Jimmy Urine x Steve righ smut😭

And i can get a discount by spencersmith

Jimmy’s place isn’t exactly luxurious, but he’s got a PS3 and Steve likes getting away from his parents sometimes. He flops down next to Jimmy on his lumpy couch and picks up a controller.

“Make it two-player, dude.”

Jimmy grunts and complies, and they spend at least an hour shooting each other in the face without saying much.

At a particularly boring cinematic, Steve puts his controller on the floor and stretches out his arms, checking the time on his phone.

“I’m so fucked dude. My parents are so pissed at me right now. I don’t wanna go home.” he laughs.

“What happened?” Jimmy asks, without tearing his eyes away from the screen, still furiously trying to press the ‘skip’ button.

“Nah, just the school sent them a bill for y’know, sandblasting off the graffiti. And they want me to pay for it, or they won’t let me stay with them.” he rubs his eye with the heel of his hand and picks back up his controller. “But I have no job, no skills, and no money, so I dunno how that’s gonna happen.” He snorts.

Jimmy doesn’t reply for a minute, but when the cinematic is over, he pauses the game and turns to Steve. He’s grinning.

“I’ve got cash. Tons of cash.”

Steve raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re broke as fuck, dude.”

“No way, I just got a new gig downtown. I’m making it raiiin right now.”

“Shit, seriously?” Steve asks, trying not to seem too eager.

“I could, y’know. Give you a hand. You’d have to work for it though…” Jimmy trails off, shrugging.

Steve grins. “Oh man, that would be awesome! I’d do fuckin’ anything, honestly.” he says. “You want me to clean your apartment?”

Jimmy laughs and shakes his head, resting arm on the back of the couch and smiling at Steve, biting his lip a little. “Nah, I mean. Y’know.”

Steve just shrugs and shakes his head, waiting for Jimmy to elaborate. Which he doesn’t. But, wait. Does he mean…? Like? Steve knows Jimmy fucks guys sometimes, but that’s just Jimmy, it means nothing. And he certainly wouldn’t want to fuck Steve, right? He’s known him since Steve was in Kindergarten and Jimmy was like 10. Jimmy used to pick on him. There’s just no way.

“Wh, noo...wait, dude, do you seriously,” Steve starts to say, but he’s cut off when Jimmy runs his palm down Steve’s chest and Steve’s voice catches in his throat.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re hot,” Jimmy half purrs, moving his hand across Steve’s stomach and back up. Steve kinda feels...objectified. And it’s weird. What’s weirder is that it’s not 100% unpleasant, but he stills feels uncomfortable as fuck. He swallows.

“I, uh,” Steve stutters. He’s completely taken aback. He’s been on this couch a billion times, and he’s known Jimmy his whole life, but it’s never felt like this between them. He feels self-conscious and mainly just really fucking confused...but then again. He needs money, and, fuck. “...how much?”