“Jesus Christ.” Screw gripped the countertop behind him. God, he wanted that. Wanted it with a force that nearly had him shoving the man to his knees. But rationality somehow prevailed. “Gumby…”

A finger landed across his lips. “Don’t tell me I don’t have to. I know that. I may be a little rough around the edges since you’re my first, but I fucking want it, Luke.” Gumby’s dark eyes practically smoldered as he ground his erection against Screw’s.

Gumby was a big boy. If he said he wanted to suck Screw, who was he to deny the man?

“Yeah,” Screw said, rolling his hips against that tempting erection. “You do want it, don’t you? Want a mouth full of my big cock.”

When Gumby growled and practically ripped Screw’s sweatpants down, he knew there was a fucking God. No other explanation for this prayer being answered.

As Gumby slowly sank to his knees, letting his hands stroke down Screw’s thighs, he took the sweats with him. Screw peeled his T-shirt over his head. The only thing he wanted to feel on his skin was Gumby. Not the fabric of his clothes. Hell, not even the air in the room.

Just Gumby.

His dick stretched toward the man on his knees as though it knew what was coming and couldn’t fucking wait another second. A flash of hesitation crossed Gumby’s face and as much as Screw would give in that moment to have the man’s lips surround him, he wouldn’t sacrifice Gumby’s psyche. Now that he knew what made the man tick, what shaped his view of himself and the world, he wanted to protect not only Gumby’s body, but his heart and mind.

God, what a head fuck.

“Will…”

“Shut the fuck up, Screwball. I’m blowing you whether you want it or not.”

Screw laughed. “Pretty sure the house could burn down around us and I’d still want it. Just don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Their gazes met and he saw the gratitude in Gumby’s right before the man opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Screw’s cock into his mouth.

“Jesus, fuck,” Screw said as heat and suction made his head fall back on his shoulders.

With a curiosity he wouldn’t have expected, Gumby played with his dick, learning how to pleasure him with licks, sucks, and even the occasional hum.

For his part, Screw let Gumby know exactly what he liked. Not that it was a chore. He whimpered every time the man licked right under the head of his dick, a particular favorite of his. After a few moments, Gumby grew bolder, taking Screw deeper and deeper into his mouth. When he finally hit the back of Gumby’s throat, the man gagged, making Screw yank back.

“I’m good,” Gumby said with a smile. “Gotta figure this shit out.”

Screw snickered but it was as strained as the rest of his muscles from holding back. Gumby dove down his dick again, this time relaxing his throat and managing to avoid triggering his gag reflex. Then he did it again. And again.

“Fuck, baby,” Screw said. “God, you’re getting it. You’re sucking me like a fucking master now.”

“Mmm.”

His hands fell to Gumby’s head, gripping the short strands. “Tell me if it’s too much. I just need… Oh, fuck.”

The suction increased with a sharp spike as though the prick of pain in Gumby’s scalp did it for him.

Screw’s balls were full and ached with the need to unload down this man’s throat. As though he sensed Screw’s thoughts, Gumby cupped his sac giving it a light tug.

“Fuuuck me,” Screw said on a groan as his orgasm drew closer.

Just as his eyelids fell closed and he completely lost himself to the pleasure, a soft gasp had both men freezing.

Screw’s eyes popped open and his jaw hinged wide. Slack-jawed in the entrance to his bathroom stood Jazz, looking cute as fuck in black leggings and a V-neck sweater. Might not seem like much, but that small show of skin was more than she’d bared since he’d known her. A few thin scars were plainly visible where the sweater dipped, and pride swelled in Screw. She was so strong.

“Jazzy,” he said, making Gumby pop off his dick with an indrawn breath. He rocked back on his knees, turning to stare at her.

The three of them stayed that way for a moment, staring without words. Then Screw began to notice a few things, like the flush to Jazz’s face. And the way her chest rose and fell. The twin points of her nipples poking through the fabric of her sweater.

She wasn’t shocked by what she witnessed; she was turned the fuck on.

“Jazzy,” he said again and this time the sound of her name seemed to snap her from the trance.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “God, don’t stop. It’s hot, so freakin’ hot, but it’s also beautiful.” Her gaze shifted to Gumby whose tense body seemed ready to bolt at any second. “You two are so gorgeous together.” Then she chuckled. “Maybe that’s not what you want to hear, but God, it’s incredible.”

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