I snort a laugh. “Deal.”
He lifts his hand, showing us his pretty nail polish. “Do you like it?”
The red color is absolutely stunning on him. It brings out the brown in his eyes and the pink in his lips. I have to force myself to blink as I stare at him. “You’re beautiful.”
“Damn straight.”
“Damn gay, actually,” I joke, because I am, and I figure it’s something that might make him laugh. He just rolls his eyes and groans.
“You have zero right being as sexy as you are when you’re spouting off cringeworthy clapbacks.” It’s only when Ezra glances down on his screen that I realize I’m still stroking my cock through my coveralls, and I’m fully hard now, leaking pre-cum, just like Bubba. “Are you sure you don’t mind if I make Bubba feel good in his office?”
“Obviously, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have said I was if I wasn’t.” His smile widens. “Can I watch? Will you keep me on the phone?”
“You can join us if you get your ass in the car and come to the shop,” Bubba says, sounding hopeful, but Ezra just shakes his head.
“I think I’m allergic to raw oil, and your workplace is coated in it. Don’t wanna go into anaphylactic shock and die, Daddy.”
“Do you want us to come home?” Bubba asks, but Ezra quickly shakes his head. He stands, and I follow behind, walking up the stairs to the office he rarely uses, preferring to work alongside his crew. The office has this big picture window looking down over the shop, and Bubba’s always said it makes him feel like a king staring down at his subjects when he works from there.
“If you come home, you’ll miss out on work. When you miss out on work, you miss out on money. When you miss out on money—”
“Ez?” I wait for him to look at me before adding, “Land the plane.”
He scoffs, but there’s a subtle smile in the corners of his mouth. “And when you miss out on money, you can’t buy me pretty things. I want all the pretty things, so I’m going to have to insist you both stay put. Plus, I need time to get everything ready for tonight.”
Bubba snorts a laugh. “Alright. We’ll stay here.”
Ezra leans a little closer to his phone and whispers, “Kiss Johnny, Bubs. I can tell he needs it.”
“He’s right,” I admit. “I think I kind of do.”
Bubba cups my face and stares deeply into my eyes. “Hey, Johnny Boy.”
“Hey, Bubba,” I whisper. Our lips touch, and he’s got a finger under my chin, delicately stroking my cheek with his thumb. I open my mouth a little wider, allowing him in, basically greeting him at the door with a strangled moan.
My cock is throbbing, and Ezra must notice, because as it twitches, he says, “You’ve got such a big cock, Johnny.”
“The better to fuck you with, baby boy.”
Bubba kisses me again, a little rougher this time, but that’s okay. I think I like it rough. I love to feel his scruffy beard scratching my face as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Love the way he rolls his hips, grinding his cock against mine. Our matching wet spots tell me his cock has to be just as drenched in pre-cum as I am. Good. I want him this way. I want him to stay sticky for Ez and me.
“Look how fuckin’ wet he is,” I say, pointing the phone at Bubba’s dick. Ezra’s eyes are glued to the bottom of his screen, and his tongue trails across his lips.
“Tonight,” he says, his voice shaky. “I’m gonna suck it until you come, and then I’m gonna share it with Johnny. We’re gonna suck you so good, sir.”
Bubba gives himself a stroke. “Is that right?” he asks, turning to me, head tilted to the side. “Are you gonna swallow Daddy’s dick?”
All I can do is dip my head in a nod.
Yeah. Fuck yeah, to that.
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Ez.”
“You’re doubting my expertise?” He looks up from the small enema bottle he’s holding and glares at me. “Typical. I thought we were past this, Johnny? I thought we were donefighting each other.”
“I ain’t fighting with you, I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at you the same, once this is over.”
“Oh, please. That’s the biggest batch of balderdash I’ve ever heard,” he spits back, lubing the bottle’s long plastic tip with KY Jelly.
