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Ricky had gotten to a point where he couldn't stand how Julian was acting.
The raven-haired male was supposed to be his best fucking friend. Or so he thought. Instead, he was acting like a fucking jerk to everyone including him.
Ever since Barb had made him leave the park, Julian had shifted entirely as a person who somehow was even more into himself than normal. This ice, cold wall had been built, and no one was getting in. It was almost unbearable.
The money they had lost definitely didn't help with the other's anger. The amount of fighting and arguing it caused, and nearly risked Bubbles dying. Their lifelong friend who wouldn't have even hesitated to save their lives.
It was easier having Lahey and Randy in jail, along with George.
Slamming down the door to Julian's trailer, Ricky gave him a glare. The reddish brunette didn't want to fucking hear it from him on why he had been distant even after returning. "So, you just gonna sit in here all fucking day and only leave when you want, pussy?"
It wasn't meant to be that harsh.
Julian instantly shot up from his couch, returning the intense gaze. "Ricky, first of all, can't you fucking knock before coming in? Second of all, fuck off." He hissed out, glass gripped tightly to his gut. As if it was going anywhere.
"Fuck no, and how's about you fuck off, Julian? I mean, ignoring us over some random woman? You, my friend, have your properties all fucked up!" Ricky snapped as he grit his teeth. This was how it had been, so frequently. The two of them yelling at each other until a gun was pulled.
"Why the fuck does it matter what the fuck I'm doing, Ricky? Get the fuck out!" Julian had snapped right back as Ricky stomped over to him. "That's not fucking leaving, you dumbass!" His eyebrows furrowed together, nose slightly scrunched up from the anger in his chest.
Ricky acted purely upon impulse like he always had.
He shoved at Julian who instantly grabbed him by his flaming black and blue shirt. The two of them now fighting over whoever it is this time around that Julian had been seeing. With the cameras being gone, Ricky had really thought that things would change or at least go somewhat back to normal.
Yet, here he was pressed against Julian's wall inside his trailer. Both of their teeth bared in a rage as Julian began to sling out another insult at Ricky. "God, you just can't take the fucking hint!"
Was it that Julian didn't want to be around him? The wheels in his head turning, cogs clicking as he felt the zap like a lightning strike. "You could have said you didn't want me around, fucker!" Ricky finally managed to get out as Julian gave him an incredulous look.
"..Ricky, what the fuck are you talking about?"
Ricky couldn't explain. His mind and heart both set on the rage that had built, and was exploding outward. "Julian's too fucking good for ol' Ricky, now! That's what it is, isn't it?!" He gave Julian a hard shove, enough to knock him back as he began to stomp his way out of the door. "You are so.. fucked in the head, Julian!"
His legs carried him, quicker than he realized as he lit up the blunt saved behind his ear. He wasn't even sure what Julian had yelled after him. It would have hurt less had Julian just outright said it, instead of playing those stupid mind games he always played.
Julian had been standing there, staring at the departing figure of Ricky. His chest heaving now as he ground his jaw. Taking back a good portion of his glass, he walked back inside with a slam of his door to top his drink off with rum. It wasn't that Julian had intentionally tried ignoring them. More that he had begun to realize just how he had treated them, especially Ricky, over the past months alone.
Slowly, but surely, he began to try and get back into the dating scene again, but it felt way too weird for someone like him. So, most of his days relied on him sitting and waiting until something else came along. His thought process slowly became more along the lines of fucked up.
Over the years, Bubbles and Ricky, but mostly Bubbles had teased him about maybe liking men. His worries grew more about if that was true, and what it meant for him. Especially with how close he had been with Ricky.
Who even originally thought, for a short time, they were both gay. Julian refused it, through and through, because he wasn't gay. Or so, he thought.
The older he got, the harder it was for him to find a woman who he got along with that didn't want him to change. He wasn't sure if it was him or them, until one day of sitting and drinking caused a revelation within him that it was most likely him. Especially given that he felt rather odd that Ricky accepted him better than most of these partners he had.
Maybe that's what was so weird about the situation. He began to push him and Bubbles away, out of the fear of being possibly gay. Adding Ricky to the mix just caused more confusion.
Having Ricky abruptly come in, accusing him of purposefully ignoring them so that he could screw women was probably the most absurd thing that could come out of his mouth. It didn't take long for a fight to start due to Julian's cold nature of pushing people away from how he felt. Something that he had grown to regret doing.
The words coming out of his mouth quicker than he could fix them. Asking if Ricky could just take the hint, realizing too late that Ricky would think he didn't want him around. Which was far from the truth.
The more he was away from Ricky, the more he began to miss him, even if he denied it aloud. They had built this friendship on a codependency, and it was affecting Julian in more ways than one. It made doing anything, business wise, hard. Along with every other feeling that came over him.
Hours had passed since their fight had happened. Bubbles, reaching out to both of them, yet both of them refused to apologize for what went down. Ricky used Julian's words against him, and Julian simply refused out of the fact that he couldn't face Ricky until he wasn't as angry.
Their friend set something up.
Julian should have fucking seen it when he agreed to it.
The blond had mentioned that there was going to be a wicked party at Sarah's trailer, and everyone was invited. It had been a while since he got to see Julian, and he offered him to come.
So, why was Julian taken off guard when he got there and saw Ricky, fuming behind Bubbles? His mouth opening and closing before he said anything, choosing instead to roll a joint. Ignoring him was something Ricky did only when he got beyond pissed with him.
"Hey, Bubbs. Rick." Julian tried to act as if nothing ever happened to which Ricky scoffed at, rolling his eyes. The raven-haired man had to grit his teeth to not say anything more as Bubbles began to offer drinks to them both.
This was not a good idea.
Given that at the end of the night, and Bubbles turning in early as he always did, Julian had to help Ricky get back towards his trailer. He knew he would end up regretting this. Yet, he did it anyway.
Getting inside he sat Ricky down on his couch as he felt himself swaying from the amount he drank. It was a terrible idea. He shouldn't have gone to the party. He shouldn't have brought Ricky back.
"..thought yeeew didn't wan' me Jules.." Ricky slurred as Julian made himself sit down on the couch beside him. The copper haired man turned his head, flopping it to look at him.
Julian scoffed as he leaned his head back on the couch. "Shut the fuck up, Ricky. I always want you around, man." He managed to hide his drunkenness better than Ricky, but just barely as he would occasionally slur one word into another.
Ricky's eyebrows rose as he let out a slight laugh then a giggle. "I wan' yew 'round too! Got my.. my head all swirly.. my heart feels funny.." He rambled as he noticed how Julian sat a hand on his knee, eyes going wide.
Wait a minute.
Take a fucking hint.
His eyes increased in size as they darted around. Oh, fuck, Julian was definitely coming onto him! This was.. was-
Fucking great!
"I mean.. 'M not gay, or nuthin', but like yer really pretty, Jules.."
Julian's face tinted pink as he let out a noise through his teeth, looking away. "Ricky, I don't give a shit if you're gay, man.. I shouldn't feel like this towards you." He went to pull his hand away, feeling how Ricky boldly grabbed it and slid it up to his thigh.
"Feel.. feel wha'? Gay? If yew do, I dun care.. yer real hot sometimes.." The stoner blabbed as he began to ramble about Julian, as if he were writing into a diary.
Julian really needed him to shut up, and right fucking now. He slapped a hand over his mouth, keeping his other where Ricky put it. "What I do tonight, you don't tell a fucking soul." He threatened, through his slurring words. He ran his hand up to hover over Ricky's dick, noticing how he instantly pressed against his hand.
A hiss came from his teeth from behind the hand, Ricky using Julian as a means to start getting off. Growing hard under his touch as he gave Julian a lustful gaze and a heated chuckle as he pulled his hand off his mouth. "No one's gotta know.. is like a friends with the Benedicts situation for tonight.."
Swallowing thickly, Julian reached into those track pants to wrap a hand around Ricky's cock, jerking him off as Ricky let out a low moan from his throat. He took his time in pulling him out of said pants, staring down at it as he noticed just how much bigger Ricky was than him. Shit.
He never really stared at it for long periods of time, but here he was. Drunk off his ass with his best friend, holding his cock and stroking it like it was nothing.
Something must have set off Ricky because in an instant, he had managed to get Julian pushed down into the couch and half way on top of him. His hand held Julian's just above his head as he fumbled with pulling Julian's belt off and pants down, one handed. Julian's dick was out quicker than he could process it.
Ricky wrapped his hand around both their cocks, pumping them and moving his hips as they both let out strained gasps. So sure that Julian was quietly moaning. He couldn't be one hundred percent sure though, given their drunken state. Julian moving his hips along with Ricky's, being rather and surprisingly compliant.
The copper haired man gave him a sideways grin as he slid down to almost the ass end of the couch, pulling Julian's legs apart as he ran his tongue on the underside of his cock. The surprised noise that came from Julian before he covered his mouth made Ricky ecstatic. He didn't tell Julian that he may have dabbled here and there in trying this shit out. It just never felt right.
It felt right, fucking now. His mouth going over his cock as he ran his tongue down with the movement. Pushing the muscular man into his throat as he almost pulled off before going right back down. Bobbing his head.
Julian had a hand in his hair, the other on his mouth. This was wrong. This wasn't right. It felt so nice. It felt great. He couldn't believe his current predicament. Having Ricky between his legs, sucking him off as he tried everything in his power to not make another peep.
One time. This was going to be the only time.
He could feel how Ricky picked things up, moving his head along with his mouth quicker. His tongue moving along his cock like it was nothing as he moaned behind his hand, head hitting the arm of the couch. The room was spinning from how bad he wanted to move his hips against the feeling, but not wanting to gag Ricky.
Ricky pulled off, pupils dilated as he stared up at him with a grin. "Wan.. wanna sixty-nine me?" It was a bold request. Julian's eyes went wide as he stared down at the gorgeous smile on his face.
"..Ricky, I.." He swallowed hard, trying to explain that he hadn't exactly done that with a guy, but Ricky scoffed and rolled his eyes like he always did when something either pissed him off or was easy.
"Jules.. act.. like I'm jus'.. a popsicle.." The stoner tried to convince him as Julian's inhibitions were way beyond gone at this point.
"..fine. Don't you dare fucking try and face fuck me." Another slurred warning as Ricky instantly hopped up, almost falling over as he tried to get his pants down a bit before climbing onto Julian who was genuinely surprised that Ricky wasn't just instantly pressing his dick to his lips.
It was an awkward situation, and he would have been mortified if anyone had walked in. It wasn't a random girl. This was Ricky. His best friend. His literal friend for life. Having to swallow his pride, Julian wrapped his lips around Ricky, glad there was no taste except maybe just a slight hint of salt. Was that pre-cum? He wasn't sure. He tapped onto Ricky's hip, as if to say he could lower himself.
Ricky's hips took their time in moving into Julian's mouth, despite how badly he wanted to fuck into the wet, warmth. He instead chose to put his focus right back onto Julian's dick, wrapping his mouth onto the head before sucking him in, having him halfway in his mouth. He could feel the vibration of Julian moaning around him as he had to try and not fucking move his hips anymore.
Julian used his hands to guide Ricky, on how much he could handle as Ricky practically went to town on sucking him off. It was driving him up a wall from how good it felt, and that he couldn't exactly do that yet.
Yet?
He wouldn't do this again. Ricky wouldn't want to.
The brooding man just relaxed his jaw, allowing for Ricky to slip in more, setting a slight pace into his mouth. It was as if he was telling him to face fuck, but be gentle. Which was contradicting what Julian said prior, but it really wasn't that bad.
The small noises of them reciprocating the oral they were receiving was making Ricky wish that he could have done more than have this happen. He could have been fucking Julian had he played his cards right, or even been fucked by him.
Julian's hips twitched under his hands, pushing up on accident as Ricky hummed around him to entice him into doing it again. Another accidental push into his mouth, and Ricky was continuously goading him onto doing it. Massaging his hips, his thighs, hell, even his balls.
Julian had begun, very sloppily, thrusting his hips up against the mouth on his dick. It felt way too fucking good to be true, moaning around Ricky who fucked right back into him in return. His mind was growing more and more hazy as he felt his climax hitting way too early, way too fast. He tried anything to get the fondling to stop, the squeezing, but Ricky kept on.
A keening noise left his throat, but was muffled by the rather large cock in his mouth as he shot off into Ricky's mouth. Hips and thighs twitching as the copper haired stoner kept on using his mouth to suction on his dick before pulling off with a rasped chuckle.
"Fuck, Julian.. yew taste good.." Ricky giggled as his hips continued to rock just barely into Julian's mouth as he let out a groan. "Fuck..fuck, I'm gonna.. gonna.. fuckin'.. yer gonna end up..hah, fuck.." He tried anything and everything to get Julian to understand he was about to blow into his throat, but Julian's strong hands kept him in place as he reached his orgasm.
Gritting his teeth, Ricky shot off directly into his throat as he tried to yank his hips back, instead feeling how Julian pushed him down. "Shit, st..stop trying to over sternulate me!" He hissed out, feeling how Julian's tongue ran on the underside of his dick before allowing Ricky to pull out of his mouth.
Ricky tried to climb off, unsuccessfully, as he fell into the floor with his dick still out. A dazed grin on his face as he stared up at the ceiling. "Ho..holy shit.. I feel fuckin' great.." Clearly, he was dozing off.
Julian sat up, breathing heavily as he tried to tuck himself back into his pants as he struggled with getting to his feet. Grabbing Ricky by the arm, he yanked him up and onto the couch. "Sleep here tonight.." Walking off, only to return with a big enough blanket and tossing it onto him. "And put your dick away. In case Bubbs comes in." Was all he said before going to the bedroom to fucking collapse into sleep.
Ricky was almost asleep as he barely got his dick back into his pants, hand on his cock as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.