“Is that right, Johnny?” Ezra asks. He’s got this hungry look in his eyes that I don’t see too often, especially aimed at Johnny. “Are you going to take care of Bubba tonight?”
“I …” Johnny looks up at me with hooded, confused eyes. “Take care of you?”
“His cock,” Ezra says, his hand flying faster. “We’re going to take care of his cock.” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, sliding a finger into his hole, making me and Johnny both gasp. “Me and you. Johnny, please?”
“We are?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I assure him. “But if you want to, you can.”
“I’m close,” Ezra whispers. “Fuck, Bubba, Johnny, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come.”
“Fuck,” Johnny says again.
“Johnny,” Ezra whines, his eyes slammed shut, his hips thrusting rapidly. “Please look at me.”
“I’m lookin’,” Johnny says, grinding even harder against my hand. “Fuck, Ez, I can see it. I can see you. You’re stroking your little cock.”
“Not little,” he whimpers, but then he shuts his eyes even tighter. His hand flies up and down his dick as he fingers himself. “Oh, God. Johnny. Baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” Johnny moans, and then warmth spreads across his lap, and his head falls back. My boys are coming. They’re busting together, and the sight of it sends me over. I grab Johnny’s hand and place it on top of my bulge. It only takes a single thrust before I’m spilling over in my underwear.
“Ah, fuck, I’m coming!”
The sound of my voice sends Ezra’s eyes shooting open and jaw hitting the floor. With another thrust, his cock erupts again, sending after three shot into the air before splattering down on his chest. If I put any thought into this, I would have reminded him to grab one of his balloons, because every drop of cum counts when you’re trying to save enough to drench a grown man’s face. I guess Ezra doesn't mind, though, because he frantically collects a palmful from his chest and licks at it like a drowning man at a watering hole. He’s making all these slutty noises that send my cock throbbing even harder than it already was. I kind of wish Johnny would sink to his knees and swallow me whole, but I think that’s something we should save for when Ezra’s here. I want us to experience this together, and I know if we did anything without Ezzy, he’d take it as me showing favoritism to Johnny.
“Good boy,” I say. “You made us come so hard, baby.”
Ezra blushes furiously. “Fuck off.” He glances over at Johnny, who is staring down at his wet lap in absolute disbelief.
“What the fuck did we just do?” he asks, but I think he’s talking to himself.
“Johnny?” Ezra leans closer to his screen, and when Johnny looks up, Ezzy smiles at him. Warmly. Kindly. Like he’s concerned about Johnny’s troubled headspace just as much as I am. “Are you okay?”
Johnny swallows. “I don’t know. I think so.”
“Do you regret it?”
Johnny shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I think I liked it.” Color darkens his cheeks. “Is it okay if I liked it?”
Ezra pauses, considering. There’s a storm brewing behind his eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down a few times before he finally nods. “Yeah. It’s okay. More than okay.”
“Okay.” His hands are shaking again, and when he looks at me, there’s a gentle smile settling in the corner of his mouth, but I can tell he’s still all torn-up inside. “Is it okay if I picture the meadow again? It was really peaceful there.”
“Yeah, baby,” I say, kissing his forehead. “Go back to your meadow.” Once Johnny’s eyes are closed again, he crinkles his nose and smiles wider, waving at what I’m assuming is the bunny again.
“He’s precious like this,” Ezra says, surprising me. Johnny doesn’t even flinch, so he must be distracted by the mental picture playing out in his head.
I smile at Johnny, because Ezzy is right. Johnny looks so damn precious this way. “I love him,” I tell Ezra.
“I don’t hate him,” Ezra admits. “I like picking on him, but I like him being around. I think I like the way he’s always getting in the way.” Ezzy looks away from Johnny and back at me. “Wake him up.”
“He ain’t sleeping.”
“He’s not present, and there’s something he needs to be present for.”
I roll my eyes and nudge Johnny’s shoulder. “Baby, can you leave the meadow for a minute? Ezzy has something to say.”
Johnny blinks his eyes a few times. “Huh?”
