Warren staggered, a little. His head swum in a sea of beer schooners and shots. He and Jimmy had been celebrating Jimmy's birthday, down the pub for the afternoon. They played pool until they were too drunk to hit the ball. Warren had been shouting Jimmy and a few others who they'd met while they were there. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by his handsome mate Jimmy.
"I want a bit of biff sniff," slurred Warren. He grabbed Jimmy around the shoulders and looked him in the eye. He could feel Jimmy's breath on his face.
"Biff what?" said Jimmy.
"A bit of biff sniff." Warren could feel Jimmy's breathing increasing. "You don't even know what it is and you're getting excited." Warren pulled Jimmy to him, until Jimmy's face was against his.
"I'm not getting excited," said Jimmy. His devilish grin giving him away. A big grin he couldn't loose, as Warren pulled his eyes up against his, until their noses touched. Warren licked Jimmy's face all the way around to the side of his head.
"I want to sniff your biff," said Warren, in a whisper, in Jimmy's ear.
Jimmy smiled broadly and shivered.
Warren slid his tongue into Jimmy's pink lobe. He held Jimmy's head with both his hands.
"Have you got a hard-on?"
Jimmy shivered again. Warren could feel Jimmy's body tremble against his. Jimmy laughed, although he tried not to, deep down in his throat.
"Are you excited?" whispered Warren, his voice deep and low.
Jimmy kissed Warren, nibbling at Warren's skin. He laughed, kind of softly, quietly.
"Have you got a hard on, yet?" whispered Warren, almost inaudibly. Drunkly.
Jimmy tried to wriggle out of Warren's grip, laughing, but Warren pushed him over and licked the back of his neck. Breathed in Jimmy's hair. Chewed Jimmy's hairline.
Jimmy groaned. "Stop it," he said unconvincingly.
"I want your biff sniff."
Warren's voice vibrated on Jimmy's neck. It tickled Jimmy, made his skin sensitive. He pushed against Warren, rubbing his skin against Warren's mouth. Shivering. His face flushed red.
Warren pushed Jimmy face down on the couch, with his right hand on the back of Jimmy's head, pushed his face into the soft cushions. His left hand pulled Jimmy's shorts down over his round cheeks. Warren pushed his nose deep into Jimmy's crack and inhaled deeply. The bristles of hair swept Warren's nose. He pushed himself up over Jimmy's back to his ear.
"Your biff sniffs very nice, young Jimmy."
Jimmy grunted and tried to wriggle around, but Warren had his head in both his hands once again, as he slipped his tongue back into Jimmy's ear, licking it inside.
Jimmy groaned, deep, long, satisfying, as he pushed back against Warren.
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