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.ೃ࿔*:･༉‧𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝑵𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌༄

3.7k! • 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰 | -> warnings: or*l (male receiving), aggressive/rough behavior (both parties are consenting), gagging/choking, bre*thplay, dirty talk, substance use (smoking we*d) & detailed mentions of using it, obscene language, “put in your place” trope, ambiguous relationship between characters, use of n-word (all characters & author are Black), NYC slang used sparingly, original characters

This is my first queer fic (MxM) on this page (not new to this, though). Sumn slight, sumn light. Hope you guys enjoy. Pls reblog if you do.

There’s nothing special about this tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary or extravagant.

The complete opposite.

Even the parking lot of the Chick-fil-a is still. There are probably only four other cars here, quite spaced out.

What’s so special about two guys hanging out? Sitting in the car; Talking, smoking, listening to music—and they might even come up with a few freestyles while high.

A calm vibe for the night. Nothing special.

Oily paper bags full of empty sauce packets and finished fries sit by their feet, ready to be discarded.

One of their rap playlists is on, and he can’t even remember whose it is. Their taste in music is the same at this point. So as MHPG Sound’s MHA bumps through the speakers, he hears soft mumbles as the other man raps along.

“Yo, Shey.” Jai’s voice cracks as it’s the first time he’s said anything in about half an hour. Quickly, he clears his throat.

“Mmh,” his friend hums, attention elsewhere at the moment.

“You could put the seat warmers on? I’m fake feeling the cold from outside.” In his seat, he softly shakes his legs in an attempt to generate some heat for himself.

Peering up from whatever had arrested his focus, Shekar nods over at the small backlit buttons decorating the dashboard. “It’s right in front’a you.” Just as quickly, he’s looking right back down.

Crumbs of salt and waffle-fries fall from Jai’s hands as he dusts them off. “Yeah, but my fingers mad greasy.” Licking his lips, he tastes the remaining salt crumbs.

Should’a got more napkins.

“I’m rolling. Just wipe ‘em off.”

Finally, Jai looks his way for the first time in minutes. In the darkness of the car, with Shekar’s faced-up phone screen being the only efficient light source, he catches him in the process of rolling a blunt. There’s even a lighter balancing on his knee.

If he hadn’t known him for so long, Jai would’ve been more impressed that he just rolled up in near-darkness. But it comes as no surprise, this nigga will roll up anywhere.

“Nigga if I could, I wouldn’t be asking you. We ain’t even get napkins.”

Sucking his teeth, Shekar breaks his focus from the blunt. Thankfully, he’d finished. He carefully sets it on his phone screen before stretching over the middle console and Jai’s knees to pull open the glove box.

He crashes back into his seat, letting Jai see for himself, the hidden stash of napkins he keeps on deck.

“Chipotle?” Jai scowls at him just before leaning forward and snatching up two. “Thought you had better standards than that.”

“Aah, look at that.” Ignoring every thing he just said, Shekar clicks on the overhead light to show off his work. “Pearled that shit, nigga. Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout.”

Jai only rolls his eyes in response. He reaches for the seat warmer button for his side and sets the temperature up to the max.

Clicking the light back off, Shekar is quick to spark up. He takes the first hit before even giving it a second thought.

“And it’s a—“ He coughs. “S’a good thing you don’t get paid to—to think.” A smile creeps up on his face, even as he clears his throat. “Talking ‘bout better standards. Tuh, I seen the bitches you fucked with—“

“Yeah, shut the fuck up.” Jai snatches the blunt, immediately taking a hit.

A pointed stare is what Shekar gives him. “Thought you brought your own.”

He drops his lighter on the small shelf of the speed-o-meter. The clank of the plastic is the loudest sound in the car.

Taking his time to respond, Jai exhales through his nose, puffing out a thin cloud of smoke. “And?”

From his face, Shey’s stare moves to the blunt itself.

“We’a just smoke it after this.” An air of indifference surrounds Jai’s words.

“You put Grabba?”

He takes one more puff while pushing his seat back. “Mhm.”

Immediately, Shekar sucks his teeth. “Hand my shit back, I’an tryna smoke that—“

He reaches out for the spliff, only for Jai to block his hand.

“Aye, nigga—chill!“ He pulls it from between his lips, holding it close to his chest and careful not to drop it. “Almost made me drop the shit,” he scowls. “Structure up. You a grown ass nigga and can’t smoke Grabba?”

“I’on like it—“

“Aah, you’a be cool,” Jai says as he smacks his chest with a light back hand. Settling back in his seat, he brings the blunt back to his lips.

Resigned, Shekar only leans against the window and pulls out his phone.

“Hm,” Jai hums, handing it over.

Wordlessly he takes it, taking a slow hit as he scrolls through some app. “Damn near … smoked my shit out.” He turns it over, eyeing how it had shrunk.

“You whining, Shey’.”

With a burst of energy, Shekar whips his head to look at it. “Nigga ‘cause you use too much Grabba. You be on that feind shit, it ain’t even that good.” His glare lingers on him for a second more before it retreats to his phone screen.

As he grows quiet, Jai watches him slip the blunt back in-between his pink lips. This time, when he exhales, his tongue peaks out just a little bit to wet the bottom lip.

It’s got a soft sheen to it. Even in the darkness, the pink skin looks plump and soft.

For as long as they’ve been smoking—since they were seventeen (and Shekar’s been doing it for longer than that)—it’s always surprised Jai how he hasn’t gotten smoker’s lips.

“Fuck? … Fuck is niggas on? Thinking I’m hitting that,” Shekar mumbles, his soft voice breaking Jai’s focus.

And so, Jai finally looks at the whole of his face. Before he can stop himself, an airy laugh floats out of him.

Shey’s always had a softer, quieter voice. Some days, it actually pisses him off, because having to go “huh” about five times before hearing what was said gets aggravating fast. Most times, he just finds it funny.

Although, he occasionally thinks it’s a little cute.

“Quit bitching. Y’know I hate that shit.” He smirks, he can’t help it. The thought of how he might react to the teasing is just too good.

Shekar can hear the smile in his voice. It’s quiet for a minute as he smokes.

And even if he’s sitting still, Jai might as well be bouncing in his seat, waiting with bated breath for a response, a clapback—anything.

Nevertheless, Shekar continues to scroll through his phone. The lingering stare on his body doesn’t bother him.

So as Jai continues to wait for a response he likely won’t get, he only watches. But waiting turns into something else as the thought leaves his mind for better: admiration.

Is that what he wants to call it?

Either way, he’s staring at his hair. Eyeing the fresh lineup. It’s crisp. He can imagine how the trimmed hairs feel under his fingertips.

The rest of his hair is pulled up into the most half-assed bun he’s ever seen. Just to get it out of his face, he guesses. His deep brown curls have seen better days.

“Your hair is mad frizzy. This day five hair?”

He’s the only one that laughs at his own joke, let alone acknowledges it. And that makes his smile drop.

“C’mon, y’know I’m just joking.”

He waits a couple of seconds for a response. A reaction of some sort. And when it doesn’t come—

Jai sucks his teeth. “Nigga you mad sensitive. Mad sherm right now—”

With a loud sigh, Shekar shuts off his phone and drops it in his lap. Finally, he does a full-body turn just to look at him.

Jai fights himself to successfully restrain a smile.

“What you want?”

This time, he loses the fight to his natural urges—a shit-eating grin slowly stretches out his full lips. It only continues to grow as he stares at Shekar. “You getting butthurt over a lil’ joke.”

“I just don’t wanna smoke your bum ass shit.”

“Yeah, aight.”

Shaking his head, Shekar passes the blunt back. He pretends he doesn’t see the slight tremor in Jai’s hand when their fingers touch in the exchange.

“Don’t beg for it when I take it out,” Jai smirks.

Under the cover of his naturally full lashes, Shekar eyes him, letting his words sit in the air for a bit. He waits patiently for a “pause” from the other. It doesn’t come.

With a scoff and a shake of his head, Shekar turns his head to look out the window.

“Oh, aight,” Jai challenges.

He only shakes his head again, neglecting to even say anything.

“You know you good for doing that.”

He rolls his eyes, almost letting a simple “shut the fuck up,” slip out.

Finally, Jai stops speaking, if only to take a hit. Holding his breath, he shifts in his seat and yells: “It’s quiet, ain’t no what?” He exhales. “Oh, aight!”

His chuckles are deep. Shekar tries to ignore how his stomach stirs at the sound.

“Quiet, ain’t no motherfucking … back talk, nigga.” He’s only quiet for a couple more seconds, taking another quick puff. “You listen to what I say.”

Shekar can’t help it; He cracks a smile. He even quietly laughs to himself. “Now you just chattin’.”

“Ain’t nobody chattin’, nigga! I tell you to do something and you do it. Simple.”

This is too ridiculous to ignore. Shekar finds his body moving to look at him before he can even consciously do it.

“You off a bean?”

Letting go of the blunt, Jai allows it to dangle between his lips. His now free hand reaches forward, latching softly around the base of Shekar’s neck, just to drag him forward.

Just a few inches separate their faces. A small cloud puffs from the end of the shrinking blunt.

“If I tell you to do sumn right now, you gon’ say no?” He raises a brow.

Shekar looks down at his mouth, unconsciously memorizing the way his dark pink lips curl around the vice.

“Nah…” He watches how the corner of his mouth twitches, trying to hide a smirk. “I’a just remind you who you talking to.”

A scoff leaves his lips before an actual response does. Jai’s hand drops from his neck, pushing him away before catching the blunt before it falls. Now, he can really laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” he sighs out. “You ain’t doing shit, nigga.”

Shekar remains quiet.

Seeing as the blunt has grown considerably smaller, he realizes that a bit of time has passed. It’s starting to hit, even by just a little bit.

He can tell by the sluggish feeling plaguing his body. As fatigue slowly blankets him, he recognizes that it’s only a matter of time before his patience begins to shorten.

Busying himself, Jai grabs his phone to queue up more songs for the Apple CarPlay. Even if the music plays low, he can still enjoy it.

All the while as he silently jams out to the music, the blunt steadily becomes a roach. It isn’t glaringly obvious to him until the tiny thing burns the pads of his fingers. He quietly hisses before putting it out in the car’s mini ash tray.

Missing the feeling of something in his hand and between his lips, he quickly replaces Shekar’s blunt with his own. He pulls it from the pocket of his Amiri hoodie.

“Yo, pass me that lighter?”

“Hm?” Shekar looks up from his phone. With low and glassy eyes, he searches the man next him for seconds as his words take their time to sink in. “Oh…”

A bit slower than usual, he grabs the lighter from the speed-o-meter’s ledge and drops it in Jai’s awaiting palm.

“‘Preciate you.”

He hums. This time, he looks Jai’s way. Watches how he turns the new blunt over the open flame.

“And you hitting this shit, too,” Jai insists.

Before he can think, Shekar softly sucks his teeth. “You tryna … smoke me out, nigga,” he mumbles, dragging a hand over his face as he leans back in his seat. “Told you I’an want that bum ass shit.”

Still, Jai sparks up. His first inhale is slow and deep. He only hits it about two more times before passing it off.

With no argument, Shekar accepts it. He puts his lips right where Jai’s were and inhales deeply.

“Look at how you still took it, though.”

Shekar coughs, though it’s not as bad as when they hit his blunt first. “Shut—shut up.”

“Exactly … took that shit real easy.” Jai looks at him with lowered eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, too. “You a pro at that, taking it, y’know?”

Face screwed up, Shekar sucks his teeth as he stares down at the blunt. “Yo, stop … fucking playing with me…”

His voice had trailed off.

“You is, though. I’m giving you your props lil’ nigga.” Jai nudges his shoulder, his smile growing to show off his perfect teeth.

Shekar fixes a dirty look on him. Even as he glares at him, Jai can tell that he’s baked. His low and glossy eyes drags laughter out of him.

“You gon’ quit bitchin’ me.”

Jai only laughs harder, having to put a fist over his mouth as he doubles over.

Sucking his teeth, Shekar turns to look out the window. His body is growing tense. “‘Fore I put my dick in your mouth.”

He’s wheezing at this point. Breathless as he looks up at him with an open mouth. “Yo … what? Nigga—I can’t even—I can’t even take you serious.”

“Yeah … keep laughing, pussy.” The slur in his words is soft, feeling the high really get to him. He sucks his teeth, his body feeling a little too light. “Choke on my shit.”

Jai’s fit dies down as he sucks his teeth. “Yeah, okay.” Sitting up straight, he partly stretches over the console to get in his face. “Bet you, you won’t,” he says hushed.

Shekar turns to look at him with low eyes. There’s a hint of a scowl on his pink lips. “Bet you I fucking will.”

Jai peers down at them, his own stretching into a smile. “You won’t.”

“On everything.” His eyes widen as they fall on his.

“Fuck everything,” he says quietly. “Make me, pussy.”

What little illumination the parking lot and tiny lights of the car’s interior offers shouldn’t be enough.

But, if Shekar can roll up in the dark, then he doesn’t need much to see Jai bobbing his head over his lap.

The hand he’s got on his head guides him, as well as keeps his braids from falling in his face.

Soft gags and wet slurps are music to his ears—louder than his own moans.

“You wanted this shit … make sure you get it all.” He scowls, angling his hips up to hit the back of his throat.

The only answer Jai gives is a deep moan that sends a steady vibration through Shey’s dick.

No doubt, he’s got bruises now. But that’s the least of his worries when he’s struggling to breathe properly.

“Doing all’at talking … had to shut you the fuck up.” He pushes him all the way down and holds his head there.

Jai’s gags and the way his throat constricts around him only make his dick twitch.

Shekar looks down at it all with a grin on his face, taking his time to admire despite Jai’s desperation to come up for air.

“You look good choking on my shit.” He licks his lips, admiring the view.

Gripping the back of his head tighter, he yanks his head up.

As Jai is pulled off, he gasps. Harsh coughs leave him as his body tries to swallow as much air as possible.

But even as he’s struggling for it, Shekar still finds his plump, spit-slicked lips to be arousing. His chin is messy with his own spit and a bit of precum.

He gets in his face. “You still got somethin’ to say?”

Still gasping for air, Jai weakly shakes his head. Though, it’s difficult to do that when someone’s got a stiff grip on your hair.

“Speak, nigga.”

He swallows, and Shekar can see his throat bob. “Nah.” His voice is hoarse and broken. Ruined.

If he wasn’t so hard already, that would’ve got him there.

He hums, running his eyes over Jai’s face one more time.

“You pretty when you don’t speak. Maybe I should keep my dick in your mouth … but you gon’ do that anyway.”

“Shey—“

“Stop talking, nigga.” He ignores the way Jai winces when he tugs his on his hair harder. “I’an really tryna hear all’at. What I really wanna hear is you choking on my shit, ‘cause you blowing my high right now.”

So, Jai dutifully sinks his head back down on him, embracing Shekar’s dick with his throat.

“And keep your hands behind your back.”

They’ve never moved from the spot, crossed even, despite nothing holding them down.

Shekar only guides his head for the first few bobs. And he smiles as he slowly pulls his hand away, watching Jai take over for himself.

He wants to bet all of the money in his bank account that Jai hadn’t even noticed that he stopped guiding him. And it’s cause he’s a slut like that.

Shekar knows it better than anyone else. He doesn’t even need Jai to say it himself. This is all proof enough.

“Just like that … keep throatin’ my shit.” He laughs to himself, leaning back in his seat as he watches. “Make sure you clean up all the mess you making.”

A broken moan sounds from the back of his throat. Jai pulls off of him. A full second doesn’t even go by before his mouth is back on his dick, suckling on the slick skin from the side.

All the while, in his other hand, Shekar smokes on whatever’s left of Jai’s blunt. He minds the burn in his nose and throat a little less.

“It’s quiet, right? No fucking back talk, nigga.” He licks his lips.

Every drop of precum that dribbles out, Jai is there to slurp up. While his pillow-soft lips surround him, his syphoned cheeks give a tight squeeze.

And it’s got Shekar’s eyes rolling back, his head falling against the headrest, too. He’s got a hand back on Jai’s head, an attempt to slow down his quickening pace.

“S—shit … you a fucking eater … goddamn, nigga,” he groans out.

His gentle voice only goads Jai on. He wants to hear more of him. It makes his chest warm.

“Look at you … should record this, play it back f’you later ... show you how much you love this shit.”

Jai falters in his pace, moaning at his words. His own dick aches in his sweats, untouched.

“How you the biggest slut I f-fuckin’ know—“ He hisses, his hips stutter. “Ain’t you?”

His only answer is a gag.

Shekar’s hand moves from the back of his head to the side, just far enough that his thumb caresses the side of his face.

“Ain’t you, Pa?” he asks softer.

Jai’s eyes fall closed and for a second he stops. His concentration is up by a thousand percent as he tries not to finish in his pants.

“Gimme a answer, c’mon,” he gently pushes.

And Jai only whimpers. It’s quiet, but Shekar definitely hears it.

“Mhm, I know … I know.” He inhales deeply.

Tightening his grip on his hair once more, Shekar holds his head down. That’s the only warning he gives before he starts fucking up into his throat.

“So quit. Fuckin’. Actin’. Like. You. Not.” He grunts through clenched teeth.

The gags are harsher—wetter—this time. Jai’s hands clench into fists behind his back. Even as his eyes squeeze shut, tears slips from them, down his cheeks.

Sweat beads at the top of Shekar’s forehead as he punctuates each word with a thrust. His stomach clenches, burning with arousal and the workout this is.

“Quit acting like you not a lil’ thot f’this shit,” he pants, still holding his head down. “This what you needed, though … someone to shut you up. Give you some dick to keep you quiet.”

He takes a hit of the blunt.

“That’s all you was needing … I could tell. Just wanted my attention, right?”

A ragged, pathetic moan is the only response Jai can give. He even tries to nod his head. It isn’t much of anything, but Shekar sees the effort for what it is.

“Yeah … just wanted some attention.”

He finally pulls Jai off of his dick, allowing to breathe again. He ignores coughs and hacks.

“So I’ma give you what you really need.”

With Jai’s head just a few inches off of him, Shekar takes his dick in hand and pumps himself. It only takes a few fast tugs.

His balls grow tight and a groan gets caught in his throat. Holding himself and aim, he paints Jai’s deep brown skin with ribbons of gooey white.

His cheeks and chin are outliers. Bullseye is on his shiny, parted lips. And the view from up here is to die for.

Biting down on his lower lip, Shekar taps his tip against Jai’s mouth as the last few drops of his cum dribble out.

“Fuuuck.”

When he’s finished, he releases’s Jai’s hair, allowing the other man to finally sit up. All the while, he finishes off the rest of the blunt.

Silently, too exhausted for his own good, Jai leans back in his seat, trying to catch his own breath.

“Shit, nigga,” he sighs out, voice broken beyond anything.

Shekar doesn’t respond, basking in his own orgasm still.

Weakly, Jai pulls down the sun visor on his side, accessing the mirror. As the automatic lights hit his face, he sees the mess made.

“Fuckin’ … got the shit all over me.”

Shekar exhales. “You whining, Jai.”

He turns his head to glare at him, a weak scowl on his lips. “Shut the fuck up.”

It’s funny hearing how his voice is almost completely lost. Shekar smirks, still looking ahead at the empty parking lot.

“Bet you your standards not too high for them napkins now.”

And if Jai hadn’t learned his lesson, he would’ve said something back. But as he swallows, his throat sore, he’s reminded to keep his mouth closed.

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