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In Steve's apartment, him and Jimmy were playing games. The tension grew between them each time their joysticks moved. The game was heated, each push of a button could win or lose this. A long five minutes had went by, and the pixilated death sound sent steve into a silent rage. Ignoring Jimmy's yell of celebration, he went to go finish putting up his guitar from earlier. The whole reason his friend was over in the first place was because of band practice. He had stayed behind while the girls had to go, busy with quite a few things in their lives.
Jimmy sat on the couch, still holding the controller he had beaten steve with. He looked behind him and watched steve, maybe paying a bit too much attention to some particularly plump areas of his body. His stomach suddenly growled, and he realized how long it'd been since they've eaten. "Hey, steve..." he spoke with a cocky voice, which was a stark contrast between Steve's low grunt of an answer. Taking this as a sign to go on, Jimmy continued speaking. "I'm fucking hungry. Could we go fucking walk down to the fucking pizza place near by and grab a few fucking slices?" Steve whipped around with his stupid grin, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Do you wanna eat there or do you wanna continue fucking up my place?" They both giggled for a moment before Jimmy answered. "I wanna fucking—..eat with you there...," his voice got quiet, as if he was embarrassed. "Not as a fucking date, of course.. But I just wanna be somewhere fucking intimate with you. Not as a date. I know you're not fucking gay." They avoided each other's gaze, trying to play off their emotions as friendly. Silence fell over the two until steve spoke. "Lets go, then. Not like there's anything else to do."
Steve walked over to the couch where they had placed their coats. He grabbed Jimmy's and threw it to him, it landing in his face. They laughed before they continued dressing. Digging through his pockets as they headed towards the door, steve found his scarf. Wrapping it around his neck, it brought a great warmth through his whole body. Jimmy stared at his neck expectingly. "Steeeeve!! You're gonna let me be fucking cold?" He tugged on the loose end of the scarf, trying to pull it off while the other resisted. "Cmonn!! You've got all that fucking fat to keep warm! But here I am.. Skinny and fucking cold.. Fucking selfish!" Steve shrugged, putting on a silly act when he's just gonna give it up in the end. "I dunno... You look very warm and cozy, there, Jimmy." Jimmy whined. Giving up on pulling the scarf away he nuzzled himself into Steve's arm. "This'll do.. Fucker." The bigger one pulled him close, their bodies pressed against each other to share warmth. "This is like, sooooo gay." He pushed the door open and started walking out, coming down a flight of stairs to reach the first floor. Pushing the front doors open, they both practically froze instantly. Jimmy nuzzled into steve as their cheeks heated up. Was it from the cold or was it from their closeness? Neither would admit the truth.
The leaves crunched beneath their feet, and the wind was a sign of the winter to soon come. The pizza place wasn't too far away, so they just walked. They were silent, not out of resent nor because of anger, but simply because they just wanted to enjoy the moment. The day was beautiful despite it being fall. The ground was covered in dead leaves and everyone around huddled up with their loved ones.
After a few more streets of walking, they finally made it to the restaurant. The smell was inviting and the warmth pulled them in. Jimmy didn't need to be in Steve's arm anymore, but he didn't wanna pull away. Steve was staring at him, confused, so he drew back and put some distance between them. The place was overly busy though, so no one took notice of their awkwardness. Steve walked up and cleared his throat to get the attention of the cashier.
"So, I'd like to order a half meat lover and half—" he turned back to James and smiled, waiting for his preferred pizza. "Half fucking supreme, please!" the cashier nodded and they went to go find themselves a table. They sat across from each other at a two person table. It was close and personal, and that's all they needed. Jimmy was the first to speak. "Fucking meat lover, huh? Are you trying to fucking tell me something, Steve.. You usually order fucking sausage and pep!!" He was half joking, but he always questioned Steve's straightness and hadn't bothered to ask till now. "Maybe." Steve replied with a smirk, extending his leg under the table to collide with Jimmy's. "Maybe,.. I want your meat..." He looked dead serious for a moment, but then the waiter came with their pizza and Steve acted like he didn't do anything odd, quickly grabbing a slice of his side and shoving a bite into his mouth. Jimmy was perplexed, but he dare not speak a word about it, not wanting to make things awkward between them. Though, he did mutter a "what the fuck was that" under his breath.
After they finished eating, Steve paid the bill, murming something about Jimmy owing him something. He then took off his scarf and wrapped it around jimmys neck, getting really close to his face as he did so. "Thanks." Jimmy muttered under his breath, resisting the urge to pull him in for a kiss. He grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him back into the cold, fall streets. He gripped his hand tight, tight enough to make Steve pull his away and put it into his pocket. "I don't wanna go back to my place just yet. Wanna take a longer path?" Steve asked, wanting to make it less awkward between them. Jimmy nodded, mimicing Steve by putting his hands in his pocket as well.
While walking, they neared a dark, empty alley way. Jimmy was mindlessly walking when he suddenly tripped over a rock and fell into the alley. "FUCKKKK--" he whined while Steve laughed at him. "Help me up, fatass!!!" Jimmy reached up to grab Steve's hand reaching out for him until... They heard a soft subtle meow. They both froze. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??" They spoke in sync, they were verryyy curious about what could lie in this alley. Jimmy dropped to his knees and crawled towards the sound of the mewling. Steve licked his lips at the beautiful sight of jimmys ass. He turned back to yell at steve, but he was mainly sputtering. "STOP FUCKING STARING AT MY FUCKING ASS!!" Steve's face turned bright red and he looked away. "Heh, fine."
Jimmy continued crawling through the alley way until he found the source of the desperate cries; A cardboard box with two kittens, one was tall and lanky and had a few distinct spikes of hair on its little head, mimicing Jimmy somehow. The other was a bit shorter and fat, it was black and fluffy and it looked like it had a ridiculous blond wig on! And it resembled Steve quite a lot. "Steeeeveee..." He picked up the kittens and got up to show them. "Can we keep these kittens?! Theyre so fucking adorable!" Steve bent over and took the fat one from jimmys cold, yet soft hands. The kitten mewed as he held it up. "I don't want no fuckin kittens junking up my place. I need my deposit settlement back." Jimmy got up and held his kitten in Steve's face. "But steeeeve,,,,, we're cold and hungry!" He spoke in a higher pitched voice, trying to gain Steve's sympathy for these cute little kittens. He didn't reply but he held onto his fluffy kitten a little tighter and started resuming the walk back to his apartment. Jimmy was fulfilled in convincing Steve to take in these kittens.
Back in Steve's warm apartment, the kittens mewed louder than before. Hunger. They were hungry. But what do they feed kittens?!?! Uni. Why did Steve have sea urchin testicles? Who knows, but it was the first thing that they had found in the fridge. The kittens, who were scrabbling around on the counter, flung themselves towards the men once they smelt the sea creature. The little cats scratched their way up Steve's leg, ignoring his screaming as their claws sunk into his flesh. His legs may be bleeding now, but it was worth it to see the little kitties eat out of his hand. Hes probably done worse to himself anyway.
About an hour later, it was getting pretty late. The sky had been falling into a deep black while the two men had been focused on their cute little kittens. Steve was cuddling with his little cat when he had looked outside, noticing how dark it was. "Oh! Do I need to take you home, Jimmy?" Jimmy yawned and held onto his a cat a little tighter. "Can I stay here? With you?" Steve nodded, making his way to his couch. "You can have the bed. I don't mind sleeping on the couch." Jimmy whined, setting his kitten down. "But steeeve! I want to sleep with you." He blushed after saying that, realizing the implication. Steve watched as the blood went to Jimmy's cheeks. He went over and placed his hand on the soft skin of his face, his face flushed as well. "Really?" He slowly walked them over to his bedroom. "Steve-!" Jimmy muttered out, not making an effort to stop him.
Steve pushed Jimmy onto his bed, and then laid with him. "I love you, Jimmy." "I love you too, Steve." They cuddled the rest of the night, enjoying the warm moment with each other.
In the morning, Steve woke up and looked down at Jimmy. Wow. He really confessed. But he had no time to dwell on his accomplishment, as the kittens meowed for their fathers. He got up and left the room, trying not to wake up his bf.
An hour later, Jimmy snuck out of bed, trying to figure out where Steve went. He opened the door and saw him with the kittens. "What should we name them?" He murmured as he sat next to Steve. "Idk." Steve responded, wrapping an arm around Jimmy. "Maybe..." He yawned, still groggy with the remnants of sleep. "Guitar.. And mic..."
Ok the end