"When the Moon Hits Your Eye…"(Lyric's Place)~(Jimmy Colt, Lyric Brass)

Jimmy:

Trudging up the last few steps, Jimmy kicked the door open soon as Lyric had cracked it open and strode forward quickly. Dumping the bags and BAGS of purchases, he exhaled loudly and shook out his arms."And WHY did I suddenly become your damn bellhop? Wasn't it YOU who got Li all huffy, so it should've been YOU to have the numb fingers? " Wrinkling his nose, he flapped his hands about, slowly regaining feeling in them.

He wasn't sure why exactly he'd agreed to come over Lyric's place. The pretense of helping to get things ready for the triplets was a plausible enough reason, but after what had happened earlier at the mall, Jimmy was a bit on edge. Maybe being alone with the boy was a bad idea.

Lyric:

"Oh please." Lyric waved his hand dismissively before plopping down amidst the chaos of bags and delving into them to wallowing in his shopping spree once again. They always did end far too quickly for his liking. "He is such a grumpy guss, and far too sensitive." he chanced a glance at his best friend and blushed before quickly his attention back to his purchases.

His retrieved his hand from inside a rather plain looking bag and flushed deeper when he saw the erotic purchases. He shoved them back inside and tossed the bag to Jimmy.

"Here you go." He chirped, clearing his throat and crawling over the bag clearly labeled 'Gadzooks'. "For you. For wank material." he shrugged, nonchalantly, all the while fighting the hues of red that crept up his face.

Jimmy:

Pursing his lips, Jimmy would've disagreed...if it wasn't so true. Liam had his mood swings, it came with being Liam, he supposed. Grumbling an incoherent answer, Jimmy walked over and sat down on the floor, pulling over a random bag. At some point, he stopped watching what Lyric chose and just paid for it. It made things much easier. Arching an eyebrow as he pulled out a hot pink studded watch, he blinked as another bag was tossed at him. Peeking inside, he scowled and shook the scantly underwear at the boy."As if I'd bring this into a place where the bipolar Liam might find it! You must be out of your mind, sweetheart."

Even so, he studied and eyed the naughty unmentionables, remembering how sexy Lyric looked on them....Oooh...Was it getting hot in here, or was it just him?

Lyric:

"Liebchen? When have I ever been in a right state of mind?" he chuckled, snatching the bag back and shoving it behind him by his satchel. "Maybe I will keep it. For... experimental purposes." he cleared his throat quickly and lifted another to show off.

"What do you think of this?" He beamed, flashing a black rhinestone studded vibrator. "I figured it'd make a nice gift for Tempo. Now though? I might just leave it under Liam's pillow." He giggled, turning the device over in his hands. The toy was still sealed securely in its packaging, the kind you could only remove with a sharp pair of scissors and an iron will. Not to mention, a ready first aid kit.

Jimmy:

Jimmy snorted and nodded in agreement as he browsed through another bag. This one was shoes. Arching an eyebrow as Lyric stashed the naughty underwear, he moistened his lips and tried to pretend he wasn't thrilled that, someday in the future, those wonderful delicates would be touching Lyric's delicious body.

Glancing up, Jimmy blanched at the thing held in his friend's hand."What the HELL kinda torture device is that?? That's not for INTERNAL use, is it??" Shaking his head, he sighed and took out a shoe, trying it on his hand."You're gonna end up getting me killed. I can feel it."

Lyric:

"What?" He smirked innocently, examining the device more closely. "No, see?" he leaned forward, adjusting his position so that he sat on his knees and held the package under Jimmy's nose. "The rhinestones are set in it. There's a smooth surface of plastic or whatever that shit it over it." he pulled it back and looked at it again, his fingers slowly running down the sides as if longing to feel the actual thing material.

A few moments of silence passed before he abandoned the vibrator, tossing in his friend's lap before grabbing another bag. "Hey, wanna help me take this shit upstairs before my mom comes home? She thinks you spoil me enough as it is." his eyes twinkling at the last statement.

Jimmy:

Watching his friend drift off in thought, Jimmy arched an eyebrow and wondered if it was wrong to be getting turned on by how the boy was fondling that vibrator. Clearing his throat discretely once Lyric abandoned the toy, he nodded quickly and stood up."I'll do it. I'm your pack mule anyway." Smirking a bit, he gathered as many bags as he could and headed up to the boy's bedroom.

Lyric:

Lyric followed behind his friend, careful to keep his eyes on the steps rather than the perk ass directly in front of his face as he ascended the stairs. Why today, of all days, did this thing have to rear its ugly head? He and Jimmy had been friends for a decade. If he'd been attracted to him, why couldn't he have noticed it years ago? Or, better yet, not at all? This thing, this possible crush had the potential to ruin not only the closest friend he'd ever had, but his friendship with Liam as well.

Fuck, Liam was already freaking out over an unintentional kiss.

He shook his head free from his thoughts as Jimmy cleared his throat, clearly annoyed at his daydreaming.

"Sorry," he blushed, stepping around him and opening his bedroom door. He stepped inside and hurriedly unzipped his heavy boots, kicking them off in a corner to deal with later.

Taking a few bags from Jim's arms to ease his load, he looked around the disheveled room before sighing and tiredly letting the heavy load fall to the floor at his feet.

"I'll deal with it later. I don't feel like cleaning." He moaning, crawling onto his bed and curling up into a ball. His long nails scratched at his head before he angrily removed the damned beanie, tossing it on the floor and rubbing at his dreads.

"Jimmy." he whined. It was a whine of pure torture, not one of his normal, pathetic and cutesy ones. "My heads aches... They hurt... Rub it?" He asked, scrunching his brow in pain.

Jimmy:

Huffing as Lyric took his SWEET damn time opening the door, Jimmy shook his head and deposited his half of the bags by the bed."What's your malfunction, space case?" Sighing as he watched the boy retreat to his bed to whine, Jimmy couldn't help but smile. Damn Lyric and his perpetual cuteness.

Walking over, he sat on the side of the bed facing his friend and rubbed the boy's sore scalp."Why did you get dreads anyway, and ruin your pretty hair?"

Lyric:

"What's your malfunction, space case?"

Lyric shrugged, his body falling limp under the circular motions of Jimmy's fingertips on his aching scalp. "I dunno." he whispered, hoping to avoid the subject. "And I got dreads because they look amazing on me. How do I know? Because they look amazing on Rhythm and Vivace." he smirked, glancing up at Jimmy through his thick lashes. "Only they look better in black. The white weaves were my own, personal touch." he winked, rolling his neck a bit to adjust his neck positioning.

He frowned and rolled his neck again, moaning a bit as something jabbed into his flesh.

"Ow!" he sat up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck and swiping his hand across the duvet, coming up with a pair of tweezers. "What the fuck? I thought I left these in the bathroom." He eyed them curiously before tossing them on the floor and laying back down, resting his head in Jimmy's lap this time. "Do they still smell like coconut?"

Jimmy:

My best friend is such a blonde, Jimmy thought to himself as the boy went on and on about his 'fabulous' dreads. Frankly, Jimmy didn't see the appeal. Anything that hurt and prevented awesome S&M hair things was just plain evil in his book. Blinking as Lyric squirmed about, he sighed and lifted his hand away."Oi. Wiggles. Calm down."

Quirking a brow at the object the boy withdrew, Jimmy gave a shudder. What TWEEZERS were doing there...."You are SUCH a chick. " He sighed heavily and scrunched his mouth to the side as Lyric used his lap as a pillow. Another sigh escaped him as he went back to rubbing the boy's scalp. Spoiled brat. Pausing, he lifted a few strands and sniffed, smiling softly a few moments later, "Yep."

On impulse, Jimmy leaned down and sniffed at the boy's neck."Mmm...you smell like a pina colada all over."

Lyric:

Lyric giggled as Jimmy sniffed his long locks, totally ignoring the girl comment. He was used to the low blows by now.

What he wasn't used to was how Jimmy had suddenly leaned down to sniff his neck. His entire body stiffened as his friend's breath ghosted over his neck, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.

"Fuck, Jay!" he pushed the boy away, shocking even himself and sat upright, turning halfway to look at the scruffy brunette. "Sor-sorry." He blushed, pulling his legs tightly to his chest and curling his arms around them. He rested his cheek against them, looking toward the door as he became lost in thought.

He knew it! He knew this stupid crush had the potential to fuck everything up! He had to put an end to it. He didn't know how, but he had to. It was obvious that Liam would never approve.

But why was Lyric even worried about Liam's approval when he liked girls?!

Jimmy:

Blinking in shock as he was shoved away, Jimmy frowned and a flicker of something darkened his green eyes. Despite the apology, he wasn't put at ease. Lyric had been weird all day and he was getting sick of it. Far too used to getting treated like shit, he never expected that to seep into his friendship with Lyric. Climbing off the bed, he huffed in irritation, "I'll be in the kitchen once you get a fucking clue and give Liam's tampon back." Walking out the door, he made sure it slammed a bit as he left.

Lyric:

The slamming door reverberated through the house and Lyric flinched, moaning hoarsely at his own actions. 'Let the fuckery begin...'

"Jimmy! Wait!" He called after him, hurriedly sliding off the bed and chasing the older boy down the stairs and into the kitchen."Fuck, would you just stop!" He panted, stopping behind a kitchen chair and gripping the backing tightly in his hands. "I-" He faltered once again, unable to come up with a single thing to make this better. His grip tightened, his knuckles whitening beneath his grip.

"Fuck..." he grumbled and sighed yet again, running a hand idly through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry, ok? It's just... Maybe that thing at the mall kinda freaked me out, too. Ok?" he relented, biting his lip nervously. He'd just gone and done it. He might as well have cried out that he was fucking in love with the boy or something.

He'd probably get the same reaction regardless.

His face calmed and his voice lowered. More soft spoken, he tried again. "I don't know, it's just... I don't know." He shrugged. What could he possibly say?

Jimmy:

Getting down to the kitchen, Jimmy rummaged in the fridge for something to calm his frayed nerves. First Patrick, now this. Someone out there really hated him and wanted him to suffer. It was probably Pansy, the vindictive evil witch.

Surfacing with a cherry coke, Jimmy turned and arched an eyebrow at his... eloquent friend. Taking a few sips, he waited out the boy's stammering, wondering what he was trying to get at. But once that confession left those pink lips, Jimmy couldn't exactly keep hold of his temper. Gripping the can in both hands, he fidgeted with the tab as he leaned against the counter, green eyes averted. "Well...don't worry. It was just an accident. I won't do anything like that again." Taking a huge swig of cola, he looked away, his face a perfect mask to hide how hurt he really was. Being a disgusting creature to your best friend would hurt anybody.

Lyric:

Lyric narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Again? But, Jimmy... I kissed you." He shook his head and took a step closer, eyeing his friend curiously. "Doesn't that bother you? It sure a fuck bothered Liam." he rolled his eyes and slid his hands into his jean pockets. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me, but I've been worrying this entire time that like, I don't know, you were going to get shit over this from him, which would put you in a harsh mood, and then you take it out on me and harsh my mellow." He shrugged, stealing the cool can from his friend's hand and taking a quick sip before handing it back.

"I thought I'd freaked you out."

Jimmy:

Jimmy stared while the boy tried to explain himself. So...he WASN'T disgusted, just...embarrassed?? Well...Jimmy didn't know what to do with that. More importantly, he didn't know what to do with these warm feelings that were fizzing around in his chest. Lyric ....really was so sweet and considerate. As if Jimmy ever cared if he got crap from Liam. He ALWAYS got crap from Liam. It seemed the only way Liam could show his affection.

At peace with his best friend, Jimmy summoned up a smile and glanced down at his soda that the boy had just drunk from. "....'Harsh your mellow '?? Who TALKS like that." Chuckling, he offered the can back and leaned over to kiss the boy's forehead."You didn't freak me out. Just scared me a little...You're my best friend, I don't want to lose you over some silly misunderstanding." Lightly brushing his thumb across Lyric's chin, Jimmy couldn't deny the tug his heart gave when he glanced at those lips. He could almost remember how sweet they were...

Lyric:

"Hey!" Lyric laughed, accepting the can and the kiss. "I talk like that. You just wish I'd teach you my secrets so you could pull it off so cutely too." he winked, taking another sip and handing it back.

"Yeah. Misunderstanding..." he whispered, licking a drop of carbonation from his lower lip and looking down. He smiled weakly, somehow wishing he could be completely honest with him. "Sorry I freaked you out. It was... uh, yeah." He blushed. "I don't know why, but you're rendering me incapable of proper speech."

Jimmy:

Jimmy snorted softly and held the can again, "No thanks. I don't do cute. Sexy? Naturally. Seductive? Of course. But cute? Nope."

Green eyes followed that brief flicker of pink tongue and this time something lower tugged at his attention. This was getting dangerous...And of COURSE Lyric would have to make matters worse by blushing. The cheat! Pulling in a slow, deep breath, his thumb glided over the boy's jaw before Jimmy took a step back, leaning against the counter again."Sorry. This better?"

Lyric:

Lyric's eyes slid shut by their own doing as Jim's thumb softly slid along the delicate underside of his jaw. He felt the hand retreat and his eyed fluttered open.

"Y-yeah." He blinked and took a step back as well, folding his arms across his chest tightly before throwing them up into the air. "Fuck, dude! Urgh!" He growled, turning and walking back to the doorway. He swung back to face his friend and leaned against the frame, his arms folded once more.

"No, that's better." He mumbled, gazing more toward Jimmy's shirt than his actual face.

Jimmy:

Rather startled at his friend's reaction, Jimmy had to wonder if the boy wasn't slowly going crazy. Since Lyric had said the whole kiss was a misunderstanding, Jimmy had to assume the boy was just trying to curb his embarrassment. He hadn't thought things were THAT bad that they couldn't share a tiny kiss or two without Lyric freaking out on him. Apparently he was wrong.

Unsettled at the amount of space Lyric put between them, Jimmy awkwardly rubbed his jean-clad thighs."Hey...I'm not gonna touch you or anything, so...just calm down. I'm sorry, ok?"

Lyric:

Lyric shook his head and smiled wryly. "Maybe... maybe that's just the problem..."

'What the fuck?! Shut up, self!'

He dropped his arms at his sides and tried to speak, but he came up with nothing. "Look, just forget it, ok? Come on." He sighed, shaking his head again. Giving up. "Let's go... Go. Go clean my room or something, ok? I need to get those new sheets on the bed for the boys." His eyes remained downcast, no longer sparkling and bright. Instead, there was a distinct slump in his shoulders and he put off melancholy airs.

He moved to leave the kitchen, grabbing a banana off the counter as he passed.

Jimmy:

Blinking, Jimmy could only stare as his friend wilted in front of him. Frowning a bit, he hurried to catch up with the boy. He wasn't sure WHAT to do. Or rather, what LYRIC wanted him to do. He was getting so many mixed signals, and any false move could ruin their precious friendship. Jimmy didn't have many friends he could consider GENUINE friends, so Lyric meant all the more to him.

Chewing on his tongue ring as they walked back up the stairs, Jimmy found himself zoning out as he stared at the boy's ass. Lyric always did have an amazing rear, those tight jeans of his only accentuated that.

Sighing, he walked into the bedroom and glanced around a bit before he started picking up haphazard piles of clothes. Unsure how to move on from the awkwardness, he went for instinct. When in doubt, JOKE." Yanno, maybe you AREN'T a chick. At least girls know enough to hide their unmentionables." He teased as he dangled a pair of the boy's boxers from his index finger.

Lyric:

"Those aren't mine." He snatched the boxers from Jimmy's fingers and stuffed them beneath his mattress. "They're Rhythm's. I found then when I was rooting through my closet about two weeks ago." He smirked. Normally, if someone found something like that, the item would have ended up in the laundry and found its way into a drawer.

Not with Lyric. Nope, he'd tossed them over his shoulder and never gave them a second thought.

"I prefer briefs or sometimes thongs. I may not be a girl," he challenged, hand on hip again, "but wearing jeans this tight? Panty lines, or in the case of boxers, wrinkles, are a bloody nightmare." He looked around the room, noting the many bags on his floor. Cleaning so was not what he wanted to do right now.

"Speaking of undergarments, where's that bag with the later and chains? I need to hide those before the guys get here. They'll never let me live those down. You should have seen Vivace's face when Simone brought in my laundry and he saw my "sparkly silver panties"." He quoted with his fingers. "Dude had a shit fit. I swear, I thought he was going to disown me or something."

Jimmy:

Jimmy grimaced and wiped his finger on the wall. "Bleh! Give a guy some warning before he goes touching corn-rowed folk's boxers!" Continuing along, he managed to get his half of the room clear of hazards and debris. Sighing once he noticed Lyric less enthusiastic about HIS section, Jimmy stuffed the piles into the closet." Um, it should be in the plain black bag. " Kicking the door closed, he exhaled and picked up a bag, dumping out the contents on the boy's bed. Snorting at the story, Jimmy smirked."I can't believe you share the same genes. Scientifically speaking, DEFINITELY not clothing wise."

Giving up on putting anything away (quite the motivated pair, weren't they), Jimmy sat on the bed and leaned back on a palm. Smacking his lips, he moaned softly in want, DESPERATE for a cigarette right about now. He hadn't had one all day. "So when do the musical trio get here?" He asked absently, green eyes following his friend's movements.

Lyric:

"Tomorrow, just before noon." He replied, only half paying attention to his friend. He turned in a slow circle, holding his dreads out of his face as he looked down at the ground in search of the elusive bag. "Have you seen it? I can't find it anywhere." He crouched down, picking up random articles of clothing, shoe boxes, shoes themselves, store bags, belts, scarves, beanies, empty food containers and a whistle?

"Where the fuck did this even come from??" He stared at it quizzically before tossing it over his shoulder into another pile of various items. "We just had it, it's got to be around here somewhere..."

"Looking for this?" Lyric froze, his eyes growing wide as saucers as he glanced at Jimmy before ever so slowly looking over his shoulder.

There stood Gordon, the plain white bag dangling from his extended hand.

"Shit..."

"Yeah, that's what I said when I found this. Do me a favor?" He casually tossed the bag toward Lyric and he caught it midair, clutching it to his abdomen. "Learn to put your crap away and don't... let you mother find it." Lyric nodded slowly and Gordon chuckled, waving at Jimmy. "I'm heading out to meet up with your mom for dinner. You two are on your own tonight. I'm sure you'll manage. Have a good night guys!" Gordon waved once more then trotted down the stairs.

It wasn't until he heard the door slam that Lyric finally collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Hole-ly shit." He breathed, blinking rapidly as a grin broke out his face. He giggled and looked upside down at Jimmy. "Imagine if that had been my mom..."

Jimmy:

Looking over, Jimmy smiled and saluted as way of greeting. Chuckling at Lyric's dramatics, he rested his cheek against his shoulder. "heh, yeaaaah, you'd be well on your way to a seminary by now." He smirked."I could just imagine the hell you'd pitch when they tried to take away your eyeliner. Hell hath no fury like a boy without his makeup."

Moistening his lips, Jimmy patted his pockets and dug out his car keys and a smashed carton of Marlboro's." Shit..."Sighing, he tossed the carton into the trash."Can we walk to that kinky Indian place down the street and grab some curry? I wanna grab some smokes on the way."

Lyric:

"Sure thing, but first..." He pouted his lips in thought then cocked his head to the side. "What's a seminary? And why would they take my eyeliner?" His eyes narrowed at the second part. Who would be evil enough to do something such as that? The bastards...

"Can I treat you to lunch and a pack this time? He sat up, resting on his elbows and looked around the trashed room. "You did just buy my autumn wardrobe after all."

Jimmy:

Jimmy couldn't help but crack up. Leaning over, he pinched the boy's cheek."Hahaha, awww, thank god you're cute." Standing up, he stretched his arms above his head, having a crink from all the manual labor. His shirt unwittingly drifted up from the movements, revealing a stretch of flat tanned skin between his navel and the edge of his drooping jeans. "A seminary is a place where priests go to live. And yes, you CAN buy me food and cigarettes. It IS the least you can do." Smirking, he scrubbed a hand through his hair and playfully batted at the boy's foot."Come on, my little priest." With a grin, he headed out the door.

Lyric:

Lyric rubbed his cheeks and shot his friend a look as if to say, "Are you fucking insane??" Lyric? A priest? The idea was as absurd as Jimmy being a priest!

Yet another, the tiny brunette found himself so lost in his thoughts that he soon found himself alone in the room.

"God damnit, Jimmy, wait up!" He rolled across the floor and slid his boots back on, working at the faulty zipper before it finally caught. Chasing after the boy, he met up with him at the front door and run up behind him, grabbing the back of his shoulders and hauling his body up the shorter boys back; wrapping his legs tightly about his waist.

"Carry me!" He commanded playfully, kissing the mussed hair atop his head. "Pth! Pffffft!! Ugh, ew! Your gel tastes awful!"

Jimmy:

"ACK!" Groaning as he got a sudden load of Lyric, Jimmy easily lifted the boy up. He might've been taller, but he was DEFINITELY skinnier. Tucking his hands beneath the boy's thighs, he smirked and chuckled."Muahahaha! Gag on the gel, peon! Taste its stylish fury!"

Lyric:

"Always one to do what I'm told." Lyric shrugged, bowing his head and lapping at the fuzz of hair extending from his friend's jaw to behind his ear.

"Ew, dude! Ugh! At least mine tastes as good as it smells." He made a big show of wiping his tongue on the back of Jimmy's shirt before resting his chin atop the boy's head.

"Onward, Jeeves! To the Indian Reservation! Gotta swipe me a few squaws.. Oh. Wait. Wrong culture." He giggled, squeezing his thighs tight around his middle to spur seeing his feet were in no position to dig. "Move it wonder boy!"

Jimmy:

"Did you just...LICK me??" Jimmy said, a grin spreading across his face. Cracking up, he bounced the boy as he headed down the sidewalk."And YOU would be the specialist on gel tastes, since you've obviously tasted so many. " Chuckling, he ambled along, ignoring the scandalized stares of the family-oriented neighbors. Feeling the squeeze of Lyric's thighs, he couldn't resist teasing the boy, AND pissing off those nosy busy-bodies. Pinching his friend's thigh, he grinned and craned his head back."Watch those thighs, sweet face. Unless you'd like to come round front and put them to better use."

Lyric:

Lyric shrugged again. "The container did say all naturally. I was hungry and it just smelled really... really good." he paused for a moment. "Have I mentioned that I hate coconut?"

Feeling Jimmy pinch his thigh, he met his friend's eyes as he craned his neck to speak to him... and flushed.

"I uh..." he paused, swallowing hard as he considered. "What if I did." He smirked, all the while his heart beating furiously beneath his breast.

Jimmy:

Chuckling, Jimmy glanced both ways before crossing the street. He was a good boy after all (heh). Glancing back at his friend at his cheeky reply, Jimmy answered that smirk with one wicked smirk of his own."That can be arranged." Promptly dropping his hands from the boy, he hefted Lyric around his body and grinned winningly at they came face to face."I tried to warn you."

Lyric:

"Th-that you did." He stuttered, his eyes wide in shock and his breath cut short. His thighs tighter still, holding him up from meeting the concrete, he felt his groin pressing tightly against his friend's abdomen. In such a position, he had no choice but to stare deeply into those familiar emerald eyes. His heart racing, his palms sweating and his speech unreliable, he knew now, without a doubt, that this was most definitely a crush

He felt his thigh muscles begin to quake under the strain his groin rub harder against Jim's belly. His cock began to swell beneath his tight jeans and he instantly released his hold, letting himself fall to the ground, blushing wildly.

A sharp pain in his rear was a small price to pay to save face from Jimmy's wrath. He only hoped his dearest friend hadn't noticed the obvious bulge against his front.

Jimmy:

Rather satisfied with the blush that graced his friend's pretty face, Jimmy smiled smugly. That smile faltered as he felt something poke his stomach. And it all but fell as his poor friend did. Starting in surprise, he bent down and chuckled, rubbing the boy's head."Haha, awww, you ok?? Come on, up you go, slick." Helping Lyric to his feet, Jimmy smiled and reached around to playfully rub the boy's injured behind."Everything ok back there? God forbid anything got damaged."

Lyric:

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. You know. Clumsy me." He laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Come on." He waved the boy after him, starting back down the road. "After hurting my pride, I really need a cigarette. Like now."

He saw the Walgreens come into view and smiled happily, knowing salvation was just a few yards away.

"Screw the gas station, it's too far. Let's just get some smoke at Walgreens since the Indian place is in the same shopping center."

Jimmy:

Jimmy smiled and saluted, ambling alongside his friend. By the time the cigarettes were purchased, the demand for good had vanished in face of the smoke pressed between his lips. Walking across the parking lot, Jimmy drew in long drags, moaning as the flavor soaked into his tongue and nicotine spread through his veins.

After securing the food, Jimmy was only too happy to light up another cigarette to keep him company for the walk back to Lyric's place." That was cool of the girl to give us two extra orders of naan bread. You should've showed her more skin, maybe we could've gotten three."

Lyric:

"Mhm" Lyric mumbled around the bite of bread he'd stolen from the bag. He smiled and chewed quickly before swallowing and responding properly. "Maybe next time I'll wear that new see through shirt you bought me. Let her see my oh so sezy tattoos." he grinned wickedly, lifting the front of his shirt ever so slightly to display a hint of the foreign lettering and the elusive, low slung star.

He laughed and dropped his shirt, snaking a hand back into the bag for another bite.

"Fuck this shit is good. Haven't been there in ages. We should go back again tomorrow." he thought aloud, adding as an afterthought. "Maybe I really will wear that shirt. Free shit is free shit." he shrugged, shoving another ball of bread into his mouth.

Jimmy:

Smirking, Jimmy drunk in the teasing peek of pale skin and black lettering. He had to admit, he'd fantasized about what he'd do to that star given the opportunity. Licking his lips unconsciously as his mind filled with naughty things, Jimmy held his cig in his mouth to free up his hands and grab the bag."Stop boggarting the bread, yo."

Lyric:

"Psh! I earned that extra loaf, wench!" He laughed hotly, snatching the bag back. He shoved his hand inside and pulled out the tiniest bit of bread, forking it over to Jimmy. "Here, that's your compensation for standing there while did all the work." He smirked, raising a challenging eyebrow. "Ignoring the aghast look on his friends face, he happily dove into the bag a second time and pulled out a large piece, shoving the entire thing into his mouth.

Jimmy:

Gaping at the pathetic bit of bread, Jimmy exclaimed, "Heeeeey!" Making a dive for the bag, he rose his own challenging eyebrow as the boy not only withdrew it, but stuffed his mouth with more bread."Oh. Its ON now, dreads!" Scooping the boy right off his feet, Jimmy threw him over his shoulder and grinned as he got a facefull of perky ass." I don't know which to enjoy; the bread, or the buns."

Lyric:

Lyric giggled, flailing his legs and trying to wiggle his way back down. "Stop it!" he whined, shimming his way left and right. But Jimmy kept right on walking the last block until they were in his own driveway.

Lyric wiggled his hips again. "Just take it, take it!" he wailed, shaking the bag before laughing heartily at the double entendre.

Jimmy:

Jimmy chuckled and paused outside of the doorway."Don't mind if I do." With a swift smack to the boy's rear, Jimmy put Lyric down and tore inside the house, cackling. During the madness, he'd secured the bread and was trying to cram it in his mouth before Lyric retaliated and stole it back. He wasn't sure why this was so much fun, but it was. Hanging out with Lyric involved very little effort. Jimmy found he could be himself much of the time, and that was nice. It was a relief not having to be a hard-up player around his best friend.

Lyric:

"You bastard!" Lyric bolted after Jim, circling the dining room twice before finally catching up with him in the kitchen. Each boy stood, one on each side of the island, each intent on being named victorious in this battle. The last hunk of bread sat nestled in his friend's hand, his mouth too full to fit it.

Lyric narrowed his eyes and raised that signature brow.

"Think wisely, little man.." He warned, slowly circling around the oval counter. "You don't want to do this. Hand over... the bread." his hand outstretched over the centerpiece.

Jimmy:

Easily slinking round the opposite end of the table, matching the boy step for step, Jimmy smiled and dangled the bread tauntingly, "E'll do eff. Waff me." With green eyes twinkling in mischief, Jimmy unzipped his jeans and made to stuff the bread in his orange boxer-briefs.

Lyric:

Lyric gasped. "You wouldn't!" He would. Lyric spun swiftly, dodging around a tall stool and slipping between the cracks of the mid island breakaway, sliding across the floor on his jeans as if heading to home plate.

It was all very slow motion-like.

Just as he narrowed in on his goal, Jimmy pull his boxers out and released the dangling morsel from between his fingers, where it fell to its death beneath the sweet orangey goodness.

Lyric frowned, situated on his knees in front of his friend, and mourned the passing of the tasty treat.

"Ass..."

Jimmy:

Finally managing to chew his mouthful, Jimmy swallowed and licked the corner of his upper lip, much like a satisfied dog would do. Sniggering at the boy's amusing antics, he kept his boxers held out and shifted his hips forward. What with Lyric's position on his knees, the teasing thoughts just came too easy."5 second rule applies. If you really want it , that is."

Lyric:

Lyric rolled his eyes and rolled back onto his heels before standing and clapping his friend hard on the back. "Yeah, you do that. Enjoy!" He chided, gently pushing his shoulder before retreating to the fridge.

He rummaged around in the contents before smirking at his friend and pulling out a bag identical to the one in Jimmy's hand.

"Gordon went yesterday. He left me a loaf last night." Slamming the fridge, he leaned back against the counter and idly helped himself to a large bite, smiling in amusement at Jimmy's predicament.

"Might wanna dust that off first."

Jimmy:

Wrinkling his nose, Jimmy tutted and plucked the bread from his boxers. It actually hadn't gotten too far down. Eyeing it for a second, he shrugged and popped it in his mouth. Honestly, he'd had far worse things in his mouth. Hoisting himself up onto the counter, he dangled his feet as he took a sip of his soda he'd left in there earlier."So, jerk face, are we gonna do your bed later or what?"

Lyric:

His jaw gaping own, half chewed food saying hello, Lyric ogled his best friend in amazement.

"You're a braver man that I, Jimmy." He chuckled, taking another bite of the non tainted loaf. He held it tighter to his body, afraid Jimmy might still come after it.

"Yeah yeah." he relented, sighing at the bread in his hand before tossing it on the counter. He'd eat it later, that is, if Jimmy didn't snatch it. Either way, he was done.

Why were things always so much more fun when Jimmy was involved?

"Come on, might as well get it over with." After snagging a chug of his friend's soda, he grabbed Jim's jeans and slid him across the counter to the edge with ease. "Move it ass lips. I ain't got all day. Well, actually, I do, but I don't wanna spend it playing Susie Homemaker."

Trudging up the steps, he slid back into his bedroom and sighed. "Now... to find that bag..."

Jimmy:

Flashing a grin, Jimmy drummed his fingers on the can as his heels thumped out a beat on the cabinet doors below. Seeing the bread abandoned, he was about to make a grab for it when his friend hauled him away from the tasty snack. Pouting, he whined a little but slid off the counter and followed the boy up the steps. "Well, what DO you wanna play? Susie Home wrecker? Perhaps a little Susie Ball-licker?" Snickering at his own cleverness, he almost lost his footing. Recovering easily enough, he hopped up the last few steps."I thought Gordon brought it up earlier. Remember? The mortification? The eminent death by matriarch?"

Lyric:

"I swear, you've got a one track mind. Not that bag Jimmy!" He scoffed, thumping his friend in the head. "The bag with the sheets. I have no idea where that went to..." he trailed off, lifting a heavy down blanket off the floor to look beneath it, failing that, shaking it out.

Coming up with nothing, he haphazardly threw the blanket down and planted his hands on his hips, looking around like he was lost.

"I really need a maid... Hey Jay, how would you like to be the proud owner of a nice, shiny new nickel??" he grinned, fishing around in his tight pocket for some change. All that came up were penny's.

"Well... penny for your thoughts?" He shrugged, holding it out.

Jimmy:

Jimmy stared blankly at the boy."....WHY am I friends with you again, you corny cad?" Grabbing the pennies, he stuffed them in his pocket and went rooting haphazardly through bags, piling the searched ones in a far corner.

Knee-deep in clothes, shoes and other items, Jimmy straightened with a triumphant grin."AHA! Found the little fucker!" Holding out the package, he beamed like an expectant puppy, waiting to be praised.

Lyric:

Lyric beamed brightly, his eyes scrunching up. "Because you love me."

While Jimmy searched through his room for the missing bag, Lyric collapsed onto his own double bed and kicked off his shoes, intentionally tossing them into the pile the brunette was currently sifting through.

Moments later, he emerged triumphant, the package held high above his head.

"Cheap labor is so awesome." he giggled, fiddling with his nails. "I wonder how much I could buy you off Liam for. Maybe I'll use that dildo to barter." He smirked, eyeing his friend casually. "Unless you want it, that is."

Jimmy:

Jimmy pursed his lips and scowled as he hugged the package. Sticking out his tongue, he unzipped the bag, "As if Liam would give me up just for a vibrator. He's already got, like, three. I, on the other hand, am unique and irreplaceable. " Dumping the sheets on the bed, he smirked as he caught the boy's gaze. "But I'll take it, sure. Does it come with its precious owner?"

Lyric:

"Mr. Unique? You do realize there's two of you, right?" He asked incredulously, unable to hide the hint of laughter from his voice. "Now me, there's four of me. I'm as cheap as they come." he shrugged, fighting back a yawn.

Perhaps falling into bed was a bad idea.

"You know where the guest room is. Get to work." he waved a hand toward his door divisively, closing his eyes and hiding his face, including his coy smile, behind his pillow.

Jimmy:

His jaw dropping in mock outrage, Jimmy tossed the sheets aside and clambered on the bed. Straddling the boy, he pried that arm away and glowered playfully down at his friend."Ohhh no you don't! You're not sticking me with making up beds for Goldilocks and the two Dreads!"

Lyric:

He'd be lying if he'd say that he hadn't expected this on some level. It was Jimmy after all, but with his arm torn away and his friend straddling his hips, Lyric found himself trapped in quite the predicament.

His mind flashed back to just before his ass hit the ground and he visibly winced.

"Ow..." he whined through his giggles. "Jiiiimmy! My ass still hurts from when you dropped me. Stop it." He pleaded, going all doe eyed on the boy.

Jimmy:

Blinking, Jimmy scowled, "I'm not even touching your ass." Wiggling about, he pinned the boy's wrists above his head."Now stop making excuses and help me. You're not putting all of the responsibility on ME and me alone."

Lyric:

How daft could a guy get? He checked the urge to roll his eyes and tried to slowly explain how Jimmy's bony ass hips were pressing his ass into the mattress, but he was cut off mid sentence by the boy pinning his arms above his head and wiggling about.

Lyric inhaled sharply, feeling a tingling in his groin once again due to Jimmy's bubbly rocking. Firmly pinned beneath his friend, arms held in place and nowhere to run, Lyric bit his lip as his eyes involuntarily slid shut.

"Shit, stop." He whined, all playfulness retreating from his voice as it became deeper and huskier. Glancing back up at his friend through hooded eyes, he licked his lips and breathed deeply, struggling to calm himself and will his erection away before Jim noticed.

Jimmy:

A bit thrown off by the boy's sudden change in mood, Jimmy could only stare as a perfectly cute flush pinked his friend's cheeks. His stomach filling with butterflies as he was fixed with that fierce hazelnut gaze, he licked his lips anxiously. "Lyric...."

He had no idea what he was about to say. It was something of a moot point, in retrospect. For just as the name bubbled out, his lips were ghosting over Lyric's. It was a chaste, searching sort of kiss. Seeing the boy not resisting, his craving got the best of him and he was demanding a juicy kiss from his friend's lips.

Lyric:

He swore, he felt his heart completely skip a beat and lay useless in his chest for several moments before going into overdrive. His eyes burst open wide, before silkily sliding shut once more. The caress of Jimmy's lips against his own was enough to render him breathless, but he pushed past that needless sensation for the moment and hungrily accepted the tentative kiss.

If his mind had been functioning properly, he would have questioned as to why Jim was suddenly straddling him, their chests so close and their lips connected. This was his best friend of ten years and never before had they ventured into such unknown territory with one another.

He found himself uncaring, caught in the moment as his delicately slid his tongue against Jim's plush, lower lip; tasting the sweetness of the bread and smiling inwardly.

'So this is what I've been daydreaming about

Jimmy:

Jimmy was mildly surprised that Lyric wasn't fighting this. In fact, he was participating quite enthusiastically. Never one to do things half-assed, or hold back once he got started, Jimmy clasped the boy's wrists beneath one hand, freeing the other to slip beneath Lyric's shirt. Fingertips traced that intriguing tattoo, feeling along the raised flesh lightly as he parted his lips, eagerly welcoming Lyric's tongue with his own.

Lyric:

His tongue made quick to move upon entry, seeking Jimmy's tongue and caressing it smoothly with his own. Completely lost in the passion of the moment, craving more.

His urges were answered as those familiar hands slid beneath his tight shirt, fumbling around on uncharted land. Those warm fingers quickly found the treasure they sought, and Lyric couldn't help but smirk through the kiss as Jimmy's grazed over his tattoos.

Turning his head ever so slightly to break the kiss long enough to speak, he whispered, "Just remove the damned thing."

Why he was being so bold, so brass (forgive the pun) was beyond him. He knew he should be fearful of the unknown and who his current partner was, but all cared about was that the man above him was uniquely beautiful, no matter how similar he and his brother looked, and he and Jim shared such a tight knit history that he knew he wouldn't have been as comfortable had it been someone else.

Jimmy:

Smirking at the husky demand, Jimmy knew this was the right thing to do. This wasn't some fragile little bird. This was Lyric, his best friend, his cherished one, his favorite person outside of Liam. Sitting up a bit, he swiftly yanked off the boy's shirt, unconsciously gentle with those tender dreads. He was gentle NOW, so he could be rough later.

Looking down at the yummy treat spread out beneath him, Jimmy groaned as his green eyes filled with want. Leaning in, he kissed the boy fiercely before his lips kissed down that wonderful body. Time to satisfy a long-time desire.

With great care and need, Jimmy brushed his lips down Lyric's wispy tattoo, making his way south. Tugging down the boy's jeans, he exhaled against the damp skin before he swept his tongue across that star.

Lyric:

Lyric had always been the man in every relationship he'd ever had, and rightfully so. He did have the cock after all. So, to have someone take control over him, treating him as the sexual conquest rather than waiting for him to make his moves to curl their toes, was exhilarating.

He writhed beneath Jimmy's sensual caresses, his skin flaming beneath each individual fingertip as they traveled down his body, his lips following after.

Now, in bed? Lyric was always the strong, silent type. Very rarely would he utter so much as a squeak beneath the sheets. He just never felt the need nor the urge.

But now, without so much as a brush of attention against his pulsating erection, he found himself biting his lip and breathing hard to silence himself. It would figure, that good old Jimmy's would know the ins and outs of him so well.

Even Lyric didn't know himself that well.

The rough sensation of the boy's rough, wet tongue sliding across the strategically placed body art sent a shiver down his spine. Unable to move, unable to function, he simply whimpered audibly.

"Shit..."

Jimmy:

More than satisfied at the faint noise he'd coaxed from his friend, Jimmy kissed each point of the star before he nipped at the center. Curling his fingers over the boy's narrow hips, he squeezed and lifted, easily maneuvering Lyric's jeans down bit by bit. Brushing his face across the soft skin of Lyric's pelvis as he moved down, he moaned softly as he pressed a kiss against the glaringly obvious bulge.

Unlike his best friend, Jimmy was proudly very vocal. What was the fun of a romp if you couldn't be as wild and relaxed as you wanted?

Lyric:

Closer and closer, nearer and nearer Jimmy sank, his slender fingers gripping the thin flesh covering Lyric's hips before tugging insistently on his leggings. His body moved on autopilot, his ass raising from the mattress of its own accord as if it knew what to do.

Before he knew it, the waist of his skin tight jeans were now mid thigh and the tenor of Jimmy's voice was vibrating through his cock. Chancing a look, he raised his head to see just as Jim's lips connected with the sensitive prick, his hips bucking against his will.

"Unh..."

Lyric's mouth fell agape, a gasp of air hissing between his lips with every breath.

"Fuck... why haven't we done this before?" Another whimper spilled forth and Lyric's head fell back against the pillow, his body no longer under his control.

Jimmy:

Chuckling deeply, Jimmy pushed down Lyric's briefs and wrapped his slightly calloused fingers round the boy's shaft, squeezing gently."Because, I BELIEVE you were into girls." Watching as a pearly pool developed on the tip, his green eyes glistened before he wrapped his lips eagerly over the head and sucked. "Mmmmmf."

Lyric:

"I-I am..."he gasped, his chest heaving as Jimmy toyed with him, pulling him free from the uncomfortably tight restraints of his burgundy briefs. The boy could manipulate his body in so many ways it seemed, and learning each new direction this boy could take him was exciting.

"Fuck...I love pussy." he shook his head, swallowing hard just as Jimmy slid him into his mouth."Unh...mmm, but you're not just anyone. You're the only one." Stars twinkled behind his eyes and he found his teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he fought against his quickly approaching orgasm. Should he not succeed in fighting it off, it'd be his quickest time yet.

Jimmy:

Jimmy chuckled around the throbbing erection. Lyric's adamance was so adorable. Not that Jimmy was into labels or stereotypes either. He did what he pleased, when he pleased. Most called that selfish, Jimmy called it living life to the fullest.

Pulling off as Lyric spoke, Jimmy smiled and, though he'd never admit it, even under penalty of DEATH, his heart gave a bit of a flutter. Licking his lips, he rewarded Lyric's sweet words and even sweeter expressions by swallowing the boy whole.

Lyric:

As much as Lyric hated to think it, he was grateful for the brief interlude as Jim released the death grip his mouth had around his pulsating dick. He took the moment, no matter how quick, to regain his composure... before damn near losing it entirely when the tight suction not only returned, but slid down the complete entirety of his length.

"Holy fuck!" His eyes shot open wide, the stars that twinkled behind them remaining in his vision as his body jerked; his hips bucking repeatedly into Jim's blissfully tight mouth.

He would be a changed man after this.

Fighting against his restraints, he freed a hand and it instantly gravitated down to grip the shorted tuffs of hair behind his best friend's expertly bobbing head.

"Mmmm" Lyric keened, his own tongue slinking out to rewet his lips as his breathing quickened even more. "Oh god... Jay...unh!"

Jimmy:

Those sweet noises were getting to him. Shifting in between the boy's thighs, Jimmy hummed around the slick member in his mouth and quickened his pace. He could feel every throb and twitch, letting him know how much Lyric was enjoying himself. He had to wonder...what changed? Why did the boy all of a sudden decide he wanted Jimmy to do this to him? Well, that was a matter for later. First things first.

Flickering dark green eyes up, Jimmy watched his sweet friend writhe about in pleasure, looking so.... delicious.

Lyric:

Now, normally at about this point, in this situation, Lyric would already know if he was expected to lay back and enjoy the ride all the way through, or if he was expected the give a warning and pull out at the last possible second.

However, this wasn't the case.

"Jimmy...?" Lyric gasped, his fingers swirling through his hair at the back of his head, guiding him, when little guidance was needed really. His hips jerked up and he fought to still them, easing the assault on his best friend's throat. ""Fuck that's amazing... mmm!" His mind spun, rendering him nearly incapable of lucid thought.

With his free arm, he raised himself up off the bed and gazed down at the boy's actions, meeting that smoldering emerald gaze mid-deep throat.

"Unh, Jimmy! Fuck, that's good and mmm..." He shook his head to reorder his thoughts as that tightness in his belly wound even tighter, sending lightning through his limbs.

"Close..."

Jimmy:

Smiling around his mouthful, Jimmy bobbed faster, relaxing his throat so the boy's sudden hip jerks wouldn't hurt him. By his insistent movements, it was obvious he had no intention of pulling off until his friend was COMPLETELY satisfied."Mmmmmnn. "

Lyric:

Both hands migrated back down to Jim's head, fingers weaving and grasping tightly at the short tuffs as he writhed beneath, his pleasurable sighs growing louder and gruffer.

If it weren't for that fact that his mouth was already in great use, Lyric wished he could breath those sighs into the boy's mouth as his own tongue worked its magic there.

Lyric's thighs began to shake, his gripping and tugging becoming more earnest as the tightness became unbearable in his groin; building to an ultimate release until...

"UNH!! OH MNFF!" Lyric cried out, his hips thrusting upward one last time as his cock twitched erratically inside Jimmy's mouth; his seed spilling out with fever repeatedly across that amazing tongue. Lyric fell limp, his hands falling uselessly to his sides as his chest rose and fell with a desperate need for oxygen. His eyes blinked rapidly, fighting to see through the explosion of stars, to see the man at his waist.

"Oh my god..." He ran his hands through his hair, wiping a thick sheen of sweat from his brow and sighed contently, his body still tingling uselessly from the overpowering orgasm.

But as the orgasmic high filtered off, reality sank in and his stomach knotted.

Jimmy, his best friend, had just sucked him off... and he'd loved every second of it.

Jimmy:

Eyelashes fluttered as he felt the boy tense, tangy cum splashing over his tongue. Moaning, Jimmy swallowed down the generous load, reaching up to stroke the base of the boy's shaft, milking every little bit. Pulling off with a wet pop!, he squeezed one last time and licked off the last drop. Smiling, he licked his lips before kissing Lyric's hip. Sitting up, he ruffled his hair, chuckling huskily from the mess his friend had made it. "You ok?"

Lyric:

Lyric nodded slowly, his chest still heaving from exertion. Who knew oral sex could ever be that good. Leave it to the gays to conquer that.

A giddy smile crept over his lips as his face flushed from embarrassment, his hands quickly flying to cover his rosy cheeks. Still high from the sexual adrenaline, he lowered a hand to tuck himself back into his briefs and awkwardly slid them back over his hips, leaving the fly undone as he took in a deep, steadying breath.

What to do now? What to say? He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed himself and that he liked Jimmy. He couldn't like to his best friend.

At the same time, he wanted to. Because he was straight. But lying to him would mean that he had used him and under no circumstances did he want Jim thinking that.

Instead, his reply came out a hoarse whisper. "You ok?"

Jimmy:

His smile faltering ever so slightly at the long absence of speech, Jimmy rubbed his thighs, trying to calm his heartbeat. Sitting back on his legs, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

This could possibly make or break their friendship. Until he knew what Lyric wanted this to mean, he'd do his best to do damage control. Moistening his swollen lips, he offered a smile and nodded."Course I'm ok. " Leaning forward, he gingerly toyed with a bit of frayed thread on Lyric's jeans."Did you...enjoy yourself?"

Lyric:

Ever so slowly, Lyric's hand moved away from his face, revealing that arched eyebrow as if to say, 'are you fucking kidding me??'

"Yeeeeah...?" he drawled out, his voice rising an octave at the end in a 'duh' sound. He cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up, his fingers fumbling at his zipper until he succeeded in closing and buttoning the fly.

"That was... I mean we..." he faltered, clearing his throat yet again. He too rubbed anxiously at the back of his neck and was looked to his friend with doe eyes... just as his door opened. Lyric jumped, visibly shaken by the unexpected intrusion.

"Everything alright in here?" Simone asked cautiously, feeling the tension in the air.

"Y-yeah mom. We're find." he smiled wryly and bent over, suddenly busying himself with picking up bags and trash off the floor. The need for a clean floor was suddenly overwhelming.

"Ok." She studied both the boys for a moment, trying to get a feel, for what she wasn't sure. "Ok, if you say so. Listen, Gordon is going to be home soon. He stopped and got take out. You staying for dinner, Jimmy?"

Lyric swallowed harshly, his hands freezing mid air as he reached for belt buckle laying amongst the debris.

Jimmy:

Jimmy chuckled, feeling a bit relieved that Lyric wasn't regretting what they'd done already. Well, he'd thought that until the boy started falling over his words. Sighing, he glanced over his shoulder as Lyric's mother came in the room. Wow, he SO didn't miss randomly-bursting-in adults.

Catching the tension in his friend's posture, Jimmy sighed to himself and shook his head, putting on his best mom-friendly smile, "Nah. I gotta get home. It's my turn to make dinner. Thanks though Mrs. B."

Standing up once he was sure his erection had diminished, Jimmy gave a parting wave, his green gaze lingering perhaps a moment too long on his friend."Cya Lyr."

Lyric:

"Uh yeah... See ya." He replied quietly, watching nervously as the older boy left. Simone watched after him, only turning back to face her son once Jimmy had gone back down the stairs.

"You sure everything is ok?" Lyric sighed and laid back down on the bed, rubbing furiously at his eyes, not caring if he smudged his liner.

"Yeah mom. Just peachy."