish that I left. But every time I try I just-you suction me back here. Back under you.”
Jimmy went on and on and on and on. His mental turmoil more obvious to his best friend than it ever was. It wasn’t his responsibility of course, it was Jimmy’s responsibility to take care of his own health. Attempting to glide his hand over the other man’s cheek but being slapped away and glared at. The same glare he gave him in Highschool all those years ago.
“Fuck me already. I don’t want to look at your face anymore.”
And with that he returned to his silent staring.
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Curly was always more vocal than Jimmy. Would you believe this also applied to sex? Jimmy hadn’t moaned anything and Curly was all hot and bothered due to this. He knew Jimmy was a man (no shit) so maybe he wasn’t as sensitive as all the women he’d been with. So what? Men have some pleasure spots in them and the Captain was desperately looking for them with his length.
The Brunette fighting back feminine noises with his arm pinched tightly between his teeth. His friend still working his magic inside of him and he tried his best to show that it wasn’t good, that he didn’t enjoy it, but as soon as Curly’s length curled inside of him, he couldn’t help but groan. The Captain silently cheering because he was able to finally get him to cave.
His pressure on Jimmy’s body only increasing gradually meanwhile the clock ticked on and on. The co-pilot soon coming out of his husk and forced his exhausted, sweaty body upwards. The sticky hair on his chest latching onto Curly’s less damp body and intertwining with his lemony strands. His nails tearing away at the Captains back. He hated the smooth skin. He wanted it gone, he wanted it interrupted by him.
Grinning loosely at the hiss of pain he got from the top, but he retaliated with a forceful thrust into his body. Jimmy’s toes curling at the sensation of his lower body being pummeled. His hands hooking into Curly’s back and staying there—the force of his thrusts driving his barbs deeper into the open gashes. His eyelids fluttering like one of his best friend’s old girlfriends when she saw him. God. That made him angry. Absentmindedly dragging his nails down the man’s pale back and swiping blood all over it. The bedsheet already being a mix of bodily fluids, but blood just added to the horror.
“I know you don’t hate me, Jim.”
“You love me. You might not love me more than yourself; it’s in there somewhere.”
He panted and leaned back instinctively at the Brunette snapping at his lips. Catching him off guard with a kiss to his lips that went no deeper. Jimmy kept biting him.
“I hate you.”
Jimmy repeated. He repeated himself all over again. He repeated himself even when he was below his “enemy” and getting his brains fucked out of him. His eyes rolling back into his skull, he kept confessing his hate for Curly. His desire to kill him and rid himself of the curse on his mental, the Blonde taking this as love. Everything was love according to Curly.
His bleeding back. The teeth marks on his collarbones. And most importantly the bruises on his arms from Jimmy’s vice.
It was all love.