Saturday night, the sky is drizzling quietly, Jimmy Fallon sits in his blue living room chair.
His tie is undone, and he leans over to the right, with a half full glass of whisky in his left. His dark soothing brown eyes drifting into space.
Jimmy Fallon rests for minutes, thinking, dreaming. Then, almost on cue, Jimmy Kimmel turns the corner.
Kimmel looks into Fallons beautiful eyes, "Hey babe, it's ok, I washed off the mess…"
A long pause, then Fallon replies, "I'm so ashamed. No man should do-" Another pause.
Kimmel walks over to Fallon and brushes his shoulder, "It's fine, babe, really. Now get to bed. You know you have a big job interview tomorrow."
Fallon kisses Kimmel "Yes dear, your the sweetest."
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5 Hours earlier, Saterday afternoon.
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Fallon opens the door to his house, he take the coat of his chiseled body and hangs it up onto the coat hanger. He looks around for his husband. Kimmel is nowhere to be found, probably just getting groceries, Fallon thinks to himself. Fallon walks over to the tv and turns it on. He turns it to his favorite channel, ofcourse, the Tonight Show, laughing and chuckling at every joke. Truly he is one of the best comedians out there. Every line, just so precisely spoken, so elegantly worded. Fallon's way of comedy parallels with his way in bed, smooth yet brings makes you lost with joy and pleasure. Fallon loses track of time with his own show. After hours of watching, Fallons sweet hard cock becomes fully erect. Kimmel, almost sensing his husbands horny lewd mood, rushes into their home with groceries.
Kimmel yells out, "Hey Babe, I'm home. Mind helping me with grocieries?"
Fallon gets up, he walks over and gets the rest of the groceries with Kimmel. Kimmel notices his pitched tent in his trousers.
Fallon, overwelmed with the amount of groceries he caries at once, asks "Mind helping me with this bag, dear?"
Kimmel, still destracted by his large bulge, goes to grab the bag of orange juice. He misses, though, and accidentally grabs Fallons ball sack. Kimmel looks up at Fallon and they catch eyes. Suddenly, Fallon drops the bag of grocieries and grabs Kimmel by the arms. They kiss intimately, which soon leads to eachothers hands into their pants.
Kimmel whispers "Want to bring this into the bedroom?" They walk together into the bedroom, still kissing along the way. Fallon throws Kimmel onto the bed and rips of his pants, and then his. Fallon spreads Kimmels ass cheeks, and begins to eat out his husbands smooth asshole. After the asshole is lubricated and wet from Fallons saliva, he sticks his large veiny cock into Kimmels tight hole. Kimmel tenses up, but he loves the feeling of Fallon filling him up with love. Pump after pump, Fallon penis slides through Kimmels prostrate. Suddenly, though, Fallon misses his pump, his dick gets pushed off to the side of Kimmels thigh, and simultaneously Fallon ejaculates his load at a velocity similar to sneezing, except it looked like someone had poured a carton of milk onto the bed and all over Kimmels leg.
Fallon, realizing he had just released his load all over the bed and Kimmels leg, steps back and puts his hands in his hair in disappointment and astonishment. Kimmel complains, "Really, babe? We just got these blankets cleaned. Now I have to do the laundry again."
Fallon leaves. He goes to the kitchen and grabs whisky. Fallon, worried that Kimmel is mad, begins to drink. Kimmel doesn't think it's not a big deal, but Fallon overreacts. The reality, however, is that Fallon has an interview for a job tomorrow, and he's never been good at interviews… ever.
It begins to drizzle outside.