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Jimmy stomped down the halls of the Tulpar, the metal grates clacking and squeaking under his feet as he kept a beeline to the cockpit. He was having a shitty day, but then again, when wasn't he? Mr. Perfect was always doing something that just encouraged the sentiment that he was perfect, and Jimmy was getting tired of it. He could handle it on Earth, when they only occasionally hung around, it was more like a poison taken in a small dose to his system, and now he was taking a full dose every single damn day.
He shoved his seat in the cockpit to swing to the side as far as the cheap swivel that screwed it to the ground would let it move, collapsing into the chair with eyes darting around the screens infront of him to see if everything was how it's supposed to be. As soon as he concluded everything was well for the ship's course, he let out a heavy sigh and leaned back.
He heard the large door to the cockpit open up behind him, not turning to spare a glance to whom he assumed had entered, "hey."
“Hey,” Curly said softly, his hand nudging his chair to the side, sitting down in it and briefly glimpsing at the screens before turning to Jimmy, “noticed you've been kind of upset today, you know you can talk to me whenever you need, right?"
“Yeah,” Jimmy said with a disgruntled huff following, “just sleeping bad, I guess.”
Curly nodded in understanding, crossing his arms and leaning back, "yeah, I get that. Same here."
Jimmy let out a huff, slight amusement and annoyance, "I know it's the Pony Express but they don't have to treat us like actual fucking horses on these bullshit trips."
Curly chuckled and shrugged, "thought that'd be something you're into, given-."
"No, shut up," Jimmy groaned, his nose scrunched as he sunk down in his chair more, "god you're such an ass sometimes."
"Sorry, sorry," Curly said with a soft smile, shifting himself so he's sitting similarly to Jimmy, "you know I'm only kidding, yeah?"
Jimmy rolled his eyes, his arms crossing as he stared blankly at the screen infront of him, "I'm not a sensitive little baby, who cares?"
"I do," Curly says gently, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap, "are you sure there's nothing I can do?"
Jimmy let out an exasperated sigh, trying to think of anything to make Curly shut his mouth and let Jimmy wallow in peace. He hummed, a specific idea taking the forefront of his mind. That's one way to shut him up, he thought. “Well, maybe.”
Curly seemed to perk up, looking to Jimmy expectantly as he settled his hands on his knees, "what is it?"
“C’mere,” Jimmy said with a lazy wave of his fingers towards himself, swiveling the chair to the side. Curly followed the direction of Jimmy's hand like a well-trained dog, his head cocked to the side curiously. The brunet pointed downwards directly infront of him, "on your knees."
Curly seemed hesitant, letting out a nervous laugh before he realized Jimmy was serious. He slowly dropped himself to his knees in front of his co-pilot, looking up at him, "I'm sure you know what to do, puppy."
Curly started to speak before getting startled as he felt the back of Jimmy's hand on his head, pushing it towards him gently, "we don't have all day, Curls. Don't you want to be a good puppy for me?"
Curly nodded silently before his hands went to Jimmy's belt, tugging at it until it unlatched from itself and slipped from the loops. He gently pawed at Jimmy's cock through his pants, using his other hand to pull down the zipper from the top of Jimmy's work covers. Curly spoke slightly above a whisper, "you... you know I've got a bad gag reflex, please be gentle."
Jimmy hummed absentmindedly, grinding up against Curly's hands, "just try to be fast. Wouldn't want anyone to see the oh so strong captain on his knees except me, right?"
“No,” Curly felt himself harden in his pants, shaking his head with a shuddery breath leaving his nose. He pulled the zipper all the way down, momentarily removing his hand from Jimmy's cock as he pushed Jimmy's boxers down just enough for his cock to fit over them comfortably.
To say Curly was intimidated would be like saying a ghost pepper was just a little spicy. Jimmy's cock wasn't abnormal in it's size, it was only around five and a half inches, decently girthy, but Curly still had to grab his nerves by the reins and tug on it to start kitten-licking at the other man's tip.
Jimmy's breath hitched as he felt Curly's tongue, his eyes watching Curly closely. Curly dragged his tongue through the slit along his tip, eliciting a gasp from the other man, before he swirled it around the head, hollowing out his cheeks to finally take the head of Jimmy's cock in his mouth, "attaboy."
Curly sucked down a breath before he started to lower his mouth further down Jimmy's cock, his eyes scrunching up slightly. He gagged at about half of Jimmy's cock, looking up at the man through his eyelashes. Jimmy's hand came to Curly's hair, gently petting through his blond curls as his breath grew raggedy. Curly eased up slightly at Jimmy's hand on his head, even as the hand encouraged him lower despite his hesitation.
"Doing so good for me, puppy," Jimmy cooed, watching Curly struggled with the full cock in his mouth. He gently tangled his fingers into the blond hair, letting out a shakey exhale as he pulled Curly's head up before forcing it back down much too fast for the blond. Curly gagged again, his eyes shutting tight as tears pricked at their corners at the sudden force.
The brunet let an amused huff escape his nose before he repeated the action, starting a pace for Curly of how fast to bob his head. Curly lagged behind, which Jimmy picked up the slack for as he let out groans of pleasure, continually forcing the other's head down on his cock roughly. Jimmy pushed his shoe to Curly's cock, lazily rubbing it against the cock of the man below him.
Curly eagerly humped against Jimmy's foot, moaning around his cock. He rutted his hips needily, sucking Jimmy's cock as he continued to take him into his mouth. Jimmy let out louder groans, giving a particularly rough thrust to Curly's throat and getting another mix between a choked moan and a gag, feeling a familiar knot in his stomach, "close, puppy, just a little more, c'mon."
A few tears fell from his eyes as Curly continued to choke on Jimmy, the mans thrusts into his mouth getting faster as he chased release. The blond was overwhelmed, the pleasure he felt on his cock in unison with the pain of Jimmy's cock ravaging his throat made his head spin from the lack of air getting to his lungs.
Jimmy panted heavily, continuing to use Curly's head as a fleshlight until he pushed his head all the way down, cumming down the blonds throat. Curly gagged again, bile rising to his throat as he desperately grinding his cock against Jimmy's shoe. After a moment, Jimmy pulled Curly's head off his cock, watching Curly's head turn to the side, coughing up the bile and cum with his own cock spilling in his boxers.
Jimmy smiled, watching as Curly breathed out harshly through his orgasm, his hips stuttering against his shoe. He had Jimmy's spend and his stomach contents running down his chin, his eyes half lidded and his skin slick with sweat as he panted. He looked up at Jimmy as he slowly stopped moving his hips, the brunet removing his shoe from between Curly's legs as the blond asked, "good?"
Jimmy pushed some of the golden locks from the other man's forehead, moving it down to gently hold his cheek. He was always disturbingly mesmerised when he could manage to fuck the words out of Curly, "very. I feel much better."
Curly smiled, shutting his eyes and leaning into Jimmy's touch, " 'm glad."