by K. C. Wells
Chaz rolled his eyes. “I think I can handle a roller brush.”
Jon didn’t respond but that smirk was still evident.
They started work, and Chaz had to admit they made a really good team—eventually. Jon worked neatly and precisely. Chaz? Not so much. It took him a while to get into the swing of it, but once he did, he was getting more paint on the walls than on his old jeans and T-shirt. Now he understood why Jon had insisted on wearing old clothing.
They’d finished all the walls by lunchtime, but that wasn’t surprising considering what time they’d started work. Chaz glanced at Jon and chuckled. “You’ve got some paint on your face.”
“Oh? Where?”
Chaz snuck a finger full of paint and smeared it on Jon’s cheek. “There.”
Jon arched his eyebrows. “I see.” He peered closely at Chaz’s face. “Yeah, you have too. I guess we match.”
Chaz brought his hand to his face. “I do? Where?” His fingers came away clean.
Jon smeared his thumb across Chaz’s forehead. “There,” he said with a grin. He bent down to pick up a rag to wipe his hand, and Chaz took advantage of the situation. He picked up the paintbrush.
“Oh yeah?” When Jon straightened to look at him, Chaz flicked the paintbrush at him, spattering pale green paint all over Jon’s sweats.
Slowly Jon turned to face him head on, and a shiver ran down Chaz’s spine. “You know that T-shirt you got me for Christmas? Don’t Poke The Bear? You’re about to find out why they say that.”
Chaz beckoned him with both hands and a grin. “Bring it on.” Then the air was punched from his lungs as Jon lurched forward, taking Chaz with him to the floor.
It had been a long time since Chaz had tried his hand at wrestling, and he’d always considered himself pretty good at it. But Jon was a fucking pro. They scrambled over the sheet-covered floor together, Chaz doing his best to extricate himself, and failing miserably. He ended up face-down, Jon lying on top of him, pinning him to the floor, his heart beating like a hammer, and acutely aware of Jon’s erection pressing against his ass.
Jon’s breath warmed his ear. “You give?”
Chaz’s only response was to hump his butt up toward Jon.
The result was instantaneous.
“I think we’re done here.” Jon got up and held out a hand to haul Chaz to his feet. Jon gazed down at his paint-covered form. “I get the first shower.” And before Chaz could say a word, he was out of there.
Chaz stood in the middle of the room, a little breathless, and hard as fuck. He glanced down at his bulging crotch. Now what do I do with this? Then he grinned. He planned on decorating the shower screen with his load. His only regret was that Kendis was missing out on all the fun.
Jon bowed his head under the jets of water, loving the feel of the hot torrent against his skin. His erection still hadn’t subsided, but he’d deal with that before the shower was over. The feel of Chaz’s lithe body beneath him had been more than he could bear. The urge to pull down Chaz’s sweats roughly and bare that firm ass had been tremendous. The thought of sliding his dick between those round cheeks sent heat barreling through him.
Enough. Talk about a temptation.
The soft knock at the bathroom door took him by surprise, and he stilled beneath the jets. “Something you need?”
“Want me to scrub your back?” Chaz called out from the other side of the door.
Jon chuckled. “Nope.”
“I could scrub your front.”
That hopeful note in Chaz’s voice made him smile. “Nope.”
“What about me cleaning your bits an’ pieces?”
Jon snorted. “You just wanna see what I look like naked.”
“Duh.”
He laughed, but that died away when his heart started pounding. Do it. Jon wasn’t sure that he dared. Do it. His breathing sped up a little. “You still there?”
“Yup.”
Jon sucked in a calming breath. “Well, come on in and get a good look.” He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He glanced down to where his previous hard-on had lost some of its rigidity. As if that surprised him. This is scary shit.
The door opened, and Chaz stepped into the steamy room. Jon waited, his pulse racing.
Chaz’s eyes grew wide as he caught sight of Jon. “Holy fuck.”
Okay, that was all kinds of gratifying. So was the silence that fell after.
Finally, Chaz spoke in an awed tone. “Fuck, look at you.”
Jon cocked his head to one side. “Do I look like you imagined?”
“Hell no.” Chaz grinned. “Much, much better.” He walked up to the glass screen and placed his hands flat to it. Jon stood facing him, conscious of his cock stiffening again. Chaz looked him up and down slowly without saying a word, and Jon’s heart was still pounding. “Flex for me again?”
Jon flexed, and Chaz let out a moan that went straight to Jon’s dick.
“I knew you had tattoos, but Jesus!” Chaz swallowed. “Turn around.” Jon did as instructed, keeping his movements slow. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”
Jon had to see his expression. He turned back to face Chaz, who was staring at him open-mouthed. Unable to stop himself, he wrapped a soapy hand around his cock and gave it a couple of leisurely pumps.
Chaz swallowed again. “I… I’m gonna be in my room. Let me know when you’re done.” And then he was gone.
Jon had no idea where that came from. He had never been so bold in his entire life. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, one hand supporting him as he leaned against the screen, and it wasn’t long before his come coated the glass. When he was done, he took the wall sprayer off its hook and cleaned the glass. He flicked off the shower, and stepped out onto the tiled floor, where he reached for a towel.
His heartbeat hadn’t slowed down yet.
Those two are gonna be the death of me. Then he smiled. But what a way to go.
“So how was work?” Jon asked Kendis as they sat to watch TV after dinner. Kendis had come straight there from the repair shop, and the first thing he’d done was throw himself in the shower. He’d emerged clean and smelling a whole lot sweeter, to find roast chicken, mashed potatoes, peas and gravy awaiting him. When he’d stared at the wonderful meal, Jon had simply shrugged and said something about a working boy needing fuel.
Kendis thought he was going to like living there.
“It felt like a very long day, especially after havin’ four days off,” he told them. He was cuddled up to Chaz on one couch, while Jon was across the room on the other.
Chaz snorted. “Your day was long? You should’ve seen mine.”
Kendis leaned in and kissed him. “I saw the results. The room looks amazing. I can’t believe you did all that in one day.”
“Yeah. He did well, didn’t he?” Jon was smirking.
Chaz rolled his eyes. “Okay, I may have had a little help.” He grinned at Jon. “Cleanin’ up was the best part.” Jon erupted into a sudden coughing fit.
Kendis got the feeling he’d missed out on something.
Jon found a movie to watch, and Kendis got comfortable. He’d told Momma he was staying the night, and she hadn’t argued. Not that she’d needed to say a word—her expression had said plenty.
“You feel good,” Chaz murmured. He buried his face in Kendis’s neck. “Fuck, you smell good too.”
“Says you.” Kendis loved the mixture of clean clothes and soap. Chaz stroked his belly, thankfully staying on top of his sweater, but that light touch was enough to focus Kendis’s mind on other more sensual pursuits. When Chaz lifted Kendis’s chin and kissed him, Kendis didn’t hold back.
“I missed you last night,” he whispered, trailing a finger down Chaz’s neck.
Jon cleared his throat loudly, and Kendis remembered they weren’t alone.
“I’m getting déjà vu here, guys.” Jon’s voice was a little gruff. “All we need now is Magic Mike.”
Chaz chuckled. “Yeah, but this time you could a
lways watch, instead of just listening in.”
Jon’s jaw dropped. “To quote Kendis: ‘I am so busted.’
Chaz snickered but Kendis wasn’t laughing. Chaz had inadvertently sent his mind off on a very sexy tangent. His breathing quickened. “You could, y’know.” Fuck. Can’t believe I’m even saying this. Just thinking it felt wicked.
Jon frowned. “Could what?”
He swallowed hard, his pulse rapid. “Watch us.” The catch in Chaz’s breathing told him the idea appealed to him too.
Jon stilled. “You’re asking me if I want to—”
“Watch us making out,” Chaz interjected. “Watch us fuck. Just watch. Of course, if you wanna join in, that’s okay too. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Kendis nodded in agreement. Say yes. Please say yes. The thought of Jon sitting there, slowly stroking his cock while they fucked on the couch, sent a pleasurable shiver through him. His skin tingled and his heart hammered. Why am I not shocked by the very idea?
Fucked if he knew. His dick was doing all the thinking right then.
Jon’s eyes were huge. “You’re serious.” He swallowed. “Where?”
“Here on the couch,” Kendis told him. “Us here. You over there, a safe distance away. You only get to close that gap if you want to.” Inside he was silently praying for just that.
“If you wanna jerk off, you go ahead.” Chaz grinned. “We’ll be busy over here.”
“Well?” Kendis demanded. He locked gazes with Jon. “Do you want to?”
Jon’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and he shivered. “Yes.”
Kendis expelled a long, shuddering breath. They’d just crossed a line and it thrilled him to the core. He turned to Chaz. “We’re gonna need supplies.”
Chaz got the hint. He launched himself up off the couch and sprinted toward his room, returning a minute later with a couple of condoms and the lube.
“Hey, guys?” Jon’s voice was rough. “Just… just pretend I’m not here, okay?”
Kendis doubted he’d be able to pull that off, but he nodded. Chaz placed the condoms and lube on the coffee table, then stood in front of him. Kendis wiped his palms on his thighs. “A little nervous here,” he murmured.
Chaz cupped his chin and bent down. “Don’t be,” he whispered, and then his lips met Kendis’s in a gentle kiss.
That Kendis could do. He stroked the back of Chaz’s head and opened for him, Chaz deepening the kiss instantly. Chaz knelt on the couch above him, one leg between Kendis’s thighs, and slowly pushed him back against the seat cushions, his tongue pushing deep. Kendis moaned into the kiss, his breath quickening when Chaz slid his hands under Kendis’s sweater, heading straight for his nipple.
Kendis’s breath stuttered. “F-fuck. You know what that does to me.”
Chaz smiled and slid his hand lower to mold it around Kendis’s stiffening shaft. “Oh yeah.” Then it was back where Kendis wanted it, tweaking his nipple, making him shudder. Their kisses intensified, and suddenly Kendis was on fire, wanting more, needing more.
Chaz pulled him upright. “Let’s get this off,” he whispered, before tugging Kendis’s sweater over his head. Then they were kissing once more, Chaz’s hands all over his neck and chest, making him even hotter. Chaz caught his lower lip between his teeth and gently pulled on it, and Lord, that was sexy as fuck.
Chaz broke the kiss to flick Kendis’s nipple with his tongue, and Kendis risked a glance over at Jon. His gaze was locked on them as he gently rubbed his erection through his jeans. Then Kendis realized Chaz was wearing way too many clothes. He helped Chaz out of his sweater, throwing it onto the floor.
Chaz kissed him again, only now he was rubbing Kendis’s shaft over and over, Kendis rocking against his hand. When he tried to ease his fingers beneath the waistband of Kendis’s jeans, Kendis quickly came to his aid, freeing the button and lowering the zipper. Then he gasped as Chaz reached into his jeans and stroked his bare cock.
Kendis bucked his hips, rocking harder. “Yeah,” he murmured. He pushed at his jeans, and Chaz laughed, tugging them down past his hips and freeing his dick which slapped against his belly. Then they were gone, and he was naked.
“Oh, Lord.”
Jon’s low appreciative murmur made him feel amazing. Then he forgot all about Jon when Chaz parted his legs, knelt between them, and took the head of Kendis’s cock into his mouth. Kendis arched up off the couch, groaning at the sensation, and Chaz bobbed up and down on his dick, not bothering to take it slow.
Kendis was all for that. He ached to feel Chaz’s shaft sliding into him again.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Jon undid his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, then commenced tugging on his dick.
His very thick dick, that had to be about seven inches.
“Oh my God,” Kendis exclaimed.
Chaz gave Jon a sideways glance, his mouth still full, and took a breath. “I know. I saw it earlier.” Then he went back to what had to be their best blowjob yet.
Wait—what? Kendis blinked. “You…what were you doin’ to see Jon’s dick?”
“Watching me take a shower,” Jon said a little breathlessly, his hand moving faster as he focused on Chaz’s bobbing head. “Looks like he’s good at that.”
“Lord, he is,” Kendis groaned. He glared at Chaz. “You have been keepin’ secrets from me. Jeans, off, now.”
Chaz chuckled. “I like it when you’re bossy.” He stripped off his jeans, and then pumped his cock that was already poking up to the ceiling.
“Show me,” Jon demanded. Chaz turned, and he sighed. “You both have such pretty cocks. Not that I’ve seen that many, you understand.”
Kendis stared at him. “Are you a little warm?”
Jon chuckled. “Was that a hint?” He pulled off his sweater and tossed it aside, then kicked off his jeans.
“Oh my God.” Jon looked amazing. Tattoos covered the right side of his body, from his shoulder all the way down to his ankle, ending at his sternum with a clearly defined edge. There were swirls and colors, all colliding in an explosion of art.
And then there were his arms. His chest. Fuck, he’s muscled.
Then Kendis groaned out loud when Chaz took his cock deep. “Fuck…”
Chaz pulled free and grinned. “Sounds like a plan. Get on all fours on the couch.”
Kendis had never moved so fast. He scrambled into position, his ass tilted high.
“Show me that hole,” Chaz demanded. Kendis pushed his head into the cushion, reached back and spread his cheeks. Chaz’s breath tickled as he moved in closer. “I’ve been studyin’ again,” Chaz said quietly. Before Kendis could ask studyin’ what, he got his answer when a hot, wet tongue flicked over his hole.
Oh God.
“Holy fuck,” Jon croaked.
Holy fuck just about nailed it. Chaz’s tongue on his hole was setting every nerve in his body on fire, lighting up pleasure zones like a freaking Christmas tree. Lord, how that must look…
Kendis turned his head to one side and gazed at Jon imploringly. “Tell me what you see?”
Jon was staring at Chaz. “Oh fuck, he’s… it looks like he’s burying his face in your ass.”
Kendis moaned as Chaz pushed at his pucker with his tongue, his hands pulling Kendis’s ass cheeks apart. “F-feels like it too.” Jon was suddenly too far away. “Kiss me?” he begged.
Jon was up off the couch and over to them in a heartbeat. He knelt beside the couch, and Kendis put his weight on his hands. Jon held his face gently, closed the gap between them, and kissed him, a gentle brushing of lips. Kendis made a low growling sound at the back of his throat. “Jon. Kiss me.”
Whatever dam was holding Jon’s desires in check burst, and Jon kissed Kendis, their lips locked, their tongues in a sexy duet that took his breath away. He breathed Jon in, losing himself in that glorious smell that always clung to Jon like a second skin. Chaz played with his hole, alternating between fingers and tongue, until Kendis ached for his dick.
Then Ch
az really took his breath away as he slowly pushed his cock into Kendis’s body, taking his time.
“How does it feel?” Jon looked Kendis in the eye.
“Long.” He shivered. “Thick.” He lowered his gaze to Jon’s dick that stood upright, so wide around the base that it made Kendis groan just to think about feeling it inside him. Chaz filled him to the hilt, and he shuddered. “More.” He grabbed his own shaft and pumped it, his skin tingling all over.
Jon sat back on his haunches, his fingers curled around his cock, sliding them up and down his thick length. “Wanna watch you come,” he whispered.
Just looking at Jon pushed Kendis closer to the edge. His thighs were thick with muscle, and his abs tightened and released as he worked his shaft, his chest rising and falling.
Kendis moaned as Chaz slid in and out of him, his speed increasing. “Not long now,” he gasped out.
Chaz bent over him and kissed his neck, sending multiple shivers coursing through him. “Gonna fill you up,” he ground out.
Fuck. His senses told him Chaz was gloved, but the thought of him fucking Kendis bare was enough to have him shooting all over the couch, while he trembled with every slam of Chaz’s body into his. Jon quickened his hand, and threw back his head as he came, spunk arcing into the air as he gripped his dick, grunting with every ribbon that pulsed out of him, until he was spent.
Then Chaz joined them, crying out as he stilled inside Kendis, making Kendis shudder to feel his cock throbbing inside him once again. Chaz covered Kendis with his body, kissing his shoulders, Jon kissed his mouth, and Kendis wanted to cry, his senses overloaded.
Jon put his arms around them both and clung to them. “That was…” He shook his head. “Sorry. No words.” Chaz pulled him closer and kissed him, and Kendis turned his head to watch them, loving the tenderness that was so apparent. When Chaz eased out of him, Kendis’s heart sank as he collapsed onto the couch, Chaz going with him, lying on top of him, both of them slick with sweat.
