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Jonathan grunted as he dropped onto the bed, backpack tossed into the corner of his room. “Dude,” he groaned. “My fucking back is killing me.”
Argyle chuckled and threw open the curtains before pushing up the window, the early winter breeze sweeping through the musty bedroom. “C’mon, light up, man, it’ll help.” He knew it would. It was the whole reason Jonathan had even smoked in the first place, a promise of dulling his pain.
Jonathan grunted and patted his hand against the bed like he was looking for something, but Argyle knew his non-verbal cues by now. He dropped onto the bed next to him and held a rolled blunt between his lips. He reached into Jonathan’s bedside table, rifling past a bottle of lotion and a film case for a lighter. Argyle didn’t believe that Jonathan really never smoked before they met, he always had a lighter on hand, one in his pocket, one in his backpack, he was pretty sure there were at least two in his dresser. He’d either smoked cigarettes with his mom or was a recovering arsonist.
“You ever light a building on fire?” Argyle flicked the lighter a few times.
“Huh?” Jonathan lifted his head and squinted. “No, of course not.” He flopped back down, but after a moment, grunted as he rolled over. “Give.”
Argyle blew a mouthful of smoke towards the window and passed the joint. “I’m just saying man, you’ve gotta have a secret to why you’re so quiet. Something you’re hiding.”
Jonathan held a lungful of smoke a few seconds longer than he normally would and Argyle watched his chest deflate as he exhaled through his nose, he wanted to reach out and press his palm against it, feel the movement of his breaths. “Nope.” He looked at his hand, eyes glazing just a touch. They’d be glassy and bloodshot soon, Argyle knew. He took back the blunt as Jonathan took a deep breath and sighed it out. “‘M a total open book. No secrets here…”
There were plenty of secrets, everyone had them. But Argyle didn’t feel like he needed to know, not yet. They had all the time in the world to find each other’s darkest corners. Right now, they could focus on everything in the light, the comfortable and mundane. “Mhm. I almost believe you. We’ve all got our secrets, dude.” He wiggled around so he could lay next to Jonathan. “It’s a nice day for this.”
“Mhm.” Jonathan sank into the bed more, letting the dip Argyle made pull him in closer until he was almost curled against his side. “You’re warm.”
“Always am, brochacho.” Argyle sighed. “Until it gets under like, 50 degrees, then I’m too cold.”
Jonathan snorted as he passed the blunt over. “You’d die in Indiana, man. It’s probably like… 25 degrees there right now. So weird that it’s so warm right now.” He lifted his head and opened his mouth until Argyle pressed the blunt to his lips. He was so pretty as he took a hit and laid back down, breathing out smoke against Argyle’s shoulder. “Mm, ‘s good…”
They both fell quiet, sharing the blunt until it was burned low enough that it singed their fingertips. Jonathan’s arms wrapped around one of Argyle’s and his breathing was slow, slowing down enough that Argyle was starting to think he’d dozed off. The dude always looked like he could use a nap anyway. Sometimes he wished he could do something to soothe the bags under his eyes, maybe get one of those fancy face masks or put cucumbers on his eyes like a spa or something.
Jonathan shifted and his face scrunched up. He held Argyle’s arm tighter and curled up his legs until his knees pressed against Argyle’s thigh. “Ugh,” he groaned, his breath warm. “My back,” he complained.
“Man, you’re shaking.” Argyle started to sit up. “The weed kicking in yet?”
“Yeah, but it’s- it’s a bad day.” Jonathan let go of his arm, writhing on the bed in a seemingly desperate bid for comfort. “Some days are worse than others, today’s been bad.” He dug his heels into the bed and brought his hands up to his face. “Fuck,” he hissed.
After another moment, Argyle reached for Jonathan’s bedside table again. He grabbed the bottle of lotion and held it up. “Roll over, man.”
“…what’s that for?”
“Gonna give you a massage, my guy.” Argyle took off his over shirt, leaving him in a tie dyed tee. “You got any hair ties?”
Jonathan frowned, but slowly shook his head. “Uh, no. But… if you check the bathroom, Jane might’ve left a few on the counter in there.” He sat up with a low grunt of effort, gripping the front of his shirt. Sure enough, his eyes were glassy as he looked up at Argyle. “You sure you want to do that?”
“Yeah man, totally! Gonna make your back feel real loose and nice and we can relax, eat some snacks. Have a chill time.” He got up off the bed and stretched his arms over his head. “You take your shirt off and lay on your belly, I’ll be right back!”
He got his hair yanked up into a bun to keep it away from his face and arms. He’d learned the hard way that it was damn annoying to deal with lotion in his hair, so he tried to avoid it when he could. He gave a playful low whistle when he got back to the bedroom, letting his eyes take in all the pale skin he didn’t normally get to see.
Jonathan was pretty, even if he didn’t seem to realize it, and Argyle was hopelessly attracted to him. He really didn’t have any ulterior motives in offering a massage, but he wasn’t going to pass up a chance to admire him, especially not half a joint deep. “Looking good, Jon.”
Jonathan clutched a pillow and nuzzled his cheek against it as he squirmed on his bed. “Just… be gentle?”
Argyle reminded himself to breathe, that he was just talking about the massage, not anything… untoward. “Course. Gonna be gentle and firm and make you feel totally loose and comfy.” He picked up the lotion and straddled Jonathan’s hips, trying not to think too hard about the ass he was pressed against. Jonathan let out a little noise, but he didn’t protest. He even seemed to relax a little under him. Argyle paused when he saw a very fresh scar that cut across Jonathan’s spine. He brushed his fingers next to it with a frown and Jonathan flinched like he was trying to get away. “What…?”
“I got hurt back in Indiana,” Jonathan mumbled, barely loud enough to be heard. “A couple months before we left.” He didn’t specify at all, just stopped there. And yeah, Argyle knew he had chronic back pain, but he’d just assumed it was like… a muscular injury or something. Like he’d pulled something in his back and it never healed right. This looked more like he’d taken a fucking blade to the back. Though that would be a thinner scar, probably, this was wide, like the skin had been torn away and the wound had healed over a gaping chasm.
It wasn’t the only scar on his back. There were smaller ones littered across his shoulders and down towards the bigger one. “What about these?”
“…my dad’s belt, mostly.” His voice grew quieter and Argyle had to strain his ears to hear. “Sometimes I’d like, make him mad. On purpose. It kept him away from mom and Will, but those were the times he’d hit the hardest.”
Argyle smoothed his warm palms over Jonathan’s shoulder blades. “Tell me if you need me to be more gentle, okay man?” His thumb brushed over an old scar, just a hint paler than the rest of the skin around it. He doubted it hurt anymore, wondered if Jonathan even thought about that one. Maybe he had the memory it carved into his skin, maybe he had nightmares about this one. Maybe he didn’t think of it at all, just a thread on the tapestry that made up his life. But Argyle wanted to treat it with all the reverence and love that every square inch of Jonathan deserved.
He squeezed the tube of lotion for a generous glob on his hand and rubbed it between his palms to warm it up. “Just relax and feel, my man. It’ll be good.” He rubbed the lotion over Jonathan’s back, grinning at the tiny hum he let out. He was extra delicate over the biggest scar, spreading a thin layer of lotion over it, thumb rubbing careful circles over it. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Jonathan stayed quiet until Argyle began to apply some pressure, pressing down with the heels of his hands as he followed the curve of Jonathan’s shoulder blades towards his spine. He could immediately feel knot after knot under his palms. “Do you ever relax, man? You’re so tense.”
Jonathan let out a little noise, a whine that went straight to Argyle’s dick. He sounded so pretty, like he was…
Oh god, he couldn’t think about that right now, not when he was hips to ass with his best friend.
“That hurts, Ar- ow!”
“It’ll hurt for a second, man, but it’ll be good, promise, man.” Argyle kept pressing and rubbing over a knot, making soothing little noises. “I got you, you gotta trust me.”
“I trust you, I do, really, I- oh…” Jonathan definitely moaned as the knot gave way under Argyle’s hands, the muscle relaxing.
Argyle’s cock twitched in interest and he held his breath, going completely still. “That’s good?” he asked, voice totally cracking. “Think you’re starting to relax now.”
“Mhm…” Jonathan nuzzled against the pillow he was holding and sighed loudly. “That was nice, sorry I doubted you… you’re so warm, dude.”
“Told you so!” He wasn’t cocky about it, he’d never be cocky to Jonathan. He deserved all the kindness he could get. Every time Argyle learned something new about how much kindness he hadn’t gotten, it hurt his heart. He couldn’t make up for the loss of so much childhood, but he could make this year good for him. And hopefully next year and all the years after that.
A particularly big knot took his attention and he worked it out slow, increasing the pressure in little increments until Jonathan groaned in relief and tension bled from his body. Argyle bit down hard on his lip and shifted his weight, glancing down at where he was sat against Jonathan’s cute butt. He was trying so hard to keep his dick from getting, well, hard, but each pretty noise and cute squirm from Jonathan made it more and more difficult. God, he hoped Jonathan’s jeans were thick enough to give him some plausible deniability about the way he was starting to chub up.
Jonathan shifted and his ass pressed a little more firmly against Argyle, fleeting friction that only encouraged his dick to harden up more. His hands froze against Jonathan’s skin as he almost choked on a breath. “H-hold still, man.”
“Something wrong?” Jonathan’s voice was a little floaty, the way it got when he was feeling really good, when he was actually relaxed and chilled out. He wiggled again and Argyle could hear his breath catch. “Oh,” he murmured. Argyle watched his back muscles clench and relax, and then he arched his back to press against his crotch more directly.
Argyle, in his surprise, found himself with his hands at the dip of Jonathan’s waist. “Jonny, what are you-“
“It’s okay, man.” Jonathan sighed, turning his head. “I don’t mind.”
“You don’t?”
“Feels kinda… nice… I like that I- that I turn you on.”
“Oh.” Argyle was quiet for a moment and let his hands drift over Jonathan’s skin, rubbing in the lotion until it wasn’t so slippery anymore. “You do, man. Turn me on. Like, I’ve whacked it thinking about you a bunch of times.” Jonathan started laughing, a full, loud belly laugh. “I’m serious, my man! Sometimes I’ll be like, jerking off and I can’t think about anything else! Just keep thinking about what it would be like if you were there with me. If I was touching you instead.” Jonathan’s laughter started to fade, but Argyle could feel the way he still shook with little giggles. “If you were touching me instead.”
“I think I’d like touching you.” He arched his back again and Argyle ground his hips down. He shivered at the friction, his dick pressed up against the thin fabric of his pants. He hadn’t bothered with boxers that morning and couldn’t decide if he regretted it or not yet. “Oh. Oh, fuck, do that again.” Jonathan’s voice was all breathy, Argyle wanted it to stay like that. So he did it again and let out a soft groan.
“Jonny, man, that feels really good, fuck…” His fingers wrapped around Jonathan’s sides and his fingertips pressed into his skin. He wondered if he could squeeze hard enough to leave bruises behind, little imprints that would show off how he’d touched him. Marks left behind out of love and not anger. “You like feeling me against you?”
“Mhm…” Jonathan blew out a low sigh, something akin to a whine right at the end. “Like you on top of me. Kinda got hard the second you sat on me, man.” And that made Argyle’s head spin. The whole time? Fuck, that was hot. He licked his lips and ground down one more time.
“Can I try something?” Argyle’s thumb swept under the waistband of Jonathan’s jeans. It was kind of a travesty that he always wore jeans. They were so inflexible, Argyle could never. But it seemed fitting for him. Maybe he’d have to get him some solid comfy pants, something to really lounge around in.
“Trying to get me out of my pants?” Jonathan squirmed under him and tucked his arms under himself. “Let me just-” He grunted and Argyle swore his face was on fire when he heard the zipper being undone. His mouth watered and he swallowed as he scooted back to give him more room. Jonathan kicked off his pants, left in a pair of checkered blue and white boxers. They looked soft and well-worn, Argyle wanted to drag them off slow, watch as more skin was exposed.
He snuck a hand down to give himself a firm squeeze, just a quick flash of relief from the ache of his boner. For such a scrawny guy, Jonathan had a pretty nice ass. A very nice ass, in fact.
Fuck, Argyle wanted to do so many things to that ass.
Instead of drooling anymore, he focused his efforts on massaging Jonathan’s legs, fingers digging into his thighs and calves. His hands were soft from the lotion, but not slick anymore. “Is that good, man? You’re tense everywhere, damn.”
“It’s good.” Jonathan shoved his face into the pillow and sighed, the whimper on the end much more pronounced this time. “Your hands are so big.”
“Big, huh?” His eyes drifted to Jonathan’s boxers again. He wanted to see the pale skin under them, touch him and hear more pretty noises. He probably sounded so nice when he was aching to be fucked. Had he ever been fucked before? Probably not, Argyle would probably get to be the first.
He could imagine how nice he would sound. He really wanted to hear it, maybe he'd get to.
Jonathan kicked a leg out, jolting Argyle out of his thoughts. “You good back there, man? You froze, I think…”
“Yeah. Yeah, dude, I’m all good. Just lost in thought.” He dug his thumbs into the soft skin of Jonathan’s calf, rubbing out a knot.
He groaned softly, sounding pleased. He was nearly boneless against the bed. “Thinking about what?”
And that was the thing about their friendship. Jonathan didn’t tease him for the weird tangents his brain went on sometimes, just rolled with it. Even before they’d started smoking together. “Just about you, really. You’re a pretty guy.”
“Oh. Thanks, dude.” Jonathan sounded surprised. He squirmed a little, seemed to be adjusting his hips.
“You alright? You’re moving a bunch.” Argyle reached out to lay a hand on his hip, thumb nudging against the waistband of his boxers. “You need to roll over or something?”
“Nope!” The response was almost immediate. “Just readjusting, I’m good. Totally fine.” A kind of suspiciously quick answer.
“Are you sure?” Argyle slid his hand up along Jonathan’s spine, tracing the line up his back. “If you’re not comfortable, I can stop, this is supposed to be good for you.” He grinned. "I know you're hard, Jonny."
“...Yeah.” Jonathan let out a little noise and his hips shifted again. “Getting kind of hard to ignore."
And oh, Argyle liked this, the edge of want in Jonathan’s voice. “I think I can help you with it.” He lowered his hand, letting it trail over the soft fabric of Jonathan’s boxers.
Jonathan arched into the touch and made another sound, more distinctly a moan. “Argyle,” he breathed. “What… I want…”
“Do you want me to take these off?” Argyle’s voice was low and he could almost feel his own pupils dilating. “It would be… totally rad to be able to see you.”
“Okay.” There was a short beat where neither of them moved. “Take them off, yes.” He lifted his hips and Argyle tugged the boxers down his legs, going real slow. He didn’t catch a glimpse of Jonathan’s cock, which was a little disappointing, but the view of his ass was, in fact, incredibly rad.
He tossed the boxers aside and his hands immediately went to grasp Jonathan’s ass, gently kneading the skin. “Think you’re tense down here too,” he murmured, carefully parting the cheeks to get a glimpse of Jonathan’s pretty pink rim.
“Argyle…” He sounded breathless, needy. When Argyle’s thumb pressed against it, he let out a throaty moan. “Oh fuck…”
“You ever been touched here?”
“No. No, not by… by someone else.”
“You touch yourself like this?”
Jonathan nodded against the pillow and whined. “Yeah, sometimes…” His hips shifted and Argyle could tell he was trying to grind down against the bed, get some friction on his dick. “In… in the shower sometimes. Or when I’m home alone.”
“You like fingering yourself, baby?” The pet name slipped out easy as anything. He pulled at the rim to get a peek of Jonathan’s hole, grinning at the gasp it pulled from him. “Gonna make it feel good for you, Jonny, promise. Keep making those pretty noises for me.”
He grabbed the lotion again and warmed it on his fingers to get them nice and slippery. “Please.” Jonathan’s voice cracked and he sighed, bringing up one of his knees. He looked so good, spread out like that. With the new position, Argyle could see his balls between his thighs. He wanted to lean down and lick them, but instead he reached down to gently rub his thumb against his sack. The gasp he got in response was gorgeous, just like the man it came from. “Argyle, please, stop teasing..”
“Not teasing, just taking time to enjoy you, baby.” But he pulled his hand away to spread Jonathan open again and there wasn’t much resistance as his first finger pressed in. “Oh man, you take that so good, you were ready for it.”
Jonathan gripped the blankets under him and whined. “Holy shit, it’s really good, Argyle.” He buried his face into the pillow and Argyle watched the rise and fall of his shoulders with each breath, each needy little groan. He smoothed a hand up Jonathan’s back as he pressed his finger in deep. His hand slid over soft skin and scars, over the now relaxed muscle of his back. “I never want you to stop touching me.”
“I never wanna stop touching you, man.” Argyle pumped his finger in and out, feeling as he relaxed even more. “You’re gonna be the most relaxed you’ve ever been when I’m done here.”
“I don’t want to think about you being done yet.” There was an undertone of shyness in his tone and his hips jerked again. His cock was probably aching and leaking, trapped between his belly and the sheets.
“Oh, I’ll make this last for you. You just keep taking it like a good boy.” Argyle grinned when that earned him a muffled moan. “No, no, don’t do that, let me hear it.” Next time, if he was lucky enough for there to be a next time, he was going to do this with Jonathan laying on his back, hitch up his leg and watch his face. Maybe he’d massage his belly and chest first, rub him down until he was boneless.
His own cock was aching, tenting the front of his pants, but he didn’t pay it any attention. He was more focused on pulling those sweet, pretty noises from Jonathan and making him feel so nice. It was almost better than what touching himself would’ve been, like fingering Jonathan open was stroking his dick at the same time.
He nudged a second finger against Jonathan’s rim, rubbing along the skin for a moment. “This good for you, Jonny?”
“Mhm… I can take it, can totally take another one, please. Please, Argyle.”
Who was he to deny Jonathan? If he could, he’d never say no to him. Argyle watched with rapt attention as his hole stretched to accommodate the second finger. Pretty pink that flushed paler with the stretch, he looked fucking perfect like this. “Yeah, that’s it…” He pressed his fingers in deep and twisted them to draw another loud moan. “Let me find…” He curled his fingers a few times until he could press his fingertips to…
“Fuck!” Jonathan almost launched off the bed, like he was trying to press closer and scramble away at the same time. “Oh my god, wait, wait, that’s- fuck…”
“Found it.” Argyle leaned in so he could kiss Jonathan between his shoulder blades, his skin warm and soft. “Right there is good, yeah?”
“Mm… mhm…” He was beyond words now, which Argyle took as a compliment. He gave Jonathan a moment to settle before his fingertips nudged the same spot. Jonathan’s moans were like the prettiest song he’d ever heard, filling the room. His fingers pumped in and out, the rim of his hole nice and tight. "Don't stop, okay? Please, don't stop."
"I'm not gonna stop, baby. I'm gonna get you feeling so good, not gonna stop until I make you cum, okay?"
"Okay." Jonathan's breath shuddered and he lifted his hips up just a little. "My back doesn't hurt anymore."
"Maybe I should've started with massaging your prostate instead of your back." Argyle leaned down to kiss his skin again, this time just below the big scar, right above his rim. "I'll remember for next time."
"N-next time? You promise?" Jonathan twisted a little to look at Argyle, eyes blown big.
"Yeah, I promise. Gonna give you so many mind blowing orgasms, baby. Been wanting to give them to you, you know. Been dreaming of it."
"I- me too." Jonathan groaned again as fingers rubbed his prostate. "Right there, that's- oh..."
Argyle slid his free hand down between Jonathan's thighs to rub at his balls with his fingertips. He could feel the way they twitched with each nudge of his fingers. "You're so hot, you drive me crazy, man."
"Shut up..."
"I mean it!" He grinned and adjusted his hold on Jonathan's balls, working them against his palm to massage them. "There we go, these are real full, huh? Bet it'll feel a lot better when you finish, won't it?"
"Gonna feel so good." Jonathan nuzzled into the pillow under his head and whined. "Fuck, I'm close, I'm not-" He groaned, arching up slightly. "Argyle..."
"Say my name like that again, Jon, please..."
"Argyle!" Jonathan's body went still and he tightened around Argyle's fingers like a vice. "Fuck, fuck!" His hips jerked a few times and then he went still and sunk back down to lay flat on the bed. "Argyle," he murmured, voice lower and relaxed this time.
Argyle grinned and slowly pulled his fingers out, wiping the excess lotion on Jonathan's butt. "Man, you make prettier noises than I ever could've dreamed."
"Shut up." He laughed and looked back. "Lay next to me."
Argyle flopped down with a content sigh. "That was good?"
"Really good." Jonathan stared for a long moment. "Can I kiss you?"
"Hell yeah." He rolled onto his side and leaned in to bump their foreheads together before kissing him. Jonathan's lips were warm and soft against his, slightly swollen from being bitten. Argyle wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in a little closer.
Jonathan pulled back and grinned. He rolled onto his side and Argyle looked down to admire the mess over his softening cock and belly. "I like kissing you." When Argyle's gaze flitted back up to Jonathan's face, he leaned in to give him another soft kiss. "You're still hard."
"Real hard. You were making pretty noises and looked so hot. Of course I'm hard." Argyle glanced down at his obviously tented pants.
Jonathan pressed in closer, his head bumping against Argyle's chest. "Can I give you a hand?"
"Please." Argyle held his breath, shuddering when Jonathan's hand pressed down on the outside of his pants. "Oh shit..." His eyes closed and all he could focus on was the way Jonathan's hand felt as it curved against him. He let out a surprised noise when Jonathan jerked his pants down, leaving him bare.
"No underwear, huh?"
"Nope." Argyle reached out to stroke Jonathan's hair. "Easy access for you, huh?"
Jonathan snorted and wrapped a hand around him. "Mhm, sure. You're thick, fuck... I'd need a lot more stretching to take this."
Argyle nearly forgot how to breathe. He choked on a moan and his hips jerked forward into the touch. "Fuck, you would. You think you'd be able to take me?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so." Jonathan licked his lips. "I'd need you to stretch me for awhile... I'd need to be extra lubed up. I think... I think if you pulled my leg up over your shoulder to kind of… open me up more..." He pushed Argyle's shirt up and his free hand drifted up, rubbing over warm skin until Argyle's chest was exposed. He scratched his fingers through untrimmed chest hair, eyes half lidded as he gazed.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so." Argyle sighed, shuddering as he pressed his hips forward, fucking into the tight grasp of Jonathan's hand. "I'd fuck you so good, baby. I'd be so gentle and make you feel real good."
"I know you would. I'd let you do anything to me. I’d trust you to do anything to me.” Jonathan’s eyes were so goddamn soft, red rimmed and full of warmth. He nestled in closer and tucked his head under Argyle’s chin to look down the length of his body. Argyle couldn’t see where they were touching anymore, so he nuzzled his nose against the top of Jonathan’s head with a low whine in the back of his throat. The feeling of Jonathan's hand was incredible. His fingers were deft and skilled, working Argyle at a nice pace, not too slow, not too fast.
He sighed and brought a hand up to play with Jonathan's hair. It was soft against his skin and gave him something to focus on so he wouldn't blow embarrassingly fast. He'd hate for Jonathan to think he'd bust the second they started fucking, if they ever did. He had to make a good first dick impression.
But he wasn't able to hold back as long as he wanted to. He grunted softly and his hips jerked a few more times. "Jonny, I'm- fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groaned and came, dick twitching and kicking as he painted streaks of cum across Jonathan's palm. "Oh fuck..."
Jonathan made a little noise, sounding pleased. His thumb traced along the slit of Argyle's cock as it started to soften just a little. And shit, that was... a little overwhelming. It felt good, sending pleased little pangs up through his belly. He whined as Jonathan rubbed his fingers through the sticky cum, rubbing it on his dick. "Was that good?"
"Really good." Argyle's voice was all breathy and he felt his face get hotter. "It was real good, Jonny. Getting kind of sensitive though." It was a relief and a disappointment all at once when Jonathan let go of him. "Can we do this again sometime?"
"Please." Jonathan tilted his head to look up at Argyle's face. He looked good, cheeks still flushed and pupils blown big, eyes rimmed with red. His expression was all soft, lips pulled into a small smile and lips looking especially pink and kissable. Argyle did the only logical thing and leaned in to kiss him solidly. There was no tongue, no spit or anything too wet, just a sweet press of their lips. "Kind of want to do this with you every day," Jonathan mumbled, breath hot against Argyle's lips.
"Every day, huh? I think I can try to make that happen." Argyle looked at the mess on their bodies and the way it was starting to dry on Jonathan already. That couldn't be comfortable. "How's you back, baby? Think you can get up and clean up, or do I gotta bring you a washcloth?"
The pink flush got a little darker at the pet name and Jonathan braced his arms under himself, slowly pushing himself to sit up, Argyle not far behind. "I can get up. It still hurts, but not as bad. I think you've got magic hands."
"Nah, it's not my hands. Just the beauty of purple palm tree delight and a good massage. Inside and out." He kissed Jonathan real quick before swinging his legs off the bed. His pants were halfway down his thighs and his shirt was rucked up under his armpits. It was an awkward way to hold himself, but he didn't want to dirty his clothes too much. He ended up waddling behind Jonathan down the hall and into the bathroom. "Point me to your nearest washcloths, sir."
Jonathan snickered. "I think I'll grab them. You look... indisposed."
"You can't laugh at me when you're not wearing pants at all, man." Argyle wasn't complaining through, eyes raking over Jonathan's hips and ass. It was a good looking ass no matter what he was doing, with and without fingers pressing inside it. His cock gave a half hearted twitch as he thought about all the pretty noises he'd pulled from Jonathan. He couldn't wait to try again, to really get to know his body and what made him whine and moan.
A damp washcloth was pressed into his hand and he pulled himself out of his half-formed fantasies. "Clean yourself up, I want to lay back down."
"Anything for you, man." Argyle wiped himself down, cleaned up all the cum he could, then pulled his pants up and let his shirt fall down. Jonathan was doing the same, eyebrows pulled together as he wiped around his lower belly and cock. "Next time I'll try using my tongue for that."
Jonathan's head jerked up and his eyes were wide. "What?"
"You like that idea, don't you? I'd get on my knees for you, clean you up real good." Argyle backed Jonathan up against the counter and leaned down to kiss him sweetly. Jonathan gripped his shirt with damp hands, holding onto him like he might disappear.
"You can't just say things like that," he mumbled. "Argyle..."
"I mean it, you know. I really really mean it."
"I know you do. I don't think you've ever said anything you didn't mean."
"I try not to." Argyle leaned down to nose at Jonathan's jaw, pressing a kiss to his skin. "Come on, back to bed."
"I should put on pants in case someone else gets home. ...can you get us some snacks?"
"You got it." Argyle gave him another kiss, on the lips this time, then they went opposite directions. Argyle had been to the house more than enough times to know Jonathan kept his Oreos on top of the cabinets, hidden away from prying siblings. Though Will was gonna be tall enough to see them sooner rather than later, he was sure of it.
He grabbed a bag of chips too, disappointed to see Jonathan had put on a pair of pants by the time he got to the bedroom. He sighed and crossed the room to tug him into a hug. "I like you so much, man."
Jonathan laughed against his shoulder. "I like you so much too." He nudged Argyle to sit then lay on the bed and climbed in to snuggle in close. "I haven't felt this good in... a while."
"I'll massage you every day if you ask me, baby. I'd do more than that if you asked."
Jonathan smiled and kissed his shoulder as he reached for the Oreos. "...I think I'll have to ask," he murmured.