Chapter Seven


Trigger Warnings For This Chapter: Cursing, Mental Illness Traits, Hallucinations, Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Intense Sex, Blood, and Age-Gap Sex.


"Pinky. I need to check your ribs."

"You need to check my?… oh! Yes! Of course." The statement flustered Pinky for a moment. His heart was still racing from all the excitement at the train station.

Brain brought him over to the loveseat, adrenaline still pumping from the shooting. Instead of grabbing a chair, Bain sat next to Pinky. He wanted a closer look, and a separate chair just wasn't going to cut it.

Pinky shimmied his jacket off. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted his arms.

Pinky's chest and abs were bare now, and Brain nearly drooled. Oh, fuck me. After his… session with himself, shirtless Pinky was constantly on his mind. And now it was reality. Brain remembered the end of yesterday's fantasy. Pinky helplessly screaming Brain's name as he came and came onto his own chest and abs.

Pinky saw Brain's face flush. He reached for Brain's hand, slowly bringing it towards his middle. The fingertips made contact with his skin, and Pinky suppressed a shiver. "So, are my ribs okay, Brain? Narf!"

Brain pried himself from his inappropriate thoughts. "Ah, yes. Um, let me check." He ran his fingers up Pinky's sternum. "How's that feel." He applied a little pressure.

Pinky prayed that Brain couldn't notice his nipples hardening. "It feels good. … Uh, no pain." His mind was in shambles, and voices in the back of his head whispered suggestive material, making Pinky extremely hot and bothered. This man just murdered for him. It was wrong. It was kind. It was horrific. It was thrilling. The voices in his head loved it, and so did Pinky.

Brain's fingers went to Pinky's right side. He applied pressure and ignored Pinky's statement of feeling 'good' as best as he could. "What about here?"

Pinky groaned. It was really sore. "It's pretty owy there. Poit."

With how intimate they were being, Pinky's groan went straight to Brain's groin. He shifted so he could hide his erection. Oh, God. Keep it together.

But Pinky saw it. Pinky's own length hardened, and he too shifted. Oh lord, I need him out of the closet. Fuck, I'll go in if I need to.

Brain slid his fingers over to the other side. "W-what about here?"

Pinky took a shaky breath and groaned again. "Y-yeah. It's really sore there still, too."

After Pinky's second groan, it took all of Brain's willpower to not knock him over and just start licking and sucking.

Brain removed his hand, but Pinky grabbed it and put it on his stomach. "You forgot to check here. You checked there last time."

Brain nodded and moved his hand around, admiring every crevice and bump of Pinky's abdominals. "How's that feel?"

"Really good."

Brain gulped. "So, uh, n-no pain?"

Pinky grabbed Brain's chin gently and tilted his head, so they were staring at each other's eyes. "No pain." Pinky was shocked at how direct he was, but the voices persuaded him. He was very willing to give in to them at this moment.

Brain practically short-circuited. Pinky's not gay… right? Or is he? He's really acting like he is… Pink hair, flamboyant gestures, this…

"Hey, Brain?" Pinky's voice was nearly a whisper.

Brain gazed into blue, half-lidded eyes. "Y-yes, Pinky."

Pinky leaned in to whisper into Brain's ear. "What would you say if I told you I was gay? Would you be okay with it?"

P-p-pinky.. gay? Mmm Pinky. Brain was losing his ability to think straight. "Yes. I mean, of course. Is that what you are?"

Pinky breathed a shaky breath into Brain's ear. "Yess. What would you do if I told you that I like you? Poit. Really, really fucking liked you, even though we've hardly known each other?"

With the adrenaline from the shooting and the blood in his body all going to one place, Brain gave in. Pinky must have known he was gay, and he was going for it. Fine. He'd also go for it. Why not! He murdered three people today already! Brain scooted back discreetly and lowered Pinky, so he was on his back, head elevated by the armrest. He leaned in to whisper into Pinky's ear with a quick gulp of courage. "I'd tell you that I like you, too." He watched Pinky lick his lips. He didn't need courage anymore. "And I'm about to show you just how much."

Pinky didn't hold back and moaned at the provocative words. "I wanna show you, too."

Brain tapped Pinky's nose with a wink. "Stay still a moment. I've been dying to do this ever since I saw you shirtless."

Before Pinky could ask any questions, he felt Brain's tongue lick from his naval to right under his chin. Pinky shivered and shook at the sensation. "It's hard to be still, Brain. Narf!" Next, Brain traced the outline of his abs with the tip of his tongue, leaving long webs of saliva. "Ooooh! Mmmph- really h-hard!"

Brain sat up and stepped off the loveseat. His pants were far too tight.

Pinky whined when Brain got up but watched in amazement as the other removed his pants… and then his underwear. It. Was. Huge. He wanted it, anywhere he could get it. "B-Brain. My word."

Brain gave Pinky a cocky grin as he watched the other literally drool. Brain wasn't impressive above the belt, but he knew what he had under it. And he knew how to use it. He went through a period in his 30's where he was meeting strangers rather frequently. It wasn't a great time in his life, but it gave him practice. And experience. Brain looked at the loveseat. That wasn't going to do. "Pinky. Let's move to a more comfortable place."

Pinky grabbed Brain's hand as he was led to the bedroom. Pinky was pushed onto his back on the bed as Brain crawled on top of him. "How old are you, Pinky?"

"Twenty-s-six."

Brain was a bit shocked at how much younger Pinky was but brushed it off. "You're young. How much…" Brain licked a nipple…" experience do you have?"

Pinky made a high-pitched noise and gasped at the sensation on his nipple. "Not much. But I'm not a virgin!" He didn't want Brain to go too easy on him.

Brain grabbed Pinky's face by his cheeks. Brain's voice was low and dangerous and so, so sexy. "I'm gonna give you a pretty thorough lesson then. I want you to know as much as possible." He crashed his lips onto Pinky's, and Pinky greedily accepted.

Pinky wrapped his arms around the back of Brain's neck and deepened the kiss. He needed to taste him. God, they were so close, but it wasn't enough. He whined and moaned into the kiss desperately.

Brain moaned himself, loving how badly Pinky wanted him. He did taste like bubblegum. Brain sucked on Pinky's lower lip, and his tongue slipped into Pinky's mouth.

Pinky was in ecstasy. He hadn't had someone's tongue inside his mouth before. He gave Brain all the access he wanted and then slipped his tongue into Brain's mouth. There was a battle for dominance, and Pinky smirked into the kiss when he realized he was winning.

Brain eventually broke the kiss and went back to Pinky's nipples. His left hand began twisting one while he sucked on the other. Brain nearly came right then and there at the sound he received.

"Nnnngggh… mmmmmmmmmmm oooooooh!" Pinky panted at the attention his chest was receiving. He was very sensitive there.

Brain nipped at Pinky and looked him in the eye to see his reaction.

Pinky bit down on his own fingers to keep his shouting down, but so much sound escaped anyway. Not only was his chest getting so much attention, but he could also feel Brain's length pulsing as it bounced on and off his stomach.

Brain noticed where Pinky was staring and sat up. He towered over Pinky with a smile. God, it's been too long since I've had sex. Brain grabbed his own member and started to pump lazily while keeping eye contact with Pinky. Brain sighed with pleasure.

Pinky almost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Pinky's pants became too tight to handle, so he unbuckled unzipped them. He kept his eyes on Brain the whole time. After things were unzipped, he went ahead and pulled out his own length. It was impressive, but not nearly as much as Brain's

Brain started pumping a little faster. At the sight of this, Pinky couldn't take it and began pumping his own dick as well.

Brain allowed his drool to fall freely. It was going to get messy in here regardless. "You like what you see, huh?" Brain pumped faster. "Oh, God, I need this. Mmmmm!" Brain pumped even faster.

Pinky's mouth hung open in shock. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. "B-b-Brain. Mmmmm. Brain!."

"Pinky! Fuck! Again! Say my name, again!" Brain started trembling and tensing.

"B-Brain! Brain! Brain! Nnnnngh!"

Fucking Christ! YEEEESSSSS! FUUUUUUCCCKKKK!" Brain took aim of Pinky's face. He climaxed at his name being chanted a third time. Brain twitched as his dick pulsated.

Pinky was a little shocked at the sudden substance on his face, but when he realized what it was, he threw his head back and pumped harder on his length. It was so sexy and so dirty. One of the voices in his head kept talking about how bad and exciting this was: "Oh, god, Brain! K-keep it coming. Fucking drown me."

And Brain did. So much sexual fantasy was happening. Brain came and came and came, onto Pinky's face. "Nnnnnngg!"

As Brain shot out the last drop his body had at that moment, Pinky came hard. "BRAAAIIN! OH YEEESSS!" Pinky's dick twitched as he came onto his stomach.

...

They both panted until their breathing steadied. Their eyes locked a moment, and Brain got off. He cleared his throat. "I, uh. I'll get a towel." Brain walked off to his bathroom, and Pinky kept his eyes on him.

Oh! Haha! Brain's got a cute little bum!

As Brain reached into his closet to grab one of his towels, he heard manic giggling in the other room. "Pinky?! What are you laughing about?!" He walked out of the bathroom and tossed Pinky the towel.

Pinky caught it and started cleaning himself off. "Nothing, nothing. Just noticed your cute little bum. Narf!"

Brain suddenly felt self-conscious and twisted around in an attempt to see his own rear. He'd never thought about the state of his rear before now. Little? Is that bad?! "What are you going on about? It's… just fine…."

Pinky finished wiping himself off the best he could before winking at Brain. "~very fine."

Brain undid a button on his shirt as it was extremely hot in his room. "So, uh,…" he looked at Pinky with a much clearer head. Pinky was still a bit… sticky. And covered in blood. Brain had been so amped up from the rush of running away from a crime scene and then having heat-of-the-moment sex that he didn't notice just how filthy Pinky was. He turned to look at himself in his bedroom window. He was filthy, too. "Would you like to take a shower?"

Pinky suddenly realized just how dirty they were, too. "Hm. Oh yeah. Troz! Probably best if we did, huh?" He stood up off the bed and approached Brain. "You wanna take one with me? It'll save you on the water bill."

Brain blushed. He couldn't tell if Pinky was flirting or being serious. It would save on the water bill. "I suppose I could." I did just ejaculate all over him. A shower was much tamer in comparison.

Brain led Pinky into the bathroom and started up the shower. Then he panicked. He was going to have to take off his shirt.

Pinky noticed Brain tense up. "You okay, Brain?" Did I do or say something wrong?

Brain kept his eyes on the white-tile floor of his bathroom. "I'm embarrassed." He felt weak admitting such a stupid thing. They literally just had sex, and he was nervous about showing his stomach and chest.

Pinky's eyes became half-lidded. "Oh, don't be Brain. I loved being covered."

Brain took a mental note of Pinky's words but corrected him on what he actually meant. "No. Not that. I'm embarrassed about… how I look... shirtless.

Pinky frowned. He had no idea why Brain would feel embarrassed about that. "Oh, Brain. If you feel that uncomfortable, we can take separate showers. But, I promise I wouldn't judge you. You could have purple spots for all I care! I'm already attracted to you. Seeing you shirtless won't change that."

Brain considered the other's words and nodded firmly. "Okay then." He said okay, but didn't make a move to remove his shirt.

Pinky had an idea! Pinky removed his jeans and then his underwear. He did a twirl around. "My legs are pretty gangly. And they have scars on 'em. You can also see my bones poppin' out in a few places. Plus, my bruises. I have lots of flaws, Brain. I really promise I won't judge you."

Brain looked Pinky up and down. There were bones poking out now that he mentioned it. Pinky was actually quite thin. Then there were the cuts on his legs. "What happened to your legs, Pinky?" He clamped a hand over his mouth. What a rude question to ask someone who was being vulnerable with you. Brain wasn't disturbed or anything. He wanted to know because it broke his heart to see Pinky with so many past wounds. "Pinky, I'm sorry to ask that. It slipped out of me. You don't have to answer that."

Pinky was nervous about revealing why he had so many scars, but he really wanted Brain to feel safe and comfortable. It was embarrassing to admit, but if he shared something embarrassing, maybe Brain would feel less so. "Well, some of 'em are from falls or kicks from beatings, but a lot of 'em… I did myself."

Brain's mouth hung open. Why would someone hurt themselves like that?! "Pinky! Why would you do that to yourself? This town beats on us enough; you shouldn't add to it."

Pinky felt shameful but pushed past it. He knew Brain wasn't judging; he was just concerned. "Well…" The reason he did it was because of a voice who told him he deserved it. He thankfully hadn't heard that particular voice in a while. "I thought I deserved it. To feel pain. Because I felt worthless."

Brain knelt down, so he was eye level with Pinky's thighs. He gently brushed his thumbs over the scars. Brain's voice was barely above a whisper. "Who made you feel like that?" Brain had felt worthless before. It was a frightening and dangerous sensation.

Pinky's breath hitched at Brain's gentle touch. Who had made me feel worthless? Pinky hadn't asked himself that question before. His parents for leaving him behind in the world? The orphanage where he was abused? His boss? The people on the streets of Hamington? "Everyone." Pinky felt tears drip down his face. He didn't expect his physical flaw reveal to get so deep and emotional.

Brain noticed the tears and stood up. He removed his shirt and guided Pinky into the shower.

Pinky wiped his eyes and smiled down at Brain. "You look stunning, you know?"

Brain rubbed his arm. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course! Is there any reason you feel insecure? Poit?"

Brain gestured dramatically at Pinky. "Are you kidding me?! Look at you! You're young and smooth and have abs! I pale in comparison. I'm old and worn down."

Pinky reached for some shampoo and began massaging Brain's scalp. "You don't look worn-down to me! You look rather dashing and sofa-cated."

Brain hummed as Pinky worked the shampoo onto his hair. "The word is sophisticated. And, thank you."

Pinky mouthed the long word out to himself. Sofist a cata? Hm. He's been saying that word wrong his whole life. Pinky kept the conversation going with an honest question. "So, how old are you Brain? If you don't mind me asking." Brain calling Pinky young and referring to himself as worn-down made Pinky curious.

Brain gulped. Pinky might just flee when he finds out how large their age gap is. He felt a tad guilty at being intimate with someone so young. "I'm…49. So, essentially 50." Brain prepared for the worst in terms of a response, but Pinky was full of kind surprises.

Pinky moved Brain into the water so the shampoo would rinse off. "Really? Narf! I thought at most you were 40! You look amazing for 50! You'll have to tell me your secrets, so I can age gracefully, too!"

Brain was too short to shampoo Pinky, so he decided to use body wash instead. He started with Pinky's middle, which was sticky from both rat blood and lust. "You flatter me, Pinky." Brain couldn't help but smile. Pinky was the warmest soul on planet Earth; he was sure of it.

The moment Brain's hand had touched his chest, Pinky was mentally back to where they were earlier in the bedroom. Pinky grabbed Brain's arms and lowered his head to whisper in the shorter man's ear. "After a session with you, I must say, I think I have a thing for older men. You taught me alot~."

Brain shook as his face heated up. If Pinky's down for another round …He whispered back. "I still have more I can show you, you know?" Brain moved Pinky's hand to his revived erection. Pinky was so attractive... it didn't take much to arouse Brain. "You seemed rather impressed with this earlier." Brain's body flushed as he watched Pinky drool with lust. "I bet you… want it shoved in your mouth, hm?"

Pinky trembled and nodded. He was so turned on it was hard to speak.

"On your knees."

Pinky dropped down almost instantly. The tip of Brain's cock was a mere inch away from his lips.

"You want a taste?"

Pinky nodded eagerly.

"Say, ah."

Pinky opened his mouth, and saliva dripped from the roof of it.

The sight of Pinky eagerly opening wide was too erotic for Brain. Before he could think, he shoved his whole cock into Pinky.

The amount of space Brain's cock occupied startled Pinky at first, but he was quick to get used to it. He began to suck, bobbing his head up and down Brain's shaft.

Brain's eyes blew open. Pinky must have done this before! He has to have! Brain threw his head back and moaned uncontrollably. His plans to dominate Pinky through the blowjob went out the window. He was a slave to Pinky's mouth.

Pinky noticed how riled up Brain was and looked into his eyes. God, he's a moaning, panting, sexy mess. It's a good thing we're in the shower. Pinky wrapped his tongue around Brain and winked at him.

"Pinky! Oh my God!" Brain couldn't even comprehend what Pinky was doing; up and down and up and down, Brain watched Pinky glide on his shaft. Brain could feel his climax approaching. He looked down past Pinky's face and saw the other's length pulsing with arousal. He wanted Pinky to cum first, this time.

Brain tapped Pinky's shoulder to get his attention.

Pinky stopped his performance with a pop. "Yes, Brain?" Pre-cum and spit dripped down Pinky's chin.

Brain put a finger to Pinky's chin, coaxing him up off his knees. "An exceptional performance, but I want to get you off first." Brain sat Pinky on the edge of the bathtub.

Everything happened very fast for Pinky. When he looked down, Brain was on his knees with a devilish look in his eyes. "Brain?—OOOOOOOHHH! MMMMMMM!" Pinky wanted to keep looking at Brain, but the pleasure was so intense that it forced his eyes shut.

Brain was in love with Pinky's sounds. They were too perfect.

Brain could tell Pinky was getting close and slowed down. Pinky needed to say the magic word. His voice vibrated on Pinky's cock. "Pinky~, what's my name?"

Pinky immediately knew what Brain wanted. "Brain! Braaaaiiin! Braaaaiiiiin!

Brain shoved Pinky's cock as far back into his mouth as he could.

Pinky. Screamed.

"Braaiiiin! Aaaahhh-nnnnn! Brain!"

Pinky released into Brain, and Brain gladly swallowed every last drop before letting up.

While Pinky was still trembling, Brain grabbed the back of Pinky's hair and shoved his cock onto Pinky's mouth. He started pumping in and out. The sight of Pinky trembling as Brain face-fucked him became too much. He slammed his dick into the back of Pinky's throat and held his head there as he came for the second time today.

"FUUUCCKKKKK! YESSS! YEEEEES! OH YEEESSSSSSS!"

When Brain was finally drained, he pulled back to see a cross-eyed, satisfied Pinky.

"Narf! Mmmm, Brain. That was so goood."

Brain rolled his eyes with a smile and helped Pinky onto his feet.

They dried off when they finished showering, and Brain threw on an oversized shirt. He tossed one Pinky's way, as well. Brain scooped up their dirty clothes. "I'll be back. I'm gonna go ahead and put these in the washer."

Pinky waved dramatic hands. His head was a lot less fuzzy. The voices had calmed; he wasn't hot and bothered and was ignoring what had happened at the train station for now. He remembered something!. "When you get back, I have two jokes to tell you! I have to tell you tonight, though, before I have a chance to forget again!"

Brain smiled. "Oh, uh, okay. Sure." He grabbed the doorknob. "I'll try to be quick then." He tossed their clothes into the machine and paused after filling the laundry soap cup. I just had sex with the clown-man… twice. I murdered three people…I took off my shirt!

Brain poured in the soap and headed back for the bedroom. He briefly contemplated taking over the world tonight instead of Sunday afternoon. This particular day was full of chaos; he might have had a higher chance of succeeding.

Brain re-entered the bedroom and walked over to Pinky, who was lying down. "Okay, Pinky. What did you want to-…."

An absolutely comical snore erupted from Pinky. He was fast asleep. Brain chuckled quietly. It had been an eventful day. An almost surreal one. Brain laid back, making sure Pinky had blanket coverage.

Images of today's events ticked in his mind. He was a murderer, a hero, a monster… He was… also very tired. Brain snuggled deep into his pillow and closed his eyes. Tomorrow was another busy day.