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With a tired huff, Jimmy shoves every bit of cobblestone he had collected into the chest in front of him. Having just spent the better part of the day mining for resources, he was highly disappointed to have returned with only a measly handful of raw iron and coal. His teammates are probably going to have a couple of choice words for him when they find out, but for now he'll just look for ways to make up for it.
Tending to their wheat was easy enough — sure as hell needed it too. Jimmy collects all the fully grown crops and replants them, soon hauling all the wheat to a crafting bench and cooking up as much bread as he could. As soon as he's got the bread stored away, there's really not much else for him to do until Grian and Joel get back.
Actually, he's not even sure where they were off to or what they had been doing all day. Neither of them bothered to tell him, especially not Grian who ended up telling him to get off his case and get busy instead of asking so many questions. Slumping down against the side of the chest, Jimmy sighs as he rests his head on top of it and lets his eyes fall shut. He'll rest for just a minute, then he can figure out something else to do.
"—even listening to me? Tim!"
Jimmy's forced to bolt awake as something heavy lands into his lap. With a groan, he tries blinking sleep away from his eyes as he looks up at the person standing above him. The sun had slowly descended closer to the horizon by now, leaving Jim to wonder how long he had fallen asleep for.
"I've been working all day long and you've sat here napping?" Grian scowls as he opens the chest, throwing a few things inside and then rummaging around the contents of it, "Have you even got anything done today?"
"I went mining," Jimmy recalls slowly, blinking down at the full quiver that had landed in his lap. Grian must have been trading with villagers earlier, especially given that he's got two other full quivers around his shoulder.
Grian sighs, pulling out a few pieces of raw iron and waving it around in front of Jimmy's face, "Is this what you call mining? This aught to be a joke."
Right. Mining hadn't went so well.
"Well, no — I mean, yes but — Look, I made bread too!" Jimmy tries, standing with a grunt and reaching in to grab some bread from the chest. Before he could even get a piece, Grian has let the top of the chest shut and fall down against Jimmy's wrist.
Quickly, Jim tugs his hand away, almost pouting as he casts his gaze somewhere else. Obviously Grian didn't seem too happy about his progress today, but that's hardly his fault! He really did spend a whole lot of time mining and farming, it just wasn't as productive as either of them would have liked.
"Tim, just because you've got yourself a pretty face doesn't mean you get to faff about all day." After Grian had waved his hand around with an air of annoyance, he grabs onto Jimmy's wrist and begins to pull him along. His pace was a little difficult to keep up with, and not just because he walked weirdly fast, but also because Jimmy was mentally hanging onto what exactly he had just said.
There's no way Grian's ever called him pretty before. Joel has, actually quite a few times, but as far as Jimmy can remember it's never come from Grian's mouth. Despite the fact that he seemed irritated with him as he had said that, Jimmy just can't help the little smile that perks up the side of his lips.
"Here. Make yourself useful and go exchange some of this for something Pearl has." Grian shoves a small bag into his hands, which he holds onto with confusion furrowing in his eyebrows. Before he can open his mouth to question about it, Grian is softly shoving his shoulder as a motion to get him going, "She knows what to give you, just don't look at it and bring it back to me."
Oh.... Kay? Jimmy clutches the small bag a little tighter and squints down at it. Apparently being some delivery boy was the most useful he could be now? What a joke.
Alas, he still finds himself on the trek towards where the Nosy Neighbors resided. The exchange wasn't difficult in the slightest, which had been slightly unexpected. Just as Grian had said, Pearl knew exactly what she was getting and how she was paying for it. She gave him an even smaller bag, although this one was printed with various colors and patterns, which had a hefty amount of things inside of it that clinked around when he took it from her hands.
"I made sure to pack as many pinks and blues in there as I could."
Pinks and blues? Pink and blue what? Jimmy, far more curious than anything, really wanted to ask what she was talking about. Although, he was specifically told by Grian not to look at it, and he thinks asking what it is would probably sit along the same lines as that. With how cross he'd made Grian earlier, he doesn't feel like deepening the hole he's already in.
"Have fun with that, Jimmy!" Pearl smiles to him, patting his shoulder and turning to walk off with the bag she got from him.
"It's - It's not for me actually, it's for Grian."
Pearl faces him with a raised eyebrow, hands settling on her hips. It seemed she was biting back a laugh, her eyes rolling a little exaggeratedly before she shrugs and turns away again, "Whatever you say. Thanks for the ender pearls!"
So, yeah, Jimmy wouldn't quite say that it was that difficult of an exchange, it just really confused him.
The moment the bag made it into Grian's hands, Jimmy felt a wash of pride come over him. He did exactly as he was asked to do, and made no fuss about it at all — surely Grian would be happy about that.
"Where's the other bag?"
"The other bag?" Jimmy blurts out in question, that wave of pride immediately pinched out like a candle's fire.
"The — Gods, Tim, the bag I gave you. You didn't give the whole thing to her, did you?" His voice remains mostly apathetic as he unzips the small bag in his hands and looks into it. If Jimmy did not immediately feel like he had just made a terrible, terrible mistake, maybe he would have tried to get a peak as to what Grian was looking at. Instead, he stays completely silent and completely still, unsure of how he's going to worm his way out of trouble from this one.
Grian begins grumbling under his breath, pocketing the small bag and once again grabbing at one of Jimmy's wrists to drag him along somewhere. For a moment, Jimmy thanks the high heavens that Grian didn't go straight into chewing him out for his mistake — but the so called relief only sticks for a second as the man tugs him inside their home base. Grian is muttering under his breath what sounds like full sentences and coherent thoughts, yet Jimmy can only make out a few keywords like "work" and "useful".
Out of all the places he expected to be brought to, he never would have guessed he'd suddenly be standing in front of their shower.
"There is no way for you to mess this part up. All you need to do is take a shower. Can you do that?"
Jimmy stumbles over quite a few words before he lands on the simple yet understandable, "Why?"
"You're filthy, Tim. You've somehow got redstone dust in your hair and coal on your face. Clean off, I'll bring you in a towel when you're done." With that, Grian leaves him be and closes the door behind him.
If Jimmy hadn't been confused before, he definitely is now. This was multiplying on odd, even for Grian. Sure, he has some unorthodox ways of showing his emotions, or trying to show that he cared about someone, but this didn't quite feel in any way like he was looking out for Jimmy's wellbeing right now. It felt more like he was bossing him around.
Was that it? Was this all just Grian's dumb way of starting some kind of scene between them? Look, Jimmy is far from complaining if that's the case, but how was he supposed to know that's what this was?
If that's even the case, of course, because although that's the best guess he has, it almost seems unlikely. In no way is Grian the kind to beat around the bush for a good ol' bossing-Jimmy-around session, he always just gets straight to the point. Maybe it was just an off day for him?
Either way, Jimmy decides it's in his best interest not to give him any more reasons to be peeved with him, and begins undressing so he can slip into the shower. After a quick scrub down and washing out his hair, he makes sure to include all the apt cleaning he could need in case this night was headed the direction he imagined it would. Once that was said and done and he could be deemed squeaky clean, he's stepping out of the shower and creaking open the door just a smidge to call for Grian.
Within no time, the man has shown up at the door with a fairly large towel. Thankfully, Jim takes it from him and moves to wrap it around his waist. He's stopped, though, as Grian pushes the door open further and steps in closer to him. Taking hold of the towel once again, Grian pulls it up wrap it over Jimmy's chest instead. It's wide enough that it still covers him down to his thighs, but it's weirdly uncomfortable to be wearing it like this.
Grian takes a hefty step back, looks him up and down, and then nods to himself. Jimmy wishes he knew what he was thinking, but doesn't dare ask.
"Dry off and meet me in our room." He's told, and once again Grian leaves him to it.
As Jimmy uses the towel to soak up any water running over his skin still, his mind goes back to that little bag he traded for with Pearl. What on earth could have been in it, that, for starters, he wasn't allowed to see, and also, made her think it was for him? Shaking his head, he knows there's no use in really dwelling on it — he has a feeling he might just find out soon enough.
He makes sure to dry his hair off as much as possible before wrapping the towel down around his hips once again. Just as he goes to open the door, he makes the decision to readjust the towel around his chest, like Grian had done it. As odd as it is, he gets the idea it's what's expected of him.
Entering their room — shared between the two of them, and Joel of course — Jimmy immediately notices Grian haphazardly rummaging in a chest in the corner. Unsure of what he's supposed to do now, he takes a few steps inside and clears his throat to make his presence known.
Quickly Grian shoots a look over his shoulder, clicks his tongue, and begins aimlessly dropping items back into the chest. "I think I've misplaced something very, very important," he starts, pushing himself to stand up, "Follow me."
The question of clothes falls unsaid from the tip of Jimmy's tongue as he finds it's probably useless to ask for. Whatever Grian has going on right now feels a little more deliberate than accidentally leaving him in just a towel. Compliantly, he follows Grian back out of their room and towards what they use mainly as a storage room.
Here, Grian pops open a few different chests, skimming over the contents in each one until he hovers over one with a calmed "Ah, that's where I put it." Whatever he pulls out, Jimmy doesn't get to see more than a glimpse of since it's stuffed directly into the other's inventory.
As Grian does the same with a couple of other chests, Jimmy follows him around like a lost puppy. At one point he does even pipe up to ask, "What're you looking for?"
"Things that will help make you more useful to the team." Grian replied, ignoring Jimmy's immediate pause in trailing behind him.
So much for getting any kind of understandable answer...
After some time, Grian has led Jimmy out to their cooking area, where he kneels down to reach into a chest and pulls out a large, opaque white bag. Jim wonders how long that's been there, for he swears he's been in that chest every day and hasn't seen a bag like that in there.
"Alright, up you go." Grian says to him, waving a hand towards him. Jimmy stands there and blinks dumbly, completely unsure of what was being asked of him. It took Grian patting the top of the island counter next to him and saying, "Up," before Jimmy gets the memo and awkwardly hops up to sit on the edge of the stone. He kept as good a hold onto the towel as he could, and settled one of his legs behind his other, slowly swinging them back and forth.
Pulling something out of one of his pockets, Grian is finally holding onto something for a long enough amount of time that Jimmy can get a good look at it.
"Socks?"
Apparently his puzzled exclamation was somehow unwarranted, because Grian rolls his eyes with a huff and completely ignores it. Instead of giving him any answer to work with, he's carefully taking the first one and slipping it over one of Jim's feet, letting it smooth out as he tugs it up his calf. In the end it reaches just above his knee, gentle elastic keeping it in place as Grian goes on to do the same with the other one.
This is new. This is entirely new and Jimmy is not quite sure if he understands where Grian is going with this. Over the knee highs? Where did he even get them?
Hands linger along the soft fabric just long enough for it to feel deliberate. Jimmy's intently watching the way Grian's eyes scan up and down his legs, soon coming to meet his gaze with a hungry tilt to his head. Apart from a small twitch at the corners of Grian's mouth, his expression remains mostly unreadable.
Jimmy watches as Grian moves up closer to his face, definitely standing on his toes to reach him as he presses a kiss to the side of his mouth. But his lips are only there for as long as it took him to get there, and Jimmy finds himself shamefully trying to chase after them as they leave.
Grian tuts at him quietly, setting a hand against the man's chest and pushing him back a bit from where he had leaned in closer, "Sit pretty for me and I'll make sure you're useful, hm Tim?"
They way Jimmy nods — a tad sheepish from the way Grian draws out his words — is heavily indicative of how much said words had an effect on him. The underlying implications that Grian has to make him "useful", because he can't simply do it himself, has his mind spinning. Though, unfortunately he has not an inkling of what "sitting pretty" means, so he just stays put, pushing his thighs together as the first gentle wave of arousal finally reaches out past his gut.
Within no time, Grian has gotten something around both of his legs, pulling it up to where the ends of the knee highs rested. Jimmy has half the mind to think it's more socks, but then he actually looks down and sees it's a pair of soft pink cheeky panties sitting around his legs. The questioning squeak that comes from him is enough to spread hot blush across his face, reaching up even to his ears.
The towel that had been wrapped around him is pulled away, quickly exposing his skin to cold air and forcing a shiver to run up his spine.
"Hips up," Grian bids, taking hold of the underwear with hooked fingers. Jimmy quickly leans back, using his hands braced to the counter to help him as he raises his hips. The panties are pulled up, settling almost too snugly around him.
At this point, Jimmy is still at a net loss as to what's happening. While the socks and undergarment was a confusing touch, he's actually most caught up about why Grian's the one dressing him. If the man wanted him to wear this weird stuff, at least he could've let Jim have the decency to dress himself.
Except, his bewilderment of this lasts not too much longer; Grian opens up the white opaque bag from earlier and out comes a soft blue dress. Just from seeing it on the clothes hanger, he could make out that it had simple straps that were each tied up with a nice bow, a high waist, and a short simple skirt. Jimmy bites down hard on his bottom lip, his thighs rubbing together as he feels himself straining in the now-tightening pair of panties.
Grian was dolling him up.
They've talked about this in passing before, Grian having brought it up. Joel seemed incredibly interested too, and while Jimmy had said he wouldn't mind, he didn't quite understand the appeal.
Oh, but he's certainly starting to understand the appeal right now.
"Come on down and I'll help you get this on." Grian purrs, holding out a hand for him to take. Jimmy grasps for it slowly, stepping down onto the ground while his eyes stay locked onto the dress. It was so simple, yet, God, he felt it was too pretty for him to wear. What if he accidentally tears it? Everyone knows he's not quite graceful by any means. All the work that Grian must have went to in order to get it? Jimmy doesn't want to ruin that.
He obviously doesn't get a say in that though, because Grian is thoughtfully maneuvering Jim's arms for him as he stood too engrossed in his own mind, sliding them through the length of the dress and getting them ready to come out to their respective places. Then, he pulls it over Jim's head, and within seconds it's smoothed down over his body.
"My goodness, look at you," Grian's voice held a delectable mix of complimentary and teasing tones, "Pretty..." He hums, running his hands around Jim's waist and gently taking hold of him like that. His touch wasn't exactly gentle, more grabby and firm — his thumbs pressing into his sides at the waist of the dress.
Jimmy found himself unsure of what to do with his own hands as they stay to his sides, lightly running his fingers along the fabric of the dress there. He did feel pretty like this, which was, to a certain extent, a completely new way of feeling for him. Joel's called him pretty countless times in bed, but he never actually feels like it because he's too busy being absolutely railed to wonder too hard on what he looks like. Not to mention that he's nowhere near dainty, something he's usually expects to tag along the description of "pretty". Sure, he's no tower of muscle like Scar, but he's definitely not like Grian; small and graceful, soft hair, a sweet round face and long eyelashes — surely Grian fits the vocabulary of "pretty" much better.
"Just one more thing," Grian hums as he takes a step back, showing off the small bag from Pearl. Jimmy watches him, stares as he unzips the bag to reveal — the realization hits immediately — makeup. His eyes widen slightly as he watches Grian pull out what he guessed was eyeshadow, or perhaps blush?
"I don't know if..." Jim's words fizzle out as he shifts on his feet. It's not that he's opposed, it's more that he knows Grian is going to make this humiliating for him without even trying.
"You're much prettier when your mouth's shut," Grian coached, "How about you try that, Tim, and get on your knees while you're at it."
He was down to his knees in an instant, face flushed from how quickly he found himself following the directions. The way that the dress softly flowed down with him, hiking up slightly as he had gotten to the floor, quickly made him remember to be careful with it. He takes a moment to assure himself that he wasn't kneeling directly on it, and once he was satisfied he looks up at Grian.
The man has popped open the little tin in his hands and was now reaching down with an eyeshadow brush, hovering it right next to Jimmy's face. Jim gets the memo and closes his eyes, focusing more on his breathing as the pigment is spread over his eyelids.
Honestly, he wasn't a biggest fan of the way it felt on his skin. It's only mildly been applied to him for mere seconds, and he's already got an even higher respect to the players that rock makeup all the time. But any qualms he has on the way it feels were put to rest when Grian begins softly blotting blush on his cheeks. It tickles, and he nearly sneezes from getting it too close to his nose. He's not even going to dwell on the fact that he probably doesn't need it given his cheeks feel uncomfortably warm anyways.
Jimmy's startled when Grian clasps a firm hand around his jaw, tilting his head back further without warning. Eyes blinking open, he stares up at him and takes in the concentrated stillness to his features. And then something is being run across his bottom lip, forcing him to cross his eyes in attempt to see it.
Lipstick. He's not sure why that makes his insides go all gooey, but it does and he has to live with it. Grian is very meticulously spreading the color over his lips, and Jimmy does his best to be entirely still. Alas, he involuntarily shivers just as Grian was filling in the corner of his lips, causing him to run lipstick over the corner of his mouth far more than what he was meaning to do.
The rumbled growl that leaves Grian's chest has Jimmy sucking in air, heart beating up into his ears. "Sorry," he whispers, voice crackly and meek, "I didn't mean to—" He raises a hand up, pressing his thumb into where he could feel the lipstick had gone out of line, ready to try rubbing it off.
But then Grian grips tightly on his wrist, tugging his hand away and keeping a vice grip on it as he sets the lipstick somewhere on the counter behind him.
"Can't even sit still while I'm trying to make you into something useful," Grian barks to him, "Too pretty to have any brains, apparently." He adds, as if it was only for himself to hear. Then he's licking the pad of his thumb before leaning in and cleaning off the lipstick by himself.
It takes all of Jimmy's focus to keep his breathing steady and coming out of his nose. He tries not to think about how tightly Grian's fingers were wrapped around his wrist still — tries not to think about how much tighter they get when his arm twitches at his side.
Finally, Grian has pulled his thumb away and gone back to adding on lipstick. It's not long before he's finished, setting it aside once again. Jim then presses his lips together tightly, feeling how dry lipstick actually was. He always expected it to be much more wet right after it was put on. Learn something new every day.
"There," Grian drops his wrist and stands up straight, a sly grin spreading to hike up his cheeks as he drinks in the sight of the man below. "Finally pulling your weight around here."
Before he can stop himself, Jim is defensively blurting out "I already pull my weight, it was just a slow day and—"
"Ah, bup bup bup," Grian presses his index finger up to Jimmy's lips, effectively shutting him down, "Joel might let you talk to him like that, but you know damn well not to speak to me like that."
Right, so, Grian's evidently high on a power trip already. Not that that's entirely new and coming out of no where, but still. It serves to make his blood pool low as he swallows through his suddenly dry throat.
"From now on you only speak when I tell you to, understand?"
Jimmy nods quickly, maybe even a little too enthusiastically for his own liking.
"Good," Grian praises, running a finger along the soft line of Jimmy's jaw, "So how do you feel?"
Swallowing back timid filler words, Jimmy really didn't know how to respond. His eyes dart around the kitchen before coming to land at his hands, settled in his lap on top of his dress. How does he feel? The most honest answer would be shamefully horny, but he's fairly certain that's not what the other is looking for.
"Here," Grian must have already given up on waiting for Jimmy to come up with an answer, because he's grabbing something else out of the bag from Pearl and walking around behind him. He squats down to the floor next to Jim, holding out a small handheld mirror so that the man could look at himself.
Grian impishly watches as Jimmy's gaze bounced around before settling on looking himself in the eyes. Gently, Grian brushes a bit of the other's blond hair from his forehead, smiling at him through the reflection of the mirror.
"You look pretty," Grian brings the small mirror a little closer to Jim, "Don't you agree?"
A slow, almost trembling exhale leaves him as he watches the way Grian looks at him, the lust and hunger and expectation burning right into his being. "Yes," he says, locking eyes with himself once again and taking in the way his lips were a sweet shade of pink now. His eyelids faintly brushed with complimentary blues, and his cheeks a shade darker than he expected.
"Say it." Grian spoke softly, right up to his ear. His warm breath rolls over his skin and Jimmy swears it burns more than his gaze.
A breath of his own catches in his throat as he opens his mouth to speak. When nothing but a soft, reluctant noise falls from his lips, he balls one of his hands up into the blue fabric of his dress and turns his attention to locking eyes with Grian through the mirror.
"Say it," Grian urges him a little more demandingly, "Tell me you are."
Goddamnit, how has this man mastered the art of weaving humiliation into an odd kind of praise like this? It churns a hot heaviness around Jimmy's gut, and the air he pulls in doesn't do anything to cool it. He's hesitant to speak, the exact words on his tongue, yet he's worried his voice will crack when he says them. What ends up spurring him to go through with it was warm fingers dancing across the nape of his neck, slowly sliding down the mid of his back aligned with his spine.
"I'm pretty." Jimmy finally says, it sounding as if it were punched out of him. The fingers against his back still, and then Grian's pressing his whole palm into the dip of his spine.
"Good girl," Grian coos, and it immediately rips out a shameful whimper straight from Jimmy's throat. At this, Grian leans over and graces his teeth along the other's jaw, and Jim can feel the way the grin on his lips stretches wider against his skin. "And you make such beautiful noises too."
Jimmy's gut swirls with this unknown yet familiar feeling, and he whines, high pitched and broken; not sounding nearly as defiant as he would have hoped. There's absolutely no way in Hell he finds being called a good girl this breathtakingly hot — that would be outrageous.
One of Grian's hands slip under the skirt of the dress, beginning to knead against the inside of Jimmy's thigh, and yet again Jim is at a loss as to what he should be doing with his own hands. Should he be sitting still? Engaging? Touching Grian back? It's usually not this difficult for him to figure something out; but then again it's been quite some time since his brain's already turned mushy before anything substantial has even happened.
There's no doubt in Jimmy's mind that Grian is already leaving numerous marks against his neck, as hickeys and bite marks are truly a signature of his. After a particularly harsh bite to his skin, one of Jimmy's hands fly to grasp at Grian's wrist. He holds on around him through his dress, trying not to whimper as the pressure of the bite fades. It continues to sting, but he's not worried much about it as Grian's intruding hand moves further up and cups him through the fabric of his panties.
"You have no clue how much I want to ruin you," Grian's voice walks the line between a growl and a whisper. His breath was scalding against his nearest bite mark, making Jimmy tense up. There's an internal fight between leaning in closer, or shifting away; wanting more of whatever Grian can give him, but instinctively shying from the heat at his neck.
For a split moment, Grian stills beside him, breathing slowly and easing any pressure off of him. It was almost as if he was thinking about something, or trying to make a decision. The moment doesn't last for much longer than a couple blinks though, as Grian is pulling away and hauling himself to a stand.
With a hand presented to him, Jimmy takes it and is quickly helped to stand as well. His legs are slightly wobbly as he gets his footing, still relishing in the swirls of soft pain radiating from the bite marks on his neck. And then Grian gently smooths his hands over the dress, pushing out any wrinkles and fixing it in place; and Jimmy feels himself go even weaker at the knees.
While Jimmy had no idea what to expect next, he sure as hell couldn't have foreseen Grian spinning him to face the counter, pushing him flush up against it, and then shoving the top half of his body flat on top of it. There had been no warning for it, and before he could even comprehend how quickly it happened, his cheek is laying against cold smooth stone and the air has been knocked out of his lungs. The chill of the countertop was heavily contrasted by the warm hands squeezing at his thighs as they crawl upwards.
"Grian—" Jimmy gasps softly, bracing his hands against the edge of the counter.
"Need I remind you that you're not supposed to talk?" Grian says, slowly gathering up the fabric of the dress' skirt and hiking it up to lay around Jim's hips; exposing his bottom half completely and definitely giving the man a welcome sight. "I'll stuff that pretty mouth of yours no problem if you do it again."
Despite that idea creating a crawling shiver up his spine, Jimmy complies and lets a silence hold onto his tongue again. This is soon to be proven difficult he realizes, as the sound of a bottle lid popping open meets his ears. An unsatisfying noise of a squirt of lube was followed by Grian pulling the underside of Jim's soft pink panties to the side.
As Jimmy wonders to himself when exactly Grian had grabbed lube, a slick finger presses up against his entrance. Time apparently must be of the essence here, because there's hardly any wait before Grian has pushed said digit into him, eager to open him up.
The stone under Jimmy's cheek, which had previously been cold, was now increasingly gaining warmth against his skin. For now he tries to focus on that, instead of the impatient way Grian pushes in a second finger to stretch him. That's always been one of those things Jimmy's noticed as a difference between him and Joel. While Joel could probably sit for hours opening Jimmy up, whether it's because he liked watching the way it makes him squirm or just because he was being thorough — Grian wastes no time. As long as it won't completely hurt either of them, he's exponentially more willing to subject Jimmy to that stinging stretch that comes with the cheaper end of prep.
Although, Grian is being a bit softer about it than he normally would; Jimmy tries not to think it has anything to do with how he's currently dressed right now.
When a third finger is added to the mix, Jimmy braces his hands a little tighter to the counter, groaning softly deep from his chest. And then Grian is twisting his hand just so, pressing those fingers down against the ache inside of him —
Oh, Jimmy's knees buckle, and he's so glad he has the counter to hold his weight. After the build up he's gotten today, the direct stimulus was intense, to say the least.
"Fuck," Grian laughs out, breathy and probably more affected than he meant to sound, "Bet that feels good, doesn't it?" His fingers press hungrily into that spot again, and Jimmy moans through closed lips.
The pressure is all gone too soon though, as Grian pulls his fingers away. The loss has Jimmy whining softly, pressing his forehead against the stone as he bites at his bottom lip. Behind him, he can hear the ruffling of what he assumes is the other man pulling down his own pants.
"Wanna ruin this pretty cunt of yours, Timmy." Grian says with a purr, hands cupping over Jim's ass and keeping him spread open.
That's... Certainly another incredibly new thing that Jimmy feels slightly ashamed for when his dick pulses from hearing it. Although, maybe he can just pretend that the way Grian is now pressing himself against his entrance was the real reason.
Incredibly thankful for how Grian can't see his face right now, Jimmy bites back any noise that threatens to spill from him. The man is pressing into him, not nearly slow enough to be teasing but not so rushed as to punch the air from his lungs. Instead, it leaves him stuttering for a breath, waiting for the moment where he can take a second and relax around the welcomed intrusion.
There's a few shallow but drawn out thrusts, which were easy enough to take, but then Grian's hips are flush up against Jimmy's, causing them both to groan softly in unison. Luckily for Jim, Grian stays put after this, sunken deep inside of him and letting the stretch simmer. With the little power he has over his own body right now, Jimmy finds it in himself to relax his muscles and turn as pliant as he possibly could.
Apparently, Grian appreciates this, giving his ass an encouraging squeeze as he rocks a little deeper into him. There's still a slight burn of a stretch, but it's hardly something Jim can focus on when Grian starts up a pace that leaves him only desiring more.
Jimmy's knuckles ache from the grip he has onto the counter, the delicious drag of Grian's cock inside of him building up a nice pool of warmth in his gut. Despite how tensely he was holding onto the smooth stone, the rest of his body slides against it with each thrust pushed into him.
It took him by surprise when both of his arms are being handled behind his back, held in place by an unusual amount of grip from Grian. Slightly sharp nails dig into his skin as the strength of the other's thrusts have increased, causing Jimmy to reel with loud delight.
"See, this is what you're useful for," Grian grunts, his body leaning just slightly over Jimmy's as he rests some of his weight into the hand holding the man's arms. "Looking pretty and taking dick like you're made for it."
The wave of heat that pummels into Jimmy left him breathless, barely able to even moan out. The pressure behind the underwear he was sporting was growing immeasurable, and in a moment of desperation he's bucking his own hips in hope of some kind of solace. At the angle he's at though, he can't quite reach the counter, instead just rocking his hips into the bare air as Grian fucks into him incessantly.
His actions don't go unnoticed though, he realizes as Grian mercifully releases his grip on his arms and reaches that hand down to roll his palm against Jim's dick through the fabric. It causes Jimmy to cry out, the sound oh-so humiliating as he rocks into the hand.
"You like that?" Grian's hand slips past the small elastic band of the panties, his fingers wrapping around Jimmy's dick and giving a soft squeeze, "You like it when I play with your clit?"
"Yes," Jimmy croaks out without hesitation, twitching under both the touch and words sung to his ears. With this, he also does his very best to keep both of his arms crossed behind his back, gripping at one another in hopes that it would be what Grian wanted from him. His skin is hot to the touch, even to himself, and the way that warm hips are smacking up against him was no help in cooling him off.
"Tell me," Grian practically growls his words, the rumble sending a shiver down Jimmy's back, "Tell me how much you like it, Tim," He punctuates himself by giving him a few quick, long strokes over his cock, "Be a good girl and tell me."
"Fuck, Grian.." The whimper that comes out of him nearly makes him lightheaded, his body slowly turning more jelly-like as his sight blurs, "Please, I love it — Love you touching me," his arms then fall a little limp to his sides, not even bracing against the countertop.
A slight change of Grian' angle and Jimmy feels like the wind was knocked out of him. The smooth, now near constant drag against that sweet spot inside of him gives him up to an unyielding pleasure, sending him into a fit of moans and trembling with the inability to even get another word out. The hand grasped around his dick didn't help either, it sped up, heated pads of Grian's fingers paying a lot of attention to the sensitive underside around his tip.
Its about now when Jimmy finds himself more or less unable to move. His limbs are too heavy, and the amount of strength it would take to buck into the hand holding him wasn't something he necessarily owns within himself right now. Instead, he's completely guided by the way the other man is rocking into him, making his nerves sear with a pleasurable flame as he sits there and takes it.
Distantly he knows he's now drooling onto the counter, mouth just slightly ajar with each hot breath that gets fucked out of him. His vision is still blurry, eyes glossed over. There's no need for him to close his eyelids when he can't focus on anything in front of him anyway. Not only is his sight unfocused, but his world has narrowed and there's a slow decline in the capacity in his head to think of anything but the heat in his gut growing with each grand thrust inside of him.
"If you cum I'll still keep fucking you," Grian warns him, his own voice a little breathier than what he likely was aiming for. Jimmy groans at the thought, just barely considering if it would be too much for him to handle. In the end, he knows Grian wouldn't put him through more than he can take though; the man having a very reliable understanding of Jim's body language makes it much easier for him to just go pliant and feel safe knowing he's in good hands.
Speaking of, the hand around his dick twists just beautifully, forcing the knot in Jimmy's stomach to tighten and swim around. There's an inescapable growing need pooling inside of him, going deeper and deeper every time the wonderful slide of pressure along his prostate lines up with Grian's hand pumping at his dick.
He hardly gets any warning from his own body before he's spilling over, mostly into the fabric of the panties. Every inch of him becomes twitchy as Grian softly squeezes him through the shocks of orgasm. It leaves him floating delectably, unsure if he's even making any audible noises. Actually, he's quite sure he is — he just can't quite reach the part of him that would hear or feel it just yet.
Grian says something above him as the warmth of his hand leaves. Some words like "good" and "fucked out" are ones he can barely understand, but the rest is scrambled; and Jimmy, for the life of him, can't focus on anything but the almost overwhelming stimulation of Grian's cock still dragging in and out of him.
Vaguely he can tell the pace has slowed, maybe with Grian trying to let him relax and catch back up with his body. Except suddenly it turns agonizingly slow — far worse than what he'd feel if Grian had sped back up — and Jimmy whines. He knows he whines because he feels it rip from his chest, wanting so badly for the stimulation to at least stay consistent if it's going to continue.
And then he hears a loud crash of something falling to the floor somewhere in front of him. It startles him enough that he has to force his sight to focus, quickly zeroing in on the surprise of someone standing there.
"Joel!" Grian greets enthusiastically from above him — Jimmy instantly goes back into the reeling of his head, eyes falling shut as he chooses to just imagine what Joel probably looks like right now, red in the face and aching to get his hands on him — "Like what you see? Come on, come look at how beautifully he's taking me right now."
"You got him in a dress?" Joel questions eagerly, the grin evident in his tone. Jimmy hears him hurry over beside them, and in no time a new hand has come up to cup over one of his asscheeks, giving a firm squeeze to it.
"Dress, makeup, the works," Grian boasts, rolling his hips up against Jim and earning a quiet moan for it, "Wasn't difficult either. He's been a real good girl, isn't that right Tim?"
Jimmy could barely get a sound out before, but with the added sensation of Grian still fucking into him, he's far from capable to attempt even a word of agreement. He does manage a small nod of his head though, which grants him a particularly delicious thrust from the man still inside him. It sends a shockwave through him, but he powers through because it's just as deliciously feeling as it is overstimulating.
"Goddamn," Joel's voice threaded with excitement, "You're bloody gorgeous like this, Jimmy."
Internally keening at the praise, Jim is also grateful when Grian's ministrations ramp back up, the faster pace easier to lose his mind into rather than long, pleasure-ridden thrusts. But even then, the sensation wasn't going to last far too much longer; as Joel's fingers run across Jimmy's skin to the elastic of the panties around his waist, the man pulls at it, stretching it back and then letting it snap into place. The sting forces Jim to tense up, and as he tightens around Grian, all it takes is two extra thrusts and the man is spent inside him with a rumbling groan.
Drawing out a long, pleasant roll of his hips to end it off with, Grian sighs contently as he slowly pulls out of Jimmy.
With an immediate, drizzling trail of cum starting to leave Jimmy's hole in the absence of Grian to keep it in, it was only able to drip out for a moment before two fingers are scooping along it and pushing it back inside him. He doesn't even need to see Joel to know it's him doing that, pressing his fingers up into the mess inside him like it wouldn't border on weird for a lot of people.
But, Jimmy floats in it, a little tired yet otherwise happy to still be getting attention. It's nice, and despite feeling incredibly over sensitive still, he actually enjoys the way Joel just gently fingers into him.
"I know you like sloppy seconds," Grian puffs in Joel's direction after a while, smile audible in his words, "And I think he can take being fucked again. He better be able to, at least — all the work I put into this needs compensated for."
Jimmy isn't sure where he gets the strength to groan at that, low and deep from his chest. Grian's just talking about him like he isn't there, like he can't talk for himself, and suddenly he finds himself getting increasingly hard again. Straining against the wetness in the panties he's stuck in, he chooses not to think about how kind of gross that feels — instead focusing his attention back to what was now three fingers, wiggling up deep inside him and just teasingly running along his prostate.
"Compensated by me getting to absolutely rail him too?" Joel asks, a giggle bubbled from his throat — he sounded positively giddy, like this was perhaps the best thing he could have ever waltzed into.
"Well, yeah. I'll get to watch, so it counts." Beside where Jimmy was pressed into the countertop, Grian hops up to sit down. There's some shuffling around him, then the fingers inside of him leave. He bites back a whine, only for it to turn into a squeak of surprise as two pairs of hands jump onto him and flip him over.
With the dizzying movement, Jimmy goes slightly rigid, eyes squinting open to look upwards. It's with this that he realizes his head is now against Grian's lap, and his legs are dangling off the side of the counter. When his head slowly stops spinning, he notices a hand in his hair, softly brushing it to one side.
"You're going to take Joel like a good girl too, yeah? Show him what that pretty cunt of yours can do?"
His lips move, trying to form the word "Yes," but never having the voice to get it out. Grian just smiles down at him for this, oddly warm and soft. A hand runs across his jaw, thumb pressing softly against his cheek, and Jimmy pushes his face into the cupped hand to relish in the gentle nature for as long as he can.
The panties around his hips were pulled down, stripped away and likely tossed somewhere onto the floor. Jim lets his muscles stay pliant as Joel grabs onto his legs, pulling them to hook around his hips. He receives no adjustment time except for when Joel reaches a hand between them so he can steady himself, quickly thrusting up into him right after. Jimmy was immediately reaching for something with a desperate mewl, searching for anything to grab onto. The first thing he gets a grip on was Joel's shirt — alas his fingers are pried away from it near immediately.
Even though he groans in protest, Jimmy doesn't do anything to stop Grian as his wrists are taken hold of, pinned down onto the counter either side of him.
Joel of course doesn't seem to mind the help, picking up a deep, full body-rocking pace into Jim. His fingers hold tight onto the man's hips, doing his best to keep him from sliding too much on the stone.
"Don't you like being useful for once?" Grian says lowly, his sharp nails just brushing their essence onto Jimmy's skin, "Letting us use your gorgeous body, huh? Maybe we should doll you up again sometime — Oh, what if we got you a maid dress? Would you like to be a pretty maid and clean up around here?"
Both Jimmy and Joel groan at this, Jimmy following it up with a weak, fucked-out "Grian..."
"Maybe..." Joel laughs out a little breathily, "Maybe dress him up like a cowgirl. Bet he'd enjoy that."
The way Jimmy whimpers at that, legs hugging tighter around Joel and his half-hard dick twitching against him, makes both other men draw in closer. Grian puts more pressure against his wrists, and Joel rocks into him even harsher. It's a miracle Joel was even able talk coherently with how much he was exerting himself this way.
When the two of them lean closer to each other, their chests hovered over Jimmy and casting a shadow over him, he watches with glassy eyes as they settle into a kiss.
Fuck, does Jimmy absolutely whine from the sight. Watching the two of them connect their lips together above him was truly something to behold. Nipping and chasing at the other's bottom lip, Grian could be heard giggling under his breath. Joel was much louder — which Jimmy can feel exactly why — grunting and having those sounds drank up by the other.
On a more ordinary day, Jimmy may have complained about it being no fair that they get to kiss each other while he just has to sit and watch. Yet, as it stands right now, he's well fallen into the mindset of just sitting pretty; open to be however they want him to be. It's nice, actually, being halfway present for the pleasure while the other half of him floats somewhere above him with the constant buzz of overstimulation.
"You fuck him so well," Grian whispers, pressing an all-but chaste kiss to the corner of the other's mouth.
"How could I not when you... dolled him up so pretty?" Joel laughs, gripping his hands tighter around Jimmy's hips. His nails are blunt, the dull sting coming more from how hard the pads of his fingers were pushing into Jim's skin than anything. Jimmy silently hopes he'll have some kind of mark from it tomorrow — he'd love to sit and relish in remembering this.
Joel, while not usually one to be worked up so quickly, must have found the whole get up very effective. His thrusts become more frantic until they stutter into an almost perfect stop, flush up against Jimmy with barely a rocking motion that could push him deeper. The grumbling moan he gives is music to Jim's ears, sending pride filled delicious shocks straight to his gut; and subsequently, his dick.
The only sounds around them are Joel's softly labored breaths, steadily calming down as he holds himself up over Jim. For a while, the three of them sit in the near silence, basking in the warmth their bodies were sharing.
Joel's the one who breaks it, chuckling softly as he unhooks Jimmy's legs from around him, "Grian, I think you and I are about to have a real mess to clean up."
There's a shift in the air before Grian even speaks, his impish tone audible before this mouth even opens a smidgen. "Or," he starts, slowly moving the pressure off of one of Jimmy's wrists to instead take hold of his hand, "You could eat him out. Problem solved."
Despite being really tired by now, Jimmy cannot lie that the idea doesn't make his already boiling gut turn hotter by about three notches.
"Can he even..." Joel looks down at Jim with soft eyes, gently running one of his hands up and down the outside of the man's thigh, "Would that not be a little much?"
Smiling, Jimmy revels in the way Joel looks at him — worried as to not push too far, but not able to contain the hope behind his gaze. He'll have to remind himself to joke about how weird the man is later, but for now he focuses on the hand clasped with his own. Squeezing it once, he's far more than thankful that he's able to stay silent; talking might ruin the bit of a floating feeling he was clinging onto still.
With a soft squeeze back, Grian hums out with an added tilt to his tone, "He's being a good girl for us, remember? He can take it."
One understanding roll of his eyes later, and Joel is finally pulling himself out of Jimmy. Within no time, he's tugged the man's hips closer to the edge of the countertop and sunk down onto his knees. Joel was obviously looking not to create much of a mess, his hands spreading Jimmy's cheeks apart as he runs the flat of his tongue over his sensitive hole within no time.
The feeling sends a jolt up Jimmy's back, chasing him to gasp and close his legs in slightly around Joel's head. It feels unfortunate that he can't reach down and grab onto his hair, but he finds it hardly something to complain about when the warm tongue deepens into him easily. After getting fucked twice, back to back, he's certainly got give — not to mention that his muscles are too spent to tense up much at all.
And while the sensation of Joel laving over him is constant and causing him to tremble everywhere, it's soft and warm and sweet. Just the same as it feels like too much, he wants ever more of it.
While Joel is working wonders with his tongue, Jimmy finds himself acutely aware of his increasing want to cum again. It's been long enough that he probably could without much issue — but he just knows he'll be spent on energy after he does. He's not sure if having to be carried to bed by two shorter guys would be a great look on him. But, the way he's arching up from the counter and breathing unsteadily was probably fair enough clue to his desire nonetheless.
"Wanna cum, Tim?" Grian says, obviously having picked up on how squirmy Jim's become, "You going to show Joel how much you appreciate him cleaning out your messy cunt?"
Jimmy laughs at this, high pitched and needy. He doesn't even have to coherently answer, because Grian is letting go of the one wrist he still had pinned down previously, and leans over him to wrap his fingers around his aching dick. It's relieving, if only for a second, as Grian starts him off with quick pumps immediately. Jim rolls his head in Grian's lap, wreaked moans falling off his tongue one after another. His legs are shaking moreso than before, hooked over Joel's shoulders, and he can just barely keep them from squishing around the man's head.
"Come on, we're almost done. Be a good girl and cum for us, you can do it." Grian purrs, practically cooing as he twists his hand, using the softness of his palm to roll near the tip of the other's cock.
This second orgasm of his was much gentler than the first, not quite wracking through his whole body the same way. Although, it does still push soft pleasurable waves through his gut for quite some time, leaving him near breathless as his whole being falls pliant to the countertop. Thankfully, Grian knows when to pull his hand away, not letting it edge towards too much stimulation anymore.
Apparently, Joel must have gotten the memo as well, moving away with gentle kisses pressing down Jimmy's thighs before he heaves himself into a stand again.
If he hadn't felt so, so sleepy, Jimmy might have laughed a little louder when he watches as Joel presses a kiss to the corner of Grian's mouth, it having earned him a soft shove and roll of his eyes.
"Not right after you just — Ugh," Grian grumbles, albeit playfully.
Honestly, Jimmy thinks he might've fallen asleep for a second or two, given that the next thing he's realizing is a cold, wet wipe running over his eyelids. It then trails down to his lips, and he realizes the makeup is finally being cleaned off his skin. It truly feels freeing, his face having a much cleaner feel now that he didn't have any of the pigments on him. There's also a pair of warm hands rolling down the socks, getting them to slip off from his legs, which he definitely also appreciates despite a chill that crawls up his skin afterwards.
"Sit up for us, Jim?" Joel asks of him quietly, taking hold of his hands to help. Jimmy complies, wincing slightly as he uses Joel as leverage to sit up. He's not quite sure how long he had been laying like that on the counter, but it certainly didn't feel great now that he wasn't so focused on everything else.
Two pairs of hands are on him now, working the dress up and over his head as slowly and gently as they could. Jim helps where he can, but again, he's so tired and his body is starting to ache. A warm, large shirt is settled down around him and boxers are pulled up to his knees. With help from the two of them, Jimmy gets down from the counter and pulls the boxers up to rest in place. His legs are still a little jelly-like, so he leans a lot onto Joel, who keeps a comforting arm around his back.
"I'll clean up out here and bring in some water, can you two get to our room?" Grian asks, already leaning down to pick up dirty clothes from their floor.
Joel audibly affirms this, and Jimmy just follows along with him quietly. Each step takes a lot out of him, and when he finally kicks the edge of their large bed with one of his feet, he's extremely happy to fall face forward into the soft cushion.
"Need anything?" Joel climbs up onto the bed next to him, resting a hand onto Jimmy's back and softly starting to rub circles into him.
"Mmh," Jim half whines, voice a bit crackly from a dry throat, "Massage?" He half expects Joel to think he was joking, but he's grateful when one hand unquestioningly turns to two and they've began pressing down into the muscles along his back.
Even Joel's massage feels a little tired, and Jim almost feels bad for asking for it before he realizes he's the one that just got fucked twice over their kitchen counter, especially given he didn't know that was going to happen today. He can be a little indulgent if he needs to, he feels it's fair.
Before long, Grian's entered the room and handed off a cold bottle of water to the two others. He sits down next to Jim, opposite of Joel, and chastely runs his fingers over the back of one of Jimmy's thighs.
"Thoughts?" Grian questions. It's something directed to both of them, but Joel stays quiet to let Jim speak up first.
"Was all good," Jimmy finally hums, sleepily smiling as he tries his damnedest to stay awake and coherent, "But maybe wouldn't want that on the counter again, m'back hurts."
Satisfied, Joel lovingly pushes his thumbs against some of what he expected to be Jimmy's more sore muscles before he pipes up, "That was fun to come home to. I got a little worried when I realized you weren't exactly talking, but I saw you squeeze Grian's hand and figured you were just all nice and fucked out already."
"I didn't expect Tim to get that into it, honestly," Grian admits, turning his words back towards Jim, "You got a bit spacey before we really even started though; took that as a good sign."
"Didn't 'xpect it either. Was a good sign." Jimmy agrees, sighing contently as Joel continues to massage his back. Despite having felt so limp against the counter earlier, he must have been really tense in some spots he just hadn't picked up on.
"Was it alright being a surprise? I know sometimes I-"
Jimmy cuts Grian off with a quick "Pssh," sound, following it up with "I liked it. You know I liked it."
The three of them fall into a comfortable quiet after that, just left with the soft huffs from Jimmy whenever Joel rolls the ball of his hand against a tough spot in his back. After some time, Jim gives into the tiredness tugging at his mind and finds himself drifting off. The pressure against his back softened, but it's not removed, simply moving slower and more gently along him. He hopes the other two won't fault him for falling asleep so soon.