'Thanks for the help.' Cody was on his side, detached phallus in hand and Wade behind him, beside him, one big arm slung over slender hips. 'Teddy...he...I LOVE him but he's boring.'
wade kept caressing the hips, the flat stomach, one hand trailing over. Great to have someone to depend on to be there for you even if both parties involved happened to be cheating, in a way.
'Missionary?'
'Mostly.' Cody yawned, reattached his anatomy. 'I don't dislike what my fiance does but sometimes I want to be...not smacked around or anything like that, I don't know, I guess I want a man to rough me up on occasion.'
'Slight forced entry.' Wade yawned as well. His eyelids began to droop. A variety of positions over the last three hours had tired him.
'Very slight.'
'You're fortunate you have a future husband, mine's becoming past.'
'Oh,oh shit! I'm sorry!' Cody felt the floor with one damp hand, couldn't locate his shirt. 'It's because of what we've been d-'
'No he doesn't know, yet and it's something bad that happened.'
'Personal.'
'Yes.'
'Then I won't pry.'
'I'm glad you don't. But because of what's occurred I'm going back home.'
'How long will you stay away?'
'Until things work out.'
'What if...pardon me to say it, but what if he doesn't want you back?!'
Wade winced.
'Then I'll have no reason to live.'
Seth took the full impact of the back tackle, dean blowing heat in his ear and laughing.
'What are YOU overjoyed about? Played in traffic?'
'better. I watched some creative body disposal.'
'Ugh.'
'don't ugh. S is talented.'
'HIM again.' Seth spit, inside of his mouth tasting like acidic citrus fruit juice vomit. 'Trash boy.'
'Dump guy. S is great, you won't believe how fun he can be.'
'You're right, I never will.'
'Envy looks bad on such a pretty face!'
'Shut up.'
'I brought you these.' Dean shook the contents of a small plastic bag into his lover's lap. Seth glanced at the tiny brown items with disdain and suspicion.
'Acorns?'
'teeth.'
'Teeth! What did this person do, never brush?!'
'Not even once.'
'Nasty. You can have them.' Seth swatted away the gifts.
'If I clean them would you want them?'
'What I WANT is for you to drop your clothes below the waist and bend over the bed. NOW.'
Dean sat crosslegged, perfectly still and smiling, infurating his beloved to the point steam may have blew from his ears.
'Dammit, do what I say!' Seth snarled.
Dean remained still.
He was one to take the force of the tackle this time, jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, yanked down with rage.
The holes in the ragged underwear helped nicely, Seth used his fingers to rip one open from dime sized to dollar bill.
He didn't even waste time spitting, plunged in dry, not even a prepared stretch.
Dean took it gladly, gleefully, felt the tearing and the leak of blood, he was the piece of plastic bag and Seth's penis was the scissors cutting through him.
They managed to stay joined while Seth walked backwards, talented man, still thrusting, rifled through his baggage a minute before holding up a large rubber paddle, black with a small red star design.
Dean pouted. 'No splintery board with a rusted bent nail in it?'
'Not for you, bitch.' Seth said and Whap! hit his lover in the face, full contact.
'You don't deserve it, bitch!' WHAP!
'don't you DARE like Solomon more than ME you bitch!' WHAP! hard over the back of the neck and the lower back.
'Because you're MINE and you'll do what I tell you, bitch!' A frenzy of smacks, reddened the rear end, Seth narrowly missed hitting his penis still pushed witin during the assault.
'Yeah I'm yours.' Dean grunted. 'i've ALWAYS been yours but no way I'll do what you order.'
'Shut up!'
'Make me!'
Dean gagged in surprise at the push, down over his tongue, sweet tasting Seth, meaty flavored sperm and beautiful dick, swelled and close to exploding.
The scrape against Seth's side caused him to pull out.
'What?'
The foot was stared at, utter disgust, the cluster of warts that resembled freeze dried maggots glued to barnacles on the ankle.
'The medicinal cream didn't work?'
'I never used it. I planned to gnaw them off.'
'Idiot.'
'Fine then, smart ass, what do YOU suggest?'
Seth shrugged. 'Sandpaper?'
'Unfortunately I'm fresh out.'
'Amateur.' Seth took a nail file from the complimentary gift basket in the bathroom, soaps and shampoos and towels, all mini sized for travel.
He sawed and filed away at the hard crispy yet rubbery textured mass until it bled.
Then licked away the blood.
The wart mass was buried at sea, flushed and out of sight out of mind.
Dean grinned. He was bleeding from his right foot and his ass, now decorated with stars and scars.
He would never let Seth rule over him.
Get the best of him, that was a different story altogether.
