“Looking good!” Franklin said, a wide smile on his face that only made me feel prouder. “And see,” he added, touching Rory’s arm. “The light fixture is replaced!”
Rory nodded as he looked up. “Thank you again, Asher. I thought a million times about coming out here to do this all myself…”
“But I wouldn’t let him anywhere near my Lego Poison Ivy,” Franklin added quickly.
“She’s safely wrapped in a plastic tarp in the back,” I confirmed. Handyman work might not have been as exciting as driving, but I still wanted to do as good a job as I could.
Franklin threw his arm around Rory’s waist. “There’s even extra space now! I could get some more cutouts when the next season launches…”
Rory’s bushy eyebrows furrowed, but before he could say anything, Franklin tittered. “Just kidding! I’m sure Ava is going to find plenty of things to fill this with over the next five years.”
I chuckled, then pulled my tank up to wipe the sweat off my face, revealing my abs. I grinned when they both trailed their eyes down, obviously staring at what I was showing them.
Maybe this really is foreplay…
I kept my shirt up as I turned, giving them a solid stare at my perky ass. As I bent, I finally released the shirt, then swooped up the drill and circular saw I had used for the project. “I thought you could just store these in the shed?” I said innocently. “There’s plenty of room.”
Franklin swallowed, and I about swooned when his throat stretched. “Sure,” he said. “Wherever you’d like.”
I dropped the power tools on the shelf. “Careful what you promise,” I teased, then took a slight step forward.
The wind gusted outside, and the door creaked halfway shut. The overhead light and the single window were enough to keep us out of darkness, but a shadow fell across the shed.
Rory and Franklin turned to each other. Then Rory stretched his arm across Franklin’s shoulders, the same as Franklin’s hand was tucked around his waist. I couldn’t read their expressions, but it seemed like an entire conversation was happening just in their eyes.
“You know,” I said as I stepped forward again. “I still don’t feel like I’ve given you a proper thanks for that dinner.” I hooked my thumb through my belt loop and let my hand fall by my crotch, inches from the thick bulge I was sporting. “I hope you don’t think that was rude of me.”
I noticed Franklin’s fingers tighten, dimpling Rory’s side.
“Asher,” Rory said, rubbing his beard with his free hand. “I didn’t think a boy like you worried about being rude.”
And then he had to go and call me that,aboy. Just the sound of it made my hole seize in on itself, a whimper curling my lip.
“It’s too late to get you a card,” I said, stepping forward. “And it’s too late to pick up flowers today,” I added, with another small step. “But I think I found the perfect way to show my appreciation.” I closed the distance. “Even if this boy is rude, he can still be nice.”
I absorbed the heat off their bodies and trailed my fingers along my hard cock, stroking the bulging denim as we all stared at each other. The tension was like static electricity, thick in the air. I could already feel their hands on my body, and my balls were heavy with the need to unload just from the smell of them.
Fucking touch me, daddies.
“And what’s that?” Rory said. He stared down at me with intense concentration. It felt like he was reading me, like every thought in my head and every inch of my skin were under his examination. “How are you going to show us that you’re nice?”
Something warm and bubbly gushed through me, and I almost lost the ability to talk.
Fucking fuck! How the hell did Rory just get hotter?
I turned to Franklin, and my breath turned into a needy panting. He had this mixture of excitement and curiosity in his eyes. It was only when his lip quivered softly that I realized.
He was thinking about what he wanted to do to me.
Somehow, that was all the confirmation I needed. I dropped to my knees, then looked up to the guys, towering above me. “Like this.”
I pressed my hand against Franklin’s cock, thick as a sausage in his jeans, then cupped Rory’s fat balls, rolling them through his khakis. Franklin’s gasp quickly turned into a groan, and when I nuzzled my face against Rory’s cock, I saw from the corner of my eye as he took his husband in for a kiss.
I groped at each of them, tugging and rubbing and squeezing as I listened to the sounds of their wet kisses. Gasping as I nuzzled into their crotches, I inhaled their scents as deeply as I could, imprinting the differences between them in my mind.
Finally, I was getting what I fucking needed.
Rory started praising me first. His hand landed on the back of my head, and when his fingers gripped behind my ears, he growled at me.
