Hearing
Pete's room was right next to Jimmy's, and whenever Gary was nice enough for Pete to let him have him, the noise reverberated through the wall, and Jimmy couldn't help that he listened. His breathing was heavy and he felt like a creep, hearing Pete beg for Gary to slow down, ease up, stop hurting him. Gary hadn't protested like that, Jimmy recalled rather fondly, forcing his smile away.
"D-don't break th-the skin – ah! Gary, stop it!" Pete protested loudly, Jimmy shuddering.
The creaking of the flimsy bed frame through the wall suddenly stopped, and Jimmy ignored Pete's crying to focus instead on the slam of his dorm room door, the heavy patter of footsteps, then a knock at his own door.
"Who is it?" Jimmy asked even though he knew exactly who it was, why he was there. Gary entered the room without being invited, clad only in a pair of blue plaid pajama pants, red marks down his front and assuredly down his back. His glare was pure murder.
Without a word, Gary dropped his pants, locking the door behind him and making his way with a determination that was halfway terrifying to the bed. When he was there, he straddled Jimmy's lap, glancing at the wall separating them and a crying Peter.
"What the Hell did you do to him?" Jimmy asked, letting Gary ease him into a laying position, then pull the blanket down.
"Bit his shoulder." The sadist answered plainly, grinding down on the redhead, looking wild and needy. He fell forward, mouth by Jimmy's ear.
"You wanna fuck me?" He asked, forcing Jimmy's hand to his backside.
"No." The redhead responded, body refusing to let him do the right thing, go comfort his friend. His hips were jerking upwards, though, towards the friction of barely-there clothing.
"Don't lie." Gary purred in a lurid way,
"Pete is in the next room. He can hear us."
"Good. I want him to know what a real fuck sounds like." Without Jimmy noticing it, Gary had eased his pajamas down his hips, just low enough, kicking his own underwear off awkwardly, the fabric hanging from one leg.
Gary let Jimmy have him dry. The redhead wasn't fond of the initial friction, but the ragged scream that tore from his throat was enough to make his hips jerk upwards, his eyes roll into the back of his head. There wasn't as much friction, suddenly, and Gary's uncomfortable little yelps turned to sighs of undeniable pleasure.
"Y-yeah, you're… you're a real man, ohGodharder…" Gary whimpered out, Jimmy opening his eyes to look up at him, his naked form twitching above him, the way his eyes were clamped shut and his mouth hung open. Jimmy touched him, and he didn't slap his hand away that time, trying to move into the hand around him and back on the violation at the same time, resulting in an erratic rolling of slender hips.
"Say my name, Gary…" Jimmy breathed, forgetting all about the sobbing directly adjacent to them, the two of them on a distant planet, completely alone. Gary was certainly better than his own hand.
"Hnn… J-jimmy… You f… shit, I…" Gary stammered, speeding up suddenly. He had been in the middle of a heinous act already before storming to Jimmy's room, and his climax was faster than it had been the first time. He tightened, and the redhead followed with a loud grunt, both of them moving a few more times before Gary fell forward and Jimmy fell slack.
There was a moment of tense silence, the redhead mortified, staring at the wall beside them, through which he could still hear crying, though it was softer. There was another voice, shushing him soothingly, someone he didn't initially recognize, but his concentration was broken when Gary stumbled off of the bed and fell into a limp heap on the floor.
"You know it's good if you can't walk afterwards…" Gary commented with a twisted grin, dragging himself to the bathroom.
Jimmy laid in his bed for a while, listening to the hiss of his shower, to Pete's sobs subsiding, the unknown voice cooing at him softly. He threw the blankets off of him, readjusted his disheveled clothing, and snuck off in the direction of the adjacent room.
Johnny was there, holding onto the lithe male, rocking him back and forth. He snapped his eyes up to the intruder, promptly throwing a shoe at him, Jimmy just barely blocking the projectile with the door. He was about to ask why, but he knew full well, hanging his head in shame.
"You bastard… You let Gary fuck you?" Johnny asked scathingly, Jimmy furrowing his eyebrows in surprise, half because of the question, which wasn't properly worded, half because he had expected anybody but Johnny.
"No, I-" Pete broke into hysterics again, leaning into Johnny's chest.
"Tell your psychotic lover boy that it's over, yeah?" The greaser demanded, back to comforting Pete, ignoring the redhead. Jimmy slinked back to his room, Gary lying in his bed, a satisfied smile on his face.
"I never really liked him anyway. He bitched too much." The sadist admitted, though it wasn't really true. He was broken internally, knew that his rash actions, however in-the-moment they had been, were just that – rash. He wanted Pete back, even when Jimmy climbed into bed next to him, wrapping unsure arms around the sadist. He could hear Johnny in the other room, inviting Pete away.
