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pairing — the usos x fem!reader
word count — 18.6k
summary — after finally crossing that last line between them, things between jimmy and jey quickly fall apart. can the three of you find your way back to each other before its too late?
warnings (please read) — dom!jimmy, switch!reader, sub!jey, lots of angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of blowjobs, humiliation/degradation, threesome, marking, slight daddy kink, praise, insecurity, unprotected sex, begging, bad communication, usocest, aftercare
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Jey had been down on his knees for a while now.
Long enough that the carpet had started to burn in thin, hot lines through the fabric of his joggers, the fibers digging into his skin every time he shifted. Long enough that the dull ache in his thighs had become something he barely noticed anymore.
Usually that feeling grounded him. Usually it made him feel calm, settled, like his body finally understood what it was for.
But tonight it was just noise. Everything was noise except for the slow, steady drag of your fingers through his hair and the solid, unmoving press of Jimmy’s thigh against his cheek.
He kept his face tucked in close, nose brushing the inside seam of Jimmy’s sweats. The fabric was warm from his brother’s body heat, stretched tight over his thick muscle. Every small shift Jimmy made– even just adjusting how he sat on the couch– sent a subtle flex against Jey’s cheek.
It wasn’t a hand. There was no palm resting on his head. No fingers threaded through his curls. No grip at the nape of his neck like there usually was when he was like this. There was just the passive, heavy presence of Jimmy’s leg and the quiet understanding that his twin wasn’t reaching for him.
That part sat wrong in Jey’s chest.
But he pressed his cheek harder into Jimmy’s thigh anyway, like he could pull more contact out of it if he tried hard enough. The warmth seeped into his skin. Underneath the clean smell of detergent, he could catch faint traces of Jimmy himself. That familiar, lived-in scent that had always meant safety and control and home.
Jey’s nose brushed the fabric again and he had to fight not to turn his head and just bury his face there. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. Wanted to nuzzle in deep until he couldn’t smell anything else. Wanted to open his mouth and press it against the fabric and just breathe him in until the noise in his head finally shut the fuck up.
But he didn’t.
He stayed right where he was. Cheek mashed obediently to Jimmy’s thigh, eyes half-lidded, while your fingers kept moving slow and gentle through his hair.
Your touch was soft. Sweet. The kind of petting that would typically make his shoulders drop and his mind go quiet. And it felt good. It did. The slow drag of your nails over his scalp sent little shivers down the back of his neck. But it wasn’t enough to drown out the louder, more uncomfortable feeling sitting in his chest.
He’s not even really touchin’ me.
Not even a little.
The thought sat heavy behind his ribs. Every other time he had been down like this, Jimmy’s hands were on him. Pulling his hair, hands around his neck, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.
That was how it had been. How it always was. Jimmy took. Jimmy claimed. Jimmy didn’t hesitate.
But ever since last night, something had shifted. Jimmy had been careful in the bath. Careful with his hands, with his words. It was like he was scared of pushing too far. Like he was keeping space between them on purpose.
Jey hated it.
He didn’t want careful. He wanted his twin. The real one. The one who didn’t second guess himself when it came to Jey. The one who pushed and took and reminded him that he belonged here. That he wasn’t temporary. That he didn’t have to keep running from what he wanted.
But right now Jimmy was holding back, and it was making Jey’s skin feel too tight. His body ached in a way that had nothing to do with how long he’d been kneeling. He wanted Jimmy to stop worrying. Wanted him to stop treating him like he might break. He wanted things to feel normal again. Or at least the kind of normal they had been building toward.
I just wanna be good.
That was the clearest thing in his head tonight. He wanted to make Jimmy happy. He didn’t want to be the reason his brother looked so tense.
His fingers curled against his own thighs and he closed his eyes for a second. He let out a quiet, shaky breath and nuzzled in a bit deeper, trying to soak up whatever warmth he could get.
Just touch me.
The words looped quiet and desperate in the back of his mind.
But he didn’t say it out loud. He never did.
A few minutes passed. The movie kept playing, loud and forgettable. Jey could feel the tension in his own shoulders. Felt the way his fingers kept flexing against his thighs like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to reach up and hold onto something. Wanted to wrap his arms around Jimmy’s leg and just stay there. But he stayed still. Obedient. Good.
Then Jimmy moved.
It was casual, just a stretch. He lifted both arms and draped them along the back of the couch, one settling behind you. The shift made his thigh flex under Jey’s cheek, and for a second Jey’s heart dropped. Maybe Jimmy’s hand would drop down onto him.
It didn’t.
Jimmy’s arm stayed behind you, resting along the back of the couch like it belonged there. His other arm stretched out in the opposite direction. He didn’t touch Jey at all.
He felt the disappointment settle low in his stomach before he could stop it.
You leaned into Jimmy a little more, settling against his side. At the same time, your hand slipped from Jey’s hair and slid down to cup the side of his face instead. Your palm was warm against his cheek, thumb brushing slow, gentle strokes through his beard.
It felt good, in a way. Your touch was soft and steady, but it made the absence of Jimmy’s hands even more obvious. Now he could feel the contrast even more clearly– one side of him being petted, the other side pressed against Jimmy but not held by him.
Jey’s eyes stayed half-lidded. He didn’t move. Didn’t lean into your hand or pull away from Jimmy’s thigh. He just stayed there, caught between the two of you, while the movie kept playing.
He still ain’t gonna touch me.
The thought sat heavy and unwelcome. Jey swallowed, his throat working against nothing. He could feel the warmth of Jimmy’s leg against his cheek, could smell him there, but it wasn’t enough. Not when he knew what it felt like when Jimmy actually touched him. Not when he could still remember the weight of his brother’s hands on him from last night.
He could still feel it. The thick, heavy stretch of Jimmy’s cock in his throat. How it had forced his jaw wide and made his eyes water. He could hear the wet, filthy sounds his own throat had made every time Jimmy pushed in deep. How he’d gagged around it, spit and cum spilling down his chin while you rode him at the same time.
Your voice had been right there in his ear the whole time, soft and coaxing.
You want it, don’t you?
Show Daddy how bad you want it.
He had wanted it. He’d wanted it so bad it made his stomach twist just remembering. And when Jimmy finally came, thick and hot and endless down his throat, Jey had swallowed like he was starving for it. He could still remember the taste. Bitter and salty and unmistakably Jimmy.
He could still feel how warm it had been sliding down his throat, how it had coated his tongue and the back of his mouth. He could still see the way Jimmy had looked down at him when he came– eyes dark, jaw tight. Like he was finally giving in to something he’d been holding back from for too long.
Jey’s chest ached.
He thought he was making Jimmy happy. Thought he was giving his brother something he wanted. Thought that for once, he wasn’t the one being difficult or too much or too needy. He’d been good. He’d taken it. He’d swallowed every drop and let Jimmy use his throat until he was shaking.
So why’s he act like he regrets it?
Jey could feel the hesitation coming off him. The way he kept his hands to himself. The way he hadn’t touched Jey once since they sat down. How he’d been so careful last night, washing his hair like he was something delicate, and not the same person he’d just fucked raw a few minutes earlier.
It don’t make sense.
Jey’s throat worked as he swallowed, his cheek still pressed to Jimmy’s thigh. Somehow his scent grew stronger. Right now, it was just making the confusion worse.
Had he done something wrong? Had he not been good enough? Had Jimmy seen how much Jey wanted it and decided it was too much? That Jey was too much?
The thought made his stomach turn.
Your thumb stroked along his beard again, and Jey leaned into your touch without thinking. His eyes stayed heavy, staring at nothing while his mind kept spinning,
Did I fuck it up? Did I make it weird? He really don’t want me like that no more?
He was trying to stay still, trying to be good, but his body was starting to betray him. He could feel the heat crawling up the back of his neck, the way his stomach kept flipping every time he thought about how close Jimmy was and how he still wasn’t reaching for him.
Jey’s brows pulled together as he stared up at his brother’s face. Jimmy wasn’t even looking at him. His eyes were on the TV like the movie actually mattered. Like Jey wasn’t right there on his knees between his legs, practically begging without even saying a word.
Jey’s chest ached harder.
Jey shifted again, this time more obviously. He moved so more of his weight was leaning into Jimmy’s leg, nuzzling in deeper. A small, broken sound slipped out of him before he could stop it. It wasn’t quite a whimper, but close.
His hand twitched, wanting to reach up and grab onto something, but he didn’t. He just stayed there, eyes locked on to his twin’s face like he could will him to look at him.
Jimmy’s gaze finally flicked down.
For a second, their eyes met. Jey’s stomach flipped hard. He made another small noise, softer this time. It was almost hopeful. His brows drew in tighter, pleading without words.
Please.
Jimmy stared at him for a moment. His brows furrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure something out. Then his eyes slid away from Jey’s face and over to you instead.
“I think he’s gettin’ a little needy,” Jimmy said. “Why don’t you hold him for a bit?”
Jey’s stomach dropped so fast it made him feel sick.
The words hit him like a slap in the face. He didn’t move at first but something in his expression cracked wide open– brows pulling in hard, lips pressing together, trying to keep something from spilling out. His eyes stayed on Jimmy’s face for another second, glassy and hurt, before finally looking away.
He don’t want me.
The thought landed heavy and ugly in his chest. Jey’s fingers curled tighter into the fabric of his own sweats, knuckles going white as he clutched the material. His chest felt too tight. His throat burned. He tried to swallow it down, tried to stay quiet like he was supposed to, but a small, shaky sniffle slipped out before he could stop it.
Jey hated how pathetic it sounded.
His face scrunched harder as he pressed his face deeper into Jimmy’s thigh, trying to hide the way his eyes were starting to sting. Another quiet sniffle escaped him, this one wetter than the last.
He hated that too. Hated how easily his body betrayed him when he was like this. Hated that he couldn’t just keep it together. How it always seemed to be easier for everyone else.
I can’t do nothin’ right. He just gon’ pass me around. Can’t even be good enough for him.
Jey’s grip on his sweats tightened until his hands were shaking. His shoulders curled in on themselves as another shaky breath left him, this one catching halfway through.
He didn’t want to cry. Not here. Not like this. But the longer Jimmy stayed quiet and distant, the harder it was to keep everything locked down.
He sniffled again, softer this time, and nuzzled again against Jimmy’s leg like he could disappear into it. His fingers stayed clenched tight in his own clothes, holding on for dear life while your hand continued to stroke gently through his beard.
Jey felt you shift beside him, your hand sliding up from his beard into his hair again. Your fingers moved slow and gentle through the curls at the nape of his neck, scratching lightly at his scalp in that way that usually helped him calm down.
But even that wasn’t enough right now.
Not when Jimmy still wasn’t touching him. Not when his brother had just looked at him and decided someone else should handle him instead.
“Hey, pretty boy,” your voice was soft, warm. The way it always got when you were trying to soothe him. “Come here, baby.”
Jey didn’t move at first. His body felt heavy. It took too much effort to even lift his head. But when your hand gave his hair a gentle tug, he let himself be guided. He shifted on his knees, clumsy and slow, and crawled the short distance into your lap.
It was awkward.
He was too big for this. Too broad. But he didn’t care. He curled into you anyway, one arm sliding around your waist as he tucked his face against your stomach.
He looked up at you with glassy eyes, lashes clumped together from the tears he was trying so hard not to let fall. His bottom lip trembled just slightly before he caught it between his teeth. He looked so fucking pitiful and he knew it. But he couldn’t help it. Everything felt too big in his chest right now.
Your hand came up to cup his face again, thumb brushing under his eye to catch a stray tear before it could fall. Then your fingers moved to scratch gently under his beard and Jey’s eyes fluttered. A small, broken sound slipped out of him as he leaned into the touch, chasing it like he needed it to breathe.
“There you go,” you murmured, voice low and sweet. Your nails dragged lightly along his jaw, scratching in slow, soothing circles. “That’s my good boy. You’re okay.”
Jey’s throat tightened.
Am I?
“You’re okay,” you said again, softer this time. Your fingers kept moving, gentle and patient. “We’ll always take care of you.”
We.
The word landed wrong in his chest. It was supposed to be comforting– and he knew that. You meant it to be kind. But all Jey could hear was the way it included Jimmy.
We’ll always take care of you.
Like Jimmy was still in this with him. Like his twin wasn’t sitting right there, keeping deliberate distance as if Jey was something to be ashamed of.
Jey’s eyes burned hotter. His fingers curled tighter into your shirt as another shaky breath left him. He wanted to believe you. He wanted to believe that nothing had changed. But it had changed. Jimmy was different now. And it was making Jey feel like he’d done something wrong just by wanting what they’d done last night.
You leaned forward then, and Jey watched, helpless, as you pressed a soft kiss to Jimmy’s mouth. It was quick. Casual. Familiar. But it hit him like a punch anyway.
His stomach twisted hard.
Kiss me.
The thought came out of nowhere, raw and desperate. He wanted Jimmy to kiss him. Wanted his brother to lean down and press his mouth to his. Press it to his forehead or his temple or anywhere, just to prove that things were still okay. That he was still okay. That Jimmy still wanted him the way he used to.
But Jimmy didn’t move.
You pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Jey again. Your eyes were soft, warm, full of that sweetness that made him feel safe. You cupped his face with both hands now, thumbs stroking gently over his cheeks as you leaned in close.
“Nobody’s forgetting about you,” you whispered, voice quiet but certain. “You hear me?”
Jey’s breath caught.
But somebody is.
His eyes filled before he could stop them, vision blurring as fresh tears spilled over and slid down his cheeks. He tried to blink them away, tried to swallow the sob building in his throat, but it was too late. The words had already cracked something open inside him.
Jimmy already forgot ‘bout me.
He didn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t. But the thought sat there, loud and impossible to ignore. Jimmy was forgetting about him– or at least pulling away like he wanted to forget about Jey. And no matter how many times you said otherwise, Jey could feel it. He could feel the distance. The hesitation.
But you didn’t pull away from Jey. Instead, you leaned in even closer and pressed your lips to his. It wasn’t rushed. It was soft, slow, and lingering. The kind of kiss meant to comfort. Your mouth moved gently against his, warm and steady, trying to pour reassurance into him.
One of your hands stayed on his face while the other slid into his hair, holding him there. Jey’s eyes squeezed shut as another shaky breath left him. His chest was still aching. His mind was still spinning. And even with your mouth on his, all he could think about was how badly he wanted it to be Jimmy instead.
When you finally pulled back, your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, then wiped away a stray tear that had slipped down his cheek.
“I promise,” you whispered.
Jey didn’t answer.
He just stayed there, curled in your lap with his face pressed against your stomach now, while the movie kept playing and Jimmy’s arm stayed stretched along the back of the couch like he had no intention of reaching for him.
His fingers stayed clenched tight in your shirt. Another quiet sniffle slipped out of him, this one wetter than the last. Jey hated how easily he was falling apart. Hated that he couldn’t stop his thoughts from spinning.
The movie dragged on for another twenty minutes or so, but Jey hadn’t watched any of it. He stayed curled in your lap the whole time, face tucked against your stomach. Your fingers never stopped moving– slow strokes through his hair, gentle scratches along his scalp, the occasional soft brush of your thumb over his cheek.
By the time the credits started rolling, Jey still felt just as heavy as he had an hour ago. Maybe worse. His eyes were sore from holding back tears, and every time he thought about the way Jimmy had looked at him and then looked away, something in his stomach twisted all over again.
Then Jimmy moved.
It wasn’t much. Just a small shift, a low sound in the back of his throat like he was stretching out some stiffness. Jey’s head lifted slightly at the noise, eyes finding his brother without thinking. His chest tightened when Jimmy’s gaze finally dropped down to meet his for a second.
Jimmy didn’t say anything to him. Instead, he looked over at you, voice low and rough from sitting in silence for so long.
“You ready for bed?” he asked, eyes flicking between you and the TV. “Wanna go lay down?”
Jey’s stomach flipped hard.
Bed.
For a second, stupid, desperate hope flickered in his chest. Maybe this was it. Maybe Jimmy would actually reach for him now. Maybe they’d go lay down and Jimmy would pull him in close. Hand in his hair, body pressed against his. Maybe tonight could be different.
The thought made something in Jey’s chest loosen for the first time all night. But then reality hit him just as fast.
That ain’t what happens.
Jey’s fingers tightened in your shirt as the thought sank in. He didn’t sleep in the bed with the two of you. Not usually. He slept on the floor. On your side. In the dog beg you kept for him when he was deep in this headspace. That was the routine. That was what Jimmy expected. That was what he was supposed to do.
The hope that had flared up so quickly died just as fast, leaving something cold and heavy in its place.
You know it ain’t gonna be like that.
Jimmy didn’t want him. He wasn’t even looking at him anymore. He was talking to you. Making plans with you. And Jey was just… there. Waiting to be told where he was supposed to go. His throat burned as he dropped his gaze again, pressing his face back into your stomach like he could hide from the way his chest was starting to ache all over again.
So fucking stupid.
He could feel you shift slightly under him, your hand still moving through his hair. For a second, he let himself hope again. That same stupid, quiet hope that maybe you’d say something that would change things. Maybe you’d tell Jimmy that Jey should come to bed with you both. Hoped that maybe Jimmy would actually hold him this time.
“Yeah,” you said softly, voice warm and tired. “I’m ready.”
That was it. Just those three words. Jey didn’t move, but something in him curled tighter, like he was trying to make himself smaller. His grip on your shirt loosened just slightly as the realizations settled in.
Of course.
Of course you were ready for bed. Of course Jimmy was ready too. And of course Jey was going to end up exactly where he always did– on the floor. He didn’t even have it in him to be surprised anymore. He was just disappointed. And sad. And so fucking tired of feeling like he was on the outside of something he used to be a part of.
You gave his hair one last slow stroke before your hand slid down to cup the side of his face again, gently tilting his head up so he was looking at you.
“Pretty boy,” you murmured. “C’mon. Let’s get up.”
Jey didn’t answer. He just nodded once, small and quiet, and slowly pushed himself up off you. His legs felt still and heavy as he stood, and he kept one hand loosely fisted in the hem of your shirt. He wasn’t ready to let go completely. He didn’t look at Jimmy. He couldn’t. Not right now.
The three of you made your way down the hall in silence. Jimmy walked ahead, quiet and steady, while you stayed beside Jey with your arm around his waist. Jey kept his eyes on the floor the whole way there, his chest tight and his thoughts loud and messy.
By the time you reached the bedroom, Jey’s stomach was in knots all over again. He stood there in the doorway for a second, still holding onto your shirt, while Jimmy moved further into the room without a word.
His eyes stayed on the floor. The bedroom felt too quiet. Too still. He could hear Jimmy moving around on the other side of the room– the soft rustle of clothes, the low creak of the mattress as he sat down on the edge of the bed. But his brother still hadn’t looked at him again.
You turned toward him, one hand sliding up to cup the side of his face again. Your voice was soft when you spoke.
“You wanna get in your bed tonight?” you asked gently. “Or you wanna sleep with us?”
Jey felt that ache behind his ribs again. Jey didn’t want to be on the floor tonight. He didn’t want to be set aside. He shook his head once, not trusting his voice enough to speak.
Your expression softened even more. You didn’t push. You just nodded like you understood and reached for Jey’s hand instead, gently pulling him toward the bed. He followed without resistance, letting you guide him. His movements were slow, almost hesitant, like part of him still wasn’t sure he was actually allowed to be there. But when you climbed onto the mattress and tugged him with you, he went.
Jimmy was already settled on his side of the bed, back against the headboard, one arm resting behind his head. He didn’t say anything as you and Jey got in. He just watched for a second, then shifted to make room.
You ended up in the middle. Jey let you pull him in close until his back was pressed against your front, your arm draped over his waist. Behind you, Jimmy settled in, his body curving around yours. It was rare that Jey got to sleep in the bed with you two. It should’ve felt good. Warm. Safe. The three of you tucked together like this.
But it didn’t. Not really.
Jey could feel the heat of Jimmy’s body behind you, but that was it. There was no hand reaching over to touch him. No palm resting on his hip. There was just space. Just that same distance Jimmy had been keeping all day.
Jey stared at the wall in front of him, eyes glassy and tired. His chest felt tight again. He wanted to shift back. Wanted to press closer to you until he could feel Jimmy’s arm against his side too. But he didn’t. He stayed exactly where you put him, quiet and still, while the ache in his chest spread a little wider.
I just want him.
Jey’s fingers curled into the sheets in front of him. He blinked hard, trying to push back the fresh sting behind his eyes. He could feel your warm breath against the back of his neck. Could feel the solid weight of your arm around him. But it wasn’t enough to drown out the louder, more painful thought looping in his head.
Jimmy don’t want me no more. And it’s all my fault.
Jey stayed quiet. He didn’t say a word. He just laid there in the dark, pressed against you, and tried not to let the tears slip out.
Jimmy woke up first, like he usually did.
The room was still dim, the early morning light barely starting to creep in around the edges of the curtains. He was on his side, one arm draped over your waist. In front of you, Jey was curled up close.
For a few minutes, Jimmy didn’t move. He laid there, eyes half-open, staring at the back of Jey’s head. Staring at the way his curls were messy from sleep. At the slow, steady rise and fall of his shoulders. At the faint marks still visible on the side of his neck from a few nights ago– some from you, some from him.
His chest ached.
Fuck.
He’d been trying not to think about it too much yesterday. Tried to keep his distance. Tried to give Jey space. But now, in the quiet of the morning, with Jey sleeping so close and looking so soft, it was harder to push it all down.
Jimmy exhaled slowly through his nose and carefully untangled himself from you. You stirred a little but didn’t wake. Jey didn’t move at all, still dead asleep with your arm around him.
He slipped out of the bed as quietly as he could and headed for the bathroom.
Jimmy closed the door behind him. The room was still dark, so he flicked on the light above the sink. It was too bright at first. He squinted, rubbed a hand over his face, and turned the shower on as hot as it would go.
Steam started filling the space almost immediately. He stripped and stepped under the spray, letting the hot water hit the back of his neck and shoulders first. It stung a little in the best way. Sharp enough to pull him out of his head for a second.
He braced both hands against the tiled and dropped his head, letting the water run down his back and over his ass.
For a while, he just stood there.
The heat felt good. Too good, maybe. It loosened some of the tension in his muscles, but it did nothing for the knot sitting heavy in his chest. He reached for the body wash, squeezed some into his palm, and started scrubbing down his arms, his chest, his stomach.
The soap smelled clean and familiar. Nothing special. But as his hands moved over his own skin, his mind betrayed him anyway.
He remembered the bath.
Remembered how careful he’d been when he washed Jey. How he’d poured warm water over his shoulders and watched it run over him. How Jey had leaned into his touch like he was starving for it. How soft Jey had looked sitting between your legs in the tub, back resting against your chest. Jey had been quiet then. Floaty. Eyes half closed while Jimmy’s fingers worked shampoo into his hair.
Jimmy’s hands slowed now as he washed his own chest.
He could still see it so clearly. The way Jey’s head had tipped back against your shoulder when Jimmy massaged his scalp. The way he’d make that soft, content little sound in the back of his throat. The way you smiled at him like you were exactly where you wanted to be.
Jimmy’s jaw tightened.
He moved his hands lower, washing the rest of his body with rough, efficient strokes. But even that didn’t help. Because now he was thinking about Jey on his knees again. About the way he’d looked with his mouth stretched around Jimmy’s cock, eyes glassy and wet, looking up at him like Jimmy hung the fucking moon. About the way he’d swallowed every drop like he was grateful for it. About how pretty he’d sounded when he moaned around him.
Jimmy exhaled hard through his nose and tilted his head back under the water, letting it run over his face.
What the fuck am I doin’?
He’d wanted last night. He still wanted it. But the second it was over, fear had crept in fast and ugly. What if Jey hadn’t actually wanted it as much as he thought? What if Jey had only gone along with it because he didn’t know how to say no? What if Jimmy had pushed him too far and now Jey was too scared to tell him the truth?
The thought made him feel sick.
Jimmy reached for the shampoo and worked it into his hair, fingers scrubbing roughly at his scalp. The motion was automatic, but it still made Jimmy think of him– his hands in Jey’s hair, being so fucking gentle with him. Gentler than he’d ever been before. All because Jimmy had been scared. Because he’d been worried he’d already broken something.
Jimmy rinsed the shampoo out and stood there a minute longer. Water streamed down his back while his thoughts kept circling the same painful loop.
I already fucked up.
He didn’t want to lose Jey’s trust. Didn’t want to be the reason Jey felt trapped. Didn’t want to be the reason he started pulling away or shutting down. Jey had been through enough shit in his own life. He deserved to feel safe. He deserved to feel like he could say no without worrying about losing the people he cared about.
But Jimmy also didn’t know how to fix it without making everything worse.
Jimmy shut the water off and stood there dripping for a second, staring at the tile. Then he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and stepped out of the shower. At least he had made up his mind about one thing.
I guess the best thing to do is just give him some space. He don’t need me hoverin’ over him all the time.
No more touching him unless Jey asked. No more pushing. No more assuming Jey wanted the same things Jimmy did. If Jey wanted distance, Jimmy would give it to him. If Jey needed time to figure out how he felt about what happened, Jimmy would wait.
He just hoped he hadn’t already done something he couldn’t come back from.
Jimmy dried off and pulled on a pair of sweats before heading into the kitchen. If nothing else, he could do this much. He could take care of Jey in a way he knew how. Make him breakfast. Make all the shit Jey liked. Waffles. Hash browns. Eggs. The works. Maybe it wouldn’t fix anything, but at least it was something he could do without feeling guilty about it.
He moved around the kitchen quietly, pulling out ingredients and starting the coffee. Every now and then his mind would drift back to Jey. To the way he looked with his mouth stuffed with Jimmy’s cock. How Jey looked staring up at him from between Jimmy’s legs. How lately his eyes stayed glassy and wet and so fucking devoted that it made Jimmy’s chest ache.
Jimmy pushed the thoughts away.
Not right now. Jey’s still got her. She don’t mess things up.
Right now, he just needed to focus on making sure that Jey was okay. On giving him whatever space he needed. On not making things worse than he already had.
Jimmy cracked a few eggs into a bowl and started whisking, jaw tight. He’d figure the rest out later.
The kitchen was fairly quiet still except for the low sizzle of the waffle iron and the occasional pop from the hash browns in the pan. Jimmy was moving on autopilot. Flipping, seasoning, and plating things the way he knew Jey liked them. He didn’t even realize how carefully he was doing it until he caught himself adjusting the plate twice so everything looked neat.
He was so focused on the food that he almost didn’t hear you and Jey coming down the hall.
The first thing he noticed was your voice, soft and sleepy, saying something he couldn’t quite make out. Then Jey’s low, mumbled reply. A second later, the two of you stepped into the kitchen.
You were wearing one of Jimmy’s old shirts. You stretched your arms over your head with a quiet sigh as you walked in. Jey was right behind you, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts slung low on his hips. His curls were sticking up in every direction, and his eyes were still heavy with sleep.
But it was the look on his face that made Jimmy’s stomach drop.
Jey looked sad.
Not the soft, floaty kind of sad he got sometimes when he was deep in his head. This was heavier. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his mouth set in a tight line, and there was a tension in his jaw that Jimmy recognized immediately.
Jey wouldn’t even look at him. His eyes stayed on the floor or on you, like making eye contact with Jimmy was something he was trying to avoid. Every time he shifted his weight, it looked like he was fighting the urge to turn around and walk right back out of the kitchen.
He don’t even wanna be around me.
Jimmy forced himself to look away and focus on the plates in front of him. He could feel you watching him, but he didn’t look up. You stretched again, arms high over your head and then padded over to him. Your arms slid around his waist from behind as you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“Morning,” you murmured against his skin.
Jimmy’s shoulders relaxed, just a fraction at the contact. He turned his head slightly and gave you a small, tired smile.
“Mornin’, babygirl.’
You rested your chin on his shoulder for a second, breathing him in. “Smells really good in here.”
Jimmy hummed in response, but his eyes flicked back over to Jey. The sight of him standing there, looking so fucking sad and uncomfortable, made something in his chest twist painfully.
He can’t even stand to be in the same room right now. He really don’t trust me no more.
You pulled back a little and glanced between the two of them.
“I can fix us some plates,” you offered, already reaching for one. Then you looked at Jey, voice softening. “Sweet boy, what do you want–”
“I got it,” Jimmy cut in, a little too quick. His tone came out firmer than he meant it to. He grabbed the plate he’d already made and turned toward Jey before you could finish. “I got it.”
He crossed the short distance and held the plate out.
Jey finally looked up.
Their eyes met for half a second. Jey’s expression flickered, something raw and hurt flashing across his face, before he quickly looked away again. He reached out and took the plate without a word, fingers brushing Jimmy’s.
Jimmy felt that tiny touch like a burn.
Jey didn’t say thank you. He just turned and walked over to the counter, shoulders still tight, and sat back down without looking back.
Jimmy stood there for a second, hand still half extended, not quite sure what to do with it now. Then he dropped it to his side and turned back to the stove, jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
I’m losing him.
The thought sat heavy in his chest as he grabbed another plate and started fixing one for you. He kept his movements steady, but his mind was loud. Every scrape of Jey’s fork against his plate behind him was confirmation enough.
Jey wasn’t eating with any kind of appetite. He was moving slow. Reluctant.
He’s gotta force himself just to be around me. Thought this would make things better.
Jimmy finished making your plate and turned around, setting it down in front of you. You took it, but he could already feel your eyes on him again– that quiet, searching look like you were trying to figure out what the hell was going on with him.
He didn’t give you a chance to ask.
He just turned back to the sink and started cleaning up, letting the sound of the running water fill the space. He could still hear Jey behind him. Every sound made something in his chest twist tighter.
A moment later, he felt you standing beside him at the sink. You hadn’t moved away after he brushed you off, and he could still feel your eyes on him. Jimmy kept his focus on the dishes, scrubbing a little harder than necessary.
“You’re not gonna eat?”
Jimmy’s hand slowed under the water. He didn’t look at you. Just shook his head once.
“No,” he said, voice low. “I don’t feel like it.”
Jimmy kept his eyes on the sink, letting the water run over his hands even though the last plate was already clean. He could feel you still standing beside him, quiet. Too quiet. He didn’t have to look at you to know what you were thinking.
She already know I’m upset.
You knew him too well. You knew that when he didn’t eat, it meant something was off. He could feel it in the way you hadn’t moved away yet. In the way the air between you had thickened.
I don’t want her worryin’. Why I always gotta fuck up everything?
“What’s wrong with you?” you whispered. “Are you okay? Like… what’s going on?”
“Nothin’,” he said, keeping his tone even. “I’m fine.”
You didn’t move. He could feel you still watching him, trying it together.
“Jimmy.”
“I’m fine,” he said again, a little firmer. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong. I’m good.”
But even as the words left his mouth, he could feel the weight of your stare lingering on the side of his face. He didn’t look at you again. He couldn’t. Because if he did, he was scared he’d see that same concerned look and feel even worse about it.
She already know I’m lyin’.
Jimmy tossed the towel onto the counter and turned slightly, putting a little more space between you without making it obvious.
He heard you sigh softly through your nose, then the sound of your bare feet moving away from him. A moment later, you walked back over to the counter where Jey was sitting and slid into the seat beside him. Jimmy didn’t turn around, but he could hear the way you leaned into Jey, the soft rustle of fabric.
Jimmy glanced over his shoulder anyway.
You were tucked in close to Jey now, your head resting against his shoulder. Jey didn’t say anything, but Jimmy saw the way his shoulders seemed to drop slightly. Like your touch was the only thing keeping him grounded right now.
Jimmy’s chest ached.
She shouldn’t have to do all that. She shouldn’t be havin’ sit there trying to hold him together just ‘cause I fucked up.
He turned back to the sink, jaw tight, and kept cleaning even though there was nothing left to clean. His mind was loud, spinning in circles he couldn’t seem to break out of.
I love him.
It hit him hard and sudden, the same way it always did when he let himself really sit with it. Jey was his twin. His other half. The person who had been there through everything life had thrown at him. Jimmy had spent most of his life looking out for him, protecting him, making sure he was okay.
And now here he was, standing across the kitchen like a stranger. Too scared to even touch him because he was convinced he’d already broken something unfixable between them.
I want him. Just wish he could see how bad I want it. Want him to trust me again.
He wanted Jey. He wanted Jey to feel safe with him. Wanted him to know that no matter what, he could say no and Jimmy would still be there. Still love him. Still take care of him. Jimmy wanted to make him understand that he belonged to both of them, not just you. But every time he thought about reaching for Jey now, the fear came rushing back in.
I went too far. Ain’t no way he wants me like that no more.
Jimmy had pushed. He knew he had. Jimmy had taken something Jey had only just realized he wanted and then turned it into something that made him pull away. Made him look sad and small in his own kitchen. Made him sit there and barely eat while Jimmy stood here washing dishes like a damn coward.
You gotta pull it together.
If Jimmy was being honest, he knew what to do to make Jey fold. He knew how much his brother loved to be humiliated. How much he got off on being told what to do, on being called names, on having his hair pulled while being fucked stupid. He knew Jey was a whore for it.
And he also knew that every once in a while, Jey liked when Jimmy was soft with him too. Liked when Jimmy kissed his neck, when he held his face and told him he was good. Jey didn’t get that version of him often, but when he did, it always wrecked him in the best way.
I could do it right now.
Jimmy thought about how he could walk over there and pull Jey into his arms. He could kiss his neck, his face, his mouth until Jey understood how sorry he really was. He could make Jey feel good, make him soft and pliant again, make him say that he forgave him.
Jimmy knew he could. He wanted to do it so fucking bad it hurt. But he couldn’t. Because what if Jey didn’t really want him anymore? What if Jimmy had already ruined it?
Jimmy had blown it. He’d had a chance, maybe even the start of something more, and he had fucked it up by pushing too hard, too fast. He still couldn’t get the image of Jey on their bed out of his mind. How pretty Jey looked under him. Jimmy had wanted more even then. He still wanted more. He wanted to claim Jey the way he’d been holding himself back from doing for a long time.
I can’t risk hurtin’ him even more. This is just how it’s gonna be now.
Jimmy just needed to accept it. Jey didn’t want the same things from him anymore. Maybe he never really had, and Jimmy had just been too selfish to see it. But either way, the distance was there now, and Jimmy wasn’t going to be the one to close it.
I love him too much.
Jimmy let the sound of the water drown out everything else– the quiet scrape of Jey’s fork, the soft murmur of your voice as you talked to him, the ache sitting heavy and permanent in Jimmy’s chest.
It’s just how it’s gonna be.
He told himself that again and again, trying to make it stick. Even if it felt like it was killing him.
You were tired.
Not the kind of tired that came from lack of sleep, though you hadn’t been sleeping great either. It was deeper than that. This was the kind of exhaustion that settled into your bones after spending an entire day watching two people you love act like strangers around each other.
It had been gnawing at you the past couple days. Only growing heavier with every awkward glance, every short answer, every time Jey looked at Jimmy like he was waiting for something that never came.
You had been perfectly happy being with Jimmy for a long time. You loved him. You still did. But adding Jey into the mix hadn’t felt like an intrusion. More than anything, it had felt like something clicking into place. Something the three of you needed, even if none of you had said it out loud at first. You could see it now, clear as day.
Jimmy needed Jey just as much as Jey needed the both of you.
Jey had been starving for this kind of belonging. For the mix of being babied and used. For having people who saw every soft, needy, filthy part of him and still wanted him. And Jimmy? Jimmy had been holding back for so long. But you’d watched the way he looked at Jey when he thought no one was paying attention. You’d seen the want there. The need.
So when things started building between them, you hadn’t been surprised. You’d seen it coming. You knew Jey wouldn’t ask for it on his own. He never did. Jey wanted it too badly, and that scared him. But you also knew Jimmy wanted it just as much, even if he was scared to make the first move.
That was why you pushed. Why you had whispered in Jey’s ear while you rode him. Coaxing him, teasing him, telling him he could have it if he just asked. And when Jimmy finally gave it, it had been everything. Hot and messy and intense in a way that felt inevitable.
I thought everybody had a good time. So why the fuck are they acting so weird?
You glanced across the room again, watching the way Jey sat curled in on himself on the couch. He looked sad in a way that made your chest ache. It wasn’t his usual clingy, needy, puppy-eyed sadness. This was more than that.
You’d spent days trying to fix it. You thought maybe he just needed a little extra reassurance after everything that happened. It had been a lot. So you’d been giving him what you knew usually helped.
Extra affection. Extra closeness. Letting him stay tucked against you, petting his hair, letting him nuzzle into you whenever he wanted. And he wasn’t rejecting it. He was accepting every bit of it, leaning into your touch like he needed it.
But it still wasn’t enough. You could tell. The sadness in his eyes hadn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it had gotten worse.
Don’t even get me started on Jimmy.
Jimmy was being short with you in a way that he never was. He wasn’t cocky. He wasn’t assertive in that easy, natural way he usually was. When you asked him what was wrong this morning, he’d brushed you off so quickly it almost felt like a slap.
He had said he was fine. That nothing was wrong. But you knew he was lying. You could see it all over his face. But he still wouldn’t talk to you about how he was feeling, and that hurt more than you wanted to admit.
Both of your boys were leaving you in the dark, and you hated it.
You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong. You’d been here. You’d been present. You’d given Jey the push he needed and you’d reassured Jimmy when he got scared afterward. You’d done everything you could think of to keep things steady between the three of you.
But now it felt like neither of them trusted you enough to tell you what was actually going on. Jey walking around looking heartbroken, and Jimmy being so damn on edge. It made something in your chest ache. Not just confusion, but a quiet, frustrated hurt. They were keeping pieces of themselves from you, and you had no idea why.
And on top of all that, you knew they hadn’t talked to each other either.
Not once since that night. Jey hadn’t left your side in days. He’d been glued to you from the moment you woke until you went to bed, and Jimmy hadn’t acted like he cared if Jey was around or not. They hadn’t been alone together. Not for a second. And that told you everything you needed to know.
Something was wrong between them. Something big. And neither of them were talking to you about it. Neither of them were talking to each other. And you were fucking tired of it.
You loved them both too much to keep watching this shit play out. Jey needed Jimmy. Jimmy needed Jey. And neither of them seemed willing, or able, to do anything about the wall that had gone up between them.
Right now, you were sitting in the living room with both of them, and the tension was so thick you could barely breathe through it. Jey was curled up on the couch by himself, knees pulled up and arms wrapped around them. He hadn’t said much all evening. Every now and then he’d glance at Jimmy, but the second Jimmy looked back, Jey would drop his eyes again like it was too much to handle.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was sitting in the armchair across from the couch, scrolling on his phone like nothing was wrong. Like the air in the room wasn’t heavy with everything they weren’t saying. Like Jey wasn’t sitting ten feet away from him looking like a kicked puppy. Every so often Jimmy would look up too, almost like he was checking on Jey without wanting to be obvious about it. Then he’d go right back to his phone like he hadn’t just spent the last hour pretending his twin didn’t exist.
You sat there between them, watching it all, until something inside you finally snapped.
This is fucking ridiculous.
Without saying a word, you reached for the remote and turned the TV off. The sudden silence felt loud. Both of them looked up at you at the same time– Jey with wide, confused eyes, and Jimmy with his brows pulled together, already bracing himself.
You stood up.
Jimmy was the first to speak, his voice careful. “Why’d you turn it off?”
You looked at him, then at Jey, then back at Jimmy. Your heart was pounding, but your voice came out steady. “We need to figure this shit out right now.”
Jimmy blinked, trying to play it off. “Whatchu talkin’ about?”
You let out a short, humorless laugh. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
He didn’t answer. Just stared at you, jaw tight, phone still in his hand, not knowing what to do with it now. You looked between the two of them again. Looked at Jey curled up looking heartbroken, and Jimmy sitting there acting like he didn’t care when you knew damn well that wasn’t true.
“I’m tired.” you said, voice quieter. “I’m tired of you two acting like this. I’m tired of my boys not talking to each other. Not wanting to be around each other. And I don’t know what the hell happened to y’all, but I’m done pretending like everything’s fine when it’s clearly not.”
Jimmy opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but you didn’t give him the chance.
“You two need to figure it out,” you said, looking straight at him. “Right now. I’m not doing this anymore.”
The room was dead silent. For a second, the two of them just stared at each other across the room. It was quick and panicked, but you caught it. Then they both looked at you.
“You mean… now?” Jimmy’s voice was careful but you could hear his nervousness underneath.
You nodded. “Yes. I’m not going anywhere. Actually–” You walked back over to the armchair. “Get up.”
Jimmy blinked at you, clearly thrown. “Get up,” you repeated, your eyes locked on his. “Don’t play with me.”
He hesitated for half a second, like he was debating whether to push back. But something in your face must’ve told him you weren’t in the mood, because he slowly stood up. You didn’t thank him. You just moved past him and sat down in the chair he’d just vacated, and made yourself comfortable. Then you looked between the two of them and motioned toward the couch.
“Go sit by your brother,” you said, nodding toward Jey. “Go on. I don’t got all day.”
Jimmy didn’t move right away, still caught off guard by the way you were speaking to him. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
Jimmy closed his eyes, exhaled through his nose, and walked over to the couch. Every step looked so stiff. Uncomfortable. So unsure of himself. Jey was still curled up the same way he had been all evening– knees pulled in close to his chest, arms holding himself together. He didn’t look up when Jimmy sat down beside him. He just shifted slightly, making a little more room, but not enough that they were actually touching.
Jimmy’s hands were in his lap. His face was tight, eyebrows drawn together. He still couldn’t look at Jey.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Jey’s bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he started chewing on the inside of it. It was a nervous habit you’d seen before when he was overwhelmed. His eyes were glassy, and after a few seconds you saw them start to water. He blinked hard, trying to fight it, but it was already too late. A single tear slipped down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand, embarrassed to be crying in front of either of you.
Jimmy’s face scrunched up even more. His shoulders were so tense they looked painful. He cleared his throat once. Then again, struggling to force his words out.
You felt something in your chest soften.
You had been so frustrated all day. You were confused, hurt, and tired of being kept in the dark. But watching them now, sitting side by side and looking like they were both one wrong word away from breaking… it hit different. This wasn’t just attitude or distance. This was pain. Real, heavy pain. And it made your anger shift into something quieter. Something more protective.
Jimmy cleared his throat one more time, still staring down at his hands.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Jimmy sat there stiffly after he spoke, the words scraping something raw out of him. His hands were clenched tight on his thighs and he still wouldn’t look at his brother.
The silence after felt heavy, almost suffocating.
Jey’s face had gone pale. His arms were still wrapped around his knees but his grip had loosened. He was looking at Jimmy with wet eyes, trying to make sense of what he’d just heard.
“I-I’m real sorry,” he said again. “I thought uh– thought maybe you wasn’t ‘bout it. And that you ain’t want it. I was just bein’ selfish.”
Jey’s brows pulled together hard, confusion and hurt flashing across his face all at once.
“What?” His voice was already starting to crack. “Why would you think that?”
Jimmy’s jaw flexed. He kept his eyes on his hands. “You ain’t say much,” he muttered. “And then you kept lookin’ so fuckin’ sad. Like you regret it. And I– I ain’t want you to feel like you gotta keep doin’ shit you don’t wanna do just ‘cause I–”
He stopped himself, shaking his head, unable to finish. Jey’s bottom lip started trembling. He looked completely lost.
“But I wanted it,” Jey said, voice breaking. “I do. Why you– why you sayin’ all this like I don’t?”
His voice cracked hard on the last word. Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, and he didn’t even try to stop them this time. His shoulders started shaking as he stared at Jimmy, waiting for him to take it all back.
But Jimmy still wouldn’t look at him.
Without warning, Jey suddenly lurched forward, collapsing into Jimmy’s side with a broken sob. His arms wrapped tightly around Jimmy’s middle as he buried his face against his chest. His whole body was shaking with the force of his crying.
Jimmy went completely still.
His arms hovered in the air for a second, unsure if he was allowed to touch Jey. His eyes were wide, face tight with shock and something close to panic. It was like the feeling of Jey against him had short circuited something in his brain.
Jey just held on tighter, sobbing into his shirt.
Jimmy’s arms finally came down, slow and hesitant. One hand settled carefully on Jey’s back, afraid that even that was too much. His other hand hovered near Jey’s hair before resting there, fingers trembling slightly as they threaded through the messy curls.
You could see it all over Jimmy’s face.
He looked wrecked. Guilty. But underneath all of that, there was still doubt. You could see it in the way his jaw stayed tight and how he wouldn’t fully relax into Jey’s touch. Part of him still didn’t believe what Jey was saying.
Jey must’ve felt it too.
He pulled back just enough to look up at Jimmy, eyes red and wet, face blotchy from crying. His hands stayed fisted in the front of Jimmy’s shirt, afraid to let go of his brother.
“I wanted you,” he choked out, voice hoarse and broken. “And I– I told you. Why won’t you believe me?”
Jimmy’s eyes flicked away for a second before finally coming to look at Jey’s face.
“‘Cause I know you. I don’t want you sayin’ it just ‘cause you think that’s what I wanna hear,” he muttered. “And I don’t want you forcin’ yourself to do something ‘cause I fucked up.”
Jey’s face twisted with fresh hurt.
“I ain’t forcing myself,” he said, voice cracking again. “I’m not just sayin’ it to make you feel better.”
Jey kept going, voice shaking worse now.
“I love you,” he choked out. “But you don’t even wanna be around me no more.”
“That’s not true,” Jimmy said immediately. “It ain’t true at all.”
Jey let out a shaky, frustrated sob. His eyes were puffy, tears still streaming down his face.
“Then why you keep doin’ all this?” he asked, voice cracking again. “Why you pullin’ away like I did somethin’ wrong? Like we did somethin’ wrong?
Jimmy’s hands flexed against Jey’s back, but he still didn’t pull him in any closer.
“I just don’t wanna hurt you.”
Jey let out a broken, frustrated sound and shoved weakly at Jimmy’s chest.
“You ain’t hurtin’ me!” he snapped. “What do I gotta do to make you believe me? I gotta get on my fuckin’ knees and beg you to touch me again? That what you need?”
Jimmy didn’t answer. His face had gone tight with something heavy and painful. His jaw was clenched, eyes glassy, like Jey’s words had hit him somewhere deep. He wanted to speak, but nothing came out. He just stared at Jey, breathing uneven, trying to keep himself together.
Jey’s bottom lip trembled.
“Do I?” he asked again, quieter this time.
Jimmy’s voice came out rough and low.
“Jey…”
It sounded like it hurt him to even say his name. But Jey didn’t wait for anything else. He slid off the couch and dropped to his knees right between Jimmy’s legs, the same way he had the night before. His hands came up to rest on Jimmy’s thighs as he looked up at him, eyes red and wet.
“I want you,” Jey said, voice hoarse and desperate. “And I want you to want me. I want you to use me and be mean to me. I want you to pull my hair and call me names and make me feel like I’m yours. Please just– please believe me.”
Jimmy’s whole expression changed.
The tension in his face softened almost instantly, something raw and aching bleeding into his eyes as he looked down at Jey. Slowly, carefully, he reached down and cupped Jey’s face with one hand, thumb brushing away a fresh tear that had slipped down his cheek.
The second Jimmy touched him, Jey’s whole body reacted. It was like something inside him gave out. His shoulders dropped, and he leaned forward heavily, pressing all of his weight into Jimmy’s touch. His eyes fluttered shut and a shaky breath left him as he nuzzled into Jimmy’s palm.
Jimmy’s thumb kept brushing slowly across Jey’s wet cheek, his expression soft in a way you hadn’t seen in days. He was looking down at Jey like he was finally letting himself see him again. Finally letting himself believe Jey.
Jimmy’s voice was quiet when he finally spoke again.
“You mean it?
Jey nodded immediately, still leaning into Jimmy’s hand.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please.”
Jimmy exhaled shakily, Jey’s words finally cracking something open in him. His other hand came up to cradle Jey’s other cheek, holding him gently between his palms.
“You sure?” he asked. “You really want this?”
Jey nodded again, leaning harder into Jimmy’s touch.
“Yes,” he breathed. “I want it. I want you. Please.”
Jimmy’s eyes lifted. He looked up at you over Jey’s head, and for a second, everything went quiet between the three of you. His gaze was heavy, uncertain, almost asking without words.
You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.
You just held his stare and gave him the smallest nod. Steady. Certain. The kind of look that said Yes. It’s okay. I’m here.
Jimmy's shoulders dropped just slightly. He didn’t say anything either. He just looked back down at Jey and took another deep, shaky breath.
Then he helped Jey to his feet.
Jey went easily, still sniffling, still clinging to Jimmy’s shirt as they started down the hall. You followed right behind them, close enough that Jey could feel you there. The only sounds were Jey’s quiet, uneven breathing and the soft shuffle of bare feet against the floor.
Jimmy didn’t waste any more time.
As soon as you walked into the bedroom, Jimmy was pushing Jey back onto the bed. Jey went easily, arms sliding up to wrap around Jimmy’s neck as he fell. The second their bodies met the mattress, Jimmy’s mouth was on his.
The kiss was deep. Heavy. It wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t soft either. It had been held back for too long– all tongue and heat and desperation. You could hear Jey’s breath hitch every time Jimmy’s mouth moved against his. Jey’s fingers curled tighter around Jimmy, refusing to let go of him.
You climbed onto the bed beside them without a word, settling in close.
Jimmy’s mouth eventually left Jey’s and trailed lower, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the line of his jaw before moving down to his neck. Jey’s head tilted back instinctively, a soft sound slipping from his throat. You could see the way Jey’s pulse jumped under Jimmy’s mouth, his chest rising and falling faster with every kiss.
Every so often, Jimmy’s gaze would flick up to meet yours– quiet, searching. And every time, you give him a small nod.
It’s okay. Keep going.
He didn’t smile, but something in his expression eased each time you did it. It made you feel like your silent reassurance was the only thing letting him keep moving forward.
You reached out and gently ran your fingers through Jey’s messy curls, brushing them back from his damp forehead.
“You’re doing so good,” you murmured, voice low and soft. “Such a sweet boy. We got you.”
Jey made a quiet, broken sound at your words, his hand blinding reaching out until it found yours. He laced your fingers together tightly, squeezing. His other arm stayed wrapped around Jimmy’s neck, holding him close as Jimmy continued kissing down the column of his throat.
Jimmy’s hand slid under the hem of Jey’s shirt, palm pressing flat against his stomach. His touch was careful, almost reverent, still unsure if it was even real. Every few seconds his eyes would lift to yours again, and you’d give him the same small nod.
It’s okay. He wants this. We want this.
Jey’s grip on your hand tightened as Jimmy’s mouth found a sensitive spot just below his ear. His back arched slightly off the bed, a soft, shaky moan slipping out of him.
Jimmy’s hand moved higher, feeling over his ribs and chest, relearning the shape of him. Jey’s breathing had gone heavier, his hips shifting restlessly beneath Jimmy’s weight every time their bodies pressed together.
You stayed right beside them, one hand still gently stroking through Jey’s hair while the other stayed laced with his. Your thumb kept brushing slow, soothing circles over his knuckles.
Jimmy’s thigh was pressed firmly between Jey’s legs, and every so often he’d roll hips down, grinding slow. You could feel the heat building between them. Saw the way Jey’s body responded every time Jimmy’s cock rubbed against his through their clothes. Jey’s soft sounds were starting to fill the room, his little whimpers and gasps making your chest ache in the best way.
Jimmy’s mouth stayed on Jey’s neck, kissing and sucking gently. But every time Jey let out of those needy noises, Jimmy’s movements grew a little more purposeful. His hands spread wide over Jey’s chest and he rocked down against him again.
Jey’s fingers tightened around yours.
You glanced at Jimmy and caught his eyes. He was still being careful, still holding back, but you could see the change happening. Saw it in the way Jimmy’s gaze lingered on Jey’s flushed face. One of his hands slid out from under Jey’s shirt and came up to cradle the side of his neck instead. Jimmy’s thumb brushed over Jey’s jaw as he leaned in close, lips brushing against his ear.
“You like that?” Jimmy murmured. “Feels good when I grind on you like this?”
Jey let out a broken little moan, hips jerking up to meet Jimmy’s again.
“Yeah…” he breathed. “Please– don’t stop.”
Jimmy’s eyes found yours again for a split second. You gave him another small nod, and this time, something darker flickered behind his gaze. His hand tightened just slightly on Jey’s neck as he rolled his hips down harder, pressing his cock firmly against Jey’s.
“That’s it,” Jimmy muttered, voice dropping lower. “Rub that pretty dick against me. You been wantin’ this?”
Jey’s whole body shuddered at the words. His free hand moved to grip Jimmy’s shoulder, and another desperate sound slipped out of him. You stayed close, still petting through Jey’s hair as you leaned in to press a kiss to his temple.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” you whispered. “Such a sweet boy for us.”
Jimmy’s mouth found Jey’s neck again, his teeth grazing over the skin and biting down lightly. His hips kept moving in that slow grind. Every time Jey moaned, Jimmy’s voice followed, low and filthy against his skin.
“Fuck, you already so hard f’me.” he rasped. “Knew you’d get like this. Just so easy.”
Jey whimpered, his thighs trembling slightly around Jimmy’s as he rocked up to meet him. Jimmy’s grip on Jey tightened just a little more.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmured against Jey’s throat. He rolled his hips down again, slower this time, letting Jey feel every inch of him through the fabric. Jey’s breath hitched hard, his hips jerking.
“More…” Jey whimpered. “I w-want it–”
It came out broken and stuttered, his face flushed deep as he clung to Jimmy’s shirt. Jimmy pulled back just enough to look down at him, pleased with the desperate little sounds Jey was making.
“Yeah?”
Jey nodded quickly, eyes glassy. “Please.”
Jimmy sat up just enough to grab the hem of Jey’s shirt and slowly pulled it up and off, dragging the fabric over the skin in a way that made Jey shiver. Jimmy reached back and yanked his own shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere behind him.
The second it was gone, Jimmy’s hands were back on him. His palms slid over Jey’s bare chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples before gripping his waist and pulling him in closer. His skin was warm when he pressed back down against Jey, chest to chest as he started grinding harder. The friction and slow rolls of his hips had Jey gasping and arching more beneath him.
Jey’s cock was straining against his shorts now, and Jimmy didn’t miss it.
“Take these off,” he muttered against Jey’s throat, tugging at the waistband of his shorts. “Now.”
Jey’s breath stuttered and you gently turned his face toward you. Your thumb brushed over his flushed cheek as you looked at him.
“Go ahead,” you said softly. “Take them off for me.”
Jey’s eyes were wide and glassy as he nodded. He let go of Jimmy just long enough to shove his shorts and boxers down to his hips. You helped him the rest of the way, sliding them off and tossing them aside.
You couldn’t help but let your eyes drag over Jey for a moment. His skin was flushed a warm, deep tone, and the trail of dark hair leading down from his navel drew your eyes lower.
His cock was hard and heavy, lying against his stomach. The head was already leaking, a shiny bead of pre-cum welling at the tip before sliding down the side. It twitched under your gaze, like even just being looked at was too much for him right now.
God, you wanted to taste him.
You wanted to lean down and drag your tongue over him. Wanted to feel him throb against your lips. But you held back. Because this wasn’t about you right now. This was about them.
Jimmy sat back on his knees for a second, eyes dark as he looked down at Jey completely bare beneath him. Then he hooked his thumbs into his own sweats and shoved them down, kicking them off. His cock sprang free– thick, long and already hard. It bobbed heavily between his legs as he settled back over Jey. The sight of them both like this made heat curl low in your stomach.
Jimmy’s hand slid lower, trailing down Jey’s stomach. Then, slowly, he wrapped his hand around Jey’s cock.
His whole body jolted, a broken, startled moan tearing from his throat as he bucked into Jimmy’s hand. His grip on your hand tightened almost painfully, and his other hand flew up to clutch at Jimmy’s shoulder. His eyes squeezed shut for a second, lips parted around a shaky gasp as Jimmy’s fingers closed around him.
Jimmy hummed, surprised by how good it felt to finally touch him like this. He gave Jey one slow, experimental stroke, thumb swiping over the leaking head and spreading pre-cum down his length. “Look at that. So fuckin’ wet.”
Jey let out a desperate, stuttering sound, his hips twitching up into Jimmy’s fist. Jimmy stroked him again, watching every little reaction with dark, focused eyes.
“Been wantin’ to get you like this,” he rasped, voice dropping even lower. “Knew you’d feel good in my hands. Knew you was gonna get messy f’me.” He twisted his wrist, and Jey’s thighs trembled. “That’s it. Leak all over me, baby boy. Show me how bad you want it.”
Jey’s head tipped back against the pillows, a soft whimper slipping out of him. His cock throbbed visibly in Jimmy’s grip, another thick bead sliding over Jimmy’s knuckles. You stayed right there beside them, one hand still gently stroking through Jey’s hair while the other stayed laced tightly with his. You could feel how hard he was gripping you.
“Such a good boy,” you murmured against his temple.
Jimmy’s hand kept moving, and he leaned down to press his mouth against Jey’s throat again. Jey was shaking now, soft sounds escaping him every time Jimmy stroked him.
Jimmy’s voice was low and filthy against Jey’s skin.
“Look at you. Already fallin’ apart and I barely even touched you.” He gave Jey another slow stroke. “You gonna be so fuckin’ good, aren’t you? Gonna let me have you however I want?”
Jey nodded quickly, almost frantically, and his grip on Jimmy’s shoulder tightened.
“Yes– yes, I’ll be good,” he gasped. “I’ll be good, I swear. Just p-please don’t stop. I’ll do whatever you want. Be so good for you–”
His words broke into a desperate whimper as Jimmy’s teeth grazed the side of his neck.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Jey let out another shaky moan, his cock twitching hard. You could feel how worked up he was getting. How close he already seemed just from Jimmy’s hands. You cupped Jey’s cheek again, and he turned his head just enough to press his face into your touch, another whine slipping out of him. You glanced at Jimmy again. He was still stroking Jey slow and steady, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. Saw how he was struggling to hold himself back. You gently squeezed Jey’s hand.
“I’ll be right back,” you murmured to both of them.
You slipped off the bed and moved to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and grabbing the bottle of lube. When you turned back around, Jimmy was still hovering over Jey, one hand wrapped around his leaking cock while the other braced beside his head. Jey looked completely wrecked already. Flushed, teary eyed, and trembling under Jimmy’s touch.
You climbed back onto the bed and set the lube down beside them, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to Jey’s forehead. His skin was warm and damp with sweat, and he let out a slow breath, the small bit of affection steadying him. You stayed right beside Jey, bringing one hand to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.
Jimmy reached for the lube and popped the cap open. He poured some into his palm, warming it between his fingers for a second before he reached down between Jey’s legs.
Jey’s breath hitched the second Jimmy’s slick fingers brushed over his hole.
Jimmy took his time. He circled the tight ring of muscle slowly, spreading the lube, teasing. His eyes stayed locked on Jey’s face the entire time.
“She’s done this with you before.” His middle finger pressed in slightly, just enough to make Jey’s hips twitch. “And you came just from that too, huh? Just needed to be filled up?”
Jey’s voice came out shaky. “Y-yeah.”
Jimmy pushed his finger in deeper, slow and steady, working it in and out a few times before adding a second. He was being careful, but also testing how much Jey could take. How much he wanted.
Jey’s free hand gripped the sheets beside him as Jimmy started to fuck him with his fingers, slow and deep. His cock lay heavy and leaking against his stomach, spasming every time Jimmy’s fingers curled inside him. Jimmy watched him for a long moment, then spoke again, voice quieter but no less intense.
“You wanna be mine?” he asked, fingers still moving slow and deep. “You really want that?”
Jey’s eyes were glassy, his breathing ragged. He looked up at Jimmy like the question had knocked the air out of him.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Jimmy didn’t let up. He added a third finger, stretching him carefully. “Say it right,” Jimmy said, voice low. “Tell me.”
Jey’s voice cracked, but he didn’t hesitate. “Yes, sir,” he breathed. “I wanna be yours. Please.”
Jimmy’s eyes darkened at the words. He pulled his fingers out slowly and reached for the lube again, coating his cock generously. The sight of it– thick, flushed, and shiny with lube– made your stomach flip.
He hooked one of Jey’s legs up, hand sliding under his thigh and pushing it back toward Jey’s chest, opening him up. Jimmy lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against Jey’s slick hole.
He didn’t push in yet. Instead, he looked down at Jey. “You sure?” he asked one last time.
Jey’s eyes were wet again, but he nodded, voice soft and certain. “I’m sure,” he whispered. “I want it. I want you.”
Jimmy let out a slow breath, then started to push in.
He went slow. Painfully slow. He was forcing himself to be careful, every muscle in his body tight with restraint. The thick head of his cock pressed against Jey’s hole, stretching him open inch by inch. Jey’s breath hitched hard, his free hand flying up to grip Jimmy’s shoulder again as his body tried to adjust to the intrusion.
You laced one hand tightly with Jey’s, the other coming back up to gently stroke through his hair.
“Shhh, baby,” you murmured against his temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “Breathe for me. You’re okay. We gotchu.”
Jey’s eyes were squeezed shut, his face flushed and damp with tears. His thighs trembled where they were spread open around Jimmy’s hips. A shaky, overwhelmed sound left his throat as Jimmy sank deeper.
Jimmy’s jaw was clenched tight, but his voice came out low and rough when he spoke.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he muttered, one hand gripping the underside of Jey’s thigh. “Takin’ me so good already.”
He paused halfway in, breathing hard, and looked down at Jey’s face. His free hand came up to cradle Jey’s cheek, thumb brushing away a fresh tear.
“Look at me,” Jimmy said, voice softer now. “You still with me?”
Jey’s eyes fluttered open, glass and wet. He nodded quickly, but a whimper slipped out of him when Jimmy pushed in another inch.
“I gotchu,” Jimmy murmured, leaning down to press his forehead against Jey’s for a second. “You doin’ so good. Just breathe, baby boy. Lemme in.”
You kept stroking Jey’s hair. “You’re okay,” you whispered. “Being such a sweet boy.”
Jimmy pulled back just slightly before sinking in deeper. “That’s it,” Jimmy rasped. It came out strained, but you could tell he was still trying to stay gentle. “You feel that? Makin’ you mine. Just like you wanted.”
Jey let out a broken moan, his hand squeezing yours tighter as his body finally started to relax around Jimmy’s cock. His other leg hooked loosely around Jimmy’s hip, pulling him in closer.
Jimmy bottomed out with a low groan, buried to the hilt inside Jey. He stayed still for a moment, breathing hard, forehead still pressed to Jey’s.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, voice laced with genuine concern. “Talk to me.”
Jey nodded again, though his words came out small and shaky. “Y-yes sir… I’m okay,” he whispered. “Just— fuck! You so big.”
Jimmy let out a short, breathless laugh against Jey’s mouth, brushing another kiss over his lips.
“I gotchu,” he murmured again. “Just tell me if it’s too much. I’ll slow down.”
Jimmy waited another moment, letting Jey feel the full weight and stretch of him. Then, slowly, he started to pull back. You watched as his cock dragged out of Jey, thick and glistening, until only the tip remained inside. Jey whimpered, trying to adjust to the sudden emptiness.
Jimmy paused there for another second, before pushing back in. He didn’t rush it. He sank all the way back inside in one smooth, controlled thrust until his hips were flush against Jey’s ass again.
The prettiest, broken moan slipped out of Jey. His back arched slightly off the bed, and his eyes squeezed shut as his body trembled around Jimmy’s cock. Another tear slipped down his cheek, and his grip on your hand tightened.
He pulled back again, just as slow, then pushed back in deep. Jey’s moan was louder and shakier this time. His own cock lay untouched against his stomach, flushed and leaking steadily onto his skin with every thrust.
Jimmy kept the pace slow, letting Jey really feel every inch of him. Each time he sank back in, Jey let out another soft, overwhelmed sound. Somewhere between a moan and a whimper. His hand left Jimmy’s shoulder to slide up to the back of his neck, holding him tightly.
You stayed close to the both of them, still stroking gently through Jey’s damp curls. Jimmy rolled his hips again, slow and deep.
“Tell me how it feels,” he rasped. “Wanna hear you say it.”
Jey’s voice came out shaky. “F-feels so full,” he whimpered. “So deep… fuck–”
Jimmy let out a low groan at the sound of Jey’s voice and he thrust back in harder. The wet sound of it filled the room as his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep in one smooth, rough motion. Jey let out another broken moan, tightening his grip on your hand.
Jimmy didn’t stop.
He started fucking Jey with deep, steady thrusts that had Jey gasping and whimpering beneath him. Jimmy’s hand left Jey’s thigh and slid up into his hair, pushing yours out of the way. His fingers tangled into Jey’s curls as he held him in place.
“Take it. Fuckin’ take it.”
Jey let out another moan, his eyes glassy and wet as he looked up at Jimmy. His hole clenched around Jimmy’s cock every time he pulled out, like his body didn’t want to let him go.
Jimmy’s grip in Jey’s hair tightened as he picked up the pace even more, hips snapping forward with more force now. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with Jey’s broken little moans.
“Already cryin’,” Jimmy rasped, voice dripping with satisfaction. “You love this, huh? Love gettin’ fucked like you was made for it?”
Jey let out a wrecked sound, nodding desperately as another tear slipped free. His hand slid down from Jimmy’s neck, nails digging into his back.
“Yes. I-I love it–”
Jimmy kept thrusting deeper, the headboard starting to knock lightly against the wall with every snap of his hips. He leaned back down, breath hot against Jey’s ear.
“Such a fuckin’ slut for it,” he muttered. “Been wantin’ this for so long and now you can’t even take it without cryin’. Pathetic.”
Jey moaned loudly as his words, his cock twitching hard against his stomach as another thick bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip. His eyes fluttered, glassy and overwhelmed, but he didn’t look away from Jimmy. If anything, he looked even more desperate.
You rubbed your thumb over the back of Jey’s knuckles. Every so often you’d lean in to press a soft kiss to his temple or murmur quiet praise against his skin.
“Doing so good, baby,” you whispered. “Just let him have you.”
You let go of Jey’s hand, and sat back up on your knees. Jimmy’s eyes flicked to yours as you moved towards him. He didn’t stop moving. His hips kept rolling, cock dragging deep inside Jey with every thrust, but he turned his head just slightly toward you.
You kissed him.
Jimmy’s lips moved against your in a deep, unhurried kiss while he continued fucking Jey beneath you both. Jimmy groaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours even as his hips kept snapping forward.
Jey let out a loud whine.
The sound was so desperate, and you felt the way his body jolted beneath Jimmy. His cock twitched hard and his hips stuttered. He was watching the two of you kiss– eyes glassy and wide, lips parted around shaky breaths– and it was clearly doing something to him. His hand grasped aimlessly at Jimmy’s back, and another shaky, pathetic sound slipped out of him.
Jimmy pulled back from the kiss just enough to glance down at Jey, and something dark flashed in his eyes.
“You for real?” Jimmy rasped, voice low and mean as he thrust in harder. “Whinin’ like a little bitch just ‘cause she kissed me. You really that desperate for attention?”
Jey let out another broken moan, his cheeks flushing even darker. Jimmy’s hand reached back down, gripping Jey’s hair tightly.
“It’s embarassin’,” he muttered, hips snapping again. “Can’t even take my cock without gettin’ all worked up over a fuckin’ kiss. You really are just a needy slut, huh?”
Jey whimpered again, louder this time, his hips jerking up helplessly to meet Jimmy’s thrusts. His cock continued to leak, dripping against his stomach and twitching with every word that left Jimmy’s mouth.
Jimmy let go of Jey’s hair, only to grip his jaw instead. His hold was almost bruising as he turned Jey’s head, forcing their eyes to meet.
“Look at me,” Jimmy ordered. “You want attention? That what this is?”
Jye’s lips parted, but no words came out.
Jimmy’s grip on his jaw tightened slightly. “Answer me,” he said, hips snapped forward again. “This ain’t enough for you? My cock ain’t enough? You need more attention than this?”
Jey’s voice came out shaky and small. “Y-yes…”
Jimmy’s eyes narrowed. “Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me you just want attention.”
Jey’s face burned, but he didn’t look away. His voice cracked as he answered. “I want attention,” he whispered. “Please.”
Jimmy let out a low, rough sound– somewhere between a groan and a dark laugh– and leaned down without warning, teeth sinking into the side of Jey’s neck. He bit down hard enough to make Jey’s breath catch, then sucked deep and slow, pulling the skin between his lips until a dark, blooming bruise formed. Jimmy’s hips never stopped moving, cock dragging deep and steady inside Jey.
At the same time, you shifted in closer and dipped your head to the other side of Jey’s neck. Your lips parted against his skin as you licked a slow, wet stripe up the column of his throat before latching on. You sucked hard enough to leave your own mark just below his jaw. He was warm. Slightly salty from sweat. The taste of his skin filled your mouth as you worked the bruise into his flesh.
You slipped a hand down between their bodies, fingers wrapping loosely around the base of Jey’s cock. You didn’t stroke him. You dragged the pad of your thumb in slow, deliberate circles over his leaking head, smearing the pre-cum that kept welling up. It was warm and slick against your skin, and every lazy pass of your thumb made more of it spill out over your fingers.
A loud, broken whine tore out of Jey. It was high and desperate as his hips continued to rock between you and Jimmy. His cock twitched in your hand, another thick spurt leaking over your thumb and down the side. His back arched sharply off the bed, and his hand flew up to grip the back of Jimmy’s head, needing something solid to hold onto. His thighs kept trembling, his muscles twitching with every slow sweep of your thumb and deep thrust of Jimmy’s cock.
“Better?” Jimmy muttered against the fresh mark he’d left on Jey’s neck. His hips rolled forward again, grinding deep. “I know what my boy needs.”
Jey let out another shaky, overwhelmed sob. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, letting out little gasps as you kept rubbing teasingly over the swollen head of his cock. You lifted your head just enough to press another soft, lingering kiss to the bruise you’d left on his neck, then let your lips brush against his skin as you spoke.
“Poor thing,” you murmured. “Can’t even take it, can you?”
Jey whimpered again and his eyes fluttered. His wet lashes clumped together as another shaky breath left him. Jimmy pulled back from Jey’s neck, lips shiny and slightly swollen from how hard he’d been sucking marks into his skin. His eyes were dark as he looked down at Jey beneath him– flushed, teary, and trembling– and something in his expression shifted.
Without a word, he reached down and hooked both of Jey’s legs, gripping behind his knees and pushing them up toward his chest. The new angle made Jey gasp, his body folding easily under Jimmy’s hands as he pressed open even more. Jimmy leaned in over him, using his weight to keep Jey’s legs pinned back, and then he started to move.
Jimmy fucked him hard.
There was nothing slow or careful about it anymore. Jimmy’s hips snapped forward in deep, relentless strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he drove into Jey with purpose. Every thrust punched a whimper out of Jey, his body jolting with the force of it.
Jimmy’s head fell back for a second. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as Jey’s hole clenched tight around him.
“Fuck,” Jimmy moaned, voice rough and strained. “You feel so good.”
Jimmy kept slamming his hips forward like he was trying to bury himself as deep as he possibly could. His hands stayed firm behind Jey’s knees, keeping him folded open and helpless beneath him.
Jey looked ruined.
His eyes were even more glassy than before, moaning as Jimmy tried to claim every inch of him from the inside out. Tears slipped down his cheeks, mixing with the sweat on his skin. His hand was clutched so tightly around yours it was borderline painful. He was completely overwhelmed. Flushed, sweaty, and so fucking pretty as he took everything Jimmy gave him.
Jimmy’s eyes locked on Jey’s face. There was something almost desperate in the way he moved now. He needed Jey to feel exactly how much he wanted him. To feel how much he’d been holding back.
How much he loved him.
Jey’s eyes fluttered open, and for a second the two of them just looked at each other. Something passed between them in that moment. Raw and heavy and real. They looked so good like this– intense and so clearly lost in each other. And even in the midst of all the roughness, there was something almost tender underneath it.
Jimmy’s voice came out low and rough, strained from how close he was getting. “I ain’t gon’ be able to hold out much longer.” He leaned in closer, lips ghosting across Jey’s. “But if you want it,” Jimmy growled, voice dropping even lower, “you need to say it.”
Jey’s breath hitched hard. He clutched Jimmy tighter, nails digging into his shoulder. Jey let out another whine, his cock continuing to leak onto his stomach.
Jimmy didn’t let up. His thrusts stayed deep and relentless as he stared down at Jey, eyes burning. “You better use your words.”
Jey was falling apart. Another tear slipped out the corner of his eye as he looked up at Jimmy. His voice came out shakier than ever.
“Y-yes— fuck, yes, I want it,” he gasped, hips jerking uncontrollably. “Please. I-I want it. Want you to cum inside me— please!”
Jimmy let out a low groan, his rhythm faltering for just a second as Jey’s words hit him. His grip on Jey’s thigh tightened, and he fucked into him even harder. It seemed like hearing those words come straight from Jey’s mouth had snapped the last thread of Jimmy’s control.
Your eyes flicked between the two of them, heart pounding as you watched. You could feel how much they needed each other. How much Jimmy needed to give this to Jey, and how much Jey needed to take it. It was so fucking hot it made your head spin.
“That’s it,” Jimmy growled. “Say it again. Tell me you want it.”
Jey’s voice cracked as he moaned out another desperate, broken plea. His body trembled beneath Jimmy as he took every rough, claiming thrust.
Jimmy stayed buried deep inside Jey for a moment, his forehead resting against Jey’s as they both caught their breath. His hips were finally still, cock throbbing inside Jey’s tight heat. Then he shifted. It was a small movement. Just a slight roll of his hips and a change of angle.
The reaction was immediate.
Jey’s back arched hard off the bed as a loud moan tore out of him. His eyes squeezed shut for a second, mouth falling open around the sound.
“There it is,” Jimmy muttered, almost to himself. His hips rolled again– slow, deep, and precise– dragging the head of his cock right over that spot inside Jey. “Feel that?”
Jey let out another overwhelmed moan, his body shaking beneath Jimmy as another thrust hit him just right. Jimmy didn’t speed up yet. He kept the pace slow, each thrust long and deep, making sure he massaged Jey’s prostate every time he bottomed out.
Jey’s breathing had gone ragged, soft little whimpers slipping out of him. His cock was so flushed, it looked angry. It was smearing his wetness across his stomach with every roll of Jimmy’s hips, but neither of you even thought about touching it anymore.
You leaned in close again, brushing Jey’s damp curls back from his forehead before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Your lips lingered there for a second as you spoke quietly against his skin.
“You’re alright,” you murmured. “Our sweet boy. Just let it feel good.”
Jey let out a shaky breath, turning his head slightly toward you, chasing the comfort. His eyes were puffy, and another whimper slipped out of him when Jimmy gave another slow, deep thrust. His voice was quiet when he tried to speak.
“It’s so much–”
“You wanna cum?” Jimmy asked, eyes locked on Jey’s face. “You gon’ cum like this?”
Jey whined again, his eyes fluttering. “Please,” he gasped. “I-I need to– please!”
Jimmy’s thrusts stayed steady and deep as he leaned in even closer, lips brushing against Jey’s.
“Ask me right.”
“Can I– Can I please cum?” Jey whimpered. “Please, I’m so close. I can’t– I need it.”
Jimmy’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed his mouth to Jey’s in a slow, deep kiss, swallowing the next shaky sound that left Jey’s throat. His hips kept moving in those long strokes, fucking Jey deep while their mouths stayed locked together.
You kept holding his hand as you watched them kiss. Jey was trembling harder now, his body caught between the overwhelming pleasure and the effort of waiting for permission. Jimmy pulled back from the kiss just enough to rest his forehead against Jey’s again, his voice low and rough against his lips.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “Hold it for me a little longer.”
Jimmy’s pace shifted. He started fucking Jey harder again. The wet, filthy sound of his cock driving into Jey filled the room as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself in Jey over and over.
Even like this, Jey looked so beautiful.
His cheeks were flushed deep, streaked with tears. Sweat glistened on his skin, and his hair was damp and messy against the pillow. His eyes were unfocused, rolling back slightly every time Jimmy’s cock dragged over his prostate. His untouched cock was drooling, a steady stream sliding down his skin and pooling near his navel.
Jimmy’s breathing had gone rough and strained as he kept fucking into him, but his eyes never Jey. He could feel how close Jey was getting. The way his hole kept clenching tighter around Jimmy’s cock. The way Jey’s body was starting to shake harder beneath him.
“Fuck,” Jimmy growled. “You right there, ain’t you? Can feel you squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.”
Jey let out a wrecked, needy sound, nails digging so deep into Jimmy’s shoulder it almost broke skin.
“Please– please, I can’t! I’m gonna– I need to cum–” he babbled, voice cracking. “Can’t hold it. Please.”
Jimmy’s thrusts stayed deep and hard, his own breathing getting heavier as he watched Jey come undone beneath him. Jimmy could feel how close he was too. Jey’s tight, wet hole squeezed around him with every thrust, pulling him closer to the edge.
“Cum,” Jimmy growled. “Cum for me.”
The second the words left Jimmy’s mouth, Jey broke.
His whole body seized up as he came. His back arched sharply off the bed and a loud, broken moan tore out of him as his cock jerked against his stomach. Thick ropes of cum spilled out in heavy spurts, painting across his chest and stomach in messy, hot streaks. Some of it even reached as high as his collarbone. His hole clenched down hard around Jimmy’s cock, squeezing him tight in pulses.
Jimmy groaned at the feeling, his rhythm faltering as Jey milked him.
“That’s it. Shit!” Jimmy rasped, hips snapping forward harder now as he chased his own release. The fluttering of Jey’s hole clenching around him was too much. With a low, rough moan, Jimmy buried himself as deep as he could and came hard, flooding Jey’s hole in thick, hot ropes.
Jey gasped sharply at the feeling– his eyes widening for a second before closing again as Jimmy filled him up. The sensation of being pumped full made another weak spurt leak from his untouched cock.
Jimmy stayed buried deep inside him as he came, his hips still grinding forward in short, shallow thrusts like he was trying to push his cum even deeper.
You stayed right there beside them the entire time, hand still laced with Jey’s. It had started to hurt from how hard Jey had been gripping you, but you didn’t mind. You just kept murmuring soft, soothing words against his temple as his body slowly started to relax.
Jimmy’s forehead dropped to rest against Jey’s again, both of them breathing hard as they came down. Jimmy’s cock was still buried deep inside Jey, and you could see some of his cum was already starting to leak out, messy and hot between them.
Jey looked completely fucked out. Flushed, sweaty, and covered in his own cum, with Jimmy still deep inside him.
You all stayed like that for a little while longer. Jey’s body was still trembling slightly from how hard he’d come, and you could feel the way his muscles kept twitching with the aftershocks. His chest rose and fell in quick, shaky bursts. Every so often, a soft, spent sound would slip out of Jey’s throat, still floating from his high.
Jimmy’s hand was still on the back of Jey’s thigh, thumb brushing slow, absent strokes over his skin, not quite ready to let go yet. His breathing was heavy and warm against Jey’s mouth. They just stayed there, foreheads pressed together, sharing the same air while their bodies slowly came down.
After a minute, Jimmy let out a low, shaky exhale and carefully started to pull out. He did it so slow, trying not to overwhelm Jey any more than he already had. Jey let out a soft sigh at the feeling, his hole fluttering and clenching around nothing once Jimmy was gone. A small trickle of cum slipped out of him almost immediately, warm and messy between his thighs, and Jey’s face twisted slightly at the sensation.
Jimmy leaned down and pressed one last lingering kiss to Jey’s forehead, his lips warm and gentle against his skin. Then he carefully pushed himself up and off the bed. Without a word, he stood up, his movements a little unsteady, and walked out of the room. The sound of his bare feet against the floor faded as he disappeared down the hall.
The second Jimmy was gone, Jey’s expression changed.
His brows pulled together and he let out a small, confused whine. He turned his head toward the doorway, looking for Jimmy, his hand tightening around yours in a sudden, instinctive grip. His body gave an involuntary shiver, like the absence of Jimmy’s weight and warmth had left him feeling cold and untethered.
You immediately leaned in closer, cupping his cheek with your free hand and gently turning his face back toward you. Your thumb brushed slow, soothing strokes over his damp skin.
“Hey,” you murmured softly, voice low and gentle. “It’s okay, baby. He’s coming right back. I promise.”
Jey’s eyes flicked to yours, glassy and a little lost. He leaned into your touch without hesitation, needing the contact to ground him. His breathing was still shaky, and you could feel the slight tremble in his body as he came down from everything that had just happened.
You leaned down and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to his lips. It wasn’t rushed or heated. Just gentle and lingering, your mouth moving against his with quiet care. Jey kissed you back weakly, his lips soft and pliant, like even that small effort took energy he didn’t quite have yet. A whimpered softly when you pulled back, and his eyes fluttered halfway open again.
You didn’t go far. You stayed close, your thumb still moving in comforting circles against his cheek as you watched him. His lips were swollen, his face flushed and streaked with dried tears. His breath fanned warm across your lips, still a little uneven.
He looked so soft and vulnerable like this.
You brushed a few messy curls back from his forehead with your other hand, your touch light and careful.
“He’s just getting something to clean you up,” you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “He’ll be right back. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Jey let out another small, shaky breath and nodded weakly, his eyes slipping shut again for a second. Little aftershocks ran through him every so often. You could feel it where your bodies were still close. His skin was warm and slightly sticky with sweat, and his breathing kept hitching in quiet bursts as he tried his best to settle.
You kept your hand on his cheek the whole time, your thumb moving in gentle strokes over his beard the way you knew he liked. The coarse hair felt soft under your touch, and every time your thumb brushed over it, Jey seemed to melt a little more into the bed.
You could feel how much he was still coming down. The way his muscles kept twitching faintly. The way his breathing hadn’t quite evened out yet. The way he kept leaning into every bit of touch you gave him.
“You’re okay,” you murmured again, quieter this time. “Just breathe for me, baby.”
Jey’s hand stayed loosely wrapped around yours. His grip wasn’t as tight as it had been, but it was still present. His eyes stayed half-lidded, glassy and soft, lips parting around shaky exhales.
A minute later, Jimmy walked back into the room.
He’d pulled on a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips, but his chest was still bare, skin still slightly flushed. In one hand, he carried a warm, damp washcloth, and in the other was a bottle of water with the cap already twisted off. His expression had changed completely. The sharp, intense look from earlier was gone, replaced with something much softer.
He didn’t say anything as he climbed back onto the bed. He just moved slowly, trying not to startle either of you, and gently settled between Jey’s still spread legs. The second Jimmy was close, Jey visibly relaxed. His shoulders dropped, the tension in his body easing almost immediately. He turned his head toward Jimmy with a small, tired sound.
Jimmy started with Jey’s chest and stomach, carefully dragging the warm cloth over his skin in slow strokes. He wiped away the mess of sweat and cum with quiet focus, making sure to be thorough but never rough. Jey watched him, his eyes still teary, hand still loosely holding onto yours.
When Jimmy moved lower, carefully wiping between Jey’s legs, Jey let out a soft sound and his thighs twitched involuntarily. The cloth was warm, but the area was still tender, and the light touch made Jey’s breath hitch. Jimmy immediately slowed down more, his movements becoming even gentler.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice low and soothing as he carefully cleaned him. “I know it’s sensitive. Just try to relax.”
Jey let out another shaky breath but nodded, his body slowly softening again under Jimmy’s careful hands. You could feel the way Jey’s grip on you loosened a little as Jimmy took care of him, like having both of you close was finally letting him fully settle back down.
Jimmy kept his touch light and patient as he finished cleaning between Jey’s legs, making sure not to press too hard. Once he was done, he set the cloth aside and reached for the water bottle again, holding it out toward Jey.
“Here,” he said quietly, his voice still soft. “Sit up for me a little. Drink some water.”
Jey let out a tired sound and with Jimmy’s help, he slowly pushed himself up into more of a sitting position. His body was still a little shaky, and he winced faintly as he moved, but he didn’t complain. Jimmy kept one steadying hand on his back while he brought the bottle to Jey’s lips. Jey drank slowly, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with exhaustion.
You had one hand resting lightly on Jey’s thigh, your hand rubbing soothingly over his skin. Once he’d taken a few good sips, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“I’ll be right back,” you said quietly, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. “I’m just gonna grab you some shorts, okay? You’ll probably feel better once you’re not completely naked.”
Jey turned his head toward you, still looking a little dazed, but he gave a small nod. His voice came out quiet and a little hoarse.
“Okay…”
You stood up from the bed and slipped out of the room, heading down the hall. Behind you, you could hear Jimmy’s low voice murmuring something soft to Jey, though you couldn’t make out the words. When you came back a minute later with a pair of Jey’s soft shorts in hand, the sight that greeted you made something in your chest tighten.
Jey was completely slumped into Jimmy’s side.
His body was heavy and loose, like all the tension had finally drained out of him. His head was resting against Jimmy’s shoulder, face tucked into the curve of his neck. He had one arm loosely wrapped around Jimmy’s middle. His eyes were sleepy, his breathing slow and even now that Jimmy was close. He looked so small like that, curled into Jimmy like he was trying to disappear into him.
Jimmy hadn’t moved much. He was sitting up against the headboard with one arm around Jey’s back, his hand slowly rubbing up and down Jey’s spine. His other hand was resting on Jey’s thigh, thumb brushing absentmindedly over his skin. When Jimmy heard you come in, he glanced up, his expression soft.
Jey didn’t even lift his head. He just made a small, content sound when he realized you were back, but he stayed right where he was, melted against Jimmy’s side like that was exactly where he needed to be.
You walked over to the bed and set the shorts down for a second, reaching out to gently brush your fingers through Jey’s messy curls.
“Hey, baby,” you murmured. “I got your shorts.”
Jey made another soft sound and finally lifted his head just enough to look at you. His eyes were still a little heavy, but he gave you a tiny, tired small. Jimmy helped him sit up a little more so you could carefully help him into his clothes.
Once they were on, Jey immediately slumped right back into Jimmy’s side like he had no plans of going anywhere else. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind. He just wrapped his arm around Jey a little tighter and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
You climbed back onto the bed on Jey’s other side and settled in close, resting your hand on his thigh. Jey reached for it without looking and laced your fingers together, giving your hand a small squeeze.
Jimmy glanced over at you, his voice low and quiet.
“He ain’t really wanna let go when I came back,” he said softly, a little amused but mostly fond. His hand kept moving slowly up and down Jey’s back. “Think he was scared I was gonna leave again.”
Jey made a quiet, embarrassed sound against Jimmy’s shoulder but he didn’t deny it. He just pressed in closer, trying to get as much contact with both of you as possible. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jey’s temple, gently rubbing his thigh.
“We’re not going anywhere,” you murmured. “You’ve got us. Both of us.”
Jey let out a small, content sigh and relaxed even more between the two of you, his body finally fully giving out now. He looked peaceful in a way he hadn’t in days. Not just physically relaxed, but something deeper.
Jey felt claimed.
Not just fucked or used, but wanted. Fully and completely. Like everything he’d been aching for– to belong to both of you, to be seen and kept and loved in every way– had finally clicked into place.
Jimmy’s hand kept brushing slowly along Jey’s back, while your thumb stroked gentle circles over the back of his hand. The room was quiet, warm, and still. For the first time since everything had started to unravel between them, it felt like the three of you were finally steady again.
Jey pressed in a little closer between you both, having no intention of moving anytime soon. Jimmy looked over at you again. He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes said enough. You gave him a small smile in return and leaned in to press one last kiss to Jey’s temple.
Jey let out one final, sleepy little sigh, his body melting further as sleep finally pulled him under.
You are truly one of THEE BEST writers on this app.This is what you call an absolute masterpiece. It was perfect, Starting from the idea, the plots and the smut. YOU ATE THT. I don’t know who you are or where you are but may your pillow always be cold and all your favorite fics get updated.
warning: unprotected sex, possessiveness, cheating, fingering, drunk sex, sex tapes, secret-relationships, pillow talk, oral sex (both m and f receiving), sneaky links, exhibitionism, manipulation, (warnings will update as story progresses)
parings: trinity x jimmy uso x malasia (black!oc) (no one is married in this story!)
inspired by @msbigredmachine !!! <3 for this amazing marvelous piece here xoxo ❤️
the music pumped through malasia's body. that mixed with endless counts of reposado shots? wasn't going to end well. she could feel the room beginning to turn. people jumping up and down all over the place, screaming out sexyy red's lyrics, the heat from the club. it was all damn near suffocating
if i don't get out this bitch, i'm going to fucking faint.
"girl, you good?" trinity yelled out above the music, and slightly less drunker than her.
"yea! i-i just need some air." she stumbled out of the section towards the outside. unaware, of trinity behind her.
trinity and malasia were far from best friends. or even friends. it was trinity's birthday, and wanting to be kind, she invited out malasia.
that was their relationship: practical, transactional. their paths rarely crossed in the apartment—trinity worked nights at a high-end restaurant on ocean drive, while malasia designed websites from their tiny dining room table.
they'd established silent routines: trinity made coffee before bed that malasia would reheat in the morning; malasia would wash any dishes before trinity woke up at noon.
the ad had been simple enough: "roommate needed. 2bed/2bath. south beach. $1100/month + utilities." malasia had responded within minutes of seeing it pop up on craigslist, desperate after her ex-boyfriend had decided their five-year relationship wasn't worth continuing—or helping with rent. she'd attached a brief bio, mentioned she was clean, employed remotely, and needed immediate housing. trinity had responded with equal brevity: "apartment tour thursday. 6pm. don't be late."
they'd spent exactly forty-seven minutes together before trinity handed over a key and a list of house rules. rule #7: "don't expect us to be friends."
"you feeling better?" trinity asked now, leaning against the railing. her birthday crown sat crooked on her braids, catching the neon lights from the club sign.
"yeah. just… went too hard." malasia took a long sip of water. "you didn't have to follow me out here."
"i didn't expect you to invite me tonight," malasia admitted, the tequila still loosening her tongue despite the fresh air.
trinity shrugged, "seemed rude not to. we've been living together for almost a month."
"living together" was a generous description for two people who existed in carefully orchestrated shifts to avoid meaningful interaction. malasia had moved to florida for a fresh start—new city, new people,
new malasia.
but so far, her fresh start consisted of zoom calls, takeout for one, and the occasional awkward nod to trinity in their shared hallway...
"well, h-happy birthday," malasia slurred and offered lamely, suddenly aware of how disheveled she must've looked.
trinity studied her for a moment, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "you know, you're nothing like my last roommate."
who? before malasia could ask, even though she could've cared less, jimmy and jey, jimmy's twin brother, busted outside, "damn, there y'all ass is. y'all wasn't gone say yall left out?" jimmy's voice boomed
"we just needed some air," trinity said, straightening her crown and immediately gravitating toward jimmy. his arm snaked around her waist possessively, but malasia couldn't help noticing how his eyes lingered on her—a fraction too long, a shade too...interested.
"you good, asia?" jimmy asked, his voice dropping an octave lower than when he'd addressed trinity. "looking a little unsteady on them heels."
"i'm fine," malasia managed, though the world still tilted slightly beneath her feet.
the tequila was playing tricks with her equilibrium, but she wasn't so drunk that she couldn't recognize the appreciative way jimmy's gaze traveled from her face down to her silver mini dress and back up again
jey cleared his throat. "yo, trin, that dj just announced they doing birthday shoutouts. you might wanna get back in there."
trinity's face lit up. "for real? hell yeah!" she tugged at jimmy's arm. "baby, come on."
but jimmy was still looking at malasia, that slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face—the same smile she'd seen three days ago when he'd "accidentally" brushed against her in the kitchen, his hand grazing the small of her back as he reached for a glass in the cabinet above her head. when he'd comment on her workout clothes as she passed through the living room.
"what about your roomie?" he asked, thumb brushing trinity's hip bone while his eyes remained fixed on malasia. "she don't look too good."
malasia swallowed hard. the way jimmy looked at her made her skin prickle with a confusing mixture of discomfort and something she refused to name. this was trinity's man—trinity who might not be her friend but who had still invited her tonight, who made coffee she could reheat, who had given her a place to live when she'd had nowhere else to go.
"nah—nah, i'm cool. i'm gonna just head back home." malasia had redirected the conversation back to trinity
trinity hesitated, clearly torn between her birthday spotlight inside and the roommate code she pretended not to care about. "you sure? we could all bounce if you're—"
"nah, baby, it's yo night," jimmy cut in, his voice smooth as butter. "i'll take her home. jey can stay with you, make sure you get all 'em birthday shoutouts."
"no no no," malasia quickly started, "i can call an uber or something. you should stay."
"it's cool," jimmy continued, already pulling his keys from his pocket. "i'll come right back. twenty minutes, tops."
malasia hesitated, her mind a fog of tequila and uncertainty. trinity's eyes narrowed slightly, but the pull of birthday attention was stronger than whatever suspicion flickered across her features.
"fine," trinity finally agreed. "but come right back, jimmy. it's my night." she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, her crown tilting precariously.
malasia gave trinity a small smile—part gratitude, part guilt—as jimmy's hand found the small of her back, guiding her toward the parking lot. she could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress, his fingers splayed wider than necessary.
"this way," jimmy said, his voice close to her ear. the parking lot was a maze of luxury cars and valet attendants rushing between them. jimmy's matte black g-wagon sat in a reserved spot near the entrance, gleaming under the streetlights like some predatory animal
he reached around her to open the passenger door, his chest pressing against her back for a moment longer than required. the leather seat was cool against her bare thighs as she slid in, suddenly aware of how high her silver mini dress had risen. she tugged at the hem, but the metallic fabric refused to cooperate, clinging to her skin.
jimmy walked around to the driver's side, his eyes never leaving her as he slid behind the wheel. the interior smelled of expensive cologne and new leather. he started the engine but didn't put the car in drive, instead turning toward her, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel.
"you good, ma? " his eyes traveled slowly from her face down to where her dress had ridden up again, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. "that dress straight fire on you."
malasia shifted uncomfortably. "thanks. can we just—i really need to get home."
he finally put the car in reverse, backing out of the space with one hand on the wheel, the other resting dangerously close to her knee. the music came on automatically—something slow and explicit that made the already small space feel even more intimate.
"you gotta man?" jimmy asked as they pulled onto the main road, the club's neon lights fading behind them. his question hung in the air between them, heavier than it had any right to be.
"no," she answered, then immediately regretted it. "i mean—i'm not looking for one either."
jimmy chuckled, a low sound that seemed to reverberate through the luxury car's interior. "everybody looking for something, asia." the way he said her nickname—drawing out the syllables—made her skin prickle, "good as you look? somebody fucked up."
at a red light, his eyes drifted to her legs again. "where's your dress from? it's cute, ma." his eyes flicked down to her thighs, his fingers tapped against the leather steering wheel in rhythm with the bass-heavy music.
"some boutique on lincoln road," she mumbled, tugging at the hem again. the dress had seemed perfect when she'd tried it on—sexy but not too revealing. now it felt like shrink wrap under jimmy's gaze.
"you must be making good money with them websites trinity says you design."
the mention of trinity's name sent a flush of guilt across malasia's face. trinity might have been just a roommate. but there was something about the way jimmy's eyes kept finding her in the dark that felt like a violation of something unspoken, something that existed beyond friendship. a roommate code. something.
trinity, who had invited her out tonight when she could have left her sitting alone in their apartment. trinity, who despite their careful dance of avoidance, had never been unkind.
"you quiet, ma," jimmy said, his voice cutting through her thoughts. "that tequila got you in yo feelin's or what?"
"just tired," she lied, pressing herself closer to the door.
her phone buzzed in her clutch. a text from her friend jade back in chicago: "how's the birthday party? meet any cute miami guys yet?" the irony made her stomach churn. or maybe that was the tequila. either way, she left the message unanswered, the blue light of her screen illuminating her guilty expression before she clicked it off.
they turned onto her street, the familiar row of low-rise apartment buildings coming into view. malasia had thought this place beautiful when she'd first arrived.
"i should go," malasia said, fumbling for the door handle. "thanks for the ride."
jimmy's laugh was low, teasingly. "damn, ma. i'm just being friendly. trinity told me you ain't got no friends down here yet."
boy, just go the fuck back to the club.
the observation stung with its accuracy. malasia had spent most of her first month in miami hunched over her laptop, building websites for clients who existed only as email addresses and zoom rectangles.
"i really need to go in," malasia repeated, reaching again for the door handle. this time jimmy pressed the unlock button, the doors clicking open.
she pushed the door open, grateful for the rush of humid night air that hit her face. standing proved more difficult than anticipated; the tequila had settled into her legs, turning them to rubber. her silver heels—borrowed from trinity, she realized with another stab of guilt—wobbled beneath her. the sidewalk tilted dangerously.
before she could stop herself, malasia stumbled, ankle twisting. she braced for impact with the concrete, but instead felt strong hands wrap around her waist, steadying her.
"i gotchu, ma. c'mon." jimmy's voice was close to her ear, his breath warm against her neck. his hands were firm on her waist, thumbs brushing against the exposed skin where her dress had ridden up. "let's get you inside, ight?"
malasia steadied herself, painfully aware of how their bodies fit together, of how trinity would see this if she were here. something about the way jimmy held her felt like a betrayal anyway.
"i can walk," she mumbled, pulling away slightly. but jimmy kept one arm firmly around her waist as they made their way to the building's entrance.
"this yo key?" he asked, plucking her clutch from her hands before she could protest. his fingers brushed against hers, the contact sending an unwelcome spark up her arm.
she watched as he rummaged through her things, finding her keys with unnecessary thoroughness. the elevator ride was seventeen seconds of exquisite torture. jimmy stood too close, his cologne filling the small space.
the apartment door clicked open under her key, the familiar darkness greeting malasia like an accomplice. the silence felt heavy compared to the pounding bass they'd left behind at the club.
"just need to get to my room," malasia said, attempting to disentangle herself from jimmy's grasp, but his arm remained firm around her waist.
"let me help you, ma. them shoes 'bout to be the death of yo ass."
finally breaking free of his hold. she kicked off trinity's silver heels, leaving them haphazardly by the door.
malasia made her way to the kitchen, desperate for water, for distance, for sobriety. the clock on the microwave read 1:37 AM—the green digits swimming before her eyes. she reached for a glass, her fingers trembling slightly.
"let me help you with that, ma." jimmy was suddenly behind her, his chest pressed against her back as he reached around her for the glass. his other hand settled on her hip, fingers splaying wide against the metallic fabric of her dress.
"i got it," she insisted, sliding sideways out of his grasp. "you should get back to trinity. her birthday and all."
jimmy leaned against the counter, watching her fill the glass with water.
"what's the rush? trinity got her whole squad there, her brother too. she cool." he stepped closer, taking the glass from her hand and setting it on the counter. "besides, i told her i'd make sure you got home safe. that's what i'm doing."
malasia took a step back. "well, i'm home now. safe and sound."
"you still looking wobbly to me." jimmy's voice dropped lower, feeling her out "might need to make sure you don't fall and hurt yourself."
"i'm good," she insisted, reaching for her water again. "really. you can tell trinity i made it fine."
jimmy chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "you nervous, asia? don't be like that." his fingers brushed against her hand, attempting to grab it. "we both grown. ain't nothing wrong with two adults getting to know each other better."
"you should go, jimmy." she said, but the words lacked conviction. she knew it. she felt it/
"lemme ask you some, asia." jimmy replied, moving closer.
malasia gripped the counter behind her, the cool granite pressing into her lower back. the kitchen suddenly felt impossibly small, "trinity's your girl. she's back up the club and you need to leave and go back there."
"trinity's my girl, yeah." jimmy nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "but that don't mean i can't appreciate what's standing right in front of me. do it?" his gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering on the curves the silver dress accentuated. "them little ass gym shorts? this little ass dress you got on...i peeped the way you kept tryna see if i was watchin'. you thought you was slick?"
malasia shook her head, trying to clear the fog of tequila and desire that clouded her judgment. she had to admit. when she first met jimmy, she couldn't deny he was sex on legs. but she buried those thoughts so deep out of respect for trinity.
"trinity—" malasia managed to whisper, but even her roommate's name sounded weak on her lips, a feeble protest against the tide rising between them.
"trinity ain't gotta know," jimmy murmured, his breath warm against her face. he was intoxicating in ways the liquor couldn't touch. "this just between us. just tonight."
she became aware at the touch of jimmy's hand coasting towards upwards. the dress slightly moving upwards bunching up on her waist. asia closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder.
she'd been rushing to get ready and grabbed the dress at the last minute. it had a built-in slip that made underwear lines show, and she'd made a split-second decision that seemed harmless—
his foot kicked hers outwards, so his hand could drift between her thighs. she let out a small gasp as his hand covered her slicked pussy.
"that's why you was so careful sitting down," he murmured, his lips now close to her ear. "why you kept pulling at this dress all night."
she let out a small whimper, as his fingers circled over her clit. her body responded to his touch like an instrument perfectly tuned to his hands, each brush of his fingers drawing forth reactions she couldn't suppress.
"look at chu'" he whispered pressing kisses onto her neck, "soaking my fingers, while my girls out celebrating her birthday."
the mention of trinity should have been cold water, should have snapped her back to reality. instead, it added a forbidden edge that only heightened her response. jimmy's fingers circled her most sensitive spot, drawing forth a gasp she couldn't contain.
"jimmy," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "we shouldn't—"
we should.
"but we are, mama," he replied, his voice husky with want. he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and tasting her essence, "goddamn, you taste good as you look. c'mere."
before she could protest further, jimmy bent slightly, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist, the silver dress bunching completely at her hips now, exposing her to the cool air of the apartment and the heat of his body.
"which room is yours?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers, challenging her to stop this, knowing she wouldn't.
malasia hesitated, her last thread of resistance fraying dangerously. "second door on the right," she finally panted, the words feeling like both surrender and victory.
his hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into her flesh with a possessiveness that made her whimper into his mouth; his kisses where deep and consuming.
just like him.
her heart hammered against her ribs with anticipation, as he laid her down on the edge of the bed. her ass nearly just dangling off the edge. her silver dress now nothing more than a metallic band around her waist.
"tell me you whatchu want, mama." he demanded, his voice low and commanding as he unbuckled his belt. the sound of metal clinking sent a shiver down her spine. "say it loud. it's just us."
malasia swallowed hard, caught between desire and the image of trinity that floated at the edges of her consciousness.
trinity in her birthday crown. trinity who had invited her out tonight. trinity whose boyfriend was now standing between her spread legs.
jimmy leaned down, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he captured her mouth in another searing kiss.
when he pushed his pants down his hips, her breath caught audibly. he was magnificent—thick and long, already fully hard. pride gleamed in his eyes at her reaction, at the way her lips parted involuntarily.
he lowered himself between her thighs again, but instead of entering her, he took his length in his hand and began to slide it through her wetness. the sensation sent electric currents racing up her spine—the hot, hard length of him gliding against her pussy, coating himself in her arousal but never pushing inside.
she let out a loud moan, as the base of his dick rubbed against her clit. "fuck," she gasped, her hips rising instinctively to increase the pressure.
"ask me nicely, baby. tell me whatchu want me do, asia." he panted in her ear, pressing hot kisses against her collar bone.
trinity was a thought long gone. the guilt still present in her stomach was intense. she wanted to be rid of it. and jimmy. but how could she when he was laying on top of her about to stretch her right around his dick.
"please.." she finally managed, and regretfully. the words were barely audible.
"please what? hm? what is it?" jimmy pressed further onto her pussy,
"fuck! jimmy, fuck me! oh god—" she let out a gasp as jimmy slid all the way home, burying himself inside, his thick length stretching her in ways that made tears appear at the corner of her eyes. malasia arched beneath him, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
"goddamn," he hissed through clenched teeth, "you tight as fuck."
he established a rhythm that had her clutching at his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin.
each thrust drove her further up the bed until he wrapped his arms around her waist in a bearhug, pulling her back to the edge, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. his muscular forearms flexed beneath her, holding her in place as he drove into her relentlessly.
"that's right, mama. just lay back. you taking this dick so good, asia. so. fucking. good." each word was punctuated with a thrust that hit something deep inside her, something that made her curl her toes and arch her back.
her fingers tangled in his close-cropped hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she held on for dear life.
"jimmy," she gasped, as he hit a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids. "oh my god—"
he shifted his grip, large hands sliding down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the thick soft flesh as he used the leverage to drive deeper into her pussy. obscene sounds of their sexing bouncing off the walls, sounded like a song.
it would go diamond if you heard it.
the silver dress was bunched uncomfortably between them now, the metallic fabric scratching against her sensitized skin. jimmy reached down, yanking it over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly to the floor. her breasts spilled free, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air of the room.
he moved his hands under her knees to push them against the bed. his eyes glued to the image of his dick pressed into her pussy.
she felt a fire building inside her belly. she should've pushed him away. make him go. but the adrenaline pumping in her veins made her lay back and moan his name.
"we shouldn't—" she tried again. wanting to convince herself this was wong...it was wrong. but her protest dissolved into a moan as he circled his hips, grinding against her in a way that made her thighs tremble.
"the way this pussy gripping me? lookin like you dont ever want me leave." he growled, tightening his grip on her ass.
malasia's head fell back, exposing her throat to his hungry mouth. he took advantage immediately, sucking at the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, surely leaving marks she'd have to hide tomorrow. the thought of trinity seeing them sent another conflicted wave of guilt and arousal through her.
jimmy must have seen the flicker of guilt cross her face because he leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that drove all thoughts from her mind. he wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear hug, lifting her slightly off the bed. her breasts pressed against the hard plane of his clothed chest.
"don't think about her," he commanded against her mouth. "think about how good you feelin'."
to emphasize his point, he drove into her harder, deeper, the new angle making her cry out. her arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his close-cropped hair, holding on as he pounded into her. the room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of her wetness accepting him over and over.
malasia couldn't form words, could only respond with desperate moans as pleasure built inside her. jimmy's hands slid down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, controlling her movements, forcing her to take every inch of him.
"this what you been needing, ain't it?" he panted, voice rough with exertion. "this why you been walking around half-naked. wanting me to see you. wanting me to fuck you just like this?"
"jimmy, i can't—i'm gonna—" her words faltered as pressure built low in her belly, a tightening coil of sensation threatening to snap. her pussy latching onto him like a deathtrap wetting him up
"hah, not yet," he commanded, suddenly slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes. "look at me first. i wanna see your face when you cum on my dick."
she forced her heavy lids open, meeting his intense gaze. the raw desire she saw there nearly undid her—how long had it been since anyone had looked at her that way? like she was something to be devoured, something precious and rare?
"that's it. you feel that ma? wanna feel every inch of this pussy." he held himself above her now, arms braced on either side of her head, watching her face with an intensity that made her feel both seen and exposed.
malasia whimpered, her body trembling beneath him as he withdrew almost completely before sinking back in with excruciating slowness. the drag of him against her walls sent sparks shooting up her spine, each nerve ending screaming for more, faster, harder—but jimmy maintained that devastating pace, a half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched her squirm.
"touch y'self for me, baby. give her some attention. she deserves it."
she hesitated. a fleeting moment of shyness washing over her despite their current position. no one had ever asked her to do this—to participate in her own pleasure so explicitly, so visibly.
"don't get shy on me now, ma," he coaxed, his free hand guiding hers downward. "show me how you like it."
her fingers trembled as they slipped between their bodies, finding the slick swollen bundle of nerves where they were joined. the first circle of her fingertips made her gasp, electricity shooting up her spine. jimmy watched, transfixed, as she began to touch herself—hesitant at first, then with growing confidence as pleasure mounted.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "just like that."
the dual sensation was overwhelming—his thick length stretching her while her own touch built a different kind of pressure. her eyes stayed locked to his, as her mouth formed an O shape. tears began to spill from her eyes as her thighs started to shake.
"whose making you feel this good? hm? whose fuckin you right now? you mines, aintchu?"
the possessiveness in his voice should have repelled her. instead, it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her veins, pooling low in her belly where he was buried deep inside her.
"you," she cried out, her nails digging crescents into his shoulders. "you are."
"nah. that ain't enough," slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes that made her squirm beneath him. he slapped her hand away to rub her clit fiercely, "whose pussy is this?"
"it's yours," she sobbed, the guilty admission flooding her center, "'i'm yours, jimmy. please—i need to cum. please, please let me cum."
"that's right," his hips continues their merciless assault on her pussy, until she started to babble incoherently, "lemme feel it, baby. go ahead, pretty girl."
a triumphant smile spread across his face, predatory and satisfied. the pressure in her belly finally snapped in violent waves, flooding jimmy with her arousal. her muscled clenching as jimmy continued his relentless pace.
her vision blurred, pleasure radiating outward from her core in concentric circles that made her toes curl and her fingers twist in the sheets. she heard herself crying out—desperate, broken sounds she barely recognized as her own. her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her inner walls gripping him with each pulse of her release.
"fuck," Jimmy hissed, his rhythm faltering as her body squeezed him. "you feel so fucking good when you cum."
with a final, brutal thrust, jimmy buried himself to the hilt and let go. his rhythm faltering as her body milked him. his body went rigid above her, muscles tensing as he spilled himself inside her with a groan that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul. she could feel each pulse of his release, hot and thick, filling her completely.
for several heartbeats, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the distant hum of the air conditioner, and the faint ticking of the clock on her nightstand. reality hovered at the edges of her consciousness, waiting to crash in.
and then it did.
the clock—3:27 AM. almost an hour and 30 minutes had passed. the tears came without warning, hot and shameful as they slid down her temples into her hair. jimmy lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down at her with an expression that shifted from post-coital satisfaction to something harder, more calculating.
"hey, hey," he whispered, brushing a tear away with his thumb. "c'mon. none of that. you aight, ok? we aight. relax, baby."
"oh god! what did i do, oh my god." malasia cried out into the air. his causal dismissal of her distress only made her tears flow faster, sobs echoing around the room before her hand could catch them.
"shh, these walls thin as hell," jimmy whispered, pressing a hand against her lips. His eyes, so full of desire moments ago, now held something else—more, "don't cry, ma. i gotchu, yea? you felt good? don't cry over some that felt good, ight?"
malasia's tears continued to flow silently beneath his palm. her chest heaved with the effort of containing her sobs, guilt and shame swirling together. jimmy removed his hand slowly, watching her carefully to ensure she wouldn't start wailing again.
she turned her face away, shame burning through her chest. "trinity—"
"don't think about that right now," jimmy interrupted, gently turning her face back toward him. his thumb traced the outline of her bottom lip. "just think about how nice it felt. how perfect we fit t'gether."
his words washed over her like a balm, soothing the ragged edges of her conscience. she wanted to believe him—that this hadn't been just a terrible mistake, a betrayal born from loneliness.
he withdrew from her body with careful movements, and she winced at the sudden emptiness, at the warm trickle of their combined fluids running down her thighs and onto the edge of her comforter.
"don't move," he stated before fixing himself up. she watched through tear-blurred vision as he tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his shirt. he turned to leave the room—more than likely to the bathroom.
jimmy returned with a warm, damp washcloth, kneeling beside the bed. he leaned down to flick his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her one last time, as the towel swiped against her tendered area. he cleaned their combined release from her inner thighs, from between her folds, his touch clinical yet somehow special.
jimmy's movements were practiced—too practiced, a distant part of her mind noted.
"lift up," he murmured, helping her sit upright on the edge of the bed. he moved off the bed towards her closet with a casual confidence; he knew she wouldn't question him or...this anymore.
at least for tonight.
he picked out a plain oversized shirt and a pair of panties to dress her in. he returned to her, bunching the fabric in his hands before easing it over her head. he guided her arms through the sleeves with surprising tenderness. the shirt fell to mid-thigh, covering her nakedness but not the memory of what they'd done.
he lifted one ankle, then the other, sliding the underwear over her feet, then up her calves, her knees. his fingers brushed against the tender skin of her inner thighs as he pulled the fabric higher.
"lift," he said again, and she raised her hips, allowing him to settle the cotton against her still-sensitive flesh.
when he finished, he remained kneeling between her legs, looking up at her with an expression she couldn't decipher. his hands rested on her knees, thumbs tracing small circles on her skin.
"you good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.
malasia nodded, though she was anything but good. her body hummed with satisfied pleasure while her mind screamed with regret.
"lemme getchu' some water," jimmy said, rising from his position between her knees.
she watched him move through her darkened bedroom with the confidence of someone who belonged there—not a visitor, not an intruder, but someone claiming space.
when he returned, he cradled the back of her head like she was something fragile, something precious, as he held the glass to her lips. the water was cool against her throat, washing away the taste of tequila and regret. his thumb wiped away a droplet that escaped the corner of her mouth, then lingered there, tracing the outline of her bottom lip.
"you still crying?" he asked, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. In the faint light filtering through her curtains, his eyes looked almost tender.
malasia shook her head, though she could still feel the dampness on her cheeks. "I'm just…" the words wouldn't come. how could she explain the hurricane inside her? the way her body still hummed with pleasure while her conscience screamed in protest?
jimmy set the glass down and took her face in both hands, his palms warm against her tear-stained cheeks, "you good. we good. this stays between us, yeah? our little secret. it's gone be trinity and me, but that don't mean it can't be me and you, too. ight?"
she was unable to form words around the lump in her throat.
how could she agree with his sick lullaby?
jimmy leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. despite every warning bell clanging in her mind, malasia found herself responding. the kiss deepened, his hand sliding from her chin to cradle the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as she kissed him with just as much passion.
time seemed to stretch and compress simultaneously—the kiss could have lasted seconds or hours, malasia couldn't tell.
"i can't," she whispered, but even as she said it, her body betrayed her—leaning into his touch, craving more of the connection that had left her so thoroughly undone.
"you already did, mama." jimmy reminded her, his voice a silken caress. "and you liked it. you wanted it. we both wanted it and we both know that."
the moment felt like it should've belonged to lovers, not to whatever tangled, illicit thing they had just created.
"i gotta get back," he murmured, though he made no move to leave. his fingers traced idle patterns on the bare skin of her thigh where her oversized shirt had ridden up. "trinity's probably wondering where i'm at."
with me...
malasia nodded, but her hands betrayed her, fingers still clutching his shirt. the thought of him leaving—of being alone with what they'd done—sent a wave of panic through her chest. the room would feel too empty, too full of echoes and implications.
he gave her a small kiss, before turning to leave. after he closed her room door, she waited until she heard the front door lock before laying down and finally crying to herself. after what felt like hours, she lifted her phone to see another text from jade, and an instagram notification.
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j.us.im has sent you a friend request.
j.us.im: she's staying with me t'night.
j.us.im: taking her to her girls place tomorrow.
j.us.im: can't stop thinking about you now ma. don't matter what you tell yoself.
j.us.im: you ain't going no where.
what did she get herself into?
heyyyy, everyoneeee.
this one????….its intense. it’s gonna be intense. 🙂↕️ i can’t get enough of a nice toxic trope. but dw. ill be continuing the valentines day writings still. so we’ll get some sweet-ish too😜.
i’ve been going crazy yall. college is draining me. but my spring break is upon us. so i’ll finally get a chance to relax.
summary: Jey loses King of the Ring to Oba Femi in controversial fashion, leaving him feeling robbed and frustrated.
The arena had emptied hours ago.
The chants were gone.
The cameras were packed away.
Even the production crew had started tearing everything down.
Jey sat alone in the locker room, still in his gear.
One boot was untied.
The other hadn’t been touched.
The TV in the corner replayed the finish for what felt like the hundredth time.
There it was.
The sleeper.
Oba’s hand hitting Jey’s arm.
Once.
Twice.
Three—
The replay cut away before Jey reached over and switched the TV off.
The silence that followed was somehow worse.
He dropped his head into his hands.
“I had him…”
It came out barely above a whisper.
“I swear I had him.”
The locker room door creaked open.
Jimmy peeked in.
“You still here?”
Jey didn’t answer.
Jimmy sat beside him.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Finally Jey let out a shaky laugh.
“You know what’s messed up?”
Jimmy looked over.
“I ain’t even mad at Oba.”
Jimmy nodded.
“I know.”
“He did what he was supposed to do.”
Jey swallowed.
“…I’m mad because for one second…”
He looked down at his taped hands.
“…I let go.”
Jimmy frowned.
“What?”
“I thought the bell was coming.”
“I felt him tapping.”
“I eased up.”
“Half a second.”
“That’s all.”
Jimmy sighed.
“You don’t know if—”
“I do.”
Jey cut him off.
“I know what I felt.”
His voice cracked.
“And now everybody’s gonna say I got folded.”
Jimmy rested a hand on his shoulder.
“You know they ain’t.”
⸻
Hours later…
The hotel room was dark except for the light from Jey’s phone.
Sleep wasn’t happening.
He opened Twitter.
Big mistake.
His name was trending.
He sighed.
“Here we go…”
The first post was the replay.
Again.
He kept scrolling.
“Oba definitely tapped.”
“Ref was staring right at them. Ain’t no way.”
Another.
“Jey got robbed.”
Then another.
“All those warning shots… and the gun jammed on his ass.”
Jey actually laughed.
A proper laugh this time.
“…Man.”
He kept scrolling.
The jokes didn’t stop.
“Brock Lesnar GPS broke.”
“Everybody waiting for Brock like he missed his flight.”
“Triple H had us believing for nothing.”
He shook his head.
“Y’all ain’t right.”
Then the tweets changed.
The memes disappeared.
One fan had posted a picture of him sitting against the barricade after the match.
Caption:
“He looked heartbroken.”
Another.
“Y’all better stop calling him washed. Dude leaves everything in that ring every single time.”
Another.
“Jey lost, but I’m still rocking with him.”
His thumb slowed.
He read every word.
Then one tweet made him stop completely.
“The saddest part wasn’t him losing. It was the way he looked when he realized there wasn’t gonna be a bell.”
Jey stared at the screen.
Whoever wrote that…
They got it.
They understood exactly what had happened inside his head.
Not the finish.
The moment before it.
The moment he’d thought—
“I did it.”
His throat tightened.
He locked his phone and tossed it onto the bed.
A few seconds later…
He picked it right back up.
One last scroll.
One last tweet.
“Win or lose… Main Event Jey Uso will always have us. YEET.”
Jey leaned back against the headboard and let out a slow breath.
He tapped the like button.
Didn’t reply.
Didn’t quote it.
Just liked it.
Outside, the city was quiet.
Inside, the loss still stung.
It probably would tomorrow too.
Maybe next week.
Maybe every time he watched the replay.
But somewhere between the jokes…
The arguments…
And thousands of strangers defending him…
He realized something.
He hadn’t lost the crowd.
Not even close.
He set his phone on the nightstand.
A small smile crossed his face.
“Love y’all too.”
For the first time all night…
He turned the light off.
And finally tried to sleep.
( I feel like Jey should’ve won that. The submission made it look like Oba tapped and the finish just didn’t hit right. Even without Brock getting involved, that felt like his moment. I get why some fans say he’s overhyped, but he’s been really over with the crowd. Maybe they’re just setting him up for something bigger later.) That’s just my 2 cents tho.
Summary: The locker room thought it was just a joke. Jey saw it as proof that even the people around him never truly believed in his rise to the top.
Jey should’ve known something was off the second the chatter died the moment he pushed open the locker room door.
Twenty pairs of eyes locked on him like he’d walked in on a funeral. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
“…What?” he asked, voice low.
No one answered. Just that heavy, suffocating quiet.
Then, like someone flipped a switch, everyone suddenly had somewhere else to look. Conversations sputtered back to life. A laugh cracked too loud, too forced. Sami’s hand slipped something—a deck of cards—into his backpack a little too quick.
Jey narrowed his eyes. “Aight… y’all actin’ real strange.”
Jimmy snorted from the far bench, but it sounded hollow. “Been sayin’ that for years, Uce.”
Jey chucked a towel at him anyway. The room loosened up after that. Or at least pretended to.
For the next week, the little things kept piling on.
Guys who barely nodded at him in the hallway were suddenly asking how his day was. Somebody left him a fresh coffee on the bench with his name on it. Another dude offered up the last protein bar like it was some sacred gift. Even Kevin Owens—Kevin fucking Owens—stepped aside at catering and told him to go ahead.
Jey wasn’t stupid. The questions were worse.
“So… you ready for next week?”
“You nervous at all?”
“Think you got what it takes to keep it going?”
He brushed it off at first. Just locker room talk. But by Friday the weight of it sat in his gut like spoiled food. They weren’t hyping him up. They were studying him. Like they were waiting for the exact moment he’d break.
It all came crashing down after SmackDown.
Jey had forgotten his wrist tape in the trainers’ room. When he came back to grab it, the voices hit him before he even turned the corner.
“…I’m sayin’ two more weeks, tops.”
“Nah, man. He’s tough but not that tough.”
“Three, easy.”
“I got next Friday.”
Cash slapped down on the bench. Laughter followed, sharp and ugly.
Jey froze in the doorway.
“What y’all betting on?”
The silence that dropped was violent.
Every head turned. Jimmy looked sick. Sami rubbed the back of his neck like it burned. Kevin stared holes into the ceiling. CM Punk just kept sipping his coffee, eyes sharp.
Nobody spoke.
Jey folded his arms, jaw tight. “Well?”
Jimmy swallowed. “You tell him, man.”
Sami pointed at Cody. “You.”
Cody shook his head fast. “Hell no.”
Punk sighed like the whole thing bored him, stood up, and snatched the folded paper off the bench. He walked it right over to Jey.
“Congratulations, kid.”
Jey took it. His name was scrawled across the top in big black letters.
THE JEY BET
He scanned the list. Names. Dates. Amounts. How long they thought he’d last in the King of the Ring tournament. Most of them had him flaming out early. Real early.
His stomach twisted hard.
Not because they were betting. Hell, wrestlers bet on everything. But because they all smiled at him every week, slapped his back, called him Uce… and then went behind his back and put cold money on him failing.
He let out a short, bitter laugh that didn’t sound like him at all.
“So y’all really sat here putting money on me losing?”
“It ain’t like that—” Cody started.
“It’s exactly like that,” Jey cut him off.
Kevin stood up slowly. “Look, it started as a dumb joke—”
“A real stupid one,” Sami muttered.
Jimmy nodded, eyes guilty. “It just… got outta hand.”
Punk leaned against a locker, watching like it was a TV drama. “It turned into a whole conversation.”
Jey’s eyes snapped to him. “You in this too?”
Punk smirked. “I got you making the finals. Hundred bucks.”
Jey checked the paper. There it was.
He should’ve felt something good about that. He didn’t.
Jimmy cleared his throat. “I picked you to win it all, man.”
Jey looked at his twin, voice flat. “You my brother.”
Jimmy’s shoulders dropped. “…Yeah. Exactly.”
A few weak chuckles broke the tension, but they died fast.
Jey sat down heavy on the bench, paper still crumpled in his fist. The room felt smaller. The air thicker.
“I ain’t even mad about the money,” he said quietly.
Nobody dared interrupt.
“I’m mad ‘cause half y’all look me in my face every single week. Laugh with me. Eat with me. Then go home and bet against me like I ain’t shit.”
The silence that followed hurt worse than any spear he’d ever taken.
Cody finally broke it, voice low. “I didn’t bet ‘cause I wanted you to lose. I bet ‘cause this business breaks your heart if you let it. Happy endings… they’re rare, Jey.”
Kevin nodded, staring at the floor. “Same.”
Sami looked like he wanted to disappear. “Yeah.”
Jimmy sat down next to him, close enough their shoulders touched. “I picked you to win ‘cause you’re my twin. Blood.”
He bumped Jey’s arm gently.
“But if I wasn’t?”
Jey met his eyes.
Jimmy looked away first. “I don’t know, Uce.”
That one cut deepest. Honest. No bullshit. No fake rah-rah. Just the raw truth his own brother couldn’t even lie about.
Jey folded the paper and shoved it deep into his bag.
“You know what?” he said, standing up slow.
Everybody waited, braced.
“I’m keeping this.”
Punk raised an eyebrow. “Motivation?”
Jey’s smile was small, sharp, and didn’t reach his eyes.
“Nah. So when I prove every single one of y’all wrong, I know exactly who owes me.”
Laughter broke out again—relieved, nervous. Jimmy pulled him into a half-hug. “There he is.”
But even as the room loosened up, Jey felt the paper burning a hole in his bag. Every match after that, the crowd noise faded. The lights, the cameras, the pyro—they all blurred.
All he saw was that wrinkled sheet covered in their handwriting. Every doubt. Every low expectation. Every dollar they put on his failure.
By the time the tournament was over, that paper was still there, buried at the bottom of his bag. Not because he needed the reminder anymore.
But because one day, when someone asked what finally lit the fire in him, he’d pull it out, hold it up, and say with a tired smile that still carried the ache:
“It started with a bet.”
Feel free to leave requests. I’m in a creative Block. LOL. YEET
Summary: Dr. Tessa Carver, WWE’s head physician, knows better than to get involved with talent. So when Jey Uso finally asks her for coffee Thursday night and she says yes.
She never makes it to Thursday.
The night before their date, Tessa is attacked in the arena parking lot by a man in Jey’s black hoodie and a black ski mask, speaking in Jey’s voice.
Every piece of evidence points to Jonathan Fatu. The security footage shows his hoodie. Witnesses heard his voice. His hoodie is found dumped at the scene. And he was the last person seen near Medical that night.
Even Tessa’s own memory is working against him — she heard his voice. She felt his hoodie. But she never saw his face.
Jey swears he’s innocent. Swears someone stole his hoodie and is setting him up. But Tessa Carver isn’t a fan, she’s a doctor. She deals in facts, not feelings. And right now, the facts say the man who asked her to coffee might be the one who left her bleeding on the concrete.
Now she has to decide: Is she being played, or is someone else using Jey’s voice to destroy them both?
Because the real attacker is still out there...
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings: Dark, violence against both women and men
Author's Note: Hey guys! I can't swear I'm fully back yet, but I've been playing around with story ideas and just thought I'd toss this out there for y'all to see if there is any interest. Does this sound good to anyone? If so, I'll get to posting asap!
