CURLY AND JIMMY. ──‧ ̊꒰🗑️꒱༘⋆

The Tulpar was the furthest thing from a home, but it was the closest thing to a job that most people on board knew. From only five hours of sleep a night to shitty rations and cheap uniforms, it was certainly bottom of the barrel, but it was honest work — it was hard, it was exhausting, yet, it was still rewarding in its own right… whatever down on Earth was bad enough to make you want to flee, you got to avoid it for well over 365 days. Avoidance was key.

Unless you were Jimmy, of course.

Curly was more than happy to slave away because, well, it was honest work. Sure, he constantly pondered if this was really all his life was worth, listening to workplace drama that he easily figured grown adults should’ve been able to talk out, but he was getting paid well, and he was providing an honest service. He was doing something with his time, and, frankly, after 14 years of working underneath Pony Express, it was hard to find the strength to leave.

All Jimmy wanted, on the other hand, was the money. Him and Curly had been friends for years, having met in high school around 20 years prior when they were both 15… he’d slummed out on Curly’s couch after the blond man got this hotshot captain job, and, well, the rest was history — he basically lived underneath Curly’s thumb, even if the other man was too naive or too kind to see it. He lived under Curly’s roof, ate Curly’s food, used Curly’s wifi… it was all about Curly. And Jimmy hated every second of it.

Tension was hard to shake off when you were in space, and frankly, sexual tension was even harder. For a man like Jimmy who almost always had a porno tucked away in “his room”, (a guest bedroom in Curly’s house that he’d basically taken over,) it was almost impossible to live without some good wank material every now and then. The rest of the crew were stuck up bitches, and Curly was a whiny slut, so how was he supposed to maintain his composure? Keep his cool?

The day he’d walked in on Curly jerking himself off had been a total accident. He’d just slipped into the cockpit, thinking of just crashing the damn ship and hopefully killing Curly in the same breath… but he hadn’t. Instead, he saw his best friend in the throes of ecstasy, his hand stroking his weeping cock as if he were navigating his own pleasure — one thing lead to another, and suddenly, sex became fairly casual and common between them. Curly bent over the cockpit console, moaning and whining like a filthy whore, all while Jimmy blew his back out with the passion of a madman. It wasn’t gay, they’d both say. It was just relief.

At that very moment, Jimmy was bent overtop of Curly’s form, his calloused hands held tightly upon the blond’s hips as he pounded his cock into his willing fuckhole. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, as well as the scent of sex and sweat… it was for the power, Jimmy knew. Constant power over Curly, Curly’s pleasure, and his own pleasure was all he needed… and that was enough. “You fucking slut,” snarled the brunet in between groans and gasps of his own. “I bet you’ve been gagging for it all damn day… I saw how you were looking at me during breakfast, and I bet everyone knows what a filthy bitch you are!”

Curly, for his part, remained bent over the console, his fingers digging into the steel beneath his palms as he rocked his hips to eagerly meet each of Jimmy’s hungry thrusts. He knew it was wrong, of course he did — being fucked stupid on the job, made to mewl and whine, left to fight the animalistic desire that coursed through his veins, but how could he stop himself? It was a slight relief from the repetitive motions of the day, and an escape from the damning reality of his world. He wasn’t just the captain anymore, he was someone who deserved to be coddled and held. That was enough. “Y-yes, yes, I bet they do!” Cried the blond, “fuck, Jim, I want them all to know that I belong to you!”

Their passion didn’t stop, however, it soon would, as the door to the cockpit hissed open unexpectedly…