Evan fumed and scowled, face an example of milk curdling while his Fifty joked and chatted with this emo freak beside him.
He'd not felt envy often at Finlay's pal-ing around. Friends? Sure nothing wrong with them.
But this man KNEW Finlay, someone from his past, kept calling him David and not even his closest buds called him David.
Never.
Evan snarled and crutch walked back to reclaim his place.
'i've been looking for you!'
'no you haven't and that's the problem. Who's your FRIEND?'
The emo glanced at him and winked. He had the nerve to WINK and Evan silently thought about breaking his other foot kicking this creep right in the-
'This is Sami. One of my best students. we've tried to slaughter each other so many times, tou wouldn't believe...'
'I might.' Evan said coldly, standing close enough to his beloved to feel how warm his skin was. 'Try me.'
'Give me time Evan.' Finlay dipped down and got a kiss.
Evan now happily gloated, winking at Sami who was the jealous man now.
Fight to the end, maybe to death if need be.
Because Evan wasn't about to give his prize away.
A kip up was better with a Were attached to it.
And when Drew could kip up from the floor, Justin attached squatting over him, the jumping movement binding them deeper, that made for a pleasant time.
He kept it up, (and kept up something else) leaning over to the side enough to steal a Brit kiss while Wade slammed away at his bench straddled spouse, one leg up and over, spread wide, rump up, and bouncing from the force of the smacks.
This made them a sort of Around The World gang of friction and fluid exchange.
'Unfair.' Justin mumbled beneath his coating of sticky.
'Yeah I mean WE were a tag team tah-oooo.'
'Champions I believe.'
'Yeah.'
'After you?'
'Oh nawh, after YOU.'
Both former taggies themselves, the UK version, were startled wonderfully at the double detach and twin tackle.
Drew never turned down Jay Gee's fingers inside him and from what he could see his past lover wasn't unhappy with Heath's fisting him either.
Tag team being tag teamed.
Four ways to be Champion.
Jinder sat as babysitter, checking his watch several times.
Who knew group sex could last this long?
He for one didn't. He'd rarely ever gone duo let alone a mass.
Because nudity bothered him.
A peek of a bare butt now and then, okay. But full frontal he found repulsive on both men AND woman.
Human bodies disgusted him.
He had to change that way of thinking, people already thought of him as liking animals in a very bad way, which was untrue.
the tiny bats climbed over his turban, testing their wings to fly.
'Don't they poop on you?' Dancing JCurtis took a seat beside him.
'They don't. They're quite clean.'
'Oh. Great.'
Nothing more was said.
Plenty Johnny WANTED to say but kept it inside, unspoken.
Having Jinder sitting with him was reward enough.
They watched the babies silently and smiled.
Wonderful day.
