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Snipe slid his lips over the head of Jason’s cock. He thrust up and nearly gagged him.

“S-sorry.”

I licked along his taint and circled his hole, biting and licking the overly sensitive nerves until they gave way enough for my tongue to slip inside.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jason howled. “This is…this is…” Lost his words, right where we wanted him. This was perfect to take away his worries and a great start to show Jason we’d take care of him.

Step one of many to come.

The dual ministrations were more than he could handle. He gripped Snipe’s head, thrust up and shouted, “Fuck!” as he came riding my tongue.

That tipped Snipe and I over the edge with him. Our mouths slammed together, both tasting of essence of Jason, firmly gripped each other’s cocks and baptized Jason’s body with our come.

“Holy shit. Your silhouettes were hot as hell.”

Snipe and I fell back onto the bed. The moment we caught our breath we burst into laughter. When was the last time we felt this light, this free? Jason brought more to our dull, monotonous days than he knew, and this was only the beginning.

“I for one am gonna sleep like a baby. Thanks, guys.”

Leave it to the smart ass between us to end the night with a joke.

“You’re welcome, sir. We take cash or credit. Please leave your payment on the nightstand.” Who knew I was so witty and on so few brain cells.

“Ha-ha, I love it.” Jason kissed me and then Snipe. “Two hot men beside me, a comfortable bed beneath me and empty balls. A guy could get used to this. A good night indeed.”

If I could roll my eyes any harder they’d get lodged in my brain.

“Night,” Snipe and I muttered and curled into our usual positions. I hoped like hell orgasms were enough to keep the demons at bay tonight.

“Sikes,” I answered. Damn phone nearly vibrated off the nightstand and scared the shit out of me.

“Hello, Mr. Sikes? Is that your first or last name?” a woman’s voice asked.

“Both. Can I help you?”

“Yes, sorry. This is Pressley, I’m the portfolio manager for Easton and Diamond Masterson-Taylor. They asked if I’d show you a few of the properties they have available for rent. Is now a good time to talk?”

“What time is it?”

“My apologies, it’s ten a.m. Would you like for me to call back later?”

Shit. “No, this is good. What time did you want to meet?” Jason and Snipe stirred behind me.

“Well, from the sounds of it I woke you and for that I must apologize. Why don’t we plan to meet at the first property at two p.m. Will that work with your schedule?”

The sun shone through the sliver of curtain that didn’t quite close which gave me a clear view of Jason and Snipe. “Give me a moment.” I muted the call and turned to them. “It’s the houselady. She wants to meet at two. That would give us time to eat and check on Jason’s family.”

“Works for me,” Snipe stretched as he got out of bed.

“Thanks for thinking of them. Yeah, we can totally make it work.” Jason gave me a kiss and hopped off the bed, smacking Snipe’s ass as he raced past him toward the restroom.

“Yeah, that works for us. Text me the address and we’ll meet you there.”

“Perfect. Should I call Jason and schedule the same?”

“No, ma’am, he’s here with us and he’ll be there, too.”

“Excellent. See the three of you then.”

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