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Jedediah had a huge problem.
„Come down here! What are you waiting for, Jedediah! Join me on a ride through the halls!“
The roman Emperor was sitting in the small toy car Gigantor gave them, brown eyes expectantly staring up at the cowboy, who was leaning against the frame of the Western Diorama.
But Jedediah didn’t feel like going. It tore him apart on the inside, because he wanted to spend time with Octavius, more than anything actually. But he was so afraid.
He had a big problem.
„No, sorry Kemosabe. Not today. Old Jed is feeling kinda sick today.“
He fake coughed after that, trying to underline his lie, but Octavius only raised an eyebrow.
„You’re made out of plastic, Jedediah. Not to call you stupid, but, erm, we can’t get sick my friend.“
Awkwardly, he scratched his neck and lowered his head so the hat would cover his face, unable to keep looking at his friend.
„Whatever ya say, but look I just feel drained today, ´kay? I’m just gonna lay down for a bit.“
With that he walked off. Leaving Octavius confused in the car. There was no way Octavius was gonna ride the car alone, it was no fun without his best friend. Disappointed, he got out of the car, taking off his helmet, head hanging low while he made his way back to the Roman Diorama. He knew that what Jed said was a lie, obviously. He was just worried his friend was okay. Or maybe he didn’t enjoy spending time with him anymore? After all, Octavius was old-fashioned. Perhaps Jedediah was bored of him? Octavius’ heart felt like somebody forced a knife through it, overcome by a wave of this terrible feeling he inhaled deeply, putting his hand to his chest. Why was that such a terrible thought to him? He sure would find someone else to have fun with around the museum, the other exhibits were fun too, right? He nodded at his own thought, trying to cheer himself up. But deep down he knew, he just lied to himself.
No one could replace Jedediah.
Jedediah had been watching Octavius secretly, the disappointment in his friends face making him feel incredibly guilty.
He really needed to sort his problem out.
Tears in his eyes, the Cowboy returned to his house. Laying down on his bed, taking his shoes, hat, and gloves off, unbuttoning his shirt - the only thing replaying in his head was the sight of his friends usually happy, glowing eyes losing their sparkle at his rejection.
Head full of Octavius and heart full of guilt, he fell asleep that night.
-
The sun went down behind the huge buildings of New York City, covering the museum exhibits in a darkness that made them come to live very slowly. Voices and Sounds of animals filled the halls after a while, but it was awfully quiet in the roman Diorama. Too quiet.
Octavius found that when he was alone, he would just think about the weird situation with Jedediah again, and he wanted to forget about it. So he made his way to the Tavern in his little roman city, sitting down at the bar. Immediately, the bartender turned his attention to the Emperor. „Octavius Gaius, what a pleasure to have you here. What can I get you, Sir?“
„Anything that makes me stop thinking so much.“, he demanded. Taking off his helmet and setting it down on the bar, he ruffled his dark hair.
With a heavy thud, a glass full of a golden liquid was put down in front of him, and Octavius thanked the bartender with a quick raise of his hand. Picking it up, smelling it, he found that it smelled even stronger than he expected, so he downed it in one swig, not thinking twice.
„Now that seemed to be of desperate need. Can I ask if you are okay, Sir?“, the bartender asked. Looking up at him Octavius noticed the mans unusual blonde hair. Barely any Romans around the Diorama had blonde hair, especially not as long as the one of this young fellow.
And it reminded him of someone.
He felt his heart skipping a beat. The night hasn’t even really begun, but he missed his friend. So the Roman payed the bartender, averting his eyes from his hair, taking his helmet and leaving the bar, making his way over to the western Diorama.
-
Jed hasn’t moved a bit from his position ever since the life has started to come into his plastic body. Eyes staring empty at the wooden ceiling.
He couldn’t stop thinking about his problem.
A problem with two legs and two arms (well toned arms), dark hair, brown eyes and sword fighting skills like no other. Good humor and an incredible sweetness. A deep silken voice and wonderful, tanned skin. His problem was Octavius. His best friend.
Jed couldn’t bare to be around him. Because Octavius was so painfully beautiful. And in every free second, Jedediah caught himself staring at the older man.
And if his father taught him one thing, it is, that men aren’t supposed to find other men beautiful.
Jed felt disgusting. He was supposed to find women attractive, and damn it, he did, but he never thought about touching them the way he thought about touching Octavius whenever he was around him. It’s like the Roman was a Magnet and Jedediah a piece of metal, unable to escape the pull of his charisma. He felt so small and weak around him, and that was ironic, because his Kemosabe was the only one of his friends that was actually his size.
Everything about his friend drew him in, his voice, his face, his smile, his rage, his body, his smell…god, his smell!
He sat up straight in his bed, hands fiddling with his long, golden locks. He needed to shut Octavius out of his life. There was no way ever that he could let himself feel what was buried deep down under these thoughts.
Because Jedediah couldn’t be in love with another man.
He just couldn’t.
He had a big problem.
A knock on the door woke him up from his inner conflict. Startled, he jumped up from the bed, trying to pat down his messy locks, struggling to button up his shirt again.
„Jedediah? Let me in, my friend.“
At the deep voice, Jed froze. What was he doing here? In his house? Why did he have to show up now? Jed was emotionally confused and scared he couldn’t keep up his cool friendship act around the Roman in this state. So he just stood still for seconds.
„Jedediah…?“ The voice got softer.
„I beg you my friend, you don’t have to put up with me anymore if you don’t want to. But at least tell me straight to my face. You owe me that.“ Octavius’ voice broke at that.
Jed never heard his friend so emotional. Octavius was always put together and firm, but he heard the emotions seeping through his words.
Slowly, he walked over to the door. He knew he shouldn’t, but something about Octavius showing emotions made him feel so guilty for wanting to shut him out. Again.
The door opened with a click, and Jed was met with the sight of the roman leaning against the doorframe, hair messy and wearing only his Toga, Helmet under his arm. His eyes looked sad.
Jedediah had to inhale deeply, because he wasn’t in the right place mentally, and he wanted to reach out to Octavius, he just wanted to feel him close so badly. But he restrained himself, took a big step back and opened the door wider.
He knew what he needed to do.
„Com’on in Pardner.“
When Octavius walked past him, Jedediah could feel his heart racing in his chest. He has never been alone with his best friend in a room like that, and especially not out of their normal attire.
This felt too intimate.
The Cowboy hated himself for liking that.
Octavius sat down on the bed, taking a look around the small room. „Got a quite cozy room here. Why have i never been invited over before?“
„Because there was no need?“ Jedediah hated it, but he knew that being cold was the only way to make Octavius leave him. And free him of his problem.
And it worked, because Octavius looked up at him, confusion and hurt written all over his handsome features.
„I just don’t get what I have done to make you turn your back on me like that.“
„You have done nothin. It’s just…“
Jedediah thought hard about how he could say this in the least painful way, „I jus’ don’t feel like we can be friends. A roman Emperor, and a Cowboy? How is that supposed to work out, huh? Yes, we’ve been getting along all fine, but i just feel like you and me are just too different, ya know?“
Octavius features stayed the same, and Jed could tell, he was fighting to keep his feelings in, but his eyes told him everything he needed to know.
He was made out of plastic, sure, but he felt all cold and if he would have a heart, it would be sinking all the way down to his pants by now. He felt so incredibly bad. But he knew that what he was doing was right.
Because how else was this supposed to end?
„We are made to fight, man. Our Instincts tell us to battle each other, dude. How can we be friends? It doesn’t work out.“ His voice was thin, but the words painful enough to finally let a tear build up in the Romans eyes.
Jed wanted to cry, beg him for forgiveness, tell him how bad he felt, and kiss the tears off his cheek, but he kept the feelings in. He knew he couldn’t keep it up any longer, though. Any second, the dam would break and the river of feelings would break free in his mind, causing chaos. Maybe making him do things he would regret. So he just pointed at the door.
„And now, get yar roman ass out of here.“
The tear was falling down Octavius cheek. Like in a trance, he stood up, slowly taking his eyes off the Cowboy, his best friend.
Or so he thought.
The steps out of the door felt so wrong. Like he was walking away from the one thing that was worth fighting for. And Octavius never gave up a fight. He was a god damn battle giant! But he couldn’t force a fight in a war already won. Maybe Jedediah was right.
The alcohol and his feelings became too much and the usually calm and collected man let the tears stream down his face.
He was about to leave the room when…
„Wait!“
Confused, he turned around.
Looking at the Cowboy.
He was even more confused when he saw that the Cowboy, too, had started to cry. It was silent in the room for a moment, Octavius was just observing Jedediah and took in his beautiful features. The Cowboy seemed to decide something inside his head, because all of the sudden movement returned to the mans body and a different expression took over his face. He made sure steps through the room, straight up to where the Emperor was standing, and before said one could understand what was happening, strong hands grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.
It was like the world just paused.
Everything in Octavius was frozen, unable to act. He just felt warm lips press onto his own, sweaty hands cupping his burning face. And then Jedediah pulled back, pupils dilated, face flushed. Golden locks framing it messily, lips pink.
And all of the sudden, Octavius was back.
His Hands roughly found Jedediahs hair and he pulled him back in, this time harsher, teeth clashing. But he didn’t care, because this was what he wanted.
This was what he had always wanted.
It wasn’t that anyone couldn’t replace Jed as his best friend. It’s just that Octavius loved Jed, in a very different way than friendship. It was so painfully obvious now that their bodies were pressing together, lips angrily moving against each other.
Octavius wanted Jedediah.
Jedediah NEEDED Octavius.
His body was on fire when the roman returned the kiss, knowing that this attraction wasn’t just one sided. Octavius wanted him too.
His hands and lips were practically screaming that when they were all over Jeds body, legs making them stumble backwards into the wall, the Cowboy coming flush with the cold stones. He put his hand on the romans neck, which he always wanted to touch, and now finally could, feeling the thick muscles moving when he let his hands wander down his shoulders and back, exploring every inch of skin that was reachable. Octavius smelled like alcohol, and Jed wasn’t gonna question it, but he wanted to taste him, so he pushed his tongue past his lips, making the man let out a deep sound that went straight to his crotch.
It was wild, like they were fighting for dominance with their tongues, hands gripping hair and skin, restless, wanting to feel the other so badly. But what pushed Jed over the edge was the other man slowly ending the kiss, taking a long look at him, eyes blown and red, swollen lips, whispering:
„You’re so beautiful.“
Jedediah felt like his heart was going to explode, his feelings becoming too intense for his tiny body, eating him all up. And he just dived back in, wrapping his arms around Octavius’ middle and kissing him. This time it was slower, but even more intense. As if that kiss said everything that the both men wanted to say. Octavius hand was holding Jeds face, callused thumb stroking his unshaved cheek.
It was sweet even, for a moment.
And then Octavius decided to shove his thigh between Jedediahs legs, putting pressure on his growing bulge. The Cowboy had to stop the kiss, mouth falling open in a loud moan, head falling back against the wall, giving Octavius the opportunity to take over his neck. With slow, open mouthed kisses, he worked his way down the mans throat, savoring the taste on his tongue.
Jedediah felt so weak.
He knew the effect the elder had on him, he knew how he always felt small around the man, but he didn’t think that he could make him become so weak under his touch, legs giving out, letting out every noise.
Octavius knew what he was doing, and it felt so god damn good. His tongue circled his adams apple, giving it a kiss after sucking a mark on it. For a second he looked up at the Cowboy who was struggling, the thigh slowly rubbing against his painfully hard dick, giving him just the friction he needed. At that, he let out his loudest moan yet. Their eyes found each other, and Octavius whispered again: „So beautiful. You are so beautiful, Jedediah. So beautiful.“
Octavius kept kissing down the youngers throat, licking all the way up to his ear when he worked his way down. And he smiled to himself when he felt the man lay more and more weight on his thigh, becoming weak under his actions.
Oh if he only knew what was coming for him.
As he saw before, the mans shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to his pants, and Octavius slowly made his way down to his chest, tasting the sweat on the others skin. Kissing his chest, slowly making his way to his nipples. Experimentally, he pushed away the fabric of his shirt and sucked on the nub, making Jeds hips jolt forwards, seeking more friction.
He seemed to like it. So he gave it a few swirls with his tongue, same thing on the other side, while his hand was touching the other one.
And oh, the noises that Jedediah made. Beautiful, high pitched sounds. But the Emperor knew he couldn’t keep teasing the man so much longer, the bulge feeling huge at his thigh, twitching against him. So he sank down all the way to his knees.
„Please, Jedediah, let me suck you off.“
Lost for words - Jedediah has never been lost for words - the Cowboy nodded eagerly, still breathing heavy, sweat forming on his forehead.
How was the roman still so calm and collected? And why did that turn him on so fucking much?
Octavius made quick process of the shirt, ripping it off Jedediah’s body, and getting to work at unbuckling his pants.
When he was finally released, Octavius didn’t waste a second, licked his lips and went straight in. And- oh!
Jed had to hold himself up on the wall, the warmth of the romans mouth on his overstimulated, leaking dick felt like heaven. And he loved how Octavius just straight up started to suck the hell out of him, not teasing him anymore, It’s like he just knew exactly what Jed needed, and how he needed it.
Head bopping up and down, the man made little humming noises that vibrated through his mouth straight to the Cowboys member. And he couldn’t help himself anymore, he started pushing into his friends mouth. Slowly at first, but when the Roman blinked an okay at him, he sped up his pace. And it made him crazy how smooth he could push in and out, no gagging coming from the other. God, how experienced was he?
It didn’t take long for Jedediah to release into Octavius’ throat, panting and grunting.
But he wasn’t gonna stop there.
He pulled the roman up by his Toga and kissed him, now tasting himself on his tongue.
Which was fucking hot. There was so much spit in the kiss, but hell, he didn’t mind one bit. The slickness between their mouthes was actually turning him on even more.
When they parted, a string of spit connected them.
And he was fully hard again. But holy, how hard must Octavius be by now? He didn’t get any release or friction whatsoever until now. So the Cowboy knew what he had to do. He reached down to the others crotch, gripping his length firmly. And his knees might have buckled a bit when the elder finally released a moan, deep and desperate. How long has he wanted to hear that noise from the others lips? Octavius had such a presence to him, and Jedediah wanted nothing more than to get under that thick skin, and make that man come undone in his hands. Make him drop the mask and just let out all the noises. So he pushed Octavius back until his legs hit the bed, making him fall back onto the mattress, Jed immediately climbing on top of the other, reclaiming his lips.
It was just tongues now.
Messy.
He took the others tongue and slowly sucked it in and out of his mouth. The other man growled from his throat, but it wasn’t enough. So Jed pulled the Toga up and shoved the mans underwear down, letting spit drop on his hand slowly while holding eye contact with the other.
And god, Octavius looked so desperate and good under him.
With his hand slicked up, he reached back down to slowly pump his now free dick. Circling his thumb around his tip, collecting the pre cum.
„God, you’re huge.“, the younger wheezed when he stroked all the way up and down the others shaft, his hand taking way longer to cover the whole thing than when he touched himself.
Of course Octavius had a huge dick.
It just fitted right into the whole Daddy aura he was giving.
God, that man called himself „Octydaddy“ on all his socials.
Of course his dick is big.
Octavius wheezed at that but was quickly interrupted when the Cowboy aligned his own dick with his, fitting a hand around their members and pushing.
The friction was just right, the slide perfect and the thought of his dick touching Jed’s made Octavius head spin. He had been painfully hard watching Jed come undone from his mouth, he felt like he was about to explode now. The Cowboy moved his hand in a way that was just right, and Octavius just watched as the others eyes shut tight, teeth biting his bottom lip.
God, he was so hot like this.
How did they never do this before? How did he miss out on all this? How did he resist to touch this man when he was always so close to him?
One thing was for sure, from now on, Octavius would never be able to get his hands off the Cowboy.
They almost came in sync, releasing all over Octavius’ stomach. And he let out a long moan at Jed immediately crawling down his body, licking up their mixed sperm.
The Cowboy smiled at that.
„What is there to smile about?“, the General asked.
„Nothin’. Just been a long time since I dreamed about makin’ ya’ moan like that.“
„Really?“, the Roman asked surprised.
„Man, I’ve been wanting ya’ ever since we first fought. Wanted to get under that tough Emperors’ skin. And I think I did pretty well at that, haven’t I?“
Octavius wanted to shake his head to annoy the Cowboy, but said one was smart enough to guickly dip his head down and suck his tip into his mouth, letting the tongue flick over his slit.
It was so unexpected and Octavius was still sensitive from his first orgasm, that he made a loud noise at that, coming out of his mouth unfiltered.
„I think that moan was a yes.“, the golden haired man teased. He wanted to come back up to kiss the older man, but Octavius wrapped his hand in the locks and harshly forced the man back down his dick.
„Finish what you started, at least.“
Jedediah would come in his pants. The burning pain from Octavius strong grip in his hair made his dick throb again, fuck was it hot to be handled like that.
Especially by Octavius.
His dark eyes went even darker.
„Now suck me off.“
It wasn’t a plead, it was a demand, and every brattiness dissolved in Jedediahs body. He went to work, doing his best to please his friend, bopping up and down, using his tongue, but he secretly wanted Octavius to use his mouth, fuck into it however he wanted.
So he pulled off with a pop sound, looking up at Octavius.
„Please use me. Fuck my mouth, Octavius.“
Octavius head was spinning. This was the first time Jed ever said his full name. And in his voice was such a longing, so Octavius did exactly what the younger asked. He roughly placed his tip in his mouth again and started thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm, giving Jed time to adjust. because, yes, he was huge. That took some time to adjust to. But Jed didn’t want him to be careful, grabbing his hips and pushing him up harder and faster. And Octavius did what his Jed wanted. His pace was almost brutal, but the other was releasing himself without even touching, so he knew that this is exactly what Jed had needed. Soon Octavius released too into the Cowboys mouth, who was gagging now, because Octavius had pushed all the way in, Jeds nose touching his sternum. And god it felt fucking amazing. The others throat was tight and the noises he was making vibrated through Octavius’ shaft.
When he pulled out, Jed collapsed on the bed next to the Roman. They both just catched their breath for a long time before Octavius slowly turned to the other who looked absolutely destroyed, mouth red, chin slick with spit.
„Are you okay my love?“, he carefully asked. But Jedediah just laughed.
„Never been fucking better, Pardner.”
Smiling, Octavius turned his eyes back to the ceiling, still out of breath.
„Hey, Octi?“
„Hm?“
„Can you call me that again?“
„What?“ The roman rolled on his stomach after adjusting his toga back over his lower half to look at Jed. God, he thought, he looked beautiful like this.
Shirtless, hair messy, eyes dilated, and mostly, throat full of marks. Marks made by him.
It felt rewarding. Like he claimed Jedediah for himself.
„You want me to call you my love again?“
„Yeah?“ The Cowboys eyes got soft, some tears forming in his lower waterline.
Octavius felt his heart melting at that sight. He wanted to reach out, and now that he knew he could, he just did. Positioning his hand on the others cheek, softly stroking the wet skin.
„Of course, my love. Actually, I wouldn’t mind always calling you that from now on. Seems to be more fitting than „friend“.“
They closed the gap again, lips searching lips, hands reaching for the other.
And Octavius knew he was never gonna get enough of that.
But for now, he was just happy.