Author's note: Okay...
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John W. Black-
In the motel...
The brunet boy slowly moved his hands down to Sam's crotch, Sam gasped and let go of Sebastian's neck. Sebastian took this as a 'green-light' and started to stroke Sam dick.
"Get, out of here!..." The blond ordered, but Sebastian wasn't willing to give up.
"You know you want it... Sammy..." That was it! That was the breaking point! Sam punched Sebastian as hard as he could, breaking the shorter man's nose. Sam kept screaming incomprehensible words, he looked like a wild dog.
"YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT! ONLY BLAINE CAN CALL ME THAT!" Sam punched Sebastian again, and again, and again. "YOU GET THAT?" another punch "NO ONE!" with disgust, Sam lifted Sebastian and dropped the man outside. As he closed the door, he leaned against it and cried...
In an Hotel room, somewhere...
"Hello Blainey-Blaine! How was work today?" Tina entered the hotel room, and the game started. This showed Blaine how sick Tina was, and how sick he was going to get if he didn't get out of here quickly.
"I caught a flu... Can I call in sick?" This was it... This was his chance! Who to call?
"Of course Blainey, I'll go shower, and then we can have some fun!" Okay this was Blaine last chance! Who to call? Who to call?
Who to call?