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Setting his glass onto the liquor slicked table, he looks back to the empty seats to his left. Jim watches as the blonde tries to ignore her friend's attempts to persuade another drink out of her. Pawing at her arm and reaching again and again for her pockets in an effort to distract her. Only diverting his attention to a small crowd of corporate suits begin to file into the small Hotel Bar. The small dopey horseshoe pins that adorn their front pockets begin are ritually pried off as the suits begin to fill in the remaining seats of the bar. Taking his change he jumps a seat over to the blodne girl. His thumb obsessively searching his index finger for the packet he taped to the underside of his ring. Pressing his overgrown thumbnail to the thin tape in anticipation.
“Mind if I buy you a drink before you go?” The chick swings her head around to meet him, using her pink fingernail to wipe the corner of her mouth. The green eyes pierced his own. He cracks a nervous smile as she scratches through her loosely fitted Tank Top, trying to not make eye contact with two nips staring at him.
“I guess if you're payn'... I'll order it though.”
“No worries.” He glances back to the table as she waves the bartender down. Time begins to slow, anticipating the sound of glass being haphazardly slammed onto the table. His mind is trying to fixate on her lips as she flips conversations between him and her friend, nodding impatiently she mouths ‘sorry’ over and over. It's nothing new to him, but the rush of the moment always makes him nervous. Especially if he doesn't get to-.
“Holy shit, Jimmy!” A suit from across the bar waves at Jim, the man smiles and putting a hand a few coworkers on the back as they playfully remind to take his half empty pint with him. The girl snaps her head back to meet the voice, her friend taking the opportunity to push her fat fingers into her pocket.
“Do ya know him?” Her head slowly traces back to jim, who's dumbly squinting at the guy too. Trying to find any semblance or form hidden under the suit.
“God I hope not, I think he was waving-” he looks back to a booth occupied by boxes and half sodden rags. “I guess not…” Before his head can swivel back to the girl, a large blur forcibly takes his left hand into an impromptu hand shake.
“Jimmy it's good to see you! I thought you were coming down to meet tomorrow?” Him can feel his heart drop into his stomach as he puts the name to the face. The beaming blue eyes, blonde strands of hair frayed like a rats nest and those flush cheeks break his cold corporate facade. Good god it's Curly.
“Why the hell…-” Curly pulls his hand up, jerking him out of his seat and into Curlys chest. The pint in his hand spits some of the beer into Jim's jacket as the black sleeve wraps around forcefully, hugging Jim's side tightly. He can't help but nervously smile, trying to keep his right hand from swinging at the blonde brute. “Seems like being locked away in space for 3 months made you faggot” Jim puts his left hand between them and softly pushes himself back onto his stool. He catches the glimpse of the shot glass being placed in front him. Using the chance to slip the drug, he slides the drink towards him and pictures the packet. Reveling in his comment, along with the success of incepting the drink puts a stupidly smug smile on his face. Curly, seemingly put off by the statement, adjusts his coat sleeves. Shooting a few glances at the group he came in with, sighing as none of them returned the gaze.
“Good to see that you've stayed the same.” Curly tries to give a playful sneer, trying to push off the insult. He points, pint in hand, to Jims left, “Mind if I sit there..? I think your date just left.” Jim follows the finger to see the slowly reforming cushion on the stool. All he can do is blankly stare as the foam rises, trying to not flip out over Curlys intrusion. His knuckles begin to whiten on the shot glass. Giving a side eye to Curlys shit eating smile before swiveling his seat to face the table.
“Go on ahead.” Jim stares defeated at the slowly submerging film on top of the whiskey. It's not like this doesn't happen, it's just that Curly was the one who scared her away. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and looks at the now seated Curly. “I thought it'd be easier to get a hotel room to stay the night, instead of driving here at the ass crack of dawn. What about you? Use the newly installed hyperdrives or something?”
“Pffttt, no we were able to use the moon's gravity to slingshot us back here. And unfortunately we don't get such luxuries as “hyperdrives”.” Curly briefly pauses to giggle at the statement “It was just a test ride for the new air scrubber systems. They're 20 years old, but it's fairly new. I got back earlier today so I could quickly jump in on some annual training.” his lips hit the glass as he gestures to the suit. As if to flaunt it's less than flattering contour. Tight in all the wrong places as if it was on purpose... Propping the glass up only to be met with suds. Curly furrows his brow as he looks to the shot glass Jim has been cradling.
“No it's not for you, I got it for the chick that left” Jim slides it to his right, as if an effort to reduce Curlys interest.
“That's a waste of good whiskey, and I know you don't drink that kind of stuff.”
Jimmy blinks twice before retorting, “Nah I'll drink it here, I just-”
“Don't lie to me. No need to be performative about it.” This alone makes Jim's brow twitch. Curly smiles as he playfully slides his hand under Jim's arm to take the glass. “I'll pay your t-” Jim notices Curlys face slide closer, the fermentation of his breath making his eyes sting. He raises the glass instinctively before connecting the dots.
“Its already on my card because of my room. Do you get drunk easily after being up there?” he flicks Curlys forehead before taunting the whisky In front of his face. Curly recoils and laughs, surprised he got away with it for as long as he did.
“No, I'm just feeling punchy. I've been on a ship with the same three deadbeat technicians who only talk about wargames and corporate jargon… I guess I'm more desperate to have a drink than anything.”
“Woes to you,” Jim pushes off the excuse, looking into the amber mixing with the nearly dissolved film. Contemplating his strategy to get out of the situation. Fuck it, it'll give him an excuse to get out of the situation. “I was probably going to go to my room here, I wasn't anticipating staying up this late anyway. Plus you should probably get some free time before being stuck with me tomorrow.” Hesitantly he raises the cup to his lips, the rancid smell nearly making him choke on his spit.
Fuck it, I probably have an upper or something in my bag to counter act it.
He raises his head back and feels the liquor slide down his throat, feeling his Adams apple bob underneath the skin as he coughs up the fumes. Looking back to curly, he's met with him talking to the tender about some workers discount. But he feels… Neutral about it. The rejection of Curlys attention usually sets him over the edge but now He feels... Indifferent. Have the drugs kicked in this quickly? Is it the alcohol?
A small migraine forms behind his eyes, and his palms become increasingly sweaty. The glass slides down to the table without friction. He jerks up out of seat, startling Curly from his conversation.
“Woah Jim you good? Are you gonna be sick?” he looks to the empty glass, slowly but surely connecting the dots. Jim slowly starts to stumble towards the elevator, ignoring Curlys attention. His eyes shoot back to the tender he was talking to, leaning against the fake wood counter. His feet seem to think for him as he shuffles between the crowd to catch Jimmy staring at the elevators buttons. He snags Jim's arm as the door opens, unemotional glassy eyes staring back. “Fuck are you going? What did they put in your drink? Are you-”
The chime of the elevator begs for his attention. Jim saunters in before slumping onto the railing.
Curly gets past the closing doors and catches Jim by the collar. Practically letting him levitate over the floor, before flipping Jim up into his left arm. Using his right to grip Jims jaw, inspecting his nearly shut eyes. “Duude get off me just, I need to sleep.” Jimmy pushes his hand out of his face before slipping back into a brief sleep. Curly mouths ‘what the fuck’ to himself, as he sets his eyes on the buttonless Wall. A bright red 2 blinks above the door, opening to a short hallway with a family awaiting to enter.
-Blah blah blah, stuff about rooms, blah blah-
He shimmies the door open with him practically slipping off of his shoulder, peeling curls coat down with him.
Slamming the door shut, Curly quickly walks Jim to his bed. Jimmy lays back, and points at a small duffle bag on the small office chair by the blinds.
“Give it and I'll be-.... No I got it” Jim seemingly frustrated with his own reliance on Curly, throws his arms up and snatches the bag on the way back to the bed. Curly just watches in pity as Jimmy rummages through the bag on his side. He looks to the couch by the bed. It's small, but he doesn't feel like walking the mile back to the Pony Express barracks just to lay on a much smaller cot. Slowly he takes off his coat and dress shirt, stripping to his white undershirt. Throwing them near the couch, as he reaches for the lamp on Jimmy's nightstand. He heard the crinkle of a blister packet behind him, looking to see Jimmy muster up the spit to swallow the pill. Knocking his head back as he keeps his hand to his mouth. Curly rolls his eyes and turns on the light and proceeds to set up his “bed”. Hopefully he could question Jim in the morning about it. So much drama in such a short time.
-Blah blah blah time goes by-
He's was able to at least take off his shirt and jacket before smothering himself under the covers. As the night goes on, the concoction of the roofie, whiskey and the aphrodisiac has reached it's zenith. Looking at the clock he makes out that the hour is a single digit. As if it helps at all. He begins to palm down the erection keeping him awake. Eventually taking off his pants underneath the covers and tossing them to the duffle bag at his feet. He stretches his arms and legs off the the side of the bed, his right hand grazing a warm piece of fabric. He's been slipping in and out of scarily vivid dreams throughout the night, he's slightly unfazed to this new delusion. His right hand feels the fabric drift away, Jimmy grunts as he pinches onto it and sits up.
Sliding his hand down to a seam that boarders a fatty piece of flesh. His cock begins to twitch, a wet dream is what he needs. Looking up he sees the blonde girl from before, though she doesn't look back to notice his fingers massaging the cravace beneath her asscheek He sits up to the side of the bed and puts his left hand on her waist. She lets out a yelp as he begins to fondle her ass. Eventually moving his hands over her hips, as he grips her waistband with his teeth. Her hands stop his, seemingly trying to pry them off as she slowly begins to walk forward. Jimmy shakes off her attempt of escape, and puts his hands onto her stomach pulling her back. His cold nose rubs against the divot of her tail bone, using his left hand to pull her underwear under her ass. Unable to shimmy it to her thighs without fighting whats keeping it up in the front.
His dick begins to throb against his waist, the restraint only feeding his ecstasy. He wedges his mouth between the two mounds, his tounge fishing through the hair to work his way down to her pussy.
His other hand reaches her breasts, though they're disappointingly are smaller than he anticipated. He takes his face out of her ass in order to stretch for her nipples, licking her back to keep himself busy. She bursts out a restrained moan,
"Jim please sto-" He can feel her legs tremble as he finds his mark, pinching and groping her breast. Finding humor in how perfect I'm his hands. He moves his left hand to snag onto her mullet.
Jimmy grunts, pulling her head back and quickly hitting the back of her knees with a free hand. She stumbles onto her knees, contorting her neck to look back at him at last. Only to be greeted by his dick practically hovering Infront of her nose. Pre-cum beings to dribble down, the clocks dim blue light outlines her face.
"Turn around and suck it"
"Jim i-" legs shuffling slowly to become parallel with his, still anchored by Jimmy's grip on her hair.
He moves his waist closer to the edge of the bed, his dick bouncing from the motion. Precum dots her face with small specks of refracted light. He wishes he could take a picture, imagining himself showing Curly the next time they go to the gym.... Probably not Curly, but he's too proud of his work not to share the spectacle.
She finally adjusts before opening her mouth to protest again. He slides his fingers in, using his left hand to push her in closer. He feels the grooves of the roof of her mouth, put off by the sharp canines that tug at his skin. Fuck it. It's her fault if she bites. Taking out his fingers, he lines his dick up to her mouth before slowly massaging his tip on her lips. She begins to do the work for him, licking under the flared ridge of his penis. She bobs her head down unexpectedly. Taking his dick half way before gagging , his hand behind her head reflexively pulls her away. Her arms shoot up, trying to prevent Jimmy from pulling hairs. He lets her fall onto her back, sliding down the side of the bed before grabbing at her throat. Her legs slide out of the kneeling position, and begins to flail about.
It's to good, the stringy drool begins to fall down her chin. Watching as her eyes light up with fear as her breath begins to become shallow. All the while Jimmy takes in this newfound power, feeling the artery pulsing beneath his fingers. He can't help but touch himself with his free hand. Just touching his tip he bucks forward, hunching over her as he feels a smile stretch across his face. The roofies effects draining as he feels the sweat dripping down his nose, and wet stands of hair clinging to his neck. Jimmy begins to giggle, hoping he doesnt wake up soon. Wishing the dream could last for ever.
He lets go of her neck and dives in for a kiss. She moves her waist away as to prevent his dick from touching her cunt. His dick practically slapping his own stomach as he humps her thigh. Letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth slowly starts to regain consciousness. He pulls back in a moment of fear, his brain registering the taste of beer on his lips. The dark still obscured her face, the stars have been wiped away. He sits up, and notices the streaks of glistening cum on her chest. Wincing he looks down, his cock still perked up to his stomach. Perhaps he... No he got here himself when the... Sits back against the bed, rubbing his inner thigh. Watching as she also begins to pick herself up, putting a hand through her hair.
He shrugs off the intrusive thought, passing it off as a dreams imperfect continuity.
He pulls her back by the ankles, using both hands to smush her thighs together. Dismissing her frustrated babble, he turns her hips at an angle. Letting her legs to wrap around his left side. Using his arm to press her thighs to his chest. She writhes again, trying to reposition. Jimmy takes the chance to slide his dick between her in unshaven thighs. Back and fourth, he edges himself. Letting his tip slowly breach the other side, before getting into a rhythm. He's been hard the entire night, practically guided by it's primal influence. He can hear himself grunting, trying to keep her legs up, as his own knees begin to slide out from under him. Fuck it.
He pries them apart, then folding them onto the girl. Letting himself rest on them before guiding his cock to the next target. Her hands shoot out to his neck, trying to pitifully push back. Jimmy dismisses her again, putting his hands under her knees. She reaches to her crotch, moaning his name like a curse. He then slides into her ass, not giving her the pleasure of being prepped before hand. The grip around the head of his dick almost makes him cum immediately. Biting his lip he pushes through. Each thrust going deeper and faster, he feels a hand on his stomach. Feeling her straining attempts to arch her back, squirting onto Jim's chest. Her back muscles keep spasming from the orgasm, in turn creating a wriggling sensation around his dick. He can't help but moan, as he feel the cum throb out in waves. He stays up as long as he can to take in the sensation. Before collapsing ontop of Curly.
Curlys chest gets in one last sigh before he adjusts his legs. Trying to get Jimmy's softening dick from his ass. Touching his prostate check how much of the dribble is cum or blood. The blue light of the clock gives no closure as he raises his fingers to its gaze. He moves Jimmy's head off of his cum slick chest. He was glad to get the last 3 months out of him from Jimmy of all people. But he can't unsee the whites of Jimmy's eyes piercing through the black, unblinking. Making eye contact even through his flesh. Watching him.