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Jimmy’s leg is bouncing, it has been ever since Curly sat down. He glances in Curly’s direction, hoping he doesn’t notice. Jimmy’s heart is racing, his cock is stiffening, his fingers drum against his leg to prevent losing his cool.
Curly’s arms rest behind his head, he’s sitting rather low into the couch, manspreading. Jimmy lets out a quiet huff. All he can smell is Curly. The scent of a man who’s spent all day under the sun, lingering remnants of his cologne.