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“Man, there is just nothing on,” Jerry sighed.

“Hey,” Kramer exclaimed, grabbing Jerry’s face with his free hand, “I’m on. I’m giving us something to do here. It’s like a bad movie at the theater, you neck.”

Jerry blinked slowly and registered Kramer’s hand on his chin, drawing him into a kiss. A slight hesitation crossed his mind, but his body was too tired and his frustration with his night was too great to pass up a sloppy makeout.

Kramer sat up, took a drag of his cigar before placing it on the ashtray and taking Jerry’s face in both hands. He coaxed his friends mouth open and blew the smoke in for them to share. Jerry’s eyes watered a bit as he inhaled and exhaled, that sluggish feeling trickling all down his body.

Kissing Kramer again, he carted his fingers in his frizzy mane and sucked on his tongue, feeling the blood rushing from his ears down to his prick. His hips bucked a few times absentmindedly, causing Kramer to reach down and pop open the fly of his pants and Jerry’s jeans.

Jerry pulled away for a breather and watched Kramer take both their cocks in hand, but not before licking his palm. The television glow on the side of Kramer’s face have him a bit of a spooky quality, a sex demon come to ravage Jerry in the wee hours to distract him from his recent rejection.

The staring started to make him antsy so he leaned up for another kiss but Kramer pulled away.

“C’mon, Cosmo,” Jerry groaned.

“Nah ah, I want you to beg,” Kramer said, more of a growl than a whisper. He swiped his thumb over the head of Jerry’s dick, smearing the bead of slick there.

“Kramer,” Jerry moaned, throwing an arm over his eyes like a southern belle on a fainting couch. He could hear the words burbling up in his mind and crawling out of his mouth before even said them.

“Please, Kramer,” Jerry said, his entire face red under the crook of his elbow.

“Please, what?” Kramer said smugly, stroking faster.

“Please kiss me, dammit,” Jerry said, pulling his arm away from his eyes and grabbing the back of Kramer’s head.

Their mouths met in a harsher fury than before, kisses peppered with panting and moans as they drew closer to climax. They both felt that pull deep in the root of their abdomen, Jerry eventually pulled away and pressed his face into the crook of Kramer’s neck, smelling the beach mingle with his new layer of glistening sweat. His thin tee from Rudy’s was soft against his cheek, another pleasant sensation after another, and before he knew it, Jerry cried out and came all over his scrunched up shirt. Kramer followed suit and unloaded all over Jerry as well.

They panted and Kramer went to stand and stumbled to the floor between the couch and the TV.

“You good?” Jerry said, taking off his soiled shirt.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Kramer said, softer than he intended.

Jerry stood and wobbled a bit as he went to the bedroom and tossed his shirt in the hamper before grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom and cleaning himself off. He tossed the towel to Kramer and he did the same.

Adorning some pjs, Jerry appeared in the doorway and nodded to the bedroom.