it's heckin treyway (pumpkashi) (smokepump) (smokepumpkashi)

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"Omar?" The disheveled teen asks the (to him) upside down familiar looking face, but his eyes aren't focusing so well right now.

"Gazzy, what the fuck?" Oh, so it was Omar. Said man just looked between the two for a minute, not liking the way Daniel eyed Gazzy like a predator watching it's prey before speaking again. "Get the fuck up I'm taking you home."

This drew a whine from Pump but he reluctantly sits up, Daniel doing the same to allow him room to move but the smaller boy stayed close to him, their lips just brushing as he makes sure Omar is watching them before kissing him passionately.

After a few seconds, Tekashi whispers against the others lips. "You ain't gotta leave wit him you know." Pump just nods and kisses him again, whispering back, "I know but I think me and him need to talk.." He stops for a minute to suck on Daniel's bottom lip before continuing, "I had fun tho. Call me later Papí."

With this and a final kiss, Gazzy. climbs out of the car and approaches Omar who had been waiting a few feet away but still in full view of the car. The tall mans eyes shot down to Pump's thigh where he could see multiple hickies and bite marks forming what looked like some design. Gazzy follows his gaze and lifts his leg a bit so he can see the full work, the number "69" marking his inner thigh.

Flustered but also turned on as hell, Gazzy turns to look at Tekashi who just laughs and winks. That was apparently the last straw for Omar as he takes the younger boy's hand in his and starts to lead him to his own car. Thankfully he hadn't gotten fucked up like Pump did, so he was good to drive. They both climb into their respective seats but only the driver buckles up, the younger boy not caring and laying his head down in his friends lap. Omar looks down at him before he starts to back out. "I ain't tryna get pulled over cuz of your ass, sit up", he states.

Pump remains laying, changing the radio station as he absently traces the claim that had been sucked onto his skin by Daniel. "Don't get pulled over then, durrr," he rolls his eyes and turns on his side so he's facing omar's stomach, his erratic breathing tickling against where the larger man's shirt had ridden up.

Figuring the blitzed out kid wouldn't even remember this night, Purpp sighs and rests a hand in Gazzy's hair, playing with it in a soothing manner to both of them. "Jesus Gazzy what'd that asshole even give you? This ain't like you," Omar says exasperatedly, glancing at his friends obvious hardon straining against his shorts and then back to the road, pulling into his neighborhood.

"Chilll Papí, it was just some x and my usual shit. Ionno why you be actin like you my dad or boyfriend or some shit, I saw you mackin on some bitch, plus you always ignorin me," Gaz rants as they pull into the driveway, Omar shutting off the car. He gets an unexplainable feeling whenever his friend called him papí, it was just one of the reasons he admittedly had been avoiding his childhood friend. Obviously this wasn't even remotely a good or mature way of handling his own issues but, he never claimed he was mature.

"I guess that explains why you lookin like a horny fuckin schoolgirl drooling over that bastard's dick. Like I didn't just see you touchin yourself, you ain't slick," Omar fires back, causing Gazzy to sit up and face him, looking as angry as possible under the circumstances.

"Well sorrrr-fucking-ee but you were the one who fuckin kidnapped me so I couldn't bust a nut!" Pump fumes, crossing his arms and looking away.

The older boy sighs again, not good at dealing with conflict. Eventually, after having an argument with his conscience, Omar speaks in a lower tone than usual, pulling his friend closer as he does. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Would this honestly help either of them? Probably not. Would it make things even more complicated between the two? Definitely. But Omar didn't know if he had it in him to resist any more tonight.

Almost shyly, the younger one climbs onto the other's lap, straddling him and turning off the inside light leaving them both in the dull moonlight. Gazzy hesitates for a second, fidgeting in his lap uncomfortably. Noticing this, Omar takes a deep breath and unzips the boy's shorts, motioning for him to rise onto his knees so he can pull them down and off, sitting him back down in his lap and depositing the pants in the passenger seat. "After you cum you can take these off and put your shorts back on," Omar explains even though he knows the other couldn't care less what he was saying right now as long as he got off.

Pump cautiously rolls his hips forward, the simple action alone enough to make his eyelids flutter closed as a soft moan finds its way through his lips. He felt like he had been teased for hours. Wrapping his arms around Omar's neck, he gently presses their noses together. "Will you mmh, kiss me and m-maybe touch me too? You can stay over my clothes," Gaz breathes against his lips as he grinds his hips forward again.

What can Omar do but nod? He moves his hands to the younger boy's ass, using his grip there to assist in the dry humping. Softly, he presses their lips together before licking his bottom one. Most of the nonsexual tension dissipates as they exchange slow, deep kisses, their hips moving together in rough harmony.

Gazzy takes a moment to catch his breath, Omar kissing along his neck as he does so, oddly pleased to find Tekashi hadn't branded the boy here. He takes it among himself to do the honors, I mean, better him than that weirdo right?

Gazzy arches his back into his mouth work, tilting his head to the side as though welcoming him to devour him. "Were you scared that Danny might fuck me?" Pump asks almost teasingly, like he wants to make Omar jealous. Squeaking out a moan as the man beneath him slams his hips down and jerks his own up, he continues with a smirk and an airy laugh, "Maybe you wanted to be my first..maybe I already fucked him." Gazzy grins devilishly, knowing he's riling the other one up and reveling in it, receiving a sharp bite to his neck and a deep growl he swallows during a kiss. "I don't wanna see you hanging around that fucking dude anymore", Omar states, but Gazzy just ignores him and slides his tongue in his mouth effectively shutting him up.

Just a few more minutes of their frotting against each other and they moan simultaneously into their sloppy kiss, reaching their orgasms at the same time. Their heavy breathing fogs up the windows. "Shit uh.. we need to get you to bed," Omar mumbled to the already half conscious boy coming down from his high. He helps him wiggle off his now damp underwear, tossing them in the back seat for now and putting his shorts back on him. Removing Gazzy from his lap, he gets out of the car and manages to gather him into his arms and carries him inside, using his old spare key.

Setting him on his bed, Omar makes sure he's comfortable before attempting to stand up to leave, being stopped short by a small hand pulling on his shirt.

"Stay with me til I fall asleep?", the younger one asks, voice barely above a whisper. Purpp figures he's gotten himself in deep enough, he might as well be of some comfort to his inebriated friend. Sliding into the bed beside him, he pulls Gazzy so that his back is to his chest, his arms tucked around his waist. The small spoon of the pair fell asleep almost immediately upon being embraced, the other staying for longer than he should have before quietly sneaking back out into the night.