Blind.

Could see but not with the eyes covered.

Hands sloppily tied and Wade realized this and decided to play dumb and take advantage of the opportunity soon enough.

Now however he relished the exploration, world travels on his body with playful hands, soft fingers and enjoyable mouth.

'How am I supposed to be boning you when it's dahhhh-arrrrrrk?!'

Heath quit sucking and frowned. 'I do NOT sound like that.'

'Your imitation of my voice was far more shoddy.'

'Says you. Leave the blindfold on!'

'I want to see what's going on. I don't trust you wouldn't bring a filthy mongrel in here.'

'Right. Because a dog would LOVE to see your mosquito cock.'

'Insulted, how delightful.'

'Yeah.' Heath crawled up from the middle of the bed to the pillow pile, removed everything he'd placed upon his spouse. 'Peek-a-boo!'

'I take it back!' Wade groaned. 'Your face makes me prefer being sightless.'

'yeah and you flap those ears in a good breeze and you'd be up in the clouds in no time.'

'Daft.' Wade huffed. 'If you need a place to sit I've a nice face for you.'

'Yeah.' Heath slid up for a kiss. 'Whose would that be?'

'Your comedy fails us all.'

'So did your leadership.'

'Let's finish this conversation another time.'

A slight roll over, face down, hands clutched in the largest thread count pillow, navy blue striped.

Movement above him, inside.

A groan from above, a sigh from beneath and Wade rocked forward slowly, savoring the tight squeeze, near to explode.

Even though this ridiculous ginger twit said he wanted to separate, they fit together rather well.

the building crumbled into rubble and beneath the ring, neither noticed.

seth refused to love, to admit to it, so no cutesy pet names for him, no sweetie or baby or honey, instead spitting venom and cursing suited them both.

'You useless fat nerd.' He grunted as he pounded away at Dean from behind, his lover sucking himself off. 'That's right, nerd, get yourself off, suck it into your mouth, drain it dry, you shit.'

'Fuck you, loser!' Dean paused and glared back with a grin. 'You're a pathetic non masculine bitch who owns lap dogs. No REAL man owns small dogs, you wimp.'

'i'll show you a real man, lard ass.'

Seth bit him, clamped down on the back of Dean's neck and shook him.

'That's it, rip me to shreds.'

'Shut up and open wide.'

Dean's mouth was filled with a frantic furious tongue.

He bit it and held on.

Seth's entering him with a slam made him smile, trembling, both breathing shakily, as the walls and ceiling fell on the ring they were beneath.

Neither noticed.

until one of their own was crushed in the falling rubble.

Corey stopped pissing at the sight of Bronson.

'i thought you were fired.'

'For mouthing off and speaking my mind, yeah, I was.

Sounds like me.' Corey dried and cleaned his soggy crotch. 'how are you?'

'Bored without you.'

'We talk every week, hang around the coffee shop.'

'yeah but that's public.' Bronson smiled slowly. 'Not private.'

'Ah.' Corey grinned as he began to understand. 'I think you're cool too.'

'And you...smell great.'

'It's confidence, anarchy and bacon.'

Corey winked, dropped to the damp rest room floor.

Found bronson's penis with his tongue after tearing the zipper of the faded jeans down with prying lips.

Bronson groaned and thrust.

Perfect sweet orgasm before the roof fell on him, crushing his body, hidden beneath fallen brick.

Corey shrieked in panic, cursed horrified, dug wildly through the mass, tearing skin from his hands.

Bronson lay still, blood covered, broken neck.

Not moving.

Still and silent with eyes closed.