"Don't think I'm gonna fucking last that long," Frank says. Bob's response is to bite his earlobe, not hard enough to damage, but hard enough to make Frank feel it, make him shiver, a long jerk with no rhythm.
"We have plenty of time, though," Ray says. "I bet Gee would help you get it up again. Right, Gee?"
"Fuck, yeah," Gee says, and his voice is still lazy and dreamlike, but there's a spark of eagerness under there, too. "We can do this all fucking night, dude, it'll be ... it'll be like an orgy, dude. We'll have a fucking bacchanalia. But just the sex part, not the drinking part. I can't drink. But it'll be fucking awesome, I swear."
"Stop talking, Gee," Ray says fondly. "You're missing the show."
"What? Oh," Gee says, and there's a sudden silence.
Frank's forehead is pressed hard against Bob's shoulder, which is warm and slick with sweat and smells good, smells like Bob. Fucking Bob, who has his hands on Frank's ass, supporting most of his weight, pulling him up and in until they're pressed so tight against each other that Frank can't breathe.
"You're going to lose it as soon as I get my hand on your cock, aren't you?" Bob says.
"Stop teasing--"
"It's not teasing," Bob says, in a fake-innocent voice that Frank recognizes, because Frank has used that voice millions of times, way more than Bob has, "this is genuine curiosity."
Re: Ahem.
"We have plenty of time, though," Ray says. "I bet Gee would help you get it up again. Right, Gee?"
"Fuck, yeah," Gee says, and his voice is still lazy and dreamlike, but there's a spark of eagerness under there, too. "We can do this all fucking night, dude, it'll be ... it'll be like an orgy, dude. We'll have a fucking bacchanalia. But just the sex part, not the drinking part. I can't drink. But it'll be fucking awesome, I swear."
"Stop talking, Gee," Ray says fondly. "You're missing the show."
"What? Oh," Gee says, and there's a sudden silence.
Frank's forehead is pressed hard against Bob's shoulder, which is warm and slick with sweat and smells good, smells like Bob. Fucking Bob, who has his hands on Frank's ass, supporting most of his weight, pulling him up and in until they're pressed so tight against each other that Frank can't breathe.
"You're going to lose it as soon as I get my hand on your cock, aren't you?" Bob says.
"Stop teasing--"
"It's not teasing," Bob says, in a fake-innocent voice that Frank recognizes, because Frank has used that voice millions of times, way more than Bob has, "this is genuine curiosity."