Page 62 of Gratification in Gluttony

“We’ll be right back!” Gem announced as he dragged a protesting Rusty out of the room.

“What are they—”

“Right foot red,” Zef said, interrupting Toni.

“Well, it’s been fun.” Jude winked and maneuvered out of Toni’s lap. Unfortunately, his movement upset Toni’s equilibrium, and his ass lowered too far, hitting the mat.

“Damn it,” Toni sat heavily, shaking out his arms. “I’m out.”

Jumping to his feet, he shook his hand through Jude’s hair, making the human squawk in outrage. Toni stepped around Oliver and Tad, joining Glyma on the sidelines.

“I’ll get more snacks, yeah?” He patted Glyma’s back as he passed her, heading for the kitchen.

Before he’d taken more than a few steps, Gem and Rusty’s bickering drifted down the hall from the bathroom, and Toni faltered. What were they doing in the bathroom together?

Normally, when there was a conversation not meant for Toni’s ears, he’d be respectful and not eavesdrop. In this moment, however, fuck respect. He had to investigate.

Instead of continuing to the kitchen, Toni turned and marched down the hallway, ears straining to catch the conversation happening inside the bathroom.

“Okay, just take a deep breath,” Gem was saying as Toni approached the door to the bathroom.

“Can’t you just let me do it?” Rusty asked, sounding uncomfortable.

“Honey, if you do it, we’re gonna be here all night. Out of the two of us, I think I’m the one better equipped to get this accomplished. I mean, I got it in the first time.”

Toni reared back from the door. What the fuck?

“Yeah, and it fell out,” Rusty retorted. “I don’t think that’s a good indicator of your skills in this matter.”

“It wouldn’t have fallen out if you hadn’t been fighting me,” Gem said patiently. “Now, take a deep breath, go to your happy place, and let me put it in.”

Okay, seriously, what. The. Fuck?

“It’s gonna hurt,” Rusty said, sounding panicked now.

“Why would it hurt?”

“It’s too dry!”

Gem’s tone was more clipped now. “No, it’s not. I just got it wet.”

“And it’s already dry. I can see it!”

“Deities give me strength! Fine.”

“Ew, don’t lick it,” Rusty protested.

Lick it? What?

“It’s just a little spit; calm down.”

“You can’t use spit.”

Gem snickered. “I think you’d be surprised.”

“Gem!”

“Rus!” Gem said, matching the Pyclon’s tone. “You’re being such a sack right now. Pussy up, and let’s do this.”

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