Wrists Rubbed Raw

Scott Got What He Asked For

Yes, this is the result of Scott's handcuff comments. Y'all should've known this was coming

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Third Person's P.O.V.

Jimmy came to with a low groan. A dull headache pounding away at his skull. He hissed as the light hit his eyes and threw an arm over them. Despite the morning sun barely filtering in through the windows, it seemed impossibly bright. Jimmy waited a few minutes before opening his eyes again. Confusion almost immediately settled in as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings.

"Where am I?" he thought.

The sound of something shuffling beside him drew Jimmy's attention. He groggily turned his head to the side and nearly fell backwards off the bed as he was overcome with shock. Laying right next to him, still asleep, was none other than Scott. His bare chest on full display and his wrists pinned above his head by a pair of handcuffs attached to the headboard. Memories of last night flooded Jimmy's hungover brain at the sight.

Katherine, in an attempt to prove that she wasn't cursed as well as gain more allies, invited everyone to a party in Glimmer Grove. Initially, the atmosphere was very tense and uncomfortable because of the whole Katherine being a cursed princess thing. That reaction was very much expected. However, once everyone had a couple of drinks in them, that's when the party truly began. Music blared from jukeboxes and everyone busted a few moves on the dance floor. Laughter was shared, embarrassing stories, which would hopefully be forgotten in the morning, slipped past tongues loosened by the alcohol and juicy gossip was spread. It was one hell of a good time.

At some point, a slightly drunk Scott made his way over to Jimmy. The cyanette flirted with him as usual but there was much more unadulterated desire behind it. Jimmy, being equally if not more drunk than the ruler of Chromia, was very receptive to all of Scott's alluring advances. The sheriff even tossed in a few coquettish comments of his own. Further stoking the fire of arousal and need that was growing between the two men.

A few more rounds of drinks and teasing words later, Jimmy was pinned to a wall. His grip on Scott's hips almost painfully tight. Keeping the cyanette pressed up against his body as close as humanly possible. Scott's hands cupped Jimmy's face as he hungrily kissed the blonde. He barely let either of them take more than a quick gasp of air before going right back to attacking Jimmy's lips. The make out session getting more and more heated as the party raged on around them.

After that point, Jimmy's memories blurred together. One moment his tongue was eagerly exploring Scott's mouth and the next he was stumbling down a corridor. Scott just as clumsily pulling him along. Occasionally glancing back at him with a lustful look in his two toned eyes. Jimmy remembered harshly pushing Scott against a door and pressing a knee in between the latter's legs. Rocking it back and forth as their lips met again and then suddenly he was looming over Scott. His head thrown back exposing his neck that was covered in hickeys and Jimmy's name continually falling from his plump lips. What a beautiful sight that wa-

"Jimmy?"

For the second time since waking up, Jimmy nearly fell out of the bed. The sudden voice spooking him whilst simultaneously bringing him back to reality. A blush quickly tinting his cheeks a light pink. Scott chuckled at this and lovingly gazed at Jimmy through his half-lidded eyes.

"Good morning," he greeted with a yawn.

"G-good morning Scott," Jimmy stammered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You were remembering last night, weren't you?" Scott asked with a smug smile.

Jimmy's face burning a brighter red confirmed the answer he already knew. Scott laughed again and briefly closed his eyes. A pleased sigh leaving his semi-swollen lips. He soon turned his head to the side to stare up at Jimmy. Neither of them said anything for a few moments as they held each other's gaze.