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Julian hated the situations he got himself into.
Trying to make a deal with your arch-nemesis wasn't the smartest of actions that he had done. He knew, though, that he and Ricky both needed the money. So did Bubbles. He had met up in some alleyway with Cyrus in an attempt to get him to take the goddamn deal.
"You really came running to me out of everyone, huh, Julian?" The way he purposefully used the feminine pronunciation of his name pissed him the hell off. He had to keep his cool though. "Does your little friend, Ricky, know you're out here?"
A pang of guilt went through his chest. "No. It's just me. No Ricky, Bubbles, or even those two idiots. Only me." Julian kept his face blank so that he didn't show that he felt anything about leaving Ricky in the dark.
Cyrus' eyebrow rose at that, lips curling into a smirk on his face as he leaned against his shitty red car. "That right? What's your offer?" The brunette was clearly trying to invoke a fight with Julian, but he was going to remain steadfast against him.
"Here. I got a pound of weed, right here. You can take it, but you're gonna have to pay a hefty fucking amount." 'For Ricky and Bubs.' His thoughts reminded him as the greasy scumbag shook his head.
His eyebrows were still high behind those sunglasses as Cyrus crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know about that, Julian." His head moved over the bag as he shook it. "How do I know if this is good shit or not?"
His threads were fucking snapping. "Are you gonna buy the goddamn weed, or not?" His voice rose slightly out of anger as Cyrus' smile fell. "I don't have all day to be standing here, talking to you."
"Watch the tone. I don't want you fucking giving me shit quality weed." Cyrus tried to threaten Julian who simply took a step forward. He knew that Julian wasn't afraid of him. "You know what? I might have something for ya." He pulled his gun out, aiming it at Julian who only scoffed.
He saw that coming. "You gonna actually do something with that or are you gonna wave it around to show off? Save it. I don't give a shit." His eyes were trained on Cyrus' face, unaware that Cyrus held something else nearby.
"Let me get something out of my car, real quick. No funny business." The brunette spat as he turned around, getting the car door opened as he pulled out something that Julian couldn't quite make out.
Turning back around, Julian instantly let his thread cut. "Quit dicking around and either pay for this weed, or I'm fucking knocking that gun out of your hand!" His voice held his anger as he watched Cyrus shrug before motioning for Julian to do something.
The raven haired male went to grab for the gun as Cyrus' other hand came up, snatching his wrist as he held something around it. Watching as Julian struggled, due to him keeping that damn glass in his hand, he grabbed the other to pull it in. Wrapping a rope around both wrists as Julian stumbled back, flabbergasted.
"Are you fucking insane?! What the hell's your problem?!" It seemed to set Julian off more as Cyrus took that glass, watching Julian's anger flare even more on his face. Setting his drink on top of his car, he decided to set a new set of rules.
"You want me buying your shit weed, and your drink back, you're gonna play by my rules, got me?" The brunette snapped as Julian stood there, bitterly fuming, as he glared at the man before him. "You're gonna indulge me in a little problem, and I'll let you go, deal?"
Julian rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "What the hell do you want me to do? You fucking tied my hands up!" He yelled out as Cyrus chuckled low at that.
"Help me with this." Cyrus used his free hand to wave to his crotch as Julian's eyes slowly followed before widening and shooting back up to his face. "And you'll get double your money."
Julian grit his teeth visibly from the rage boiling in his gut. Did that fucker really get a boner from their argument? What a bastard.. he tried to drive up the price. "..Triple, and I'll do whatever the hell you want."
Cyrus pulled his sunglasses down at that. "Triple, eh? You drive a hard bargain, Julian. Alright, I'll pay you triple for the weed and your help with my problem. Deal?" His voice was so fucking aggravatingly annoying.
"Fucking fine. Deal. Whatever." The raven haired male spat at him as Cyrus simply laughed at that reaction. "What's so fucking funny."
"You haven't even noticed that you got hard from all this, have you?"
Julian froze at that. Did he?! He was fucking with him. His eyes quickly glanced down at his own crotch, horrified that he was right. He was hard as a fucking rock. It was definitely from the anger.
While he was distracted, Cyrus was already getting his belt off and his pants unzipped as he pulled his cock out. Julian could hear it and refused to look at him. "Well? It's not gonna suck itself, Julian." He could hear the condescending tone without even moving his head.
Getting down on his knees, his chest heaved as he tried to get the rope off his wrists at least. This was humiliating. Sucking off his rival in an alleyway. His breathing shuddered as he finally screwed his eyes shut, holding his mouth open as he felt a rough hand on his jaw. His eyes snapped open as he gave an irked glare.
"Don't think of biting or I'll fucking make you regret it." The brunette warned as he held his gun in his hand. Julian's nostrils flared from the anger he felt as he screwed his eyes shut once more. Allowing Cyrus to move into his mouth as he hollowed out his cheeks, providing suction. The hand moved from his jaw to his hair as he was guided up and down his cock.
His own dick twitched against the confines of his boxers and jeans. Fucking mortifying. He couldn't believe that he was getting off to this. If this were anyone else, he would have probably been less pissed off. Part of him did want to bite down, if only to piss off Cyrus as well. Instead, bitter blue eyes glared up at the smug expression written on Cyrus' face.
His head bobbed up and down, tongue running against him as he felt the push on his head to get him all the way into his mouth. Forcing himself to breathe through his nose so that Cyrus wouldn't get the satisfaction of him gagging. He tried to ignore the laugh that came from above him. Fucking asshole.
Yanking Julian by his hair off his cock, and unfortunately, Julian moaned out from the feeling of his hair getting pulled. Great. Just what he needed. Cyrus, of all fucking people, knowing what his kinks were. It just fueled the rage boiling in his gut.
"Get the fuck up." Cyrus demanded as Julian did as he said, pulling himself up to his feet as his hands were unbound. He wanted to fucking fight this, but a very deep, dark side of him was partially enjoying this. It disgusted him. The brunette took him by the shoulder, turning Julian around as he felt his wrists coming together behind his back. "Alright, follow."
He wasn't a fucking dog. He understood how Ricky felt, now. Turning back to face Cyrus, he noticed him holding the back car door open. He didn't want to fuck in his shitty car. Though, in a place like this.. he was at risk for someone he knew to see him. His heart raced as he walked forward before he felt something push on the backs of his legs.
Stumbling into the backseat, he practically fell on his face and chest. Breathing slowly as he tried to control the ire that grew more and more within him. There were hands on his hips, yanking him up to try and make him understand to get his knees on the car seat. "Fuck you." He spat as Cyrus gave him a shake of his head, even Julian couldn't see it.
"Well, if you want to tell me what you want next, you're gonna have to use body language." Was all Cyrus said as he felt one of his hands come onto his jaw, forcing his mouth open before a rag was shoved in. Effectively muffling Julian as he wiggled about in the backseat. Wanting to kick Cyrus, even though lust pooled in his gut. How aggravating.
His belt was being unbuckled and pulled through the loops as he felt his jeans getting quickly pulled down to his knees along with his boxers. Hands moving back to his hips to guide him as his feet hit the concrete. What the fuck was he doing?
Cyrus stared down at the sight before him. Having his enemy before him, on his chest and face down, with his ass in the air and feet spread apart… a chuckle left him. That had to be pissing him off, for sure. He grabbed his lube from his middle console as he ran it over his fingers before pressing one to Julian's hole. Who instantly visibly tensed up. Shoulder blades coming together as his hands clenched into fists. Feet struggling against the ground.
"You said anything, didn't you? You want this? Huh? Want me to fucking finger ya, Julian? Show you what a pillow princess you really are?" Cyrus began to degrade him as Julian's head slammed down against the car seat. Unfortunately, being in this position meant that Cyrus could see how his cock twitched from the degradation. He slowly nodded as he prepared himself, anger making him shake.
He could feel it sliding into him as his moan bubbled out from his chest into the rag. Goddammit. He didn't mean to do that. Clenching down, he could feel Cyrus going in until the knuckle as he felt his anger stewing inside of him. He was going to knock him out cold for this.
Cyrus chuckled as he felt Julian clench down on him, eyebrows rising. "There's something I didn't think I'd see. You, willingly, wanting me to fuck you. You really are a slut, Julian. Aren't you?" He continued to spit down various humiliating words at the bound and gagged Julian. Who was just moving his hips down against the feeling.
He wanted to shout at him. Tell him to fuck off. To leave him alone. Instead, he just nodded again. He did want to fuck, but damn, he hated who it was with. He really fucking did. He could feel a second finger, pushing in with the first as Julian instantly let out a muffled noise. Body tensing up as he clenched down around Cyrus' fingers repeatedly. He could feel them spreading out inside of him, moving around as-
Something inside of him was struck as he let out a stifled cry of pleasure. Head going back as he bucked his hips repeatedly against the feeling. Wait a minute. That was his prostate, wasn't it? He could feel the way Cyrus ran over it again. And again. And- fuck! His body was reacting to it, and his mind was becoming fogged. He faintly.. a moan came from him, despite the rag in his mouth.
He still wanted to kick his ass for this.
Cyrus could be heard chuckling above him as his hand went in front of his face. "You gonna tell me to fuck off if I remove this thing?" The fingers in his ass slowly retracted as they pulled out of him. Julian had to bite his tongue. He wanted to. Desperately. Instead, he lied. Nodding.
Cyrus removed the gag as Julian immediately let out a raspy gasp. "I fucking hate you." He hissed out as he felt those damn fingers slip right back into his ass. A cry slipping through his teeth as his head fell forward.
"You don't think I don't fucking know that?" Cyrus scoffed as he immediately went for his prostate again, pressing against it as Julian let out a keening noise from his throat. "Gonna have to beg for it, Julian. Make it creative."
He could feel them leaving him again as he managed to collect his breathing. "..fuck me, Cyrus. Get it the fuck over with so we can go home." He wasn't going to resort to a more descriptive begging as Cyrus shook his head. Even though Julian still couldn't see behind him.
"You're a poor sport." Was he fucking teasing him? Oh, fuck that.
"Listen, we had a fucking deal! I do whatever the hell you want, and you give me triple what I asked for! I'm not gonna wait all night for you to shove your-" He was cut off from his rant as Cyrus pushed the head of his cock in. His eyes went wide as he let out a shaky breath. Legs trembling as he tried to stay on his feet. "Fuck!"
Cyrus tutted his tongue at him as he pushed in, only a bit more. "I knew you had it in you. Look at how easily that shut you up. You fucking nag." His tone was now turning into a mocking one. Now, pushing in all the way as he stopped for Julian to adjust.
Julian was struggling to make himself relax, squeezing around Cyrus as he let out a low moan. Attempting to muffle it by pressing his face into the seat. "Fuck. Off." He growled out, despite how his hips pushed back for more. "Shit.." He breathed out, closing his eyes.
The brunette pulled his hips back, almost pulling out, before shoving right back in as Julian's hands grabbed at the air. Another noise coming from him as Cyrus began to work up a rough, quick pace. "That all you ever say? Fuck off? I think you're actually enjoying this."
The raven haired man was ashamed of himself. He knew that he did. At least, in the deep recesses of his mind. There was something about having his enemy fuck him like this that he couldn't place what it was. "God, fuck." Julian whispered, biting his bottom lip to prevent anything from slipping out. Rocking his hips back against Cyrus, even if it was sloppy and hard. He didn't give a shit. He was pissed off he was reduced to this.
"Imagine what your friend Bubbles would think."
Julian's eyes went wide as he instantly thought about what Bubbles would say. The shame on his face and in his eyes. How Julian had technically fucked for money. How greasy it was. He was mortified as he let out another low moan. The pace was brutal, and it only made sense given that they hated each other.
Another chuckle came from behind him as he winced. "You thought about it, didn't you? How your ass is hanging out of my car while I fuck you like you're a damn whore?" A grin spread across Cyrus' face. He knew that this was worth it.
A whimper nearly came from Julian as he nodded. He didn't trust his voice right now. He could feel one of his legs getting pulled up and back against Cyrus' hip. The angle changed as the harsh pace was now aimed directly for his prostate as a strained cry slipped from his chest. His head to the side, facing the car seat as his cheek laid against it. He hoped he would be forgiven by Bubbles..
"What about Ricky, huh? How do you think he would feel about me fucking you?"
His blood ran cold as he thought about Ricky's reaction. The way that Ricky would react.. he would feel so fucking betrayed. All so that Julian could sell his weed. He had no idea what he was doing out here. His dick twitched regardless of the thought of..
"I bet you wish this was him, don't you?"
His eyes almost burst from his skull at that. He.. he wasn't sure. His mind briefly shifted to the idea of his best friend being the one roughly ramming his cock deep inside of him as a moan slipped out. Giving it away without him saying anything.
Cyrus once again tutted his tongue at him. "Always knew you had something going on for him." He mocked him as he ran a hand into his hair, yanking his head back as Julian had another moan pull from him. "Too bad, you're fucking me, eh?"
And even with that being said, Julian was still getting off to this. His cock rubbing against the seat of Cyrus' car as he let out a noise from his throat. His pace grew more volatile as he gasped out, noticing how his moans and cries came from him more frequently.
He hated this fucking guy. "I. Fucking. Hate. You." Julian repeated as he had his head held back. Uncaring that his prostate was getting hit multiple times as he let the moans come out as they hit him. "Gonna. Fucking. Ghn. Fuck.. kill.. you.." He breathed out as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching.
"Shut the fuck up. You wanted this. Some sick fucking part of you wanted me to fuck you." Cyrus reminded him as Julian grit his teeth from the anger in his chest. Hips shoving back against Cyrus' brutal pace as he let out a guttural moan before his hips jolted. Coating the backseat in his seed as his body dropped against it as his breathing was ragged.
He could feel the brunette behind him push in a few more times before-
"You could have pulled out!" Julian complained as he felt the substance deep inside of him before Cyrus pulled out. Unfortunately, he had the rag shoved back into his mouth as he felt his boxers and pants coming back up. Wait. What the fuck. His heart was racing as he was pulled up, walking backwards to his Monte Carlo.
Fuck.
The back door opened as Cyrus casually shoved Julian down by his chest. Leaving the other still bound and once again, gagged. Eyes glaring furiously at Cyrus as he grabbed Julian's glass, leaving it in the front seat cup holder. He then took the weed before pulling out a huge wad of cash. "For the prostitute, Julianne." He spat as he purposefully left it on the floorboard of the backseat.
The dickhead then took his phone, dialing someone's number before leaving it on top of Julian's chest before slamming the door shut. Climbing back into his own car, he peeled off out of the alleyway with the music blaring. Julian's chest was rising and falling quickly as his eyes became filled with worry in the empty car. Who the fuck did he call.
"Hello? Jules? You okay? Where the fuck are you?" Ricky's voice could be heard from the receiver as Julian worked on getting out of his rope binds. Muffled and stifled noises came from Julian as Ricky could be heard humming in thought.
"Julian, if you fucking called me while you're banging a chick, and I'm struggling to make a fucking deal, you're a prick, you know that."
Julian huffed as he tried to move the phone closer to his face. "Mm-nn! Mm! Mmnn!" He tried to shout for help from behind his gag as he heard the confusion lacing the stoner's voice.
"Why the fuck aren't you saying anything? What the fuck is going on?" Ricky's voice was growing more worried sounding as Julian finally got the rope off his wrists before he yanked the rag out of his mouth. Coughing heavily as he felt his chest heaving.
"I'll be home soon. Got.. got us a deal covered." Julian winced as he began to undo his belt and pants, cleaning up the mess that Cyrus had made as he turned bright fucking red. "Meet me at my trailer." He hung up before Ricky could ask further questions. Running a hand over his face as he thought on how the fuck he was going to explain the amount he got.