~Davesport Oneshots~

My Turn [smut]

My turn

Drugs, smut, piss

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Jack walked closely behind his friend, -if that's what to call him- watching his matted and dirty hair grow illuminated then dimmed by the passing lights of Vegas.

"Dave, what are we doing again in the streets, at night, we're there's people that look like they wanna kill us?" Jack questioned sternly, giving an odd glance to the man pissing on the building as they passed by.

"I already tolds ya, Sportsy! Goin' ta see my drug dealer! He's got some weed for us." Dave turned around to face his shorter companion, a shit-eating grin plastered on his oddly colored face. Jack looked at him, somewhat annoyed yet somewhat interested in the marijuana. He let out a sigh, nodding; "Fine, fine, let's go."

"We're already here!" Dave gigglee, gesturing to the dark and dingy alleyway. Jack looked from the alley and back to Dave, what did he really even expect from this man anyway.

Dave took hold of his coworkers hand, pulling him through the musty fog and into the alley. It took Jack was minute to gather his surroundings, taking notice of Dave and the stranger once he did.

It was tall, not as tall as Dave, Man. With short black hair that was clearly unwashed and stuck to his face. Jack didn't even bother to acknowledge the rest of the hideous man. And maybe he is being a bit of a hypocrite because of his own battles scars and shit but the man, no. This man was ugly.

Dave hugged the fellow gleefully, stepping back with a grin.

"Got the goods?" Dave asked, though he should have guessed the answer while his stranger buddy was holding a baggie that clearly had weed in it. Dave wasn't the brightest man on earth.

Jack glared at the man he didn't know, hating the thought of him and Dave being all buddy buddy.

"Yessir," he said, tossing the bag to Jack, who managed to catch it. He watched skeptically, the man grabbing Dave's face and pulling it towards his. Jack could feel his temper rise, anger swelling inside him, no one touches Dave like that.

"You got my goods, bitch?" He hissed with a smirk, not paying any attention to the Tangerines presence. Dave smirked, giggling deeply as he leaned into the man's touch.

The mysterious man growled, gripping the hem of Dave's jeans and forcing them down to the wet and disgusting ground. Jacks fist clenched as he watched the scene silently.

"Oi, orange feller! Be a dear and don't interrupt, I've been waiting for your friend's ass all day~" he called out, forcing Dave against a stone wall as he spoke.

Jack glared with pure hatred, the man's dirty brown coat matching his jeans that now got pushed down to reveal his cock.

"Mine's bigger." Jack thought to himself, his body shaking with anger, he stayed in his stance, watching in the night.

The man gripped Dave's neck, rearranging his hips so his cock was right against the purple man's entrance.

"Ready, Doll? No prep." He smiled creepily.

Dave swallowed a lump in his throat before nodding, the man grinned, immediately slapping his cock into Dave.

"JESUS FFUCK~" Dave half screamed half moaned, a burning sensation filling his body, soft whimpers escaping his lips. The dealer smiled simply, pulling Dave's hips closer.

"Time for some more fun." At those words Dave was ruthlessly pounded Into. The pulsating heat filled him up and left him deprived of each pull out.

"Fuck~ Kyle~" Dave moaned, scraping at the stone wall before him. His head was buzzing with bliss,

Jack stared unhappily, he could feel blood leak from his palm while his fingernails dug into his skin. He didn't know what came into him, but while he watched Dave moan the stranger's name he stepped forward.

Kyle panted as he continued thrusting, heading Dave's feminine moans rushing through his ears.

"Huh? Fuck off shorty-" his breathe got in the way of his sentence, his pace not wagering. "Davey boy owes me~" he groaned, pulling on Daves purple locks, forcing him to stare at his coworker.

"Ngh~ i-its so fuckinn- ah~" he stumbled over this words as he moaned, whimpers and whines rumbling out his mouth with each tug of his hair.

The orange man growled, grabbing hold of Dave and throwing him on the ground, stepping closer to the drug dealer.

"Ow fuck-! Sp-sportsy what the hell?" Dave groaned, trying to pick himself off the ground with the stinging pain in his ass.

Jack ignored Dave's question, rolling up his sleeve, he landed a forceful punch on the man's face.

Kyle groaned, stumbling backwards, "What the fuck man!" He roared, wiping a trail of blood from his face.

"Nobody...Nobody, fucks my Aubergine." He grumbled into the dealer's ear, shoving him against the wall and punching him repeatedly.

For seconds all that could be heard was fist against skin and the groans and grunts of the man growing his loss in consciousness. Jack huffed, watching the limp body slump over to the ground. He couldn't help but grin at the sight, his smile concerning his friend who still stayed on the ground sprawled out in the dirt of the city.

"Aw, look at you.. My dirty slut. Yknow, I actually need to let something out, mind helping me?" He spike smoothly, lifting Dave's face to his as he bent down.

"What type of something?" Dave replied, still recovering from the events from moments earlier.

"You'll find out~"

Jack stood back up, pulling off his belt and tightening it around Dave's neck, "oh how pretty you are, Davey~"

The cold air of the alley didn't help Dave's chills, in fact, he groaned softly at the cold, Looking up with half-lidded eyes. He watched as his Old Sport pushed down his boxer, the familiar tattoo greeting him. The tangerine stuck his thumb between Dave's lips, pushing his mouth open.

"Now stay still, dear," Jack smiled. Without words a hot stream landed into Dave's mouth, the bitter liquid caused Dave to cough repeatedly.
Jack growled, grabbing hold of his neck and continued to piss into the others mouth; "You better swallow, bitch. It's your punishment for letting that rat fuck ya." He hissed.

Dave whimpered but obliged, swallowing the hot liquid with slight difficulty. Jack grinned, petting the man below him's hair, "good boy, Davey, drinking my piss like a slut. I love you." He whispered.

Dave swallowed the remaining fluid, his face wet and cold. "I-i love you too.." He said, his voice deep and raspy, it arose something deep within Jack, heat flew through his body, resting in his crotch.

Dave hummed, "look like you got a problem, sportsy" he teased, trying to regain what dignity he had left. Jack smiled, "Why, I suppose it does, but we'll take care of that at the motel, darling."

Dave nodded obediently, pulling up his pants, looking to his companion for help upwards. Jack chuckled, pulling up the aubergine and pulling him into a kiss, Dave hummed, melting into the other's touch.

"You're mine. No one else's." Jack said coldly as he pulled back from the kiss.

Dave could only nod, feeling the heat grow in his pants once again.

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[Sorry it's short I'll make a part two]