#Jimmy snakes x Grunkle Stan

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The words left Jimmy’s lips before he could stop them. They felt heavy on his tongue and like he was ripping open his chest for everyone to see. But in that moment, with the sight of Stan at the door to their apartment, his duffel bag packed. Jimmy would have walked to hell and back to keep Stan from leaving.

Fic inspired form a conversation between myself and @garbage-cowboy

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“Please stay.”

The words left Jimmy’s lips before he could stop them. They felt heavy on his tongue and like he was ripping open his chest for everyone to see. But in that moment, with the sight of Stan at the door to their apartment, his duffle bag packed. Jimmy would have walked to hell and back to keep Stan from leaving.

“Jimmy, my last gig was a bust. You saw how everyone was laughing.” Stan said. His face burned red with the memory from the situation playing again in his mind, like a record stuck in a loop. “It’s better than being chased outta town by a mob with pitchforks. But I need a clean slate, somewhere that won’t have anyone know about the screw up who couldn’t sell lemonade on a hot summer’s day.”

“Stan, please.” Jimmy stumbled out of bed.

Stanley watched from where he stood. His feet felt like cement, his brain was telling him to run out the door, tear off the bandage and flee. It worked before, back in Jersey, Florida and Texas, he could depend on gunning his way past the border in the Stanley mobile. But now, with Jimmy scrambling to his feet, the cheap motel bed sheets hanging off of his body like a toga, Stan felt that maybe, for once he could risk sticking around.

“Stan, listen to me. You had a bad sale, we can try another scam. There are plenty of ways to make cash around here. We could try finding some other work! I heard-” Jimmy said quickly. He stepped over his pile of clothes from last night as he desperately made his way to Stan’s side.

“Jimmy, this world ain’t fair. You know that..” Stan sighed. He turned away from Jimmy. “It’s sink or swim. Some people are able to keep up with the changing current, fight off any chances life might take at drowning them. While others are meant to be fish food” “Stanley, you’re better than that.” Jimmy said. He placed a calloused hand on Stan’s shoulder. “One screw up isn’t the end of the world.”

“One screw-up already ended my world several times, Jimmy!” Stan snapped. Painful memories started to flood back into his mind as he spoke.

“But-”

“You’re better off without me.” Stan said.

“Don’t. Don’t say that Stanley.” Jimmy grabbed a hold of Stan’s shoulders and turned to face him. “You fucked up. I don’t care. I’m with you through thick and thin. If you’re leaving then we leave together. But don’t ever talk shit about yourself.”

“Why? Why shouldn't I talk shit about myself? It’s the truth. It’s what everyone else is thinking.” Stan said darkly. The words felt like bile on his tongue.

“No it’s not.” Jimmy said.

“What do you know? You’re some fancy biker with some fancy bike.” Stan pushed Jimmy away. “You haven’t had to fight for shit. I’ve been clawing my way from the bottom to get where I am and I’m still no better from where I started.”

“I got to where I am from working hard. Just because I didn’t have to run from state to state doesn’t mean I don’t know what it means to struggle. I’ve lost good men from my gang and been through shit as well.” Jimmy shot back. “Just because you’re mad at yourself doesn’t mean you get to throw it at me.”

“So what?” Stan said. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. “You had it worse than me and made it. So why do you care about some fuck up that you barely know? I could walk out that door right now and I bet that you’d find someone who’s not dead-weight in an afternoon.”

“I don’t care about you being a fuck up and I don’t want to find ‘some who’s not dead-weight’. I want you.” Jimmy Said. “I’d sooner sell my bike than watch you walk out that door.”

“And how do you know that Jim?” Stan screamed. Hot tears fell down his face.“Give it a week and I won’t be more than a passing thought.”

“For fucks sake Stan, I'm still naked from last night. Do you really think that if I didn’t care about you or if I’d forget about that easily I would still be like this right now?” Jimmy said. “If there’s something about your past that is hurting you then please, Kitten, talk to me about it.”

“You don’t know my life,” Stan said weakly. He held his arms and stared at his feet. “You’re making a mistake; wanting someone like me around.”

“It’s a mistake I’ll gladly make every time if it means I get to spend more time with you.” Jimmy said. He pressed a hand on Stanley’s cheek, using his thumb to wipe away his tears. He looked into his boyfriend’s eyes, offering a gentle smile. “C’mon Stan, it’s still early, let’s get some rest then talk about this over breakfast. We can get some pancakes from the diner up the road. My treat.”

“I still don’t feel like I should be here.” Stan muttered. Despite this he let Jimmy guide him to their bed.

“If it makes you feel any better. I’m asking you to be here because I want you to be here. No pity, not trickery from being seduced by your hot ass. Just a good friend who wants to spend time with you.” Jimmy said.

“It does make me feel a little better,” Stanley admitted. He leaned into Jimmy as they laid down on the bed.

“Feeling better?” Jimmy asked, wrapping his arms around Stan.

“It’s too early.” Stan said while yawning. “I’m sore for being dumb.”

“You’re not dumb.” Jimmy pressed a kiss to the top of Stan’s head. “Just need some support.”

“Not that I deserve it.” Stanley said under his breath, snuggling into Jimmy’s embrace, listening to the blond’s gentle humming.

Soon a deep sleep took both men to distant land where the pain of this morning, of troubled pasts and terrible futures were far away. All they had was the warm feeling of one another, and that was all they needed.

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