“Fuck the fans.”
His eyes meet mine, and a shy smile quirks on his face. “Do you like it?”
“Baby, I fucking love it.”
“What about you, Johnny?”
Johnny opens his eyes, lifting his hand away from the imaginary bunny’s head, and stares intensely at Ezra. He gives our little guy a quick nod. “You look nice, Ez.”
Ezra blushes, his smile widening. “Thank you. You look nice too. You know, minus the hideous coveralls and grease stains on your face.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ezra says, looking away, his cheeks as bright as ever. “For a douchebag, I guess.” He hooks his fingers into his jockstrap and shoves it down, revealing his little friend.
Is his cock one for the record books? No, but who cares? It’s the prettiest little cock I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen all that many. I think even if I had, he would still be tied with Johnny’s as the prettiest.
Johnny’s staring at Ezra with the same level of hunger in his eyes as me. His fingers grip me, squeezing so tightly I almost can’t stand it.He’s got our intertwined hands pressed right against his bulge, slowly rubbing up and down, grinding his cock against the back of my hand.
Johnny looks up at me with glazed eyes. “Bubba …”
I move closer and uncurl my fingers, wrapping it around Johnny’s wrist and guiding it to his cock. He whimpers softly, sounding needier than I’ve ever heard him. It’s got to be triple digits in this shop, but seeing Johnny lost in what I knew was inevitable—our boy—a chill runs down my spine. Johnny rolls his hips, fucking his palm through the barrier of his coveralls, and I need him to know it’s okay. He has to fucking know it, so I kiss his neck.
“It’s okay to enjoy it, baby,” I whisper to him. “I want you to enjoy him too. Look how pretty he is, Johnny. Look how beautiful our boy is. He’s doing this for us.”
“Am not,” Ezra whimpers as he moves his psychic desk and kicks back on the couch, lifting his legs, placing one foot on each side of the edge of the sofa and scooting down. The action pries his cheeks apart, exposing a tight, pink hole. Fuck. It’s the one part of our boy I haven’t yet seen, and now that I have, I can’t unsee it. I don’t fucking want to unsee it, ever, because it’s absolutely breathtaking. He brings a finger to his hole, slowly tracing a circle around the entrance.
“Look how pink it is, Johnny,” I breathe. “Look at our boy’s pretty little pussy.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Ezra whines. God. He’s writhing around like a needy, bite-size slut. At my side, Johnny’s jaw is clenched so tight, he looks like a Bullmastiff, ready to pounce on the pretty bunny rabbit over there, wagging his tail.
“Ez?” Johnny looks up at me nervously, then back at the phone. “Bubba’s dick is hard.”
“It is?” Ezra licks his hips.
“Yeah. Um. Mine too, I guess.”
“Are you touching it?” Ezra asks. Johnny jerks his hand away, but Ezra shakes his head. “I didn’t mean you had to stop.” His eyes shift to meet mine. “How long has it been since you’ve gotten laid?” As he speaks, Ezra strokes himself faster, his breaths coming out shaken and broken.
“A little over a year,” I say.
“And you?”
Johnny swallows. “About a year and a half. Not since Annie. When I left, I tried to—” He cuts himself off, sighing. “I tried so hard, but I couldn’t.”
“Tried what?” Ezra asks, but Johnny looks like a deer in headlights. “Hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it. Will you look at me, Johnny?” Johnny looks up. “Neither of you have gotten laid in over a year.” Ezra’s hand is pumping at an impossible speed, and though his dick is small, it’s motherfuckin’ mighty. The head is red and swollen, and his precum is pouring out like a waterfall. His little balls look soft and smooth, almost like they’re welcoming me to reach through the phone screen and give them a fondle. I bet I could get his cock and balls in my mouth at the same time. I dart my eyes to Ezra’s, and he’s giving me a wicked smirk. “Hey, Johnny?”
“Yeah?”
“If Bubba hasn’t had sex in over a year, I think he’s earned a hand job,” Ezra says, making Johnny’s eyes bulge. “I’d offer to do it myself, but God knows you and your unhinged fits of jealous rage. The last thing I want is to wake up dead because you caught me stroking Bubba’s cock.”
“So, you want …” Johnny trails off, dazed.
“I want you to stroke him,” Ezra repeats. “I want you to jerk him off.”
“Fuck,” Johnny whispers.
“We can’t do it here,” I tell them. “But maybe tonight?”
