(The first part of this chapter is very smut loaded, soooo yuh)
Pickle's POV:
I finally got back to the hotel. I could be fired for how many days I spent out helping Taco, and the last attempt to get the egg thingy was a bust. I'm exhausted and sick. I haven't eaten much but cookies and hot water with leaves. And my lack of sleep also isn't helping my fucking head-ache, but whatever.
I walked through the orange halls, squinting even though the lights were dim. Everything felt blurry. A hazy long hallway acting as my enemy. I held the walls as I stumbled, but someone was there to help me.
"You okay? You better not be drunk, Pickle."
Knife. I couldn't quite make those words out. I hugged him and went limp, letting my weight off my feet.
"Woah! what's wrong?"
"Hmmpphh... tired..."
I burrowed my face into his chest.
"Damn it." Knife held me up, "You're lucky I love you, man."
OJ's POV:
The sound of skin clapping together as I thrust into him was no new sound. Same with pur moans of pleasure mixing in harmony.
I looked at paper. He clung to the sheets and moaned out my name, it was kind of cute.
"OJ! OJ! I'M SO CLOSE!~"
"M-Me too love..."
Man was he tight. I kept thrusting, harder and harder. His walls clenched up as he shivered in pleasure, this just made me feel better.
I had been holding all this stress and anger in for a while, and fucking one of the whores in my hotel wasn't gonna fix it. This twink, though? Hell yeah.
I released my cum into him and groaned. This made him reach climax too, cumming everywhere.
"Damn, Paper..."
"O-OJ..."
Suddenly the door creaks.
Instinctively I shoved Paper under the blankets.
"OJ??"
"Shut up."
Bomb opened the door.
"E-e-e-everything okay, b-b-boss? I h-h-heard y-yelling."
He stuttered.
"Wasn't me! Must've been someone else."
Bomb rolled his eyes.
"I-I-I-I-I thought y-y-you w-were f-f-f-finally g-g-g-getting p-pussy... o-or dick, i-i-if you s-s-s-swing that way."
I fake laugh, trying not to seem so obvious.
"Bomb, I'm not some fruit cake! I'd never fuck a guy. I have a reputation you know."
Bomb laughed.
"G-g-good..."
Bomb closed the door and walked away, I take a breath as I finally can drop the act. I uncover Paper.
"Sorry about that-"
Paper looked at me, eyed wet with tears of anger and shame.
"What the FUCK was that!?"
"Paper I-"
He slapped me across the face.
"IF I HAD KNOWN I WAS JUST A BURDEN TO YOU AND YOUR 'REPUTATION", JUST A SIDE PIECE, I WOULD'VE LEFT SOONER."
"Wait!-"
He grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on, headed for the door, opening it.
"I'm not just your bitch, OJ."
SLAM.
"Paper..."
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Inanimate Insanity Vegas AU
Fanfiction(a mafia Vegas type au of ii) READ PLS! Tw. This story has a lot of violence, death, g0re, hints at NSFW stuff (like sexual tension and sexual implications), shipping, drug/alcohol abuse, swearing, and other things that could very well be triggerin...
