Bubba picked up his cell as it rang, not bothering to check the caller I.D. The ringtone was "We Didn't Start the Fire," which meant that it could only be Ayden, Bubba's boyfriend. Everyone at the university called him the flame prince because he was so bipolar—it was so bad he had to transfer schools last semester.

"Hey babe," Bubba said easily. So easily that even Ayden, who was always suspicious of things that didn't exist, would never be able to tell that he was getting fucked from behind. Marshall smirked just knowing that. He'd made such a bad boy out of the once pure Bubba. "I know! Happy birthday. How did it go?"

Marshall slowed his pace so the frantic slapping of skin-on-skin couldn't be heard through the phone, focusing instead on how very sexy Bubba looked right then. He'd managed to convince Bubba to dye his hair pink, and it looked so good against his creamy skin. Bubba was currently leaning on his elbows, one delicate (and skilled) hand holding the phone to his ear, his whole back splayed out for Marshall to see. "Oh, that's nice," Bubba said calmly. Marshall concentrated on the lithe bend of the other man's back, the smooth curves of his not-too-feminine body, his delicious ass. The ass that Marshall was currently pounding. Mm, that was just too good.

"I know, I wish I could have been there too," Bubba said. "It just didn't work out, with school and all. I'm sorry." They both knew Bubba definitely wasn't sorry. Marshall let his cock scrape torturously slowly over Bubba's prostate, making Bubba shudder. Marshall smirked. Oh, how he loved playing with Bubba's body. He did it as often as he could. A foot against Bubba's crotch under the table, a hand on Bubba's ass when no one could notice, a playful slap on the chest that just so happens to tweak a nipple when everyone was watching. He loved watching Bubba struggle with his arousal.

"So how was your mother?" Bubba asked. He nodded when he had to, hummed here and there, but Marshall knew he was only listening enough to carry a conversation. He was paying far too much attention to the feeling of Marshall's dick inside of him, Marshall's hands on his hips. Marshall wished he could see Bubba's pulsing arousal, but he'd seen it so many times it wasn't like he didn't know what it looked like.

Marshall decided to have a little fun with his sweet little boy toy. He knew how much Bubba loved these middle-of-sex phone calls, how dirty and hot they made him feel, so Marshall figured if he spiced things up a little Bubba would like it more, yeah? At the very least, it would be amusing.

"Oh, that's reaAAH!" Bubba shouted loudly, eyes going wide as Marshall really plowed in. Bubba tightened around Marshall's prick oh so nicely. Marshall smirked at Bubba when Bubba sent him a deathly glare over his shoulder. "What? Oh, no, babe, everything's fine," Bubba said smoothly, his sweet voice in complete disagreement with the downright evil look on his face. "I just stubbed my toe and it really startled me. Oh, I'm fine, don't worry about it. So how's your new roommate again?" Marshall smirked. No matter what Bubba's face said, Marshall knew he loved this. And Marshall could learn to handle this whole birthday sex thing—even if it wasn't his birthday they were celebrating. He thrust again, making Bubba bite his lip.

Oh yeah, he could definitely handle this.