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He'd let Lenny choose the movie tonight - his sweet, gentle, sometimes adorably naive, Lenny. He usually picked feel good movies, like Smokey and the Bandit, or old western shoot-em-ups, which he found exciting.

Lenny had chosen Pulp Fiction, however, a far cry from his usual picks. Carl couldn't complain, really. He liked it better than most of the sanitized shows on TV, which were terrified to air a damn curse word, if it wasn't bleeped out.

They were in their usual position, cuddled up under a blanket, legs practically intertwined, holding eachother tight. Carl had an 'L' shaped couch, possibly the best purchase he'd ever made. They could press themselves together, sprawled out just like they were laying in bed. Lenny had nestled his head into his shoulder, and though he seemed relaxed as ever in Carl's arms, he seemed restless at the same time.

"Heya, Len.." Carl murmured, idly stroking Lenny's hair. "What's got you so edgy?"

Lenny twitched, instinctively looking up at him. "What d'you mean? Nothing. I'm not."

"See, listen to that.." Carl sighed, patting him on the shoulder. "What's up?"

"Nothin'!" Lenny was already flushed red, and he squirmed a little against him. "Nothin' at all."

Carl chuckled, shaking his head a little. "Alright.."

Lenny had something planned, obviously. Carl let him have his little secret, for now. When he was this excited and twitchy about it, he wouldn't be able to keep it for very long.

They continued watching the movie together, nice and warm in eachother's arms. Carl wasn't trying to watch the scene anymore, just focusing on Lenny. The way he squirmed every so often, giggled and nuzzled him, shivered a bit when Carl took the time to rub his shoulder..

"Oh, I get it." Carl purred, turning Lenny towards him by the chin. "You're kind of easy to figure, y'know?"

"What're you talking about?" Lenny giggled, playfully nipping at his knuckles.

"Aww. You're too cute, Len." Carl purred, sticking his fingers in Lenny's mouth. He rubbed them against Lenny's tongue, starting to slowly slide them back and forth against his lips. "This is what you want, huh?"

Lenny blushed bright red, physically heating up all over. He shivered again - this time, Carl felt it in his thighs. Carl smirked, slowly sliding his fingers out of Lenny's mouth, tracing his lips with his own spit.

"Yeah.. now that I think about it, you've been clinging to me all day." Carl purred, dragged his hand down Lenny's neck, starting to go down his shirt. "Haven't you?"

"W.. what makes you say that?" Lenny sheepishly laughed, squirming as Carl's hand went down his shirt.

"Well, haven't you?" Carl rubbed his scars, circling his nipples with his thumbs. "And your shot was yesterday, huh?"

"I've just.. been thinking about you, is all." Lenny purred, lovingly kissing Carl's neck. "How you're so good to me.. how much I wanna.. pay it forward."

"Aw, hun. Don't you wanna watch the movie?" Carl tilted Lenny's head again, turning it firmly towards the TV. "Hmm?"

Lenny giggled, watching as Carl pushed himself up, crawling down the couch. "What're you doing, huh?"

"You'll see.." Carl covered himself in the blanket, getting settled on his stomach. "Just relax."

Lenny tried to listen to him - leaning back into the couch, watching Carl move under the blanket. He gasped - Carl unclasped his suspenders, unzipping his fly. Lenny tried to stay still, as Carl tugged them down his legs. He couldn't help looking away when Carl pushed his trousers onto the floor in a bundle.

The movie was not at all helping to keep him motionless - it was hard to focus in on what was going on, from scene to scene. And, it was even harder when Carl had settled between his legs, his warm breath cascading over Lenny's thighs.

Lenny couldn't hold back a little gasp when Carl ran a finger up his boxers, lightly trailing over his cock. He full on whimpered when the hand dipped under the waistband, Carl's fingers dragging down his folds.

"Oh my God.." Carl murmured, raising the blanket a little just so he could smirk at Lenny. He could already see the smugness in Carl's eyes, sparkling more and more with his every twitch and gasp. "You're so wet, Len.. is this all for me?"

Lenny vigorously nodded, too flustered to speak. Carl started circling his cock with his thumb, slowly, watching Lenny's face as he got more and more flustered. Lenny couldn't help it - he looked down, staring intently at what Carl was doing.

Carl noticed, and he smirked into Lenny's face, reaching up and easily turning his head back towards the TV. "C'mon, hun.. just relax a while. I'll take care of you."

"I, um.." Lenny peeked down at him again, his cock twitching under Carl's thumb. "For some reason.. I, I can't seem to focus."

"Oh?" Carl giggled at him. He covered himself back up, spreading Lenny's legs a little wider, pulling his hand back for the moment. "Then why don't you prank call Moe? That's free entertainment."

"Okay.. I've been wantin' to do this, one of these days." He giggled, reaching for the phone on the coffee table.

Carl gave him a moment, watching as Lenny entered in the numbers. And, as soon as Carl heard the phone start ringing, Lenny gasped.

"Better keep it down, there, big guy." Carl purred into his thighs, lapping at his sensitive skin. "We don't need Moe jerking himself off to this."

"Carl." Lenny breathed, giggling a little. "What if.. what if he hears us?"

"Mm, well.. ask if he wants to join in. He'll hang up so fast, it won't matter. Now.." Carl dived back between Lenny's legs, lapping up his wetness, slowly, slowly teasing him.

"Moe's tavern. Moe speakin'." Moe finally picked up, answering in his usual exasperated tone.

"Uhh.." Lenny hesitated, trying to put on a voice of some kind. "H-hello, is there a mister Dover there? First name Ben?"

"Uhh.. hold on, lemme check." Moe moved away from the phone; as soon as he did, Carl circled his cock with his tongue, starting to gently suck on him. Lenny couldn't help breathing a quiet curse, holding the phone away from his ear.

"Uh, Mister Ben Dover? Ben Dover?" Moe loudly called out, his voice projecting across the bar and through the phone speaker. "Hey, you. Ben Dover? Uhh, Ben Dover?"

There was a scuffle on the phone, and Moe yelped, trying to calm some guy down. Lenny wasn't exactly tuned in, not with Carl slowly starting to bob back and forth, earning quiet little gasps and moans.

"You piece of garbage!" Moe screamed into the phone. "You're a different one n' usual! What, are you a friend of the usual little prick? Huh?!"

Lenny couldn't hold back a little moan, gasping for breath to try and respond. "The n-name's.. u-uh, Sam. Samuel L. Jackson."

"Jackson, huh?" Moe growled, pure loathing in his voice. Carl started to flick his tongue back and forth on his cock, holding onto Lenny's thighs so he couldn't squirm too far. "Listen, you. When I catch you, I'm 'unna shove your face in a beehive n' feed you to the bears, then turn hunters loose on yer corpse. Do you want that?! Huh?!"

"Ohh, y-yeaahh.. don't stop.." Lenny moaned, his fingers tightening in Carl's hair. He was completely ignoring the phone, which he was still holding, his arm stretched out just behind his head. "Fuck.."

"Eugh!" Moe yelped, seemingly disgusted. "Are you gettin' off to that? Are you?! Oh, that is seriously not okay, you sick bastard."

Lenny's eyes widened, as he finally heard Moe's words. A moment of clarity and social anxiety flooded him, pushing through all other sensations. What the hell could he say to that?

"..um.. do you wanna join us?" He asked, glancing down at Carl, who had hidden himself under the blanket, again. He heard a little snicker from under the blanket, feeling it against his inner thighs. Carl continued to eat him out, as eager as ever, clearly unconcerned about Moe.

Moe was silent for a moment. "Oh. Uh.. well, I uh.. jeez.. ha ha. I dunno. Umm.. is there a chick?"

"N-not.. exactly." Lenny groaned, unable to suppress his shiver; Carl was just that good, and he was already starting to make him melt back into pure bliss, dispelling his brief moment of clarity.

"No chicks, huh. But still.. it's somethin. Hmm.. maybe I could.. hm." Moe thought for a moment - Carl didn't let him. He snatched the phone out of Lenny's hands, before Moe could say another word.

"Pff, fat chance! He's mine!" Carl jealously yelled, quickly slamming down the phone.

Lenny stared at him for a moment, his face flushed for a number of different reasons. "You did tell me to ask." He reasoned, ruffling Carl's hair.

"I didn't think he'd say yes." Carl shrugged. "And with Moe, ah.. would you?"

"Would I?" Lenny repeated aloud. "Mmm.. only if you would."

"I would.. if you were there." Carl purred, settling back down to continue trailing kisses all over Lenny's thighs, sucking and biting at him. "But he's gotta know.. you're mine."

"Of course I am. Y-you're mine, too, C-Caaarll.." Lenny moaned, shivering when Carl started to press his fingers inside him - he was so wet, his middle and ring finger slipped inside with ease, and Carl knew exactly how to curl his fingers inside him, slowly rubbing up and down. Carl brought his mouth into the mix, too, lavishing his t-dick with attention. "Mmh!" Lenny whimpered, his head rolling back into the couch.

Carl firmly held Lenny down, resting his arm on his lower belly and pushing, hard. Lenny was incoherent, throwing his head around from side to side, babbling nonsense and moaning, messing up Carl's hair from the way his hands were trembling, trying to hold Carl's head down.

"Caarl!!" Lenny whined, already panting. "Oh, fuck, that's so.. y-you're so.."

Carl dragged his free hand up his shirt, lovingly caressing Lenny's scars - that was all it took for him to arch his back, spasming and whining as he came, tightening around Carl's fingers even as he coated them in slick. Carl relished the way his cock twitched in his mouth, his desperate panting becoming all whimpers and moaning.

"Carl! Caarl!! Pl-please!" Lenny tugged at his hair, trying to squirm away. "Too much!"

"Sorry, hun." Carl purred, chuckling as he pulled back. "You're just real cute when you sound like that."

"Are, uh.. are you hard?" Lenny purred, smirking at him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Carl giggled, crawling up Lenny's body to press his erection into the smaller man's thigh. "What're you thinkin?"

"Why don't you lay down and relax for a while?" Lenny purred, trying to lift Carl enough to flip him over. Carl ended up having to help, rolling back into the couch and pulling Lenny on top of him. Lenny leaned down for a kiss, and Carl eagerly accepted, reaching down to grab Lenny's ass and give it a good squeeze.

Lenny slowly crawled downwards, pressing kisses all the way down Carl's body. He made sure Carl could see him, pushing their blanket off to the side - wedging it under the couch cushions.

"Wow.." Lenny purred, rubbing him over his trousers. "This for me?"

"Hey, you stole my line!" Carl giggled, ruffling Lenny's hair. "Yes, it's all cause of you."

Lenny eagerly opened up Carl's belt, ravenously dragging down his trousers and boxers. He hurled them into the pile with his own, eagerly looking back at Carl's erection, which was standing straight, already beading a little pre-cum at the tip.

"Woow.." Lenny's cheeks flushed again, and he licked his lips. Carl was perfectly average size - girthy, too. He loved every inch of him. Lenny opened his mouth, lapping at him, licking the precum off his tip. "Mmm.."

"Good boy." Carl purred, stroking his fingers through his hair. "That's it.."

Lenny took Carl's tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue slowly down his shaft, looking up to make eye contact with Carl. He slowly started to bob his head, his lips stretching wide around Carl's cock.

"Take it, hun.. yeaah.. that's a good boy.." Carl continued teasing him, the way Lenny's hands trembled on his thighs making him throb in his mouth. Lenny looked completely in his element, eagerly bobbing his head up and down on him. He slid his hand around the base, stroking what he couldn't reach with his mouth.

"Mm, Lenny, hun.. you.." Carl couldn't finish his sentence, catching Lenny's eye. "Fuck, you're hot."

Lenny moaned around him, shuffling up to press himself into Carl's leg. He dragged his cock up and down, slowly, taking Carl as deep as he could.

Carl giggled, slowly dragging Lenny off him by the hair. Lenny stared up at him, and Carl held up a hand, signalling for a moment to catch his breath. "You're still begging for it, aren't you?" He purred, petting Lenny's hair. His lips were hanging open a little, and he nodded, drooling. "You want me to, ah.. can I fuck you?"

Lenny vigorously nodded, lost for words, started panting a bit - then, he pounced on him, eagerly kissing him on the mouth.

"Condom?" Carl murmured into Lenny's lips between kisses, eagerly pressing Lenny into him while they ground on eachother.

"Hell, no." Lenny purred, giggling as Carl rolled him over again, grinding into him. Lenny spread his legs wide, grabbing for Carl's cock. "I need you. Real bad.. right now."

"Mmm. Mmhm.." Carl kissed him a couple more times, pulling back when Lenny was totally relaxed into the couch, staring at his cock. He straightened up, slowly sliding inside Lenny, smoothing his hand over Lenny's thigh as he let out a long, contented breath. "Len, you feel so good.."

"Carl.." Lenny moaned, his eyelids fluttering. "You.. you do, too.."

"Mm.." Carl looked down, taking Lenny's hip in one hand, placing his other over his cock. He slowly started to rock forward, slicking up his cock with Lenny's pure arousal. "How do you want it?"

"However you want." Lenny purred, sliding his hand down to clasp his fingers with Carl's. "C'mon."

Carl didn't waste another second, eagerly driving into Lenny harder and harder until his head rolled back. Lenny guided his fingers to rub his cock, doing his best to match Carl's pace. The couch creaked under them, the forgotten movie playing in the background - even the sounds of gunfire couldn't break their focus, as Carl fucked Lenny into the couch.

"Len.." Carl gasped out, sinking his fingers into his hip. "Lenny.. t-this good?"

Lenny responded with a loud, needy moan, practically screaming in pleasure. He grabbed for something to hold onto, catching the collar of Carl's sweater.

"Caaarll.. yesss.." Lenny was already arching into him, his whole body screaming Carl's name. "So good." He breathed.

"I.. I think I'm.." Carl groaned in Lenny's ear, his head drooping down to pant, his eyes shut tight. "Ohh, Len.. fuuck.."

Carl couldn't help it - he moaned as he pushed himself deep inside Lenny, filling him up to the brim. Lenny dragged him down for a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss, following closely behind - he whimpered into Carl's ear, unable to stop the way he was shivering, his hand barely able to stroke himself anymore.

Carl collapsed down into him, panting into Lenny's neck, trapping their hands between eachother's bodies. Lenny nuzzled him with his nose, gasping in shaky, quick breaths for air, his chest heaving against Carl's.

Lenny silently wrapped his arm around Carl's back, ruffling his already messy, scuffed up hair. Carl leaned into it, nuzzling him with his nose.

The sound of the movie started to flow back into their ears, the sounds of gunfire and yelling slowly breaking through their pleasant haze.

"What was that.. thirty seconds?" Carl finally giggled, tilting his head to look up at Lenny.

"Ehh.. I think it was more like forty-five." Lenny giggled, playfully nudging Carl with his elbow. "Best forty-five seconds of my whole day, though."

"Mmhm?" Carl hummed, kissing his neck. "Mm. Glad to hear it. I just couldn't resist.. not with you screamin' like that."

"Well, I just couldn't resist.. not with you fuckin me like that." Lenny giggled, eagerly pulling him in for a kiss on the mouth. "Now, ah.. if you wouldn't mind.." he made a motion to shoo Carl away, gesturing towards their lower bits.

"Huh?" Carl blinked, glancing down at them.

"Would ya mind pulling out? And.. maybe pulling that blanket back over us?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah." Carl drew back, slowly, watching the cum drip out of his lover's cunt. He couldn't help staring a while, not when Lenny's t-dick was bright pink from being rubbed raw, his own white cum starkly contrasting it. "Mm.. man, you look good like this.."

"Hey!" Lenny covered himself with one hand, mock glaring at him. "With talk like that, we're gonna end up going for another forty five seconds."

"Sorry, sorry. You're right.. I don't know if I could handle another thirty." Carl chuckled - he shoved his arm down into the couch cushions, pulling the blanket out from where they had managed to shove it into the cushions. He settled down by Lenny's side, draping the blanket back over them both.

"Mm.." Lenny purred, nuzzling him. "You're warm."

"Yeah.." Carl giggled, kissing his neck. "Hey, should we.. call Moe back? Apologize?"

"Nah. But.." Lenny snickered. "Maybe we should call him anyway.. he could use a fun thirty seconds."

"Forty-five." Carl corrected him, playfully ruffling his hair. "I don't think he'd mind."

"Yeah.. wonder how big he is?" Lenny mused, shrugging.

"I don't think he's that big, but.. that just means he'll be easier to suck off." Carl giggled.

"How do you know that?" Lenny jealously murmured, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Don't know, really.. just seems to fit." Carl chuckled, kissing Lenny on the cheek. "He's kinda insecure, y'know?"

Lenny nodded, his eyes focusing back on the TV. "Yeah. Yeah.. maybe we should try to fix 'im up with someone. Although, I dunno if there's too many people who could get past his, ah.. y'know. General frustration with the world. And people."

Both men quieted down for a moment, considering it while they cuddled under their blanket, both utterly, pleasantly exhausted.

When the phone started ringing, Carl crawled over Lenny to pick it up, taking a breath before he answered. He knew exactly who it had to be - he'd probably recognized their voices.

"Look, hey, we're real sorry, okay? But, if you're interested, I think we know a way to.. make it up to you." Carl blurted out, before the caller had a chance to say a word. "You interested?"

There was a momentary awkward silence, then a cough on the other end of the line. "Umm.. this is.. Waylon Smithers."

Carl blinked. "...oh. Uh. What can I do for you?"

"Actually, I was hoping to reach Lenny. He wasn't picking up his home phone. So.. I guess he's there?" Smithers awkwardly chuckled.

"Hey, who is it?" Lenny casually asked, turning his head to look at Carl.

"Yeah, he's here." Carl passed the phone to Lenny, not saying another word.

"Oh." Lenny said, holding the phone to his ear. "Uhh.. hi, Moe. We're sorry. That offer still goes, though."

"Ugh.." Smithers sighed, probably face palming. "I'm not Moe. I'm just wondering if you can stay a couple extra hours tomorrow. Mister Burns has a.. date." Smithers almost sounded disgusted, pausing for a moment. "We need somebody to feed the hounds.. and make sure they don't break through their cage. Again."

"Oh.. uh, does that mean a bonus of some kind?" Lenny asked, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah. It's not too hard, really, just kind of boring. Although, if you have something to take care of with Moe.."

"No, no! I'll do it. Everythin's fine." Lenny assured him, nodding even though Smithers couldn't see him. "I just.. hm." Lenny paused for a moment, side eyeing Carl. "Could you give me a second?"

"Uh.. sure." Smithers replied, his tone more than a little confused. "Yeah."

Lenny covered up the phone with his hand, lowering his voice. A grin slowly spread across his face, and he glanced at Carl.

"Who's the only man in the world who can stand Mister Burns' personality?" Lenny quietly asked; Carl's eyes lit up, picking up what Lenny was saying. "Who's the only guy we know who likes.. uh, hm. What's a nice way to say it.. a non-conventionally attractive man?"

"Ohh.." Carl's grin slowly spread across his own face, nodding. "And who's the only guy in town who pays for his drinks as soon as he gets em?"

"Exactly." Lenny snickered, then brought the phone back to his ear. "Sorry bout that. Thanks for the offer, Mister Smithers; yeah, I'll feed the dogs. Um.. but, would you like to come over to Carl's place for a poker game, and maybe a movie? Friday night?"

"Friday night.." Smithers repeated, almost mournfully. "The night Mister Burns is going dancing with his new.." he trailed off, letting out a sad sigh. "Sure. Why not?"

"Great! See you tomorrow. And Friday! ..bye!" Lenny cheerfully hung up before Smithers could ask any questions; he could ask them tomorrow.

Carl silently watched, bemused, as Lenny dialed Moe's number, obviously with some sort of a plan in mind. He stayed silent, simply holding Lenny a little closer, closing his eyes and nuzzling into his neck.

"Moe's tavern.." Moe answered, a little more exasperated than before.

"Hiya, Moe! Ah.. you busy this week?" Lenny carefully asked, just waiting for Moe to start yelling at them.

"No.. no, I ain't." He sadly replied, trailing off. "So what?"

"You wanna come over for a movie on Friday?" Lenny asked, a little more confident.

"..uh. Sure. Sounds good.." Moe thought for a moment. "If you're gonna make me bartend, you're gonna have to tell me. And pay me."

"No, no, we've got beer. Plenty of it. Oh, and it's at Carl's place." Lenny added, glancing over at him. Carl was already relaxed into him, his eyes half open. He didn't seem bothered, supportively nuzzling him while Lenny schemed. "Oh, and don't worry about inviting anyone. Some of the guys will be there, too."

"..okay." Moe let out a sigh; it didn't sound sad, exactly. "Thanks.. sounds nice."

"No problem, man. See you then. Have a good night, Moe." Lenny listened to Moe's goodbye, then hung up, leaning over to put the phone down.

Carl leaned over and kissed Lenny on the mouth, squeezing his shoulder. "You're so sweet." He kissed him on the cheek. "You think they'll hit it off?"

Lenny giggled, nodding. "I think so. Is it okay I told them your place?"

"Oh, yeah. I don't mind. They can have the other side of the couch." Carl chuckled, pulling Lenny a little closer. "This side's ours."

"Heh.." Lenny laid his head into Carl's shoulders, yawning. "Yeaah."

The sound of the movie filled their ears again, and Lenny started to close his eyes, warm and cozy in Carl's arms. It was only a matter of time until they fell asleep, happily nestled into eachother.