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This has been sitting unfinished in my WIP folder since the Minecraft movie premier and I'm going to toss it out here now because ex0rin keeps making me think about Oli/Jim so 👍
RPF, NSFW, all those relevant things. Happy no shame rpf summer to all 🥰
Jimmy explores the concept of bisexuality from the stance of a "comfortably" "straight" man who didn't consider it as an option for himself previously. (I love me a good repressed Jimmy being confronted with his desires, what can I say :3c)
Jimmy pulled in a breath, willing himself to have more self control, to go more slowly, to be careful. But almost against his will, his hips snapped forward.
Beneath him, Oli moaned, a bitten-off noise as he, presumably, remembered the paper-thin walls of the hotel room. But even without the noise, his back arched, his spine bending, pressing up into Jimmy’s hands and further onto his cock.
“Fuck,” Jimmy hissed, pulling a breathy giggle from Oli, who never seemed to tire of it when Jimmy dropped the PG persona for one reason or another.
A hand on his back made him startle, and Oli’s eyes rolled back into his head. Double fuck—he’d forgotten that El was there. He blinked at her, dumbly trying to remember what his initial plan was when they’d walked in here. Before she’d lounged on one of the ottoman-cushion-things that you could use as seats or shove under the table that Oli’s belt was currently resting on. Before she’d said that she’d forgotten her strap at home, but Jimmy just had to see what Oli looked like when he was getting railed.
Any protest Jimmy might have made—he wasn’t actually into men, he wouldn’t know the first thing about making Oli feel good—had died on his tongue as Oli had turned away from the door, his cheeks flushed, his eyes scandalized at El’s words, but there had been an undeniable heat in them. A heat that Jimmy had wanted to chase, had wanted to feel for himself.
There was a look on El’s face, pleased, almost triumphant, as she smoothed her hand down the curve of his spine. She leaned in, hooking her chin over Jimmy’s shoulder. He could feel the press of her curves against his back, but somehow the urge he had to get a hand under her short skirt or to shove the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and get his mouth on her was… muted.
Oli made a noise like a whimper beneath him, and his attention snapped back to the man beneath him. With fresh eyes, Jimmy could see the places his control had slipped, bites on Oli’s skin that were sure to bruise. And that was just from how Oli had rocked on his fingers, how he’d sounded egging Jimmy on—
“He feels good doesn’t he?” she murmured, for Jimmy’s ears only.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice a rasp.
“Bet he’s even tighter than I’d be,” she added, pulling away from Jimmy before he could think of a way to respond in a way that wouldn’t be an insult to her, to lean over to Oli and press a kiss to his slack mouth. Jimmy shuddered as she pulled away again, out of sight—out of mind.
He shifted, squeezing one of the hands on Oli’s waist in warning. Oli hooked his knee over Jimmy’s hip, spreading himself wider, a clear invitation. Jimmy wanted to see what El meant. He wanted to absolutely wreck Oli, he wanted—
There was a burning heat inside of him that he couldn’t quite place. Lust, yes, God, he was so hard he felt like he was going to black out at any second, but there was something else curling in his gut. It stuck to him, coating his ribs every time he breathed. Oli’s eyes were glazed as he blinked up at Jimmy, and the smile he gave him was like nothing Jimmy had ever seen.
Before Jimmy knew what he was doing, he was prying his fingers away from Oli’s hip to lean down, bending Oli in half so that he could press his forehead to Oli’s cheekbone.
Oli’s arms welcomed him easily, like this was any other hug, and Jimmy wasn’t buried to the hilt inside of him, bracing for whatever realization awaited him at the end of this. Because he knew what the other, burning want in him was, and there was no way he was going to be able to ignore it once he started moving. Once he saw what El and Oli had wanted him to see. Oli would know. One look at him, and Oli would know. And he and El had no secrets from one another, so she would know, too. And that would make three people, total, but it would flay him out in this hotel room. He’d be left so completely bare that it terrified him.
Oli’s hand found his hair, scratching along his scalp, soothing. He turned his head so that his breath ghosted over Jimmy’s ear.
“C’mon, big man,” he murmured, for Jimmy’s ears only. “I’ve got you.”
Jimmy lifted his head, pulling back enough to see Oli’s eyes, still dark with want, but clear, crystal clear. And of course, of course Oli already knew. Oli wasn’t going to make it into anything unless Jimmy did. For all Oli was louder than life, he knew when to be calm.
Jimmy could hardly stand it.
He leaned in, and Oli had been waiting for it, waiting for him the whole time. His mouth was as ready for Jimmy’s intrusion as the rest of his body had been, and he kissed Jimmy like he was welcoming him home.
Jimmy’s intentions were ones most pure: simply use Grian’s bathroom: just a quick visit to the little minecrafter’s room and rejoin the festivities of the Euro’s downstairs with Joel and their lovely host. But Grian left his office door open - and clearly didn’t have time to clean up.
And that simple crack in the door was all it took for Jimmy’s sojourn to the bathroom to morph into something far beyond his own reasoning.
Resting atop Grian’s desk, in view of the naked eye, is a fleshlight - a pretty nice one from the shine of the sleeve and how life-like the material looks and the detail of the mould…
For a time, Jimmy finds himself standing [more like swaying, he was a bit of a lightweight] in the hallway, his full bladder sinking into the depths of his body’s wants as he stares at the fleshlight so brazenly displayed and fills his mouth become heavy with drool at the amount of cum oozing through the intricately moulded sleeve.
The way it’s propped up on the cap, cum oozing past the moulded lips - it’s taunting Jim. Taunting him with the knowledge that Grian sat in that chair and stroked himself with that sleeve just before they arrived - it did take him a moment to answer the door - and left a pretty mess oozing out of it. The mental image of his friend, his very good friend for multiple years mind, pulling his slacks down and sliding his cock into the sleeve, feeling it stretch and mould around him as a little fleeting sound of pleasure comes out - but he knows he has guests coming, so he’ll have to be quick… coming. Thrusting his hips up, the squelch of lube and the toy against his hips filling his office, balls slapping repeatedly against the sleeve as he vigorously fucks into it and his face tighter and tighter with his climax crashing into him as the door bell rings again. The mould hugs and squeezes his cock until he’s cursing into the empty air of the office and filling the sleeve with his load.
Jimmy was not about to become jealous of this piece of plastic.
But staring at the tight slit, shiny with sweat, Grian’s cum bubbling out with all the grace of magma seeping from a dying volcano, Jimmy can’t help but feel himself strain against his denim when he thinks about that being his hole. Of Grian oozing out of him, looming over him, both of them panting for breath, his hands so commanding and firm on his body so slick with sweat, the thick musk of sex in the air, his own cock neglected but leaking into a pooling a mess on the bed that Grian will yell at him about.
It’s not the first time he’s thought about Grian like that. Truth be told he has lost count of how many times his friend has floated into his fantasies - he did have to stop himself from moaning for him while having sex more than once.
The last time was when he found himself staring at the premiere photos for far too long. It was hard not to notice the way the suit pants emphasised Grian’s bulge, whether it was he was at half-chub all day or his balls were large, or perhaps both, Jimmy floated between the options based on whatever his fantasies demanded.
The sight of the fleshlight does summon an errant fantasy from a lonely night earlier in the month: of Grian - dangerously handsome, despicably mean, and charmingly pesky Grian - pulling out of some faceless hole. It could have been Kirsty, could have been Joel, could have been anyone, and yanking Jimmy up to the mess he’s left in them, his cock throbbing and neglected and making him like up the mess like a misbegotten mutt… he hasn’t cum that hard in months.
Okay, maybe Jimmy is a little jealous of this piece of plastic.
And before he knows it, he’s leaning into in Grian’s office, hard as a rock, staring at the fleshlight spilling a mess onto the desk.
He really should just go use the bathroom. It is why he was up here.
It would be wrong, so very wrong to do anything with this, and Jimmy feels his stomach knotting like a metal hook is catching in his intestine and is trying to pull him to the lavatory, but his feet don’t move. That glistening release, the thick globs of Grian’s climax taunt him and dare him to move closer into the heavy sweat of pleasure staining the air around Grian’s workspace.
It would be wrong, right? What a gross invasion of privacy… but when is he going to get a chance like this again…
A quick lick for curiosity sake and then he can go.
Stepping into the room, Jimmy finds his feet crossing over each other in rotten excitement - landing on his knees with a thump in front of Grian’s desk: eye level with the used fleshlight.
Tipsy, Jimmy runs his thumb through the mess spilling onto the table and shudders at the lingering warmth of the cum collecting on his finger - so recent… Rubbing the spilt mess over the fleshlight, Jimmy is slow in how he thumbs the mess into the sleeve and he can’t help but shudder in the slick feeling and sinful squelch of his friend’s load against the soft skin like material.
It’s still so warm: Grian’s cum filling up much of the sleep but more so the heat of the friction clings to the interior and it’s perfectly moulded grooves that must feel so good around his cock.
Probably feels just as good on his lips [Holy moly, he’s disgusting… but he can’t stop]
Jimmy leans close and places a soft kiss to the sculpted lips still clinging to the phantom warmth of Grian’s cock. The lingering musk of his body is rubbed bare into the soft skin, and he can’t help but moan into the sleeve as it dances on his lips.
It’s a little clammy, how could the synthetic skin not be with how ardently Grian appears to have used it, but Jimmy finds something comforting about the tacky material sticking to his lips and sprinkling his tongue with the artificial flare of the sleeve.
Breathing in the moment and every sensation that flutters across his nerves, a shiver ripples through Jimmy’s body as he presses his lips to the toy’s, slotting together like they were made to be.
Getting lost in the motion of peppering kisses on Grian’s fleshlight shouldn’t be as easy as it. Jimmy should really have more shame about this right? His legs grow weaker and weaker and his chest roars with a clawing disgraceful want that spurs his tongue to slide along the moulded folds.
Tenderly, Jimmy slowly laps at the fleshlight as if it were the pussy of his most beloved. He savours the slightly gummy texture sticking to his tongue soaked with Grian’s sweat and the pungent musk wafting up his nostrils. His tongue glides through the lips with a strangled little moan, shaky hands desperately clasping around the shell of the toy and keeping it at his lips as if he were chained to it.
Then, his tongue pokes into the sleeve and a thick glob of Grian’s cum slides down his tongue. A keening whimper rolls up his ribs to meet it in his mouth, swirling on his tongue. He can already feel some of the mess sticking to his beard - he will definitely have to go to the bathroom to clean up now.
The taste is intense - salty and sharp and weirdly sweet mingling on his tongue and Jimmy can’t help but drool as he gulps it down with a shivering moan. He really is eating his friend’s load out of his used toy…
He does not, in fact, stop at a quick lick.
The mess spills onto his tongue like an avalanche, Jimmy’s desperate whines echoing into the depths of the toy as he laps at his friend’s mess with such little shame that he really should be ashamed. But with the want roaring in his gut like an unrestrained flame, he can’t bring himself to feel much beyond the pounding heat in his chest and the ache of his leaking cock oozing pre into his underwear straining against his trousers.
Lapping at the hole, Jimmy swallows mouthfuls of Grian’s cum with a dizzy smile and an increasingly fuzzy head as the taste becomes increasingly savoured. It’s thick and sticky dropping down his gullet, and if he closes his eyes he can feel the distant heat of Grian’s cock in his mouth: the underside of it throbbing on his tongue as he spurts into his throat, treating Jimmy like the cum-drunk whore he is acting like.
Strangled, secret sounds of pleasure spill into the toy as Jimmy gulps down the cum with a shaky smile, savouring each ridge and squeeze of the cushioned tightness on his tongue. Swirling over the sculpted clit and hole like he’s trying to orchestrate the most soul shattering climax from this toy, Jimmy let’s his mind wander to the thought of this being Grian’s cunt, of Jimmy getting to fuck him and not pulling out, and being dragged down to clean up the mess he’s made like a misbehaving pup.
He does think about Grian with a pussy every so often and licking at the mess spent in this toy stokes those embers.
His tongue thrusts in and out of the sleeve where Grian’s cock was less than a hour ago [it’s far too easy to imagine an approximation of his friend’s cock sliding in alongside his tongue somehow] and he feels himself slipping to a puddle on the office floor, legs splaying out, tilting the fleshlight against his lips and savouring every drop like a fine vintage.
“So this is where you scampered off to Tim…” The low, half-disappointed, half-amused tone catches his ears like an owner calling his dog name. Jimmy’s head swivels to look towards the doorframe, thick ropes of saliva and cum connecting his lips to the tip of the sculpted end and stick in his beard.
Grian’s standing in his office doorway.
Grian’s standing in his office doorway, leaning against it like he’s been there for a while.
Grian’s standing in his office doorway, leaning against it like he’s been there for a while, watching Jimmy make out with his used fleshlight whose mess is splattered across his beard and glossy over his lips.
Panting for breath - apparently he forgot to breathe when he was making out with Grian’s used toy - the embarrassment rushes through his body like churling magma of a volcano about to erupt. His eyes, soft browns, melt like chocolate until they are dewy and hazy. Widening as much as the heavy lids will permit in recognition of Grian’s presence, Jimmy stares at him: and his pointed eyes and devilish smirk at the sight in front of him.
“Oh please Tim, don’t let me disrupt,” Grian steps into the room with his voice catching a dangerously low purr, like a panther stalking in the brush, and Jimmy can feel his heart jump up his throat with each step.
“Gri - I ummm I was just looking for the bathroom,” Jimmy’s feeble attempt at rationising his tongue being stuffed in his friend’s used fleshlight comes out in long measured breaths, chest heaving up and down. Only now did he realise just how out of breath he is.
The creaking of the door closing comes to Jimmy as the potential death knell of his friendship and likely life.
“Funny, don’t think my bathroom is at the bottom of a used fleshlight,” Grian says pointedly and Jimmy can feel the shame race up his spine like a chilling dread.
“I, Grian I’m sor-”
"Oh please, don't stop being a slut on my account Tim, you and that gross used toy seem to be hitting it off" the humiliation shouldn’t feel so good - shouldn’t make a viscerally depraved moan wither and die in his throat like Grian’s gaze is choking him out.
“Really that desperate to taste my cock you have to sink to lick at my toys? God Tim, just when I think you can’t get anymore pathetic.” Grian purrs, low and dangerous, eat word twisting around his neck like a noose: tighter and tighter until he’s left with a dull pressure at the the back of his eyes that only builds as Grian leans down to him.
“Grian - I-” Grian’s hand seizes his jaw and yanks his head upwards to demand his undivided attention.
“I asked you a question slut.” He growls with a smile, a dangerous softness beneath the sudden rush of gruffness that seizes his voice which makes a visceral shudder rush from his spine to his cock.
Jimmy whines. Whine might not be apt for the sound that spills past his lip: it’s visceral and wet and so unbelievably feeble and pathetic that it is more at home coming from a wounded songbird than a man.
Grian’s words rake across him like coals as his cock throbs and heart hammers: he could probably cum from the words alone, and the revelation of that fact just makes his cock jolt. Hearing Grian say the words he only imagines in the dark of lonely nights, feeling his fingers dig into his jaw, stake their claim, and threaten to bruise is all he has ever wanted.
Jimmy summons what’s left of his brain with rosy cheeks and a slack jaw. “Yes… I… I think about you a lot and,” Jimmy pants, Grian’s eyes become more pointed and dangerous from behind his rims, “I just wanted to know what you taste like… just the once and… got carried away…”
Grian clicks his tongue as he inspects the toy and drops Jimmy’s chin, wiping the accumulated mess of spit and cum thick and sticky on his hand against his cheek. “Well, keep going Tim, I want it spotless,” there’s a growl of danger in his voice as Grian sits in his office chair, eyes falling onto Jimmy with all the grace of the headsman axe.
He wants a show. Wants to see how far Jimmy will deprave himself… He is eager to please.
With a trembling lip, chest tight like his lungs can’t fill, beneath the watchful obliterating gaze of Grian leaning back in his chair like some monolithic arbiter, Jimmy hungrily laps at the fleshlight, letting sopping wet moans soaking with desperation spill alongside the drool and cum catching his chin.
He makes out with the toy ardently, tongue lapping and rolling it its depths, swirling in the spilt mess still clinging to the sides of the synthetic skin. Without even realising it, his hips start rolling with each sloppy exchange with Grian’s fleshlight.
He can feel Grian’s eyes on him tracing the bob of his Adam's apple with domineering appreciation, as he gulps down mouthfuls of his increasingly stale cum with just as much excitement as the first taste. “You really are disgusting Tim, you know that right, sneaking into my office and lapping at my cum like a filthy mutt,” Jimmy can feel each humiliation, each degrading sneer served with a smile, stoke the heat at the end of his spine. He should feel embarrassed and disgusted, and part of him does, but the thumping heat filling his body with each rising beat of his heart swallows any of that for the moment.
Each lap and thrust of his tongue under Grian’s watchful gaze feels electric - he can feel his cock pulsating, unbearably uncomfortable against the denim squeezing him tight enough to threaten an orgasm.
Grian, evidently, notices this. Without a word, he presses a socked foot forward and bears down on Jimmy’s cock. He almost chokes on the mouthful of cum he was half-way through swallowing when he feels the weight of Grian’s sole on his needy cock, toes curling around to squeeze the head.
He cum with a strangled desperate whine. His orgasm seizes the hazy corners of his soul as he spurts into his boxers, feeling his own release soak into the fabric and cling to his throbbing shaft.
“Really Tim, already. Should have now a whore like you would be a quick shot.” Grian sighs dismissively, bearing down his foot enough to pull a pained overstimulated sob out of Jim before cruelly dragging it away.
He laughs when Jimmy’s hips chase his foot.
“I bet you were hoping Joel would find you like this, oh he would never have let you live this down,” Grian purrs as Jimmy’s lips stretch around the circumference of the toy and buries his tongue in the toy, desperately flicking at the increasingly cold globs of cum stuck at the back, “not like I’m gonna let you live this down either: but your secret’s safe with me Tim… as long as you are a good boy.”
The implication haunts him, the lingering promise of more at Grian’s whims only encourages renewed dedication in cleaning out his toy, even as his orgasm fizzles to white noise in his body.
Pulling back from the toy, lips glossy and a little swollen, Jimmy presents the toy to Grian as if he were spreading his legs and showing off his cunt - as if the things were part of him. Without prompting, he opens his mouth and lets Grian see the swill and dregs of his last orgasm collecting at the back of his mouth.
The way Grian’s eyes subtly widen fills Jimmy with pride. The sight of Grian’s cock throbbing against his trousers gargles out a needy whine that has cum rolling sticky against his throat.
Leaning forwards, Grian gently takes his chin and holds his bottom lip captive with his thumb.
“Good boy, now swallow slut.”
Eye’s half lidded and wet, the disgust and affection, the crumb of praise dusted atop a mountain of degradation like dress fallen snow, all swirling in Grian’s voice haunts him like a spectre. Panting, drooling spilling into his lap, Jimmy rolls his tongue back, wills his throat to tighten and squeeze, and maintains bleary eye contact as he swallows the last of Grian’s cum down his throat with a shuddering moan.
Jimmy holds his mouth open so Grian can approve of its emptiness, of his cum staining Jimmy’s throat and swallowed down to his gut. Grian’s cock strains against his trousers as he does, and Jimmy can’t help a satisfied smile catch the corner of his arching, shiny, lips. That’s approval enough for him.
Panting, still clutching the fleshlight in his hand, Jimmy remains transfixed by the disgustingly pleased look on Grian’s face as his hand leaves his chin and suddenly it’s as if he’s foundationless and crumbling.
“Blimey G… you cum a lot…” Jimmy mumbles deliriously, swaying back and forth and about to become intimately acquainted with Grian’s office floor if he didn’t scoot the chair forward and catch him on his thigh.
“Was pretty pent up.” He says flatly, a hand carding through Jimmy’s dishevelled quiff. A low hum of appreciation rolls up his throat as he realises just how unbelievably heavy his eyes are.
“You don’t… hate me right?” Jimmy manages, nesting closer to the simple comfort of Grian’s thigh like it’s a liferaft despite the question lingering in the air.
Grian’s fingers tickle at the bristle as the bottom of his hair in an unfocused spiral as he lets the question linger in the air - definitely to be a pesky little bugger. “No Jim, I don’t hate you. Think you’re a little gross when you could have just asked to suck me off, but no hate,” the bluntness of Grian’s admission momentarily pulls him from that thick haze of pleasure, but as soon as Grian’s fingers catch on his hair and pull at his roots he sinks back down as if he’s been pulled under.
But before he can get comfortable, Grian is standing up and ushering him up. “Now, let’s get you to the loo before you piss all over my office floor.”
“Like… like you wouldn’t want to make me piss myself.”
“Next time maybe.”
“So there’s a next time?”
“If you don’t piss all over my carpet, yeah sure.”
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The fact that I genuinely CAN'T find any other YouTubers that have had bulges in their photos makes me think that either everyone else is just really small or Grian is just perpetually rock hard
There are a lot of ways to look at it.
Maybe his pants are just really flattering.
Maybe he's perpetually at half mast with all the excitement of being around his friends (which is admittedly when we get the most Grian bulge pics).
Maybe he's just big enough that he struggles to conceal it the way other guys can.
Maybe he wears a packer to boost his ego a little bit.
Maybe he's just got huge balls, dude. We know he talks about 'em a lot. Calls them his best friends etc.
I'm good with any one of these options tbh.
Re: no other YouTubers with bulge. Joel also has a fat cock. He and Grian were both packing at the Minecraft movie premiere.
We've seen some good Joel bulge. Just fyi. Short kings with fat cocks.
POV: You and Charlie got stuck waiting out a storm in his car, and he just couldn’t help himself. (yeah this is mostly just a moaning/whimpering compilation)
