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“Cur-Curly, please-”
“Shut it,” growled Curly.
Curly kicked Jimmy’s stomach and the brunet fell to the ground, the desperate contractions of his sobbing lungs only aiding to the burn in his torso. His blurred vision suddenly turned black before melting into speckles of white that contrasted his pink scleras. Was he seeing the light? Floating towards it? Is that where he deserved to go?
He tried to focus on the flurry of colours in front of him, the green light of the screen illuminating brown boots covered in the golden fluid that dripped from Curly’s eyes, his nose, every individual pore. Every inch of his tall muscular sculpture-esc body just dripped with perfection and light. His golden hair framed his angered face like a halo, like an angel about to take Jimmy to heaven, the blue of the captain’s suit matching the blue of heaven’s skies that he was being carried to.
Jimmy suddenly felt two warm hands on his cold, thin shaking hips, grunted in a meek attempt at protest as he felt his rear lifted into the air. Jimmy quietly let tears fall down his face as he felt Curly’s arms reach around Jimmy’s waist to unbuckle his belt. The co-pilot wanted to sniffle but each motion seemed to crack the bridge of his nose all over again, so he just let snot and blood pathetically drip down his nose onto the scar of his lip.
CLANG!
Jimmy heard Curly throw the belt and the loud noise rang in the bleeding man’s ears, the lighting strike of noise dancing in his hollow brain. The cold tear-stained floor roughly pressed into his cheekbone reminding him of…Curly…Curly’s thumbpad…rubbing against his cheekbone…his other hand tucking Jimmy’s hair behind his ear…painting kisses down Curly’s jugular…
Jimmy’s bloodshot eyes widened when he heard another belt being unbuckled. His already shaking body tensed more, his balled fists making his palms bleed from the pressure of his fingernails. He tried to deepen the painful pressure to distract himself but it did not work. It never did.
“GAUGH!-” A scream shot out from Jimmy’s lungs as a stabbing pain shot through his anus. His muscle ring felt like a rubber band about to be snapped in half, his insides being twisted with a butcher knife. His ass was on fire but he felt his veins run cold, as if blood was no longer in them. Curly had penetrated him already?! This wasn’t gonna be one of the times he at least prepared him?!
“Cu-Curly- please- sto-” Jimmy forced the gagging noise from his ailed, dying, violated body.
Curly yanked Jimmy’s hair and Jimmy let out another strangled, frail cry. Jimmy’s puffy, red, teary eyes shot open as he felt urine shoot out of his tip. It violently shot onto the floor, much of it dripping onto his pants or bouncing back onto his stomach.
The blond heard the sound of the liquid and smirked lovingly. He hoisted up Jimmy’s right thigh and Jimmy shook nervously in protest.
“Aww, isn’t that cute. You pissed yourself.~”
“Shu -hic- Shut your dirty mouth!” Jimmy bawled.
“Heehee,” Curly giggled with such a sweet, charming smile.
Jimmy let himself loudly cry and sob, laying limply as Curly finished himself off. Jimmy suddenly felt Curly halt to a stop and grip Jimmy’s waist as if there was any meat on his gaunt frame. His neck gave out, his head dropped and teeth grit as Curly shuddered into him. He let go of Jimmy’s head as he pulled out.
Curly stood up and buckled his pants. Jimmy would gleefully slip out of consciousness had it not been for the vicious burning in his anus, brutal ringing in his ears, remorseless ache in his stomach, and the cold seeping through his skin forcing him to stay awake.
There was no use in fighting. There never was. Jimmy let himself lay there as he felt Curly’s presence vanish. He was probably off to watch TV or eat as usual. Curly would wake up again in a few hours, unfortunately, once again making the promise to stay with him when no one else would. Some of it was maybe Jimmy’s own fault, but most of the time it was because people were morons incapable of seeing how truly special he was. How smart, how unique, how special and important Jimmy truly was. Curly did. Curly did see. Jimmy liked that at least.
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“Jimmy? Jimmy?!” A whisper ran through his ear.
“What?” he groaned, the renewed strength in his vocal cords surprising him.
“You were thrashing again,” Curly murmured against the pillow. “Another bad dream?”
“Fuck off,” the words easily rolled off his tongue.
Curly scoffed. “Fuck- Jim I’m trying to- you don’t have to talk about it with me, just lighten up on the kicking, okay?”
The brunet huffed something in response, a series of incoherent groans slipping from his lips that for some reason seemed to satisfy Curly enough to roll away from Jimmy.
Moonlight illuminated the scattering of pinks and purples across Curly’s back, Jimmy’s stomach churning from an emotion that Jimmy had no intention of decoding.
He ended up glomming onto Curly’s side again, whispering sweet nothings and apologizes and recited plans for getting his temper in order. Curly ran his thumb along Jimmy’s stubble in response, the blond letting out a low hum for every couple of lies that fell through Jimmy’s lips.