Page 8 of In the Shadows

“Yeah?”

“Everything cool here?”

“Yeah. Everything good in ’bago land?” Saying that made me think ofLegoland, which fit perfectly considering the BOD guys were acting like a bunch of dumbass kids.

“Not a peep from either of them, they’re probably gonna be pissed that we’re keeping them split apart for the day.”

“Tough shit, they need to chill the fuck out.” We must have woken Joey up as I felt his lips grazing my nipple rings.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, heavily.

“Ha,” Diamond must have heard me, “and on that heavy breathing note, I’m outta here.”

Thank fuck, cause talking with the hard on my man’s lips wrapped around my overly sensitive nipples was erecting, was proving to be difficult.

“I love this,” Joey said, tracing the smattering of hair I had trailing down my chest. As his fingers slid lower, my dick twitched behind my gym shorts. He fisted it through the material, “and this,” he added, squeezing tightly.

He licked his way down, his tongue following the trail his fingers were tracing. As he pulled back the elastic waistband on my shorts he laughed, not the reaction I’d expected nor wanted considering he was looking at my dick. “Um, so not the right time to laugh. What’s so funny?” I said, somewhat put off by this.

“Carpe diem. Still cracks me up to this day. Oh well, I guess I’ll seize,” he said, licking the tip of my dick, “the day,” before sucking my head between his lips.

“Holy hell, you’re going to kill me. Can I please wake up like this every day?” I begged.

I felt him smile as he hummed around my dick while pulling my shorts lower. I lifted my ass up to help him, all the while he never removed his mouth from my cock.

“Fuck, babe.” I had to see this.God, how long have I dreamed about this?How many times have I jacked off to this exact same scene playing out in my head? Those hazel eyes boring into me. His lips wrapped around my flesh, watching myself disappear between his lips. Saliva pooling in the corners of his mouth. He never broke our intense stare as he reached down between his own legs, freeing himself so he could jack it. Joey was getting off on this as much as I was and fuck, that alone was a huge turn on.

I grabbed his head with both hands, holding him in place as I fucked his face. His moans increased as did the motion of his fist. Tilting my head to the side I was able to watch his hand stroking as the sensations built at the base of my spine at an alarming rate. When I hit the back of his throat and he gagged, my balls drew up and I thought that was going to be the end for me. He lifted himself up, giving me a better view of his cock in hand. The drool slipping from his mouth trickled down my shaft. With his free hand, he gathered some with the tip of his fingers, staring up at me as his finger outlined my hole.

I groaned, “Yes.” He smeared it around before pushing in past the ring to his first knuckle and I was done. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Joey, gonna come. Fuck, gonna come.” I thrust up, but still had a death grip on his head as I shot my load down his throat. His moans increased as I continued tracking the hand on his shaft. On the next upstroke, he released into his fist at the same time my limp cock slid from his lips and he collapsed beside my thigh.

“Come here,” I called to him. “I wanna taste me on your lips.”

As he neared, I swiped my tongue along his swollen mouth, clearing away what he didn’t catch before diving in. The salty tinge instantly filled my senses as I sucked his tongue clean. He reached around me for the box of tissues he kept in the corner and I laughed.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” He wiped his hand as best he could. “Sounds like everyone’s still asleep, but I’m starving.”

“Ditto. Let’s grab some cereal.” We pulled our shorts on and headed to the kitchen area, eyeing the two boneheads still crashed out on the couches.

When we got back inside the bunk, the interaction between Easton and Diamond popped into my head. “What did you think about Diamond’s reaction to last night’s situation?”

“What do you mean?”

Shrugging, I continued, “He seems a bit protective of East, don’t you think?”

“I guess, I dunno. Haven’t thought about it. Just starting to get my own shit together. Maybe he doesn’t want him to get in trouble with his dad.”

“True, I can totally understand that.” Seemed I was the only one concerned with this, so time for a subject change. “Wanna work on some songs when we’re done eating?”

“Sounds like a plan,” he agreed, slurping the rest of the milk out of his bowl. “What?” he asked when he caught me watching him.

“Ha, you’ve got a little something there,” I pointed to the corner of his mouth where milk dribbled out. He stared at me as I clocked his tongue darting out to lick it away and he grinned. “Cocky fucker.”

“You love it and you know it, now give me your bowl and grab your shit. We’ve got some songs to write.”

When Joey came back, he seemed out of sorts, almost nervous. “What’s wrong?”

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