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Ahh, finally some time to unwind and relax from the week's events! Jack and Dave had been looking forward to this moment as the bus drove them all the way to Las Vegas so they can finally have some well-deserved break from their awful job. Really, watching a phone head getting his frontal lobe (if he had any) bitten off wasn't always exactly the most pleasant sight, nor were any less tiring the planning of events that lead to that particular one. So there they were sitting side by side huddled together in the cheap and battered bus driving them to their destination. They didn't even bother changing from their work uniforms, just quickly grabbed a couple of jackets to fight off the chilly weather of Nevada, their wallets and were good to go.
By the time they got there and booked a room from a cheap motel they could stay in, it was already well into the late night, just the right time for the City of Sin to come to life. Since they didn't actually carry any luggage because they were planning to staying only for the weekend, they just immediately headed out after getting and paying for the room; heading straight for the nearest casino they could find.
Of course, since they didn't get paid actual money back at the pizzeria their funds were short as they were, with Dave handling most of the expenses since he had a little extra income, so their night gambling was short lived. They settled on just going out to party and get fucked up at a strip club to enjoy their newfound freedom.
"Cheers, Sportsy! Fuck Freddy Fazbender's and everything related to it. Let us hope we'll never hear from that piece of shit company ever again."
"I'll drink to that, Dave."
Chugging down a tall glass of their drinks, Dave slammed the cup down on the bar counter and stood up, patting Jack on the back.
"Okay old sport, I'm so fuckin' pumped up I'll go do what we came here for and get a lap dance. Mind taggin' along?”
"Ah... That sounds good Dave, but if you don't mind I think I'll sit here for a bit. I'm just kinda tired and I really need the drinks. Might join you later though.”
"Alright sportsy, suit yourself. I got some pent up energy to drain. I'll be back with ya in a bit.”
Jack watched Dave leave and went back to rest his head on his hands, with his elbows on the bar counter. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline in his system acting up after once again being Dave's partner in crime, but he was unable to focus on his surroundings and his heart had been frantic ever since they left the restaurant for the second time. Hell, it might had been acting up erratically ever since he agreed to help Dave again. He'd thought at first that it was in fact just the adrenaline rush but it wasn't going away. What was it that really drove him to help Dave everytime he asked? Most likely because he was just an evil and fucked up piece of shit and enjoyed it, but was that really it? He'd been so excited thinking about getting to spend the night together with Dave in Vegas again, having fun together... even if he ditched him by the side of the road the first time, and even if he knew Dave probably watched him while he slept in his bedroom.
Since Dave didn't seem to show signs of coming back any soon and Jack had no intention on paying any attention to the strippers around him, he considered that he had plenty of time to drown himself in alcohol (activity he was already very prone to succumbing to) and his own musings, the latter being involuntary as it were. More than help him relax, though, it was making him rather hot and bothered. He was sweating and his heart wasn't lessening its pace at all he thought he might be getting a fucking heart attack, but clearly that was just his body reacting to his own imagination and musings about Dave. He was beginning to suffocate inside his shirt's collar that he avoided loosening since he didn't want his scars to show, so he just resolved on trying to stand up and at least try to go to the bathroom to splash some water onto himself and catch a break, even if the sole act of putting a foot inside a filthy ass strip club bathroom might give him an STD.
Just as he downed his last glass and turned himself to stand up, he noticed Dave approaching him looking almost as much if not more drunk (hell, or even high) than himself.
"Heyy sportsy! were you just about to go get a lap dance for yourself?" Dave said chuckling and slurring his words, hair more disheveled than usual and shirt half undone, as he threw himself onto the also drunken Jack who’s legs almost gave out trying to take the taller man's weight onto himself but surprisingly managed to stay upright.
"No you fuckin' drunken bastard, I was actually gonna tell you that we should be heading back..."
"You're no less of a fuckin' drunken bastard than myself, sportsy" Dave pointed out sounding annoyed, pressing a finger against Jack's still heaving chest. "But ya know what, you're right. You should look at your damn face: you're so fuckin' red and sweaty you look like you gonna catch on fire. And you gotta save that incendiary shit for Freddy's. Let's go back to the motel and bang a hooker."
Jack had forgotten all about that. Of course, that was probably just the right relief he needed. All this thinking about Dave was probably just because he was horny and pent up and nothing else. So anyone would do to make the feeling go away, right?
“Yeah… yeah, you’re right. Let’s go back.”
For some reason, Dave thought himself to be the most lucid person out of the two of them because he actually made Jack lay his arm over his shoulder so he could hold him and help him outside the joint. This was obviously counterproductive seeing as Dave was actually a lot taller than Jack and no less wobbly than himself, but the closeness and Dave's hand on his waist holding him tightly against him felt so… so nice he just let it happen.
Somehow they managed to get themselves into a cab, Jack still leaning against Dave. He must have looked weird he thought, but he didn’t really care. Dave sloppily and with some difficulty gave the person driving them instructions to the motel they were staying in, talking and giving them more information than they cared about, but thats just how Dave is. Jack wasn’t really listening to anything he was saying since his mind was everywhere but his head at that moment.
Miraculously they were actually able to arrive to the motel: Jack was sure that the taxi driver must have been way more than experienced with drunk and talkative assholes just like Dave. He still insisted on carrying him over his shoulder as they were making their way in and somehow made it to their room. Jack was dizzy as all hell, so he went to lay himself on the bed as he watched the roof spin above him, finally loosening the buttons of his shirt. He thought he heard Dave talking to someone, probably on the phone, though he couldn’t make out what since all he could hear was slurred and angry speech.
After a bit he saw a figure approach him from the corner of his eye and sit beside him on the lone bed.
“So yeah, old sport. Turns out I have bad news. The hooker cancelled on us and the only place I trust to get 'em from basically has no others available right now. So, no more fun for us tonite.”
"Huhh..."
Ahh, so there goes Jack's hopes to get any relief that night. At least until he felt his brain completely disconnect from his own body and he propped himself up, getting himself closer to Dave.
"...So guess that means we'll have to make do with what we have, yeah?"
The aubergine man had certainly been caught off guard at the sudden proposition from the other, and after pulling his own collar that suddenly started feeling uncomfortable even if he had already loosened it earlier, all he managed to say was a confused "Huh."
"I mean I'm no Vegas hooker or Foxy stripper but I'm guessing I can get the job done all the same." At this point Jack clearly didn't care anymore. Plus, he could use the occasion to test out his theory. So, he tried to stand up from the bed but as soon as he did his knees betrayed him and he fell to them, making him chuckle drunkenly at the irony as he positioned himself between Dave's legs.
"Sportsy... what are ya doin'?"
"I'm going to blow you, obviously."
"Wha-"
"Look, I'm not gonna leave Vegas without at least getting some action. Just trust me on this one."
"Ehh... Alright. Fine. I'm too fuckin' drunk to say no to a blowjob anyway. It better not suck though." If that was supposed to be a pun it flew right over Jack’s head. Dave sounded a bit unsure but he still laid back on his elbows to let Jack undo his belt and zipper.
Jack's head was still spinning as he did this, but he managed to release the buckle of the belt and both the button and the zipper on the man's slacks. Since his cock was already straining against the pants when Jack pulled the underwear down to release the thing, it sprung out startling him, and he found himself staring.
"…What, like what ya see, old sport?"
It's not like Jack hadn't seen Dave's cock before, it was just his first time having it so... close to his face. He wasn’t really joking when he called himself Big Dick Davey. So he just clicked his tongue ignoring him, grabbed it and begun massaging it, slowly at first, tracing his thumb along the lenght, licking and covering the head in spit.
"F... Fuck, that's good." Dave said breathily as he moved a hand to place it on Jack's head.
The ginger felt his face redden a tone darker than it already was at the praise, kinda caught him off guard. He was sure Dave noticed because he was staring directly at him, but was hoping the scarce light seeping in between the window's blinds in the dark room helped him a little bit at least. It wasn’t the time to get embarrassed, else Dave would definitely tease him over it. So he worked his mouth more eagerly now, making sure he'd licked the entirety of the shaft covering it in spit before actually taking it into his mouth and begin sucking, being careful not to touch it with his teeth.
“Haa... God, sportsy, you're so good… makes wonder who's gayer: you for being so fuckin' good at giving head or me for enjoyin' it…”
Now what the fuck was this man saying? “David I swear to Dog, would it really hurt you to shut up for just 10 minutes?”
“Damn, why? It's a valid question ain't it?” Although he was breathing heavily and his cock was quite literally pulsing in Jack's mouth, he wore an expression like he was dead serious about it.
Jack sighed and wiped the drool off the corners of his mouth. “Well, look, I dunno. And I could literally not care any less. As for you, maybe if you quit staring at me and close your eyes so you can imagine someone else sucking your dick. Like the Vegas hooker we were supposed to be fucking right now, or whatever suits you best honestly.”
Dave didn’t say anything else and instead closed his eyes like he was told, his eyebrows knit together for some reason. Well, that was at least some sense of relief for Jack, not having Dave's intense stare burning into him, making his heart beat like crazy and both his face and the inside of his slacks hotter. Jack licked his own lips before wrapping them around Dave's cock again, his free hand finding its way to loosen his belt and unbutton his pants to release some of the pressure on his crotch.
Just as he took his mouth off the shaft to lick away the little dribbles of precum building on top of it, he felt Dave's large hand suddenly tensing up and grabbing a fistful of the curly, ginger hair at the back of his head pulling him away from his dick, and then grabbing him by the arm to pull him up and throw him onto the bed. The sudden action made Jack whimper involuntarily, and he watched with widened eyes at the taller man hovering above him, panting and with knitted eyebrows still, as if he were an angry beast about to attack its prey.
“Well sportsy, that clearly didn’t fuckin’ work at all, because all I can see is you and all I can think about is how much I want to fuck and ruin you.”
That… was certainly the last thing he expected to hear coming from Dave, and he was beginning to realize that he didn’t actually think that far since him wanting to blow the eggplant was literally just something he blurted out at the heat of the moment. Although hearing Dave saying that he was actually thinking about wanting to fuck him almost made Jack spit his heart out and cum on the spot. It made him shiver from excitement. He was hoping Dave wouldn’t notice though.
“So,” the taller man continued, “I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Jack. I'm assumin' you have no objections.”
Jack breathed out a shaky sigh full of expectation, his whole body trembling upon hearing his name being said like that by Dave. “D- Dude, I've let robots and guys in furry mascot suits fuck the everliving shit out of me before. You think I give a shit at this point?” he said faking a self-deprecating laugh to try and hide how he was feeling.
“Ha, fair. I forget sometimes that you’re some weird ass bastard like myself, sometimes even worse” Dave said with a stupid grin on his face, as he lowered his body onto Jack's, straddling him, getting his face closer to the orange man's and grabbing him by the chin. “Aren’t we just the perfect pair?”
“Wh-" Before Jack could manage a word out Dave pressed their lips together, almost immediately turning it into a heavy make-out session, since the former was easily just allowing everything to happen. As Dave was feeling the insides of Jack's mouth with his tongue he slid his hands downwards to begin undoing the rest of the buttons on his already loosened work shirt so he could take it off. Jack moved his body to allow his shirt being taken off him: he didn’t really care if it was Dave seeing the scars on his body. He had them, as well. They were proof that neither of them should be there at all. But there they were, both feeling more alive than they ever had in their entire lives, both indulging in each other's heat.
Dave moved his hands down caressing Jack's belly on the way tracing the scars on his lower abdomen with his fingertips and, since he had already undone his own slacks before, all Dave had to do was just pull them down which Jack helped by kicking them off his legs on his own. Dave pulled away from their kiss to palm Jack's neglected erection over his underwear and watch for his reaction, to which he gasped and made him grip Dave's shirt that he still had on himself. Jack turned his gaze to Dave and glared at him.
“D- Dave, please. I'm on the fucking edge already. Don’t tease me anymore. Just fuck me already.” He didn’t mean to sound so needy, but frankly he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
“Come on sportsy, don’t go gettin’ all impatient yet. I've barely even touched you.” Dave suddenly shifted his expression to the most shit-eating grin Jack had seen yet. “Do you really want me that badly?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “That's some tough ass words coming from someone who literally just pushed me into the bed saying how much he wanted to fuck me” He pointed out, returning the grin back to Dave. “But yes, I do. And hell, only Fredbear knows how long I've wanted this.”
Dave deadpanned and exhaled through his nose, pulling away from Jack and reaching for the drawer on the bedside table, which had a lone small bottle of scented lube and condom packet sitting inside. He picked both of them and threw the former at Jack without warning, so he failed to catch it and it landed flat on his stomach with a smack instead.
“Well Jack, if you’re really that fuckin' desperate then be my guest.” Is all the aubergine man said before sitting back on the edge of the bed, staring intently at Jack. The redhead just felt an intense shiver run down his spine as he understood exactly what Dave meant, so he obliged by laying himself against the bed's worn pillows, finally removing his boxers, and splashing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers so he could take them to his ass and begin fingering himself. Hell, he didn’t even dare to think of touching his own cock, because being aware that Dave was right there staring daggers into him might just make him cum at the slightest contact. So he just settled on closing his eyes shut so he didn’t have to look directly at Dave while he prepared himself.
He bit back a moan as he introduced a second finger, his other hand grasping his own thigh, his face getting hotter and his heart beating faster as the minutes went by and he still felt Dave's eyes on himself. As he added a third finger a deep sigh scaped his lips, and he peeped through his eyelids to check on Dave, who was still patiently looking at him. He suddenly felt shy as he met the image before him: Dave was sitting back holding himself up with his arms, his head tilted sideways looking at him over his shoulder, expressionless. He still had his cock out but he was sitting cross-legged, his ankle over his knee. He was still fully clothed but the purple shirt was a mess, hanging loosely over his thin shoulders, and his long-ish hair was damp and sticking out everywhere. Everything about his figure with heaving chest being faintly illuminated by the neon lighting from the city was so strangely sensual for Jack he felt his heart fluttering and his stomach tickling for an entirely different reason. He wondered if Dave felt the same looking at him.
Jack closed his eyes again and threw his head back trying to shake the thoughts out of his mind. Some moments later he heard some shifting, and he opened his eyes again to see Dave placing himself between his legs and holding them up against him. “…You done already I'm guessin'. With how much you were looking back at me with those glossy ass eyes of yours.”
Ah, caught in the act. Still, Jack pulled the fingers out of himself with a sigh and couldn’t really say anything but nod in response. Dave was already holding his legs up but he still felt like he had to ask: “Wouldn’t you rather I turned around?”
“Nah, you've already kept me waitin'-" Dave began saying before thrusting into Jack's hole without warning, the latter whimpering loudly at the suddenness, gripping Dave's shirt tightly. “-…enough.”
“… ugh, you fuckin' asshole-" Jack’s complaint was shut up by Dave who leaned in to kiss him deeply, then reaching lower to leave kisses down his jaw and neck as he began thrusting his hips towards him while holding his thighs apart. Jack on the other hand was still struggling to catch his breath back with it having got completely knocked out of him, gasping for air; and yet he was so impatient and into it himself that he unconsciously was moving his own hips in sync with the other male's.
As Dave was leaving his trail of kisses down Jack's neck he bit down hard onto it to leave a mark, before pulling away and admiring the sight from above. The redhead was already full of those, so he thought he wanted to leave one of his own. Some different kind of reminder. “D- Dave! What the f- ah-!" Jack whined but was interrupted again by Dave who was aiming to angle himself in a way that he would hit Jack in the spot he liked the most, and smiled in satisfaction when he watched the other let out a moan he'd been repressing and roll his eyes back.
"God, sportsy you feel so fuckin' good... huff... let me hear ya some more..." Dave said breathily as he finally decided to take off his shirt and throw it aside, while he reached for Jack's face and put a thumb between his lips to force them open. Jack on the other hand was so lost in the pleasure that he allowed Dave push the finger into his mouth without a second thought as his mind was becoming emptier by the second, no longer caring about how shamelessly loud he was being. He managed to put his eyes back forward and his gaze met with Dave's, who was still staring directly at him. "Dave, please... please..."
"Yeah, yeah... hah... I hear ya... you've been such a good boy Jack, so good to me..." Dave sighed and chuckled, picking back up the discarded lube bottle laying by their side and putting an amount on his hand before reaching for Jack's dick and begin stroking it. The redhead sighed deeply in relief yet also felt overwhelmed by the new feeling at the same time, not to mention Dave's praises penetrating his ears weren't helping his case at all. He held the bedsheets by his sides for dear life as Dave pounded mercilessly into him, drops of his sweat falling onto himself and his breathing becoming way more ragged. Dave's hand found its way to his neck he'd marked earlier and he began squeezing as his movements along with his breathing became rougher, and that sudden high drove Jack to the edge.
"Ack- Fuck, God, Dave-" Was all he managed to say between gasps and his oxygen being cut short, as his vision blurred and he came all over Dave's hand and his own abdomen. The latter moaned while muttering a few curses before pulling out of Jack and taking off the condom he'd put on himself earlier, so he could do the same and cum over Jack's belly and chest.
The both of them stayed still in the same position for several minutes while trying to catch their breaths, exhausted and dizzy. After his thoughts cleared Jack was the first to break the silence: "...Are you gonna help me get cleaned up or?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry 'bout that sportsy." Dave moved away from Jack to pick up the tissue box laying on the bedside table, taking a few to wipe the cum off Jack's torso and then throw them away. He sighed and laid himself besides Jack who was just staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Y'know, I thought I'd feel fuckin' weird after banging my best friend and liking it, but it actually feels real nice."
"You mean almost knocking the lights out of me by strangling me out of nowhere or almost biting a chunk off my fucking neck?"
"Nah I don't mean that. I mean this moment right now. I love your company, old sport. It feels... nice bein' here like this with you regardless of whether or not I just stuck my dick in you or if you're supposed to be just my friend or whatever. Doesn't feel wrong is what I'm gettin' at. I just... really like ya, I guess."
"God, Dave, don't go getting all sappy on me. It's creeping me the fuck out." Jack chuckled, turned his sore body to face Dave and placed a hand on his cheek. "But I feel the same way. There's really not a single moment I don't enjoy spending with you Dave. For better or for worse." He finished saying by giving Dave a kiss on the chin and snuggling closer to him. Dave was still unsure on how to return the sudden gesture of genuine affection, so he awkwardly just wrapped an arm around Jack and pulled him closer to himself, pressing their bodies together. Yep, that definitely felt right.
The biggest of their problems at that moment was only the hangover they'll have to nurse the morning after. Everything else will just fade into the Vegas night.