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Curly's stuck with a child, and it's not as dreadful as anyone would think. He's quite pleased with how things are, given that the kid he ended up taking in wasn't so bad. He met Jimmy all alone in the streets when the rain was pouring; the little guy was drenched from head to toe while vehicles passed by him like he wasn't there, like he didn't need any help. That made Curly's heart ache.
He took him in. He'll take responsibility. Yet it's unlike of him to do that, said his co-workers. Maybe they thought it was ridiculous because, sure, Curly was an admirable captain with admirable traits, but he wouldn't just foster a child out of the blue, even if he claims it's from the goodness of his heart—no, not when there's too much on his plate already.
Screw them. It's not wrong. Curly knows he did the right thing, plus he won't be doing any space-related activities for a few months anyway.
That same night, Curly took his time questioning the sweet boy, asking where his parents must be and why he was out in the dead of night. Jimmy doesn't say much, but there was a subtle look in his eyes, a flash of... fear?
Oh.
No worries! Curly will take care of him.
Whatever the fuck his parents made him go through, Curly thinks Jimmy's a good kid. He knows how to obey whenever he's given a simple task. Sometimes Jimmy's a little spoiled though; his eyes, all doe and wide, looking up at Curly with a pout on his lips whenever he wanted something from the man; he's just too adorable to deny. Curly gives in all the time.
It's been a few months ever since he made Jimmy an official member of the family (even though it was just Curly alone in said family), and as usual on a weekday, he's waiting in the living room, perched on the sofa with his leg bouncing up and down. He's a little agitated. The bus takes so long to get his boy home. Maybe he'll consider fetching Jimmy himself someday because this is just fucking—
He hears the familiar sound of the bus as it pulls over near the entrance of his house. It didn't take long before the door swung open. Curly abruptly stands from his spot on the sofa, walking over to where Jimmy was. The boy takes his shoes off, leaving him in his socks as he proceeds to walk elsewhere, probably going to head straight to his room after a torturous day at school. Curly blinks at this. Did he not see him?
The man clears his throat. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
His tone was a little harsh, not like he intended it to be that way, but he did feel a little hurt when his kid walked past him when he was just right there.
Jimmy lets out a soft 'ah', then turns on his heel so he could approach his father figure. Curly kneels to his height, a fond smile on his face as he watches Jimmy lean in to press a gentle kiss on the side of his lips.
Not enough... It wasn't enough love.
"You missed," Curly murmurs, and Jimmy scoffs.
The boy then plants the kiss on Curly's lips this time, and then he pulls away with an expression that says he just wants to go to his room already. Curly hums in response, notioning him to go ahead.
Jimmy's staying with him now, and that was the only rule he had to follow, most especially when he gets home from school. Curly wasn't a strict person, so it's practically a win-win situation for the both of them. Curly wasn't selfish either; he let Jimmy borrow his stuff—his laptop, his phone, you name it.
But fuck did he want another kiss.
"Jimmy," he calls out just when the boy started venturing up the stairs. Jimmy looks back at him, almost annoyed, and that made him feel a little bad.
"C'mere. You remember when I said we kiss because it's an act of welcoming each other home?" His tone was gentle, soothing. He was lulling Jimmy to him, and it was working.
Oh, dear heavens above. Why is he doing this? He should know better, but he does know better.
Jimmy, only ever following what Curly wants because he's fond of him, groans but is back in front of the blonde. Curly gives him a gentle smile. He leans close enough for their lips to graze against each other before he speaks.
"You trust me, don't you?"
Jimmy nods his head. Why is he so cute?
Without missing a beat, Curly connects their lips. Jimmy doesn't make a sound at first, his body still. He's kissed Curly a bunch of times. The man doesn't stop there; his hand reaches behind Jimmy's head to pull him in closer. The kiss deepens, and Jimmy finds himself squeaking at the suddenness but doesn't dare move an inch from his spot.
Curly slips his tongue inside, and he hears Jimmy moan. If it was from discomfort, Curly doesn't notice, and if he did... Well, he's too into it to stop. His mind's in a daze, heat pooling at the bottom of his stomach at a rapid pace, like how his patience and self-control dissipate whenever he sees Jimmy. Oh, his sweet, sweet kid.
His tongue swirls inside, dominating and exploring all of Jimmy's tiny mouth. His little whines were the cutest. At some point, he feels as if he reached the boy's throat because of Jimmy gagging. Curly would definitely teach him how to get used to it.
Messy. It was messy when they pulled away. Saliva connects their mouths as they take their time to breathe. Curly can't tell if it was drool or tears on Jimmy's face, his hand reaching out to delicately wipe it away.
"That one was out of love," Curly pants, "okay?"
"...Okay," Jimmy says, his voice strained. What a good boy he is.