Page 33 of Bad Ruck

"We're not having a bright orange couch," Atlas said.

Jay grinned. "Bright yellow?"

Atlas snorted. "Over my dead body."

Storm, who'd followed me into the apartment, opened his mouth.

Frost elbowed him in the ribs.

Storm turned to him. "What?"

"You were about to say that could be arranged," Frost said.

"I was not," Storm protested weakly. "I was going to say…something else."

"Like what?" Frost asked brightly. He was obviously trying to get a rise out of the fullback.

"He was going to say he agrees with me, right, Stormy?" Atlas asked, sliding him a sly grin.

"No, but I do," Storm said. "No way I'd have a bright yellow couch either." He looked mildly disgusted at the idea.

"What if I wanted one?" I asked.

He gave me a dark look. "Don't you start. Or do. Then I can take you upstairs for some punishment. It's been too long since I smacked your ass."

The real estate agent standing by the door raised his eyebrows at that, but turned away, pretending he hadn't heard.

"Let's have a look around here first," I said. I grabbed Storm's hand and pulled him towards the main bathroom. It was also a study in white on white.

"This could use some coloured tiles," Jay said.

"If you're about to suggest orange or yellow—" Atlas started.

Jay grinned.

"It might be that more than one ass that gets spanked," Frost said wistfully.

"Are you hoping yours is one of them?" I asked.

He grinned. "Always."

"If you don't stop that, I'm going to fuck one of you right here," Storm growled.

Frost and I exchanged glances.

"He said that like we'd mind," I remarked.

Storm's hand shot out to grab the back of Frost’s head. "On your knees," he ordered. He pushed him down. “You too,” he snapped at me and Jay.

Without bothering to look and make sure the real estate agent couldn't see, I lowered myself to my knees beside Frost.

The front of Storm’s pants was already tented, seams straining. "Take my cock out," he said, teeth gritted.

Eyes on his, Frost pulled down the front of Storm’s pants and boxers to free his erection. Thick and hard, his cock bobbed right in front of Frost’s face, a bead of pre-cum already glistening on his tip.

"Open your mouth," he ordered. When Frost parted his lips, he pushed his cock all the way inside, to the back of his throat.

Atlas muttered something about going to make an offer before he stepped out of the large bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving the four of us in there.

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