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It wouldn’t surprise Jimmy in the slightest, if one day Orian “Curly” Carlington grew a pair of dog ears, and a big fluffy tail.
They’re sitting on Curly’s couch, Jimmy having picked out some action movie that had interested him. Too lazy to get up, but wanting another beer, he looks from the T.V. to the kitchen. “Curly?” He calls. Immediately, golden locks are in sight, bouncing about happily.
“Hm? What’s up Jim?” He asks, those bright blue eyes locking onto his own.
“Mind grabbin’ me another beer?” It’s the way that Curly’s head perks up, the way that he nods with that damned cute smile, and the way he so eagerly makes his way back to the couch, a beer in hand. The blond stares at him, not exactly expectant, but not innocently either. “Thanks, Curls.” He says, just to get the man to sit and relax already.
Curly flashes him a soft smile. “No problem at all!” And sits down on the couch just a smidge too close to him. Jim sighs, half fond, half annoyed, and focuses on the movie, taking a swig from his beer.
But it keeps happening. Times when Curly perks up, gives him puppy dog eyes, moves his body because he’s excited. Little moments where Jimmy really sits and thinks. Curly with pretty little puppy ears, kneeling with a big fluffy tail wagging across the floor. His demeanor, his eagerness, his smiley, sunshiney disposition is intoxicating. Jim hates it. Loathes it. Perfect Curly and his stupid fucking perfect life. He wants to turn Curly into a mess. Ruin him. Make him beg like an actual dog. Make him whine, and whimper, and bark like a bitch. As payback. As comeuppance. As an act of divine, degrading reverence.
And because it would be hot to see that bitch grovel and bark, of course.
But he’s not gay.
They board the Tulpar a few weeks later. They get settled, and pretty soon it’s been a few days. So like any good friend-slash-copilot, Jimmy corners him in the cock pit, eyes hungry, mouth absolutely watering at the fact that he has Curly in the cockpit alone - away from everyone else. They’re not on Earth anymore, there’s nowhere he can run and hide. He’ll be forced to obey. Curly will do it with a smile too, he’ll have to. What is the other man actually going to do? It’s not like Curly to allow his facade to slip, especially in front of his subordinates. He’s known Curly long enough to know how much leeway he has. Curly lets him get away with it. Maybe it’s because Curly loves him. Maybe Jimmy doesn’t know what to do with that fact.
Curly flashes him that sweet smile that he always does. “Hey Jim, what’s up?” The blond asks softly, unsuspectingly.
He tries his best not to salivate too much, as he looks his specimen up and down. “Just wanted to chat, you an’ me for a bit y’know?” He says casually, sitting down in the co-pilot chair.
Curly lets out a soft laugh. “Do you want to actually chat, or are you trying to escape everyone else?” The blond asks, something fond in his voice.
He shrugs. “Can’t it be a bit of both, Curls?” From the co-pilot’s seat, he watches Curly’s face closely. The little nickname earned him a smile. It’s easy to make Curly smile. He feels a sense of both pride and disgust that Curly only smiles like that because of him. They sit for a few moments in silence. Jimmy won’t directly ask Curly what’s wrong. With enough silence though, Curly will spill at least some kind of information.
It takes a little while, but eventually Curly takes a deep breath. “These past few days have been a bit stressful.” Curly finally admits softly. “Wouldn’t you say so?”
He shrugs weakly. “Yeah. I’m sure it’s hard work for Pony Express’ perfect, darling golden boy.” He mocks softly. He’s trying to keep the jaded edge to his words at bay. He needs to talk sweetly to get what he wants. It’s easy to know what Curly wants. But it’s hard to execute between Jimmy’s loathing, adoration, and possession. Besides, he can’t be too lovey dovey, it would probably throw Curly off.
“Hey, being the golden boy is hard work, you know. Being the favorite child of Pony Express is exhausting.” Curly teases back, signaling the blond isn’t really taking his jabs to heart. Good.
“I’m sure. You look like a fuckin’ wreck.” He says mildly.
Curly pouts ever so slightly, something that should not be appealing on the face of a grown ass man. But it is, unfortunately. “Shit, is it that obvious?”
Hook.
Jimmy shifts his chair slightly, so he’s facing Curly completely now. “It’s obvious because I know you well by now. Are you really that stressed out?”
Curly’s playful expression falls. “It would be unbefitting of me as the captain to say yes.” He says tightly.
“…But?” Jimmy urges on. He feels like he’s going to lose his mind and pounce any fucking minute. But he needs to keep control of the situation. He wants to make this a regular kind of thing. “Curls, c’mon. Who am I gonna tattle to? You can trust me.” He knows it’s a lie. That last part. He wants it to be the truth. But he knows.
Curly looks at him, a pathetic expression on his face. All sad puppy dog eyes and tired sighs. “...I’m pretty stressed, yeah. Anxious too.” Curly admits. “There’s just so much on my shoulders and I feel like I’m being crushed under the weight.”
Jimmy looks to Curly, trying his best to muster a soft look. He probably looks like shit, but hey, he at the very least knows how to appeal to the fag. “I could help with that.”
Curly looks a bit puzzled. “You could? How?”
Line.
He’s fucking salivating, his hands practically shaking. He smirks, getting up from his chair to make his way over to Curly. His hands land on Curly’s shoulders, to massage gently. “I can think of a…special way to make you forget about all that shit for a while.” He hums. Finally, he dips down, to whisper right into Curly’s ear. “Let me help you, baby.”
“Oh.” Curly breathes out. He swears that he can hear Curly’s heart pounding. Shit maybe the blond wants this more than he does. Maybe Curly is just a dirty whore. He makes a mental note to bring that up later. “But Jimmy…you’re not…y’know…gay?” Curly finally manages to say.
“Eh, I’m willing to put it aside to help a friend.” He shrugs, hoping it’ll get Curly to agree faster. He’s not gay. Not like Curly. But…Is it really considered gay when it’s Curly? His Curly? Yeah he’s got a dick, and a bit of stubble but those eyes, those hips, his beautiful curls, those pink pouty lips, and hello? His pecs that look like D cup tits? It’s like Curly was supposed to be a girl, almost made for it, but got the short end of the stick and was born a man. “What, are you saying you are? The man that every girl dreamed of getting in her bed in college?” He leaves his hands exactly where they are, firm on Curly’s shoulders. Waiting.
Curly chuckles. “Nah, it wasn’t like that…” The blond says. Then, he takes a breath. “I…I think I am. Gay, at least. I don’t really know Jim…That’s a whole other can of worms.”
Personally, Jimmy does not want to hear about Curly’s little crisis. In Jim’s book, he’s a fag, and that’s that. Right now, what he’s interested in is choking Curly on his cock. So whatever route and gets them there faster, the better. “Then we don’t have to think about that. C’mon Curls, let me help, yeah? I know exactly how to make you feel better. Remember, I know you best.” He’s whispering in his ear, hoping, praying he’ll give in. Though it would be enjoyable to take him by force, he knows he can’t exactly overpower Curly. With a woman, he could. Besides. He wants to make this dog, this bitch obey. Dogs are supposed to sit, heel, shake at their master’s whim. That’s the angle he’s going for.
He feels Curly shiver underneath him. “Okay.” The blond whispers.
Sinker.
Jimmy’s hands might be shaking. He can’t really tell. His brain is fucking vibrating with excitement. Since Curly complied so nicely, he’ll play nice too. “Good boy.” And fucking hell does Curly respond. The man’s whole body shivers, as his breath hitches and everything. “Well fuck me, you like that kinda shit, huh? See? I told you that I know you best.” He says, with all the confidence in the world. Oh Curly is so fucking easy. And because Curly is so easy, and already so willing, he digs in. He bites the spot right underneath his ear. He doesn’t have a collar to put around Curly - he’ll have to make one. Out of bruises that is. So that everyone on this stupid fucking ship can know who this bitch belongs to.
“Jim-” Curly gasps out, sounding like a divine, disgusting little creature.
To make sure the bite stays, he sucks the skin, making it red and puffy. And just for extra measure, and because he can, he laves over it with his tongue. He’s just getting started. After biting a few more times, he finally works up the strength to pull himself away from Curly’s long, pretty neck. He’d love to choke him. Maybe next time he could choke him until he turned different colors in the face. The thought makes him a little light headed. Finally, he moves to stand above Curly. Right in front of him, standing above him. Said man is slumped into the seat, panting quietly, eyes heavy, and slightly trembling. He’s beautiful. He’s revolting. He’s driving Jimmy fucking insane. “Now we’re gonna do things my way. You’ll like it, since you clearly have a liking to this kind of princess girly bitch treatment. Kneel, Curly. Be a good boy.” As he says this, his hands thread between the man’s golden locks. They’re so soft, silky, angelic. He tugs his head forward and this grown ass man whines. “Holy shit.” He murmurs under his breath, feeling his cock fucking pulse.
“My scalp is sensitive you ass.” Curly breathes out, but there’s no real bite to it. Even if there was, he wouldn’t take the man seriously.
“Noted. Now kneel.” He commands, letting go of his hair to stand out of the way. Watching Curly get out of his chair to kneel has got to be the most satisfying thing Jimmy has ever seen in his life. He sits down in the captain’s chair and laughs. “Good fucking boy. I’m sure this part is familiar, yeah?”
Curly’s face starts to go pink. This bitch even fucking blushes like a girl. “I…Maybe.”
“Slut.” He says fondly, unbuckling his coveralls, and allowing Curly full access. His hands, without him even realizing, go to find Curly’s hair again. “You’re like a bitch in heat. Like a dog.” Jimmy says, scratching at the blond’s head like he’s a real dog. He hears another little whine, as Curly’s hands come to grip his thighs, as he scoots closer. It’s pathetic. It’s sort of cute. As Curly is about to put his mouth on him, he tuts, using Curly’s hair as a reign. “Beg, dog. Good boys beg.”
Another little whimper falls from Curly’s mouth. He looks embarrassed, ashamed even. It’s a fucking gorgeous look on him, no matter how disgusting and pathetic it really is. “C’mon Jim don’t make me-”
“I said beg.”
It looks like that caught Curly off guard. Another little shiver comes from the man, as he looks away from him. “P…Please? Can I?”
Jimmy fucking leaks at the softness of Curly’s voice. The sheer power he has right now goes directly to his cock. “Can you what?”
Curly licks his lips, cheeks a dusty pink. “Can I suck you off?” The blond murmurs quietly.
“Have you done this before, Curly?” He has to know. Just absolutely fucking has to. He’s about ninety-nine percent sure he knows the answer, but hearing it from this fag’s lips would be a dream. Curly opens his mouth, then closes it again. He needs some assurance. Jimmy wants to know the answer more than he wants to withold his affections, so he gives in. “C’mon baby. Tell me. Be a good mutt.”
He swears he sees Curly’s phantom puppy ears perk up. “I…I’ve done it before. A few times.”
He’s an angel. He’s a demon. He’s everything. Any adjective Jimmy could possibly think of is Curly. He’s revolting, he’s fucking insufferable, he’s gorgeous, lovely, stupid, everything, God, everything. “Jesus fuck, go on boy, you earned it.” He responds, instead of spilling his heart to this wicked creature.
Curly wastes no time. He gives a few little licks, true to his dog like nature. He lets Curly do as he pleases for now. It’s extremely hard to not just make this bitch choke, but since he’s a good friend, he’ll wait for the right time. After a few more moments, Curly puts his mouth around his cock. And suddenly it all makes sense. The nights where Curly would disappear in college. Or when they were at parties. Jimmy would always see Curly with groups of guys. He should have known they probably all passed him around like a fucking walking fleshlight. Because the way Curly sucked him off was unbelievable. Better head than any girl had ever given him. The hand in Curly’s hair tightened, and the moan Curly let out sounded like it had come from an angel. Pure, sweet, high and girly…like a dog. A mutt. Like a bitch. Jimmy was right about Curly all along. He’d never let their relationship be the same again. Not after this.
“Fucking hell Curly. If I would have known that you were such a damn whore…” He muses aloud. He would have finished his sentence, but Curly was sucking him down like a five star whore. And the sounds. God the sounds that Curly was making. Moans, and huffs, even little whines. He didn’t know when he had closed his eyes, but when he opened them, the sight that greeted him was unlike anything he could imagine. Tears streamed down Curly’s pink face, as those sinfully pretty lips were wrapped around his cock. Those perfect blue eyes, glassy, watery, looked right up at him. Searching. Wanting. Needing. Curly whined like a real dog, like he was nothing but a stupid little bitch. Jimmy’s head fell back against the chair. “Good boy.” He groaned out.
This man was going to be the death of him. His mind was going numb as Curly practically deepthroated him. It was all too much. But what pushed him over the edge? The fucking whimpers and whines that made Curly sound so pathetic, so perfect. When Curly really did deepthroat him, he came. He held Curly’s head down, and true to his earlier thoughts, made the little bitch choke. It was unlike anything he’d ever dreamed of. He envies Curly. His smooth talking, the way he so easily can work his way to the top. And yes, he was beyond jealous that Curly, the softhearted man that he was, got to be captain. What gave that blond fag the right? Jimmy once yearned for that kind of power, control. He needed it. But now? This kind of power was better than anything being called captain would have done for him. Watching Curly crying, and choking on his cock - it was better than any kind of power he could want. At least…for now.
Curly finally popped his head off of his cock, to cough, and sputter properly. He smirked above the man. This is exactly where this little mutt of a man belonged. Jimmy peered down, and laughed. Curly was hard. It was prominent through his coveralls. It was almost too cute to be annoying. After all the rough treatment, he knew the other needed a little sweet talk. It was only logical. If Curly was a woman, he wouldn’t need all this sappy, and flowery bullshit. But this was Curly. His Curly that needed attention and care and to be reminded of the rewards he would get if he played nice. He couldn’t just overpower Curly, oh no. This was all a game. Curly was a pawn…a friend who needed more care than others. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed. And when Curly looked up at him, those blue eyes shimmering, cheeks puffy and pink, fuck he thought he was dreaming. Without hesitation, he moved his foot, to gently press down on Curly’s cock through his clothes.
“Ah-! Jimmy, wait-!” The man squealed. Fucking. Squealed. Like the bitch he was. “I don't- ”
“Since you were so good, I’ll let you cum too. Hm? Not so bad a deal, eh?” He moves closer. Scoots to the edge of the chair to get closer to Curly. Because said man was so sentimental, a blond mop of curls rested against his thigh, eyes closed, and drooling. “You really are like a fucking dog, huh boy? C’mon. Hump. That’s how little puppies get to cum.”
And helpless, the dog obeyed, humping with such fervor it made him laugh. “Jimmy.” The little thing gasped out, his call laced with need. Curly always needed something, always wanted, always needed more. Greedy. He couldn't just fucking settle like the rest of humanity.
“Dogs don’t talk, Orian.” He hums, his hand threading through those wispy golden locks once more. “So if dogs don’t talk, what do they do? Or are you too stupid to understand?”
Just because he can, he presses down hard on Curly’s clothed cock, just to hear the wince of pain. Just to prove he really is a dumb mutt. He’s not fit for captain if he’s this easy. Curly is panting, when all of a sudden he hears it. “...arf!” The quietest little yip.
This man has to be a succubus. Has to be. Has to be too good to be true. Jimmy's practically drooling as he leans down to whisper filth into this demon’s ear. “If I knew you were such an easy lay, I would have turned you into a whimpering fucking mutt sooner, baby.” True to character, the bitch whines again. There’s a note of petulance to it, it sounds as though he’s trying to rebuke it.
“I…I’m not easy.” Curly heaves out. It’s somewhere between a whine, and a moan.
He’s more amused than he’s been in a very, very long time. “Oh, really?” He mocks, as he pushes his foot harder, gently massaging the area. Curly’s noises grow louder. “Ea-sy.” He whispers, pressing his foot harder. “I’m gonna keep you like this for the rest of our lives. At my feet, where you belong, powerless. My little mutt. My little puppy boy. Stupid, pathetic little thing.” Spewing such venom is almost better than his orgasm. Almost. He’s decided nothing compares to his new pet’s talented mouth.
Curly’s whole body tenses against him, as he lets out one final moan. When he cums, he looks like an angel. Jimmy needs to do a double take, because somewhere amidst Curly's noises flooding his head, he thinks he sees a halo atop his golden curls. The mutt breathes heavily against his leg, as he scratches at his scalp like he would a normal dog. He makes soft little hushing noises, trying to soothe the satiated puppy. “I…” The dog finally speaks. “I don’t want you to be so rough.” He rasps out.
Jimmy tuts. “Shh. You’re alright, you did amazing, yeah pup? Yes you did, ohh yes you did.” He’s half doing it to mock him, but also soothe him. He knows this is what Curly likes, what he wants, what he craves. The blond’s body just told him that. “Just close your eyes for a few minutes, and we’ll get all cleaned up.” He says dismissively.
“But, Jimmy-”
“Enough. Let’s just enjoy it for a little bit longer. Let your head be empty for a bit. No more worrying.” He’s appealing to that exhausted, weighed down part of him (that Jimmy thinks Curly has no business having) that needs a break. After all, the mutt said it himself. Curly shifts for a few moments, and for a second, a pang of ice cold fear shoots through Jimmy.
After a few beats, the dog stills. Satisfied at Curly’s behavior, he pets his hair as a reward. He scratches right where those big puppy ears should poke out of his head. Oh what fun they’ll have from now on. Well at least Jimmy will have fun, he’ll make sure of it.