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November 23rd, 2022
Jeff sighed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, pushing his hair out of his face before cringing at what he saw and moving it back. He honestly didn’t get why so many people were attracted to him, why Toby was attracted to him. His skin was a weird color, he was covered in burn scars that never faded from the color red, he had those stupid fucking smile scars on his face he made when he was a child and then continued cutting into adulthood for some reason, and his hair was a mess no matter how much he tried to make it look nice. At least it was a cool color. He’d been dying it black for years, since it grew back brown and he didn’t like the way his natural hair color looked with his skin color, but recently he decided to start fucking around with other colors and started dying the underside a different color. Right now it was purple.
Jeff sighed again, adjusting the sleeves on his button up shirt before finally tearing his eyes away from the mirror. There was only about an hour left before guests would start arriving for the annual Creepypasta Thanksgiving party. Today wasn’t Thanksgiving, that was tomorrow. They didn’t have the party on actual Thanksgiving so the proxies could spend the holiday with people they actually gave a shit about. At least that’s how Jeff viewed it. He hated these parties, but at least this year it was Slenderman’s turn to host all of them so Jeff didn’t have to leave the mansion.
Formal attire was still required for this party though. Jeff couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he tied the laces on his Doc Martens. Formal attire sucked. Jeff hated suits and refused to ever wear one. He made it very clear years ago that the nicest outfit Slenderman would ever get out of him was a black button up shirt and black Doc Martens. He was even still wearing his usual black skinny jeans.
That didn’t mean Jeff didn’t at least try to look nice. He at least made sure he wore his singular pair of non-ripped skinny jeans and he styled his shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and had the first couple of buttons undone, showing off a little bit of his chest. Jeff thought it was a pretty nice outfit, if it was on someone else. He thought it looked half assed on him.
He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift back to the mirror. He scanned over his appearance, eyes lingering on the burn scar in full view on his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. The sudden urge to break the mirror overwhelmed him and he frantically picked up the sheet bunched on the floor and hung it back over the glass where it usually was.
He took a step back, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a deep breath to calm himself. The self hatred usually didn’t hit him this hard these days.
Jeff shook his head to clear his thoughts. When that didn’t work, he brought his hands up and quickly buttoned two buttons on his shirt so just his collarbones were visible, hoping that would satisfy the horrible thoughts.
“No, keep them unbuttoned,” a voice piped up from the doorway, making Jeff jump. He turned and saw Toby leaning against the open doorframe, hand still on the door handle. Jeff hadn’t even heard the door open. “I liked it.”
Jeff’s breath caught in his throat as he took in Toby’s appearance. He hated suits, he really did, but something about them on Toby did it for him. He was wearing a simple one, just a white button up with a black blazer and black dress pants. His blazer was completely unbuttoned and he had a plain black tie. Jeff’s favorite thing about the whole outfit was probably his shoes. Toby only owned one pair of shoes, and they were these extremely dirty, beat up black Converse. They were so dirty they didn’t even look black anymore, and they were completely falling apart. They were literally being held together by duct tape. Something about those shoes being paired with a suit just screamed Toby . Jeff loved it.
Jeff was snapped out of his thoughts by Toby stepping forward, closing the door behind him and stopping in front of him. Jeff tended to forget how big their height difference actually was, it was times like these he was reminded. He actually had to look down just to look at him, Toby’s head coming up to just below Jeff’s chin. Suddenly he was worried about how he looked from a downward angle.
His thoughts were cut off by Toby’s hands,
which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.
His hands actually looked kind of nice these days, since he’d gotten better about chewing on them. They gently gripped the fabric of Jeff’s shirt, threading the buttons through the holes until the two buttons were undone again. Jeff felt warmth pooling in his core at Toby undoing some of his clothes, and he blinked a couple times to expel the thoughts.
Now is not the time!
“I think it looks nice,” Toby stated, eyes drifting up to meet his as his hands lingered. “I think you look nice.”
Jeff felt his breath catch in his throat. They’d only been dating for a little over a month, so he still wasn’t used to romantic affection.
He brought his hands up to cup Toby’s cheeks, pressing his forehead against the top of his head. “Thanks, baby,” he said softly.
Toby tilted his head up so their foreheads were pressed against each other. His eyes scanned over Jeff’s face. “Are you okay?”
Jeff nodded. “Yeah, just looked in the mirror a little too long, I guess.”
Toby frowned, obviously not a fan of that answer. It was the truth though.
Toby’s shoulder ticced as his eyes drifted down and scanned Jeff’s body, which did not help his growing insecurity. One of his hands drifted to his chest, specifically landing on the burn scar. His fingers ran over the scarred flesh. Jeff wished he could feel it.
“I think you’re really pretty,” Toby confessed softly.
Jeff couldn’t help the feeling in his chest. He assumed Toby had to be at least somewhat physically attracted to him. Why would he be dating him if he wasn’t? But this was the first time Toby had said it.
Before he could even think of a response, Toby’s hand was on the back of his neck and he was pulling him down. Their lips met and Jeff’s brain completely shut off. He brought his hands down to Toby’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer as Toby’s arms wrapped around his neck. Kissing Toby was a feeling Jeff didn’t know how to describe. After years of only kissing random hookups whose names he didn’t even bother to learn, he forgot kissing was actually supposed to feel good.
It was when he backed Toby up against his dresser that he remembered they were just kissing. Since he started dating Toby, he was having a hard time reminding himself that kissing didn’t always lead to sex.
Toby didn’t seem to mind being pushed up against the dresser though. He leaned against it as he pulled himself on to his tiptoes. The extra height being added made Jeff realize how much his neck was starting to hurt from having to bend down so far. Well if Toby didn’t mind being pushed against the dresser, Jeff figured that maybe he won’t mind this either.
He disconnected their lips briefly, earning a small whine from Toby, and brought his hands to the backs of Toby’s thighs. He gasped as he was lifted off the ground, his hands gripping tightly onto the fabric of Jeff’s shirt. He placed Toby on his dresser, knocking over a picture frame in the process but that was the last thing on Jeff’s mind at the moment.
Toby pulled Jeff back in, their faces now being at a more even level. Jeff’s hands stayed on Toby’s thighs, gently sliding them open so he could slot in between his legs. One of Toby’s hands slid to his hair. Jeff couldn’t help but smirk against his lips. Toby’s hands were always in his hair.
Jeff distantly wondered if they were about to fuck as he licked at Toby’s bottom lip. Usually this was when they were interrupted by something, but this time no interruption came as Toby opened his mouth for him. Jeff slipped his tongue in, feeling it slide against Toby’s tongue, and fuck . Jeff had been thinking about this for years .
He felt Toby’s tongue sneak its way into his mouth and Jeff very suddenly became aware of blood rushing down to certain places. If they weren’t about to fuck, they would probably have to stop soon, lest Jeff walk around the entire Thanksgiving party with an obvious boner in his skinny jeans.
Oh shit. The Thanksgiving party.
Jeff sighed through his nose, letting his tongue rub against Toby’s a final time before begrudgingly pulling away. And god , if he wasn’t turned on before, the little whine Toby made and the string of spit connecting their lips definitely would’ve done it.
“Baby, the party,” he reminded him, pressing his forehead against the other boy’s. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand when the string of spit broke.
Toby whined again, this time louder. “Fuck the party,” he said, leaning back in.
Jeff placed his hand in front of Toby’s mouth. “While I share that sentiment, if we don’t head down soon, people are going to come looking for us, and personally I’d prefer to not have an erection when that happens.”
Toby’s cheeks turned bright red as he nodded. “Right, yeah.” He tore his eyes away, his neck ticcing.
Jeff raised an eyebrow at his sudden embarrassment, before the realization hit him and his eyes darted down. Sure enough, there was a nice little tent in Toby’s pants that wasn’t there before. Jeff couldn’t help the little chuckle he let out at the sight.
Toby just groaned, shoving him away as he jumped off the dresser. He marched towards the mirror, ripping the sheet down and starting to assess how obvious it was. The answer was: pretty obvious. His dress pants weren’t exactly tight on him, but it was fairly obvious that his bulge was bigger than usual. Toby whined softly, his face the color of a tomato.
“Maybe no one will notice,” Jeff tried.
“Bullshit.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jeff cringed, turning and fixing the picture frame that got knocked over. He stared down at the picture of him and his cat inside the frame, swallowing down the urge to offer to help. Toby was already embarrassed enough as it was, he didn’t want to make it worse by offering to suck his dick.
Jeff sighed. “Thanks for making me feel better.”
When he received no response, he glanced up to see Toby had sunk to his knees, his arms wrapped around his stomach as he stared at the floor. His head ticced to the side as Jeff approached him.
“Hey,” he tried, reaching out to put his hand on his shoulder. Toby leaned away from it, whistling.
Jeff frowned, sitting down next to him. “I gave you a boner, don’t ignore me.” Nice one, Jeff.
Toby laughed softly though. “Sorry.”
“Sorry for the boner,” Jeff scoffed.
Toby laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as his head ticced. “It doesn’t make you feel weird?”
“Honestly, if we made out and you didn’t get at least a little hard, I’d be offended.”
Toby’s eyes drifted towards him. “You’re not hard.”
Jeff scoffed. “I was getting there. That’s why I stopped us,” he snickered. “Boners are so obvious in skinny jeans.”
Toby rolled his eyes fondly, his tongue clicking. There was silence between them before, “It didn’t seem like you believed me when I called you pretty, so I thought I’d tell you in a language you’d understand.”
“You calling me a whore?”
“What? No!” Toby sputtered, turning to him. His concern wiped away when he saw the look on Jeff’s face.
Jeff snickered. “I was joking.”
“Yeah, I got that,” Toby huffed, turning away. He gestured to his crotch. “I think you’re pretty.”
“I think you think I’m a little more than just pretty actually.”
Toby groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Jeff chuckled, leaning his head against his shoulder. “Thanks, love. I appreciate it.”
Toby smiled fondly, dropping his hands and resting his head against Jeff’s. “I love you, Jeff.”
Jeff couldn’t help but grin as his eyes drifted to his reflection in front of him. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad anymore. “I love you too, Toby.”