𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(BXB ONESHOTS)

Butt Naked- Slumpferg

part two but of course you can read it on its own

if yall wondering why these shits be split into one/two parts its because as much as i love writing i refuse writing a 4000 word oneshot. the first parts already be at 2000 when i finish 🥺

love y'all

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Darold had always lived his life simple. Straight cut, honest, and easy. There was a motto he lived by; Don't lie, and don't give a fuck about a random. After he got out a jail, life seemed against him at a young age. They said life immediately got harder once people saw a mere spec of a stain on your record. And if he knew anything? Jail was purely equivalent to a red wine spill on a white rug.

They were right, his life did become harder but if anyone could take a hard life it was him. He used what he learned in prison to throw his weight around. Thats how he got back in school to graduate. Rakim was a large help, for he was a sophomore at that point. Rakim was a good guy, and really helped him through his senior year. Yes, he had always called the younger a pretty boy but said teen took pride in that and smartly used it to his advantage.

Darold was proud of him for that.

Now, Darold was nineteen, living on his own with his own money. It felt good having shit to call his, and even though him and his mama didn't have the relationship they used to he still loved her. That reminded him, he had to call her sometimes.

Recently, he was unashamed to admit he was interested in another man. And no, he wasn't turnt out in jail. He had known since he was younger that he enjoyed the company of both men and women. It was just the case that he wholeheartedly liked what he liked. No matter what gender it came as. Him being in a relationship was purely a rarity, but he found himself wanting to wife up Stokeley's ass quick.

Darold had known of Stokeley's existence in his senior year, for he was friends with Rakim. Tyler had often referred to him as a fat angry fuck when the topic of friend groups came up while they were all hanging out. But him and Stokeley's schedules seemed to never collide, or maybe it was just him not taking the initiative to look out for him.

Which was understandable, since there was no interest in him at the time.

But now he couldn't say the same. There was emotion in every gesture that he couldn't help. It could've been many things that skyrocketed the desire to create a relationship. A part of it could also be that he knew that he could get Stokeley if he put it in motion. He wanted him, all of him. From his mind to his heart to his ass. Shit just worked out like that.

Speaking of getting the shorter male, Darold was currently walking up the steps of the school he once went to to pick Stokeley up. This had began to be a normal occurrence. Even after the other kept constantly trying to duck him out at first. He had learned the younger's tells quickly after putting in some time and effort, figuring he needed them in this situation.

Stoke was proven the stubborn but easy to embarrass type, and Darold made sure to tease him any time he could. To popping up unexpectedly, to rubbing up on him when they hugged in the hallway.

Ferg glanced at his watch, before looking up to see Stokeley scrolling through his phone. People were switching out of their last class and rumbling through their lockers. "You texting yo side nigga on me?" He joked, wrapping his arm around his waist. People stopped and glanced, even a few of Stokeley's friends which he noticed nearby. Darold wasn't gonna lie about himself, he didn't like most of them niggas. Especially that pussy ass pug named Omar. The drama and imperfections in their group just swirled nastily in the pit of his stomach.