“Mmhm.”
“Do you want to touch yourself, sweet boy? Go on. Touch yourself for Daddy.”
“Mmmhmm.” Noah reached down to get his hand in his pants, but a noise at the door startled him. He popped off and turned his head, his stomach dropping as the door suddenly opened.
In walked Mickey and Roger.
“Fuck, those guys at the door really did not wanna let us in!” Roger cackled. “Crybaby and Scout are gonna be late, they’re…” He stopped. “Oh. Well, what do we have here?”
“I didn’t want to be disturbed for a reason,” Alistair drawled. He didn’t appear to be that bothered.
“Oh. Don’t stop on our account.” Roger batted his eyes.
Mickey ignored them and headed to the bar, digging around for a drink.
No one appeared phased or shocked by what Alistair and Noah were doing in the slightest.
“Go on.” Alistair waved for Noah to continue.
“Right now?” Noah’s heart thudded, and a new surge of excitement coiled down in his loins.
“We can stop if you prefer.” Alistair smiled, and it was a reassuring one. “We can always finish later.”
“No.” Noah’s erection hadn’t flagged, and he wanted to come. Having such an intimate audience was only making him harder if he was being honest. “I’m good, sir.”
“Then continue, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Cheeks burning, Noah bowed back down and sucked Alistair’s thick cock back into his mouth. He unzipped his own pants, reaching in to grab his dick and stroke.
“Vodka and orange juice,” Roger asked sweetly. He was near the bar with Mickey, judging by the sound.
“Why can’t you just order a fuckin’ screwdriver?” Mickey complained.
“Just shut up and make me a drink.” Roger must have been watching Noah and Alistair because he said, “Oh, come on. You can take his dick deeper than that! Really get in there! Show him that you care!”
Noah didn’t know why, but he listened. He inhaled through his nose and didn’t stop until Alistair’s cock hit the back of his throat and deeper still.
Alistair’s low groan in reply was intoxicating, as was the twist of his fingers in Noah’s hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mickey demanded. “Let them finish.”
“I wanna watch!” Roger argued.
“Fuckin’ shut up already. Here’s your stupid fuckin’ vodka and juice.”
“Maybe I’ll go out there and watch that show instead,” Roger suggested. “See what this Odysseus guy is all about. Maybe find somebody out there who isn’t gonna give me shit about my drinks—”
“Oh, fuck you!” Mickey suddenly snapped.
There were sounds of a scuffle, a glass shattering, and Noah had to see what was happening.
Mickey dragged Roger over to the double-sided mirror and then pulled his pants down, baring his ass—wow, and it was a pretty nice ass—before swinging down to spank him so hard that Roger’s knees banged into the glass.
“Ah, fuck!” Roger groaned, leaning his head back into the tight grip Mickey had on his hair.
“You stupid fuckin’ slut!” Mickey snarled angrily. “Getting dicked down in the kitchen wasn’t enough, huh? Still hungry for another load?”
“Oh, fuck! Mmm, yes, master.” Roger visibly shivered. “Come on. You can fuck me while I watch that Odie guy, and I’ll pretend he’s you.”
