#t.ang

Across the room he can hear Impulse and Skizz talking loudly at the dining table. Tango and Ren are sitting with them, but seem to be enjoying watching them argue with each other. Jimmy hesitates for all of half a second before he walks over.

Tango smiles at him as he approaches and leans back slightly, knowing exactly what Jimmy plans to do. He slides onto Tango's lap with practiced ease, arms wrapping around his neck as he settles. Tango's arms wrap around him, one hand resting on his waist, the other coming to rest on the inside of his thigh.

Skizz stops talking mid sentence with a groan. "Come on, Jiggles. We're trying to talk here!"

Jimmy pouts at him and leans into Tango more. "I'm not stopping you. Besides, I leave tomorrow. You guys got him all week."

"You can't wait five minutes?"

Tango chuckles. "It's fine, Skizz. Just ignore him." His hand slides further up Jimmy's thigh, pulling a whimper from him when he squeezes. "You know how he gets."

Skizz huffs but seems to accept the situation, turning back to Impulse. Jimmy tunes him out. He doesn't care what they're talking about, not when Tango's hands are on him. Not when he starts moving those hands, rubbing and squeezing Jimmy in ways he knows will drive him crazy.

Despite the fact that Tango doesn't address him directly and continues talking as though he isn't there, Jimmy is well aware of the fact that he has most of Tango's attention. He whines quietly when Tango's hand continues up his thigh. He's already hard in his jeans from the teasing touches, so when Tango's hand presses against his cock, he can't help bucking up into the touch.

Tango's lips twitch into a smirk, but he doesn't acknowledge him otherwise. Whimpering, Jimmy shifts to bury his face against Tango's neck, pressing soft kisses to every bit of skin he can. He feels Tango shiver slightly, the only sign that he's just as affected by this as Jimmy.

Of course, he can also feel Tango's cock hardening under him. He grinds his hips down against him, moaning softly when Tango's hand presses harder on his cock.

Jimmy's mouth falls open as he pants, Tango's hand stroking his cock slowly through his jeans. He can't stop his hips from bucking each time Tango applies more pressure, the hand on his waist keeping him mostly in place.

He knows he shouldn't find this whole thing as hot as he does, having Tango bring him so close to orgasm in front of their friends. It might bother him more if any of them actually cared. As it stands, they simply roll their eyes and accept that Tango likes to make Jimmy cum in his pants and Jimmy enjoys being made to cum in his pants.

A rough squeeze has him moaning loudly, nails digging into Tango's back. The hand on his waist soothes him at the same time as Tango rubs his cock harder. How Tango always knows when he's so close, Jimmy doesn't know. He's also not going to complain.

He whimpers in Tango's ear that he's close, nipping at his earlobe at another rough squeeze. All it takes is a few more strokes and Jimmy's cumming in his pants, a choked off moan spilling out as Tango strokes him through it.