“What the fuck are you doing?” they both asked as I really started rubbing.
“What?” I asked, looking at both of them but not stopping. “I’m horny.”
“Sebastian, lean your seat back up and think of your grandma in church or something. You are not about to rub one out in my fucking car that, once again, I just had fucking cleaned!”
“Not to mention the complete stranger in the back that really doesn’t want to see you cream your pants, dude,” Kenna said.
I sighed and pushed my seat back up. It made my jeans press painfully against my swollen dick and balls. I held them and tried to adjust everything so that I wouldn’t have to sit in pain, and out of nowhere, Tristan swung and slapped me across my face.
“The fuck!” I said, slapping him back.
“I said stop!”
“I did stop!” I shouted. “I was adjusting!”
“God, do you guys ever shut the fuck up?” Kenna complained. “How does Scarlet deal with the constant bickering? You two fight like you’re an old married couple. I can’t imagine what you’re like with Man Bun in the fucking mix.”
I scoffed and adjusted myself one last time, then held up my hands in surrender when Tristan gave me another warning look.
“Let’s just get back, yeah?” Tristan asked.
“That’s what I’ve been saying,” I mumbled to myself as I looked out the window. I heard him sigh, but otherwise, he didn’t engage.
“Fucking men,” Kenna sighed.