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Darry was used to being in charge. Tonight, he wasnt.

"What, don't ya' trust me?" Two-bit flashed a grin, tongue sticking out behind his tooth gap.

Darry stared up at the fully clothed boy above him, who had stripped Dar of his clothes.

This was a bad idea.

Bad bad idea.

Darry just nodded. "..'course I fuckin' trust ya'."

Two-bit's grin grows, and he moves with mechanical precision, running his right hand up and down Darry's thigh, his left hand holding the candle.

Two-bit tilts the candle a bit before pausing. "If ya' don't like it- tell me ta' fuck off, okay? Remember, if ya' say stop, I'll stop." Two-bit said, making Darry roll his eyes at him hesitating despite starting this.

"Alright- hurry Keith."

Darry demanded, still keeping that dominance in him. Two-bit sighed but slowly letting the wax drip onto Darry's stomach, listening to the low groan emit from his fuck buddies lips.

His hand trailed off of Darry's thigh, guarding the wax from dripping into his pubes, but other than that, just let it drip.

"Fuck, you look so good like this..." Two-bit mumbled as he poured more of the off-white wax up his stomach, to his chest.

Darry let out another groan, hips twitching, his head flopping to the side and eyes shutting, hiding in the pillow.

The olders hands fisted the sheets below him, questioning how he even got into this situation. "Glory, Keith, that feels good..."

He mumbled, focusing on his breathing and not how much his erection hurt from going untouched.

Two-bit smiled, like always. His right hand trailed the others body, mostly caressing his v-line in a way that made Darry buck his hips and whine to be touched.

Two-bit's dominant hand, hoing the candle, found it's way down to Darry's thighs. He was hesitant at first, but let little drops pour onto his lovers thighs.

Darrel let out an audible moan, quickly getting embarrassed and biting down in his bottom lip. Two-bit's tongue darted out to lick his lips when he saw how the odlers cock let out little drops of precum.

Wax dripped down Darry's spread thighs, and Two-bit watched in fascination. He brought his lips down to kiss the skin around the quickly drying wax.

When he brought his head back up he felt a surge of confidence. "Hey, big man. Stop with that lip bitin'," he said, his tone commanding but not rude.

"It's hot an' all, but yer moans are much better." He adds, putting emphasis on much.

Another groan, now of annoyance, left the bottoms mouth. "Shut up, Mathews." His words were quickly followed by a moan as Two-bit poured more wax than before down his thighs.

The more waxed poured, the louder Darrel's moans got, till he was begging to be touched.

"Keithhh," the usual stoic faced older whined. "C'mon.. just touch me."

He begged, Two-bit grinning like a mad man as he poured wax at the skin around Darry's nipples.

Two-bit let out an animated giggle before humming, a tune familiar, even if it's one note, one Two always did when pretending to be considering something.

"Well, since yer askin' so nicely, I guess I could a little?"

Darry let out an audible sigh of relief. "But'cha gotta look at me."

He added, getting another disappointed groan. Darry hesitantly looked up at his friend, eyes glazed over and face a red blushing mess, his bottom lip was red and puffy from biting it and definitely has some blood on it from how aggressively he'd kept it between his teeth.

The younger had a shit eating grin on his blushing face, but that was typical. He quickly set the near empty candle he had bought just for this down on the side table, his left hand flicking right back over to Darry. His fingers wrapped around Darrel's cock without warning.

When a choked out mix of a moan and a sob left Darry's throat, Two-bit had to keep himself from saying any of the horribly horny things that entered his mind.

When Two-bit took to long admiring the scene below him, Darry, long lost of his shame, immediately started bucking his hips to seek some sort of release, snapping Two-bit out of his trance, plopping his right forearm across the others hips.

"Give me a second big guy- was admirin' the sight- I'll get to it." He joked, his hand instantly starting to pump Darry's penis.

And eriotic noise escaped his throat once again, and Two-bit thrived in it, speeding up his movements, bringing his mouth down as he sensed Darry getting closer.

Not like he had to guess, as Darry always announced it just in case. "F-fUCkk, Keithhh, I'm gonna-..." He lets out another moan, interrupting himself.

"Go on, cum for me." Two-bit said, blowing air on the tip of Darry's member, the cooling precum getting hit with the air sending a sensation through Darry's body that's so intense he can't help but arch his back and cry out in pleasure.

A mouth wraps around him and he lets it all out, cum filling Two-bit's mouth, the younger greedily consuming it all.

Darry pants and looks back down at Two, who's eyes never left the others. He makes a little face of disgust. "Ew- Keith, gross"

He says in disgust, Two-bit just like his lips like Darrel's cum was the tastiest thing he's ever had. Darry attempts to sit up, only to be reminded of the wax on his body, letting out a whimper, not entirely of pain.

"Oh. Right, c'mon Superman, I'll clean ya' up!" Two-bit said, popping his p's as Darry sighed taking hold of his best friends hand.

Maybe that wasn't as bad of an idea as he thought.

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Two-bit layed on Darry's bed, looking at the tired man get changed.

While Darrel decided on wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, he seemed hesitant to wear a shirt, considering it was starting to warm up in Tulsa and he already had a fan on in his room.

"Move."

Darry told Two-bit, who promptly let out an annoyed groaned but rolled over to the right side of the bed anyways. He was SO bored.

The man sat down in the left side of the bed, the bed dipping from the weight of the larger man.

Two-bit rolled onto his left side, looking at Darry, shirtless, putting on his reading glasses and kicking his legs under the blanket, then picking up a book he had been reading that week, opting to ignore his best friend bored and pleading look. He knew what Two wanted, just wasn't going to give it to him that easy.

However, the ginger knew that. Darry's was still a bit annoyed from the last time they were intimate, seeing as Two-bit was a bit.. 'aggressive' in the aftercare. Do not let Keith Mathews help get candle wax off of you.

While Darry's eyes were glued to his book, he felt a precense closer to him, until he felt the youngers covered torso against his shoulder.

Then, hands. Two-bit could never keep his hands to himself. Darrel felt his face warm up as he felt his abs get traced with a pointer finger, the other hand resting on his pecs.

He looked over at Two-bit, who had a large, wanting grin on his face. Darry scoffed and rolled his eyes, but then felt then hands taken off of him and his book knocked off to the side.

"Keith."

Darry warned, looking at the other who thankfully had enough sense to but Dar's bookmark in his book before setting it down. Two-bit went to take off Darry's reading glasses, hesitated, then decided against it.

He's made it known that he likes how Darry looks with them on.

Darry made a "tsk" noise.

Bodies were moved, Two-bit sitting on top of Darry's thighs now, hands back on Darry's chest. "Glory, Dar, ya got yer'self a nice set of man-tits!" Two-bit said a bit to loudly through a grin, making Darry gasp and quickly bring a hand up to cover Two's mouth, who just let out a muffled laugh.

"Shut up!" Darry said, embarrassed. "My brothers are home."

That made Two-bit sigh and roll his eyes, but lick at Darry's hand so he'd pull away. "Okay- okay, I'll be quieter, I swear."

He promise. The bigger struggled to believe him, but had no choice, wiping off his hand on his bed sheets in disgust.

Two-bit continued to fondle with Darry's 'man-tits,' seemingly fascinated in the others chest. Dar felt his face flush red, looking at Two's face, who's eyes were set on Dar's pecs.

Suddenly, he moved a hand to pinch Dar's right nipple, making the older quietly yelp then whimper. "Okay, fuck off." Darrel asked, though he was seemingly trying to hide how he liked it.

The other sighed again, but and idea popped in his head. "Fine, but I'm not done with them."

The eager curly-headed ginger decided, scooting off of Darry's legs, sitting at his side and yanking away the man's sweatpants, getting another quiet yelp from Darry, who's right hand shot up to cover his mouth, left hand fisted in the sheets below.

Happily, Two-bit yanked off Darry's boxers as well without warning, making Darry scoff behind his hand but just accept it.

"Glory..."

He mumbled, Two being far to eager in his eyes. Darry looked at his friend, eyes examining the others clothes covered body, his boots and leather coat surprisingly off, discarded on the floor somewhere, but still in his jeans and sleeveless Mickey Mouse top.

Darrel suddenly felt a bit vulnerable, fully nude, eyes darting over to the door that he had thankfully locked out of instinct earlier.

A pair of rough, calloused, large male hands started feeling his thighs, fondling the muscley limbs, interest being found in them. Suddenly, Two-bit spread Darry's legs, getting another muffled yelp out of Darry, but he ignored it and settled between the olders thighs.

He fucked his head down, getting a muffled gasp from Darry, and kisses started to trickle on his thighs. There was a bite here, a hickey there, but Two-bit was not going easy on Darry's thighs.

"Fuck Dar- shit, how're ya' so pretty, man." He said with a grin, panting a bit from basically suffocating himself between Darry's thighs, making sure every inch had a bite or hickey on them. Well, fuck him, seems like he can't wear shorts for the first few weeks of summer.

Then, Two-bit seemed to have a brilliant idea, to him at least. "I have an idea, wait." He declared, reaching over into Darry's drawer in his nightstand, one he never lets people in for.. reasons.

He fumbled a bit, the only light being from the lamp which also created shadows, hand hitting books and an empty box of cigarettes once before he pulled out the lube, almost slamming the drawer shut then stopping himself, taking time to make sure it wasn't loud so Darry's brothers didn't come checking why he was slamming shit.

Unprompted, Darry had cold lube pited on his thighs, getting a groan and a whimper out of him, muffled by his hand. He took his hand off his mouth and looked at his love making partner with a glare, who just sheepishly grinned.

"Calm down, Superman."

He then took no time to pull down his jeans and boxers, kicking them off and onto the floor somewhere, despite not liking whenever he was fully nude. So, the best he got was keeping his shirt on, which he would've done if Darry didn't stop him and yank it off the shorter male.

Two frowned but didn't complain, just let himself lather his own cock up in lube, then grabbing Darry's lower legs and throwing them over his shoulders with surprising strength.

He shut Darry's thighs, which gave Darry the hint to keep them closed, before he lined himself up with them, pushing between the flesh with a groan, muffled by him biting his bottom lip in an actual attempt to keep quiet.

"Yer' such a damn weirdo, Two." Dar mumbled, though he couldn't help but blush at how much attention Two-bit gave his thighs.

The younger grinned wildly. "Ya' love it, though." Not even a question, just stated like he already knew it was the truth.

Two-bit slowly started thrusting his hips, whining and whimpering and biting his bottom lip so hard it bled, clearly enjoying this.

But he knew Darry wasn't getting much out of it, so, he brought his unlube covered hand up to Darry's chest again, fondling with Darry's stiff chest, most importantly his nipples, which made Darry cover his mouth again before just laying down, grabbing a pillow and covering his face to muffle himself.

A frown splayed across Two-bit's face, upset he couldn't see his best friends face during this, but he decided he could deal with it. Especially since it meant Darry wouldn't know his next move.

His hand left Darry's chest, who let out a sigh, it's job instead being to hold Darry's legs up still. His lube covered hand was no longer useless, wrapping around Darry's neglected cock, making Darry let out a choked out and muffled sob once he finally got something more than nipple stimulation.

"Shit-..." He whined into the pillow, digging his face into it.

Two-bit's pace sped a little, matching the consistent strokes he was giving Darry's penis.

Eventually, Two-bit started to get a bit loud despite his best efforts, biting his lip so hard the bleeding wouldn't stop, putting his face against Darry's knee to silence himself. His hips thrusted erratically, eventually stopping at a holy as he let out a quiet moan, cum shooting across Darry's stomach and penis.

His pace on Darry's cock faltered for under a second before he quickly started up again, done riding his high, instead speeding up in jerking off Darrel.

His thumb running across Darry's slit is what set it off, cum shooting out of Darry's dick, followed by a low moan heavily muffled by the pillow across his face.

Darry really needs to stop letting Two-bit try all these new things, since they both seem to be enjoying it far to much.

After much panting is done, Two-bit extracts himself from between Darry's legs, a gross peeling noise being made from the drying lube and sticky release all over them.

He made a face, grossed out, looking around then grabbing some random rag that was hopefully clean, wiping off both men.

They were quiet a bit before Darrel spoke the silence. "Yeah.. I do love it." He said in response to Two-bit's earlier retort, just to get a prideful smile from the boy.

They both quickly dressed, finding themselves to both be worn out, considering that once Two-bit slid back into bed, not bothering to put anything but his boxers and shirt on, they both knocked out.

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Two-bit isn't sure how he got into this situation, but he knew he liked it.

It was another night, a Friday, but no one else was home. Johnny, Pony, and Dal were off at the drive in. Steve and Soda were at some party.

And Darry and Two-bit were in Darry's bed. Again.

The ginger popped up from his spot, mouth disconnecting from Darry's cock with a popping noise. Darry would've made a comment about Two-bit being cross for swallowing as the cum, but he was still to busy recovering.

It had been a while since they last did anything, and Darry just doesn't jerk off, so, he's been backed up. Of course, Two-bit had to fix that by giving him the best head he could imagine.

Still clothed, Two-bit grinned, sitting back on his heels and stretching, pulling Darry's underwear and sweatpants back up. He rolled over next to the bare nude Darrel, satisfied with his work.

Darry's head lolled to the side, looking at Two-bit, eyebrows furrowing.

See, Darry's noticed recently that Two-bit has a habit of making sure Darry finished, but never himself. Even if Two-bit was just fine ignoring his neglected hormones, Darry was not.

"Take your clothes off, we're not done." Darry suddenly said, making Two-bit look over with an eyebrow cocked.

Dar looked at him expectantly, then rolled his eyes and moved the two of them, putting Two in the middle of the end, despite the man's protests at getting manhandled, unbuckling the fingers belt and yanking his jeans off.

Two-bit gasped. "Glory- calm down." Keith joked, ignoring the way how turned on he got at Darry's ability to move the man not much smaller than Dar without struggle.

There was a pause as Darry took his time to run his rough hands over Two-bit's pudgy thighs, seemingly interested. He wasn't entirely sure what he was gonna do, he's never been good at blow jobs, but he knows, from his highschool years, he's always been good at eating out and fingering. Girls AND boys. What can he say? He got around in highschool.

He smiled a bit to himself, moving to tank off Two's shirt as well, then his boxers, reaching over and grabbing the lube, leaving Two-bit completely in the dark about what he was gonna do.

He would usually settle for saliva, since lube isn't the cheapest, but he guess he has to make this feel good.

Lube was slathered over Darry's fingers, Two-bit peopped up on his elbows, watching in curiosity.

The older spread his friends legs apart, positioning his pointer finger to Two-bit's hole, his left hand, left alone, settled on Two-bit's thigh, softly caressing it.

"Relax, let me take care of you."

He simple said to the redhead, who looked skeptical but shrugged it off, letting Darry slowly put a finger in him, adjusting easily.

The finger was slowly pumped inside of him, soft but quiet pants leaving his mouth as he felt the large, rough finger slowly massage his insides.

After a few minutes, Darry introduced another finger, slowly moving them in and out as well, scissoring his fingers inside the other. Darry was focused on his craft, which made Two-bit thankful because he felt like an idiot right now.

He didn't have time to linger on it as Darry chose to curl his fingers, making Two-bit let out a moan, surprised but craving the feeling again. "Shit..." The younger mumbled.

Darry couldn't help but let a smug look wash over his face, listening to his fuck buddies moans with interest.

Darry thought about it a moment, the had an idea. "Can.. can I try something?"

A question. Two-bit raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a curious head tilt. "Uh- go ahead." He said with genuinely no resistance.

Darry nodded, having to pry his eyes away from the others face, slowly but surely introducing another finger, pumping them in the man. Darry felt himself focusing on what he was doing again, moving his fingers in and out of the other in a regular pattern, basking in the sounds of whimpers and moans exiting Two-bit's mouth.

He introduced a fourth finger, slowly, his four fingers curled in on each other, Two-bit's moans getting louder and more needy each time Darry hit that special spot inside of him, feeling fuller and fuller the deeper Darry's hand fisted him.

"Glory, ya' sound so damn pretty..." Darry praised Two-bit, who was no longer holding himself up, hands next to his head, clutching to the pillow for dear life.

He tried to respond, really did, but it came out as a bunch of jumbled words mixed with moans.

"I- hah.. nGhfucKkDarry..!"

Darry was convinced that was the hottest thing he's ever heard.

He was careful, making sure not to hurt Two-bit, glad his nails are always clipped short. He couldn't help but fele proud, making Two-bit feel so good with just his hand.

His thumb softly massaged the skin between the balls and asshole, fingers pounding into Two-bit, fast, aggressive, always curling in to hit the g-spot to get another string of moans out of Two's mouth.

"Fuckshitdamnit- Darry I'm gonna c-cu, fuck!" He could even get his sentence out, drooling lightly, eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gets fucked with a hand like some damn muppet.

Darry smiled softly, slowly muttering praise like; "C'mon, let it out for me" and "You're doing so good."

Usually, Two-bit prefers getting called names, but Darry being uncharacteristically soft while practically fisting him was so attractive he couldn't help but finally burst at his words.

A loud, helpless, whiny moan was forced out of Two-bit's throat as cum splattered across his stomach, Darry's hand gradually slowing down, helping him ride out his high before softly being taken out of the other, who was high on sex and panting.

Darry couldn't be bothered to comment about Two-bit's condition or wipe off his hand let, just staring at Two-bit with subtle admiration from how attractive his fucked out face was.

"That was great, honey."

Huh. Pet names, Darry's never called Two-bit honey before, but he couldn't be bothered to ask about it yet.

Darry kissed Two-bit's shaking thighs and hips as he waited for his ginger to come down from his high.

"Let's go shower, yeah?" Darry suggested with a chuckle, to which Keith just nodded, letting himself get carried to the bathroom.

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Darry didn't really notice this was a setup.

All day it had been hot, the gang have been out playing football or just doing whatever came into mind all day.

And Two-bit seemed to always be giving Darry more and more water. Always having a bottle, always open to sharing with Darry. Hell, Darry was sure he'd drank more water in one day than he had the whole month.

But there was a problem, every time Darry tried to go piss, Two-bit somehow distracted him from doing so.

It wasn't hard, Darry was very interested in his friends shenanigans. It wasn't often the redhead even let Darry out of his sight that day, anyways.

But, when they were home alone, Johnny and Pony out with Dallas watching movies and causing trouble, and Soda and Steve out doing whatever teenage boys do, Darry realized there was definitely something wrong.

As soon as they got home, Two-bit dragged Darrel into what was basically both their room before Dar could even try and go to the bathroom.

Two-bit's lips had crashed against Darry's, making the older whimper as the excited younger boy pressed him against the bed.

"Fuck- Two- let me go to the damn bathroom." Darry said, pulling his lips away from Two-bit, smirking a bit at the gingers pout.

Instead of letting Darry go, Two-bit pulled Darry fully onto the bed, sitting atop him. "Actually Dar-bear.. I was thinking we could try something.. new?"

Darrel rolled his eyes at the nickname but cocked an eyebrow, a habit he picked up from his overly expressive best friend. "What?" He asked.

When hands slid under his shirt and pressed down on his bladder, Darrel knew he was fucked. He let out a groan.

"No, Keith. Stop."

The older said, making Two-bit pout again, hands stopping the pressure but staying there.

"C'mon Superman... We won't make a mess- er- I won't!" Darry glared at him. "I'll clean up, swear!" Two-bit added.

The brunette had an unimpressed look, though Two-bit's grey eyes, which he had learned through all of this were actually green, stared at him with such a pleading look he couldn't help but consider it.

He just sighed. "Go get a damn towel."

The ginger excitedly did as told, hopping off of his fuck buddy, almost tripping, to go find a dry towel. When he came back, Darry was sat awkwardly on his bed, picking at his nails.

He was embarrassed. Two-bit was eating this up.

Two-bit moved the blankets and laid the towel down on the end of the bed. He pushed Darrel down to sit there, which he did.

Hands were on Darrel in an instant, his pants being unzipped and thrown to the floor, his shirt being ripped off as well.

"Glory, slow down, Keith!"

Darry whined shamefully, still feeling like he was on the verge of pissing himself.

Thankfully, Two-bit did.

As Darry's thighs were straddled, he couldn't help but realize how odd of a situation this was.

Two-bit has been his best friend for what felt like his whole life, and originally, this started out as them just kissing, as friends of course, then fucking. All throughout highschool.

And now they.. test things on each other, try out new kinks, do things they never thought they'd do together. They ain't exclusive, they ain't a couple at all, actually. Just two best friends who figured if they were gonna try new things, might as well be with each other.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Two-bit hum to himself, a tune all to familiar but one he was unable to place. Hands pressed against his stomach, right above his groin.

The older whimpered once more, holding himself back out of embarrassment, his hands grabbing Two-bit's forearms. "Two.. I ain't know about this." He quietly admitted.

The other just chuckled, kissing the olders jaw.

"C'mon, you'll be fine.. it's just me here, I asked for this?" Two-bit said, his words buzzing against Darry's sun tanned skin, the vibrations making him sigh.

He just took a breath but nodded.

That was all the confirmation Two-bit needed before continuing. He pulled the older out of his underwear, tossing them off into a pile somewhere. Darry scowled at the younger dirtying his room.

The pale left hand he was so familiar of wrapped around his cock, making Darry instantly lose any previous bad attitude he had.

Though, Two-bit didn't jerk him off. He slowly circled his thumb around Darry's tip, right hand pressing down on Darry's bladder.

The brunette whimpered softly, hips wanting to jerk up but scared he would piss, even if he knew it would be okay if he did.

He threw his head back, gasping a bit as Two-bit pressed down harder, still lightly kissing at Darry's jaw. It was obvious he wanted to do more, but he knew better than to give Darry hickeys.
"Shit, Darry, ya' look so damn good like this, 'm barely holding back at the sight..." Two-bit praised, his voice almost a teasing purr.

Then, he started to move his hand, slowly dragging his hand up and down on Darry cock, only pulling away from his regions and jaw to spit on his hand before going right back to his ministrations,moving his head to instead focus on Darrel's neck.

Darry wlt out a moan as he finally got touched, bladder being pressed on more and more, making him more annoyingly aroused.

He hated that he likes it.

A shiver went down Darry's spine as Two-bit's head pulled away from his neck, instead crawling down and putting itself over Darry's tip, yer not taking it.

His head was still thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, until; "Mhm, Darrel, look at me...".

And god, he snapped his head up so fast to look at Two-bit it almost hurt. He made eye contact immediately, seeing the smug look on Keith's face and not even being bothered by it anymore.

"Shit!" He moaned out as Two-bit pressed harder on his bladder, stroking Darry faster. "Keith- fuck- slow down..."

The bigger pleaded, being pleasurably overstimulated, which did nothing but encourage Two-bit to keep going.

A look flashed in Two-bit's eyes, a bad one, and he quickly moved his head down to Darry's dick, breathing on the tip where cooling precum and possibly something else was drying, making the others penis twitch.

He gave the tip kitten licks, savouring the released taste on Darrel's tip, loving the way his hips jerked up in surprise and pure lust.

"Keith- oh my god, please, I'm gonna..." Two-bit didn't care if it was cum or puss that was about to leave Darry, he decided he needed it in his mouth, now.

He gave one firm press on Darry's bladder again, stroking him a few more times before wrapping his mouth around the penis, swirling his tongue a little.

The added tongue is what set it off, a loud moan erupting from Darry's mouth, thighs trembling slightly as he finally releases, a mixture of cum and piss filling Two-bit's mouth, who didn't pay no minds to Darry's joking comments about it.

"Ngh-.. shit, yer so fuckin' gross..."

He mumbled as Two sucked him off a bit, helping him ride out his orgasm, keeping eye contact.

When Two-bit finally pulled off, he grinned, licking off a tiny drop of cum and the drool falling down his lips.

"Ya' still love me, though."

Two-bit said confidentially. "Yeah, I do..."

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Two-bit had been bothering Darrel ALL week.

Making fun of him, making messes, bothering Pony.

Darry knew Two was looking for attention, but he wasn’t gonna give it to him.

Not yet, at least.

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Two-bit was bored. He was in Darry’s bed, sprawled in the middle as always, Darrel having just entered the room in nothing but some long pajama shorts, now that the hickeys were gone.

“Move.” Darry commanded, making Two-bit scoff. “Glory, Darrel, getting rude in your old age?” He teased, knowing Darry was only two years older, barely. But when he got silence from Darry.. His brows furrowed, then he cocked one.

“..? Hello? Old man Curtis in there?’ He asked, waving a hand in front of Darry’s face. Darry just.. Ignored him.

He fucking ignored Two-bit!

The ginger frowned instantly. “What the hell…”

So, he tried bothering him more.

He poked Darrel’s side, huffed, took off Darry's glasses three times. It wasn’t until he smacked Darry’s book out of Dar’s hands did he get a reaction.

Darry roughly grabbed his friend's wrist. “Keith Daniel Mathews, if you do not stop messing with me and go to bed, I will kick you out of this room.” He stated simply.

Two-bit scoffed. “But Darryyy, you’re ignoring me” The grown ass man whined. “Maybe it's what you deserve.” Darrel retorted, letting go of the ginger's wrist.

Two-bit huffed and mumbled fine, laying down, facing away from Darrel like a dog who’d just been scolded for eating someone food. Darry shut his book and put it, along with his glasses, away in his nightstand.

He shut off the lamp, laying down as well, away from Two-bit, who for some reason started sleeping in his room. Not like he minded much.

Two-bit was able to still for two minutes, before rolling over and nuzzling against Darry.

“Goddammit, you’re like a dog.” Darry only ever curses around Two.

“Shut up and hold me, man.” Two-bit grumbled. “Being a bitch won’t get you anywhere, Keith.” Darrel reminded. “Oh my god!”

Two groaned, huffing and turning back away from Darry.

He lasted two minutes, flipping back over. “Darrel.” Two-bit begged in one word.

Darry begrudgingly turned over, but made no move to hold Two-bit, for how much of a brat he had been the last few days.

“Why’ve you been acting up?” Darry asked, straight up, Two-bit’s brow furrowed. “What?”

“You’ve been drinking more, bothering Pony and I, messing with Soda, hell, you even got yourself being ignored by Steve and Dally for the rest of the week now cause you’ve been acting a damn fool”

Two-bit’s frown deepened.

“Fuck you.” But it didn’t mean anything.

“You're acting like a disobedient dog,” Darry said with a tsk. “Being bad but being upset when you get in trouble for it.”

“I’m not acting like a fuckin’ dog…” Two-bit mumbled, in which Darry shot back; “Mutt.”

He just called Two a mutt.

That dick.

“..’m going home.” Two-bit said, sitting up. Darry followed in position. “The fuck you are, you’re sitting here and telling me why you’ve been acting up.”

“No, fuck off, Darrel.”

Two-bit was getting embarrassed, face a bit red.

Then, it clicked. “You want attention” Two-bit got impossibly redder.

“No!”

“Yes.”

“Nooo!”

Two was about to up and leave, until Dar grabbed his shoulder.

“Be a good doggie, and I'll give you attention.” His voice was low and sultry, making the hair on the back of Two’s neck stand up as he felt Darry’s face get closer to his neck.

“Yessir.”

Two-bit obliged, immediately.

Darry scooted over, wrapping his arms around Two’s waist from beside him, head on Two-bit’s shoulder.

Two-bit relaxed against Darry. “Now.. why’ve you been messin’ with the gang, lookin’ for attention.”

Two-bit felt oddly nervous and vulnerable for the first time in his life.

“I don’t know.. guess ‘m just bored, my best friend’s always workin’, Steve and Soda’re always at work, Dal and John and Pone are always out… I ain’ got no school ta’ distract me and shit, so it’s just me home, drinkin’ ya’lls beer and watchin yer TV…”

He hesitantly answered. Hell, even Rox, his ten year old sister, ain’t hang out with him, in favour of going out with friends… He’s just, alone…

Darrel frowned hearing this. “Oh Two.. I'm sorry, man.” He said, being soft in the way he only was with his brothers and the gang. And whatever the hell Two is, cause he ain’t a brother, but sure as hell ain't just a friend to Darrel.

“Eh, it’s whatever, I'll get over it by next week…” Darry frowned at that. “Now- I think ive been a good dog, where's my treat!” Two-bit said, followed by a cheerful laugh, making Darry roll his eyes at how easily Two can and will hide his emotions.

“I guess,,,” Darry jokingly mumbled, bringing Two into his lap, letting the younger nuzzle against him, his strong, calloused hands splaying across Two’s jean covered thighs, a part of Two he had learned Two-bit was somehow insecure of, while Darry loved them.

Darrel thought for a moment, then smirked, pulling Two-bit’s jeans down to mid thigh before starting to palm Two through his boxers, getting a whine from the ginger. “We oughta bring some more of yer clothes over, considerin’ how much ya sleep over, ‘m gettin’ tired of holdin’ ya and havin’ ta fell yer damn jeans on my legs”

Darry joked, making Two-bit scoff, but threw his head back on Darry's shoulder as he was touched through his clothes.

“F-fuck! Y-yeah, i guess…” Two-bit mumbled.

He panted quietly, moving his hips in time to subtly ask for more. “C’mon, be a good good dog and take what i give ya’” Darry scolded, getting a choked out sob from Two-bit.

“Shiitt…” He whined, turning his head on Dar’s shoulder to look at him, only to be met with ocean blue eyes already staring into his grey- but truly green- ones.

“Please…”

He begged, actually begged. God, maybe he was a mutt, whining and begging…

Darry tsked once more. “Fine.” He gained annoyance, but smirked once he slid a hand under Two-bit’s boxers, grabbing the other's cock and pulling it out.

The pace set was brutal and fast from the start, making Two shake and hide his face in Darry’s neck to silence himself, seeing as it was a full house today, Soda and Pony asleep in their room, Dallas and Johnny on the couch, and Steve in the armchair- a spot typically unused by everyone other than Darry unless they were sleeping.

Two-bit’s hips jerked in sync with Darry’s pumps, gasping and sobbing and moaning at the touch, since he’d been pent up. Annoying Darry all week meant no sex, and when he tried touching himself, well, he was ashamed to admit he actually couldn’t cum anymore, not without Darry.

Soon, Two let out a quiet yelp, cumming right in Darry’s hand, who hesitated but then licked it clean, making Two shudder.

Usually Dar would call doing something like that gross, he did when Two-bit did. “Fuck.. that was hot.”

Darrel just rolled his eyes, pulling Two-bit off of him.

“Whatever. Take those damn jeans off and go to bed…” He grumbled.

Two-bit just smirked, throwing his jeans off somewhere, tucking himself back into his boxers, and cuddling up against Darry again.

-

Seems he's been dealt with.