Mike’s Point of View

“Miiiiiiiiiiiike…” Joe called in a moan, from the living-room’s couch.

“Yeah Joe….” I answered, putting down the spoon that I was using to eat my cereals on the kitchen sink… “I’ll be right there.” I made my way to my living-room where Joe had been sick for the last two days. He seemed like a big baby, but given that I’m his friend, it’s my job to take care of him, and I honestly don’t mind.

“What’s up?” I asked, as Joe stood lying on the brown leather couch, shuddering under the blue polar blanket covered up to the head.

“I-I’m k-kinda hungry” he murmured with some difficulty as I struggled to understand what he was saying under all that shaking. When Joe turned to my side I could see how pale he was; his eyes had big dark loops under it, his lips where dry and whiter than his own usually tanned skin.

“And when are you not hungry?” I asked as a wide grin crossed my face.

“When I’m chewing…” he replied jokingly, wrapping the blanket tighter around his body.

“Ok then, I’ll fix you something” I stated, turning my back heading to the kitchen once more.

“Dude?” he called weekly.

“Yeah?”

“I love you…” he mumbled in thanking, grinning lazily afterwards.

“Love ‘ya too buddy.” I replied, smiling widely to myself after. The truth was that, over the last two days, I haven’t done much more other than taking care of Joe, all the time that I had left to be or do anything with Chester was very little. I missed being with him; every time we got in to more intimate stuff my body was too tired to do it, or I would simply fall asleep while I was taking my shirt off. And knowing Chester for ten years made me realize that he was beyond furious with me due to the lack of attention or the few communication that he and I have been having lately, but Joe really needed me now and I can’t fail on a friend, I never did, and Chaz understood it. Though that didn’t stop him from being in a dreadful mood all the time, constantly bitching on Joe needing to get a girlfriend and leaving our home, even if he had only been here for two days, after our last show when Joe started to cough and feel dizy.

While I was putting the last piece of lettuce and the “extra“ mayonese on Joe’s tripple sandwich Chester finally got home from the supermarket.

“I’m home“ he announced drily while entering the kitchen sitting on the high stool in front of me.

“Hey there” I said in a large smile, as I placed a tender kiss above his eyebrow and tangled my fingers through his almost curling hair. Chester didn’t even blink. I raised an eyebrow in perplexity asking myself the reason for Chester’s emotionless reaction, of course that deep inside I knew the reasons I just wasn’t hopping that he would finally show them off. When he sighed and looked down at his own fingers playing in indifference I was brought to my senses, and I saw all the frustration that Chester had been working so hard to hide for the last few days.

“You look so freaking cute when you pout” I whispered in his ear while kissing and nibbling his lobe gently. He shifted slightly in the stool, still, without pronouncing a single word.

“Still, pouting is not gonna make me get some, so…” He replied in a sarcastic tone patting his hand on the marmoreal island counter, before getting up from the stool. I bit my lip, amused by Chaz’s childish attitude and moved forward to the living-room to give Joe his sandwich.

“There you go” I said, handing the meal to him while Chester walked through the living-room’s door, giving Joe a glaring look, before heading upstairs.

(…)

“Night Joe” I wished him, as I turned off the living-room lights and closed the door.

“Night Mikey, tell Chaz good night for me, ‘cause he didn’t told me a word since he got here…I’m assuming he’s tired…right?” Joe asked innocently. I felt horribly when I heard that, however, I couldn’t just tell him that Chester was behaving like a childish asshole because he was jealous.

“Of course it was” I lied, faking a smile “good night Joe.”

“See ya” he replied, turning around on the couch, falling in to a quiet and resting sleep.

I dragged myself to the bedroom, twirling the knob, I opened the door and entered the room silently, without wanting to wake Chester up. I glanced at the clock and it read 11:00 pm. Wow, 11:00 pm and Chester was already sleeping like a baby? That only made my guilt heavier. I stripped down my clothes and put on some dark blue pajama bottoms, nesting in bed with Chester, whose pouting and invidious feelings had been replaced by a serene and mild expression on his face.

“Hey…” I hissed, kissing Chester’s bare shoulder wrapping my arm around his waist. He didn’t reply and I couldn’t see his face, but I noticed by the little wrinkles forming in the outside corner of his eye that he was smiling.

“I’m so sorry for this…for leaving you this much alone…” I continued nuzzling against the back of his neck. After getting no answer I just assumed he had fall asleep again, gave him a kiss on the right cheek and felt right back in my pillow diving in to a heavy slumber.

Chester had always been a terrible person to sleep with. During his sleep he would groan, curse, kick, punch and whine; everything possible until he had occupied the entire bed and stole the blankets from me.

I was sleeping quietly on my side of the bed while Chester laid sprawled all over the mattress, with one arm resting in my chest and one foot over my left leg. All of a sudden, I felt him moving under the sheets, slowly spooning against me. I wide grin grew in the corners of my mouth as he gently placed his head in my chest and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“You’re a jackass, but you’re warm…” he mumbled before falling in to his sleep again. I couldn’t avoid but smile again. Chester pissed me off in the weirdest way, instead of making me mad, the whole situation had me very entertained; also, I’m not sure if in this situation I can afford “being mad”. I knew Chester was more than jealous of Joe, although he would never admit it, I could see his glares or how he ignores Joe when he gets home. I don’t think he does it on purpose; it’s just that when Chester doesn’t have all my attention he behaves childishly like a five year old, he acts irrationally and impulsively without taking in consideration that not everything is about him. It’s just Chester, I should know. But in the end, I wouldn’t be mad at him, he knew me better than I do myself, so he was more than aware that I was enjoying every second of his cute Silence Treatment game.

(…)

It was 10:00 am when I woke up. Chester wasn’t there anymore so I assumed he had already wake up and was probably taking breakfast. I sat up by the bed, scratched my forehead and ran a hand through my hair, sighing as I tried to wake, my senses still numb and my legs not wanting to move away from that warm place. In an impulse I got up from bed, still yawning as I putted on a shirt and made my way downstairs.

“Hey dude, what happened?” I asked Joe who was sitting on the couch, eyes closed, his arm resting on his forehead protecting his eyes from the sun light piercing through the window, coughing incessantly.

“I-I don’t know…I woke up like this” he managed to say between coughs as they got even more intense at each word.

“Jesus, come here” I said, as I got closer to him and placed my hand on his forehead checking for any signs of fever. Apparently the fever was gone but he was still pretty messed up, so I ordered him to stay on the couch; he cleaned his throat and I could feel the hesitance in his expression.

“Mike…” he called lowly.

“Yeah Joe?” I asked, as if a part of me already knew what he was about to say.

“I’m sorry for the whole thing…” he finally declared, facing the floor.

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” I asked with a false expression of confusion in my face, pretending I didn’t know what this was about.

“Common Mike,” he replied, as a small laugh left his mouth “I’m not that stupid, I know what’s been goin’ on for the last days I’ve been here…”

Crap. He knew. I swallowed drily before (trying) to say anything.

“Huh?”

And I failed miserably.

“Dude, Chaz won’t talk to me, he pretends not to see me, the tension between you two is unbearable, and the glares…I swear to God; if looks could burn I would be in freaking ashes a long, looong, time ago!” he said, chuckling nervously.

“Joe…common, you know how’s Chaz, he’s actin’ all babyish right now, in a few more days he won’t even remember all this.” I poorly justified not convinced about my own arguments.

“I just…I don’t wanna be the cause for you two guys being like this…really…I can always ask my mother to go over my place while I’m sick…” Joe declared, with a hint of guilt showing in his voice.

“Yeah right, and listen her naggin’ you on how you should be married before you get ugly and old and no one wants you?” I asked opening my expression in a smile.

“Common, you really think anyone would turn out this fine piece of ass?” he replied jokingly running his hands through his body. I couldn’t avoid myself from laughing loudly along with him. It was extremely easy to make Joe forget about something or to make him laugh, he wasn’t the guy who gave to much importance on stuff like this, and I was actually very thankful for it.

“So, that means you’re staying…right?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow in expectance of a positive answer.

“I guess…but…I really don’t want to cau…”

“Shut up, that matter is between me and Chaz, we’re clear?” I interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

“Okay then…” he let out in conformation, slowly covering himself back with the blanket that he had been using for the past two days. New memo for the kitchen’s fridge pad: “Give Joe a bath and find him a new blanket.”

I made my way to the kitchen in order to get some breakfast for me and Joe, slightly disappointed when I found out that Chester wasn’t there either.

“Here, eat the whole thing” I ordered, handing Joe his food has he got sit on the couch with his hair in a total mess, looking a bit like Rob’s after a show.

“You know that won’t be a problem” he joked and the both of us laughed.

“I’ll get you some medication for the cough.” I said before turning away from the living-room. Joe nodded in approval and laid back onto the couch closing his eyes. “Hey, a…did you see…”

“Yap, he’s upstairs, I think he went shower” Joe replied quickly, bringing brought a full spoon of cereals in to his mouth.

I climbed up the stairs and headed to the bathroom to get Joe his remedy, I twirled the knob to the other side until the door opened. I wide smile spreaded across my face as I found Chester in front of the mirror, spiking, twisting, and spiking some more his brown locks. He could be there the whole freaking day, but he wouldn’t leave until it was “perfect”. This was another of the things about Chester that pissed me off the most; we would always be late for meetings or interviews, just because his hair was “going through a hard day”. Not even Brad was that diva with his Jewfro when the hair moussewas over. Although I must say; seeing Chester all focused, looking at the mirror in pure concentration with his tongue sticking out was actually very cute.

“Hey…” I said in a low murmur, walking towards the cabinet, placed under the sink, were Chester was completing his endless task of getting his hair done.

“Hi” he replied emotionless, spiking the sides without taking his eyes out of the mirror.

I walked to the medicine cabinet placed under the sink were Chester was and kneeled over it in search of Joe’s coughing syrup as he moved a few steps back to give more space, patting his foot impatiently against the marmoreal floor with both arms crossed across his torso. Without a warning, I felt his hand grabbing my arm roughly, pulling me next to him, both of our chests crushing together.

“Wha-“ I gasped out as Chester pushed me in to the bathtub with him, both of us fully clothed. I found myself in a mix of perplexity and sudden arousal as Chester closed the glass door behind us without taking his lustful eyes away from mine, grinning sinfully.

My heart begun to pound faster and Chester crushed his lips onto mine, with a groan I parted my lips trying to catch some air, a chance that he seized to pierce my mouth with his tongue, which I happily accepted, returning the favor back.

I was so caught by the butterfly-kisses that he was placing in my cheeks and lips that I only noticed that he had turned the water on when the cold liquid begun to hit my body ruthlessly causing me to scream loudly. Really loudly. The “I-Scream-Like-A-Little-Girl” type of loud.

“Holly fuck!” I complained loudly, trying to move away from the water’s reach but Chester grabbed me by the collar and pushed me against the wall, this time kissing me harder.

“Shh…I said I’d have my way with you, didn’t I?” he whispered huskily against my ear, nibbling the lobe, as he went down to the neck, licking the cold running water-drops then placing open-mouth kisses in it. All the contact between our bodies was now becoming unbearable.

“Ches…” I moaned through the steam of the water now running hot as he purposely ran the back of his hand down my zipper with an evil grin spreaded across his face. I swallowed drily and shut my eyes tightly, my breath grew faster and I couldn’t say nothing but pant. He placed his hands under my shirt and I growled at the sudden lost of contact between him and my now growing, throbbing erection. Slowly, as slowly as possible, he slid one hand down my abs, nibbling on my jaw line until he got to my boxer’s waistband. I bit my lip, holding back a moan that would certainly be heard downstairs, so I held on to Chester’s hair, pulling him closer to a kiss. He smirked against my lips and placed his thumb inside the boxer’s elastic; this time I couldn’t contain the moan.

“Aaaah…just…please…” I begged breathing heavily, as he teased me some more with his finger still touching the skin under the boxers. He was enjoying all this; my supplications were making him harder, his stiff cock now sticking out of his wet jeans.

“Say it, say it Mikey, what do you want me to do?” he asked teasingly, his grin grew wider and he lovingly kissed my cheek waiting for an answer. I shut my eyes and bit my lip, praying not to reach down and touch myself.

“I…I…”

“Hum?” he mumbled, biting on the small spot of flesh between the end of the neck and the shoulder. In just one move he shoved his whole hand inside my boxers and begun rubbing, painfully slowly, the pre-cummed slit of my dick with his thumb, massaging the remaining length with the other four fingers. “What was that? You like it Mikey?” he asked once more, with a demanding tone, changing his massage to a slow pumping.

“Oh, JOE!” I yelled in a combination of pleasure and following regretting, already predicting Chester’s reaction.

“Wait, what the fuck did you just called me?” he asked, removing his hand away from my boxers, glaring me in anger and possibly, hurt.

“No. Joe. Listen.” I stopped him, placing one hand on his soaked shoulder, pointing at the bathroom door with the other. His expression softened slightly as he paid attention to the sounds coming from downstairs.

“Miiiike…” Joe called from downstairs, his voice sounding weaker than the last time.

“Sorry” was all I could think of, as the sudden feeling of guilt bashed my heart pitilessly. I pecked Chester’s wet forehead in a sluggish and tender kiss before opening the glass door, dripping water from my soaked clothes right at the floor.

“Fuck” he cursed, more to himself than to me, leaning his forehead against the tub’s glass door, hitting it in frustration with his wrist.

(…)

“Dude, did you steal your momma’s dress? I thought the badass emcee days were over!” he laughed at his own joke as I walked in to the living-room, wearing one of my old DC t-shirts.

“Hahaha, real funny Joe!” I replied in a sarcastic laugh. Joe had a point there; I no longer used those baggy t.-shirts, though that was my only option…unless I wanted Joe to see the huge boner bursting out of my pants due to the previous encounter that I and Chester had no more than three minutes ago. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sudden sequence of coughs coming from Joe.

“Hey man, dude, whoa, what the hell?” I begun, desperate at the unceasing series of coughs coming even more intense then the last ones, as Joe struggled to breathe between them.

“I – cough – don’t know – cough – I spoke a little louder and…” he couldn’t finish his sentence when a new set of coughs erupted from his mouth; he swallowed drily and I imagined how painful that should be, specially coughing like that, when you feel like there’s sandpaper scratching your throat mercilessly up and down.

“Jesus, you’re burning Joe” I realized worryingly as I got to the couch and sat by his side, under one of my legs, leading my left hand to his forehead to confirm that he was, in fact, very hot.

“Go take a cold shower and then come back straight to the couch, I’ll fix you something while I’m preparing mine and Chester’s dinner…I assume you won’t eat meat loaf, right?” I asked and Joe gagged in his place at the thought of meat while as coughs begun to burst out of his mouth.

Once Joe was upstairs showering I went to the kitchen to start making dinner. The whole house seemed quiet and unhabited only until I find Chester chopping off vegetables, springing them all over the meat loaf, ready to go to the oven. I smiled at the sight of Chester: rolled up sleeves from his green shirt, knife in one hand cutting precise and quickly, he was so sucked in by it that he barely noticed my presence, only when I stumbled in the carpet he withdrew his eyes from the vegetables and stared at me, holding back a smile. Damn, he was STILL playing hard on me, and he was not going to win this game, so I took my iPod out of my pocket and set it on the Nine Inch Nails playlist. I grinned to myself and joined him without mentioning a word, beginning to chop off the lettuce for the salad, while Chester took the meat loaf in to the stove.

When dinner was almost ready I begun by setting the table. I headed to the cupboard and opened the glass door, taking away two square dishes from it, what I didn’t notice was a small ceramic mug that was placed above those dishes, but it was already too late, I only knew about their existence when they felt heavily right on my right cheek.

“AU, crap!” I yawned more to myself at the sudden hit, rubbing my cheek, taking off my earphones.

“Are you ok?” Chester asked, suspending the knife on his left hand, concerned but without showing it too much, I nodded and he returned to his chopping as I closed the cabinet and noticing that the blow wasn’t that painful after all; maybe I would get a bruise, but for now it didn’t even twinge.

I’ve never had such a silent dinner like this one. The only noises you would hear were the ones coming from the living-room where Joe was watching Family Guy and occasionally the juice glasses being rested on the table after a sip. I stared at Chester for a few seconds while he was chewing, not taking his eyes out of the plate, and asked myself repeatedly how could he be so stubborn? Damn, he was giving me this annoying silence treatment for the last days, not saying a word, avoiding looking at me in the eyes as much as possible, pretending like he didn’t care….but I knew that deep down that big, fat, phony shell of his, he did.

(…)

“Night Joe” I said, shutting the kitchen lights off.

“Night Mike!” Joe wished back, this time with his voice sounding healthier without coughing as much as in the afternoon.

I looked at my wristwatch and it was still 9:00 pm. As I made my way to the bedroom I heard the water noises coming from the bathroom, letting me know that Chester was taking his bath. I entered our bedroom and sat on the bed, meanwhile, Chester entered the room too, with his hair still wet and nothing but his pajama bottoms.

“Just great…” I sighed under my exhausted breathing when I stared at my index finger and saw (constatei) that my cheek was bleeding. Apparently the small blow from earlier had evolved to a cut.

“Come here” Chester called, sitting on the bed right in front of me holding a box of compresses and a bottle of oxygenated-water. With his right hand he grabbed my face kindly and with a piece of wet compress he begun rubbing my wound.

“Hey, that hurts, stop!” I yelled when he begun to scrub harder on my open cut, like you do when you try to take the olive oil out of your shirt.

“Baby.” he called, grabbing my face once more, pulling it closer to him.

“What did you just called me?” I asked holding back a smile, happy because we were luckily, beginning a conversation.

“A baby, that’s what you are.” he replied back seriously, still not taking his eyes out of my cheek often gazing me in the eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I didn’t break my wrist when jumping from an amplifier, or hit myself in the lip with a tennis racket, maybe it’s because of that that I’m not as tolerant when it comes to hurt myself.” I teased looking for some reply from Chester.

“Well, at least I took it like a man.” he replied inexpressively, biting his lips from the inside to avoid a laugh.

“Do you wanna rip off my cheek?”

He gazed at me in a heartbeat and pressed his lips gently under my injure. “No” he answered almost in a growl, returning to cleaning my cheek. Without giving it too much though, I grabbed his wrist and he gazed me in surprise; unwilling to let me go, Chester placed his cold hands on my hips and pulled me on to his top, as I leaned over to kiss him his hands grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it out, breaking our kiss for no more than three seconds. He and I both switched stares before he placed his right hand in the end of my back and laid me gently on the bed, pecking my lips with small, tender kisses.

“Chester…” I panted as my breath grew faster and he begun biting on my ear, sucking its lobe, my weak spot as he knew, I moaned once again at his warm tongue and his gentle nibbling what caused him to grin at the sweet torture that he was about to make me go through. With both hands placed by the sides of my head, on top of my he begun kissing my neck, slowly making his way down to my chest, sucking on my nipple and then blowing some cold air on it what made me shiver and moan even more, I grabbed his arms and pulled him against me, making our lips meet and our tongues fight over a place inside the other one’s mouth. Gently he turned me around, kissing the back of my neck, intentionally rubbing his growing erection against my ass, I gasped at the sudden touch and thrusted my hips on to his cock, making him let out a few gasps. Without much trouble he lowered my pants, making me shiver at the sudden cold as my legs and my ass laid vulnerably exposed, still, my heart pounded faster, and I felt my aching dick painfully pressed against the mattress.

“Ches-Chester…” I begged in a low murmur, biting my lip as the pressure in my cock became even more excruciating. Once again, he bit the nerve part of my ear and ran his tongue over it, placing his two hands under the boxers’ waistband and taking them of in just one pull. From the drawer, he took a small bottle with and squeezed it, soaking two of his fingers with the gluey substance. With one hand grabbing my shoulder he shoved one finger up my entrance, making me scream at the pleasurable surprise.

“Oh dear God!! Mmph…I-I….”

“Shh…don’t’ say anything…” Chester silenced me, leaning closer to my ear; his low and hoarse tone of voice only made my cock twitch even more, I closed my eyes tightly, enjoying Chester’s fiddling, has he pumped in and out his finger with fast, yet not very deep, thrusts; making me implore for more.

“Stop…stop teasing Chaz…” I whimpered through my panting voice, as Chester took his finger to insert two more, plunging them deep down me, as I struggled to get out of his grip so that I could push myself harder against his fingers, but the tiredness was way too big to fight against it, but well, this wasn’t the kind of thing that you would fight against, anyway. Not able to restrain myself, I reached Chester’s arm and pulled him once more causing him to fall on top of me.

“Not like this…” he hissed against my ear replying to my silent supplications. He turned me over again, our chests facing each other and our hearts beating in unanimity.

“Take them off” he purred, more in a order than in a request and my hands immediately flew to Chester’s belt and zipper, undoing them, pulling jeans and underwear down together, exposing his stiff dick just a few little inches away from my face.

He gently stroked my inner thigh and kissed my forehead, placing one of my legs above his shoulder, continuing to stroke the other one as he shoved his entire length down my ass making cry at the sudden thrust in hurt and discomfort.

“Ahh!!…Ches…Chaz…oh, holy fu…” I panted, shutting my eyes tightly, squeezing the pillow near me.

“Shh…don’t talk…just…breath…” he sighed, panting was well, tightening his grip on to my hips, slowly coming out, letting out a few low moans himself. Chester gripped my wrists, and pinned them above my head, plunging himself inside me once more, this time softer, while I bit my lip and tried to control my wheezing breathing.

“Mmm…my…Mike, aaaa….” He whimpered lowly, with his eyes shut, his mouth opening in a wide smile, and his rhythm getting faster, while a sweat drop slided down his forehead, blending with his thin eyebrow hairs. He placed himself in a different angle, lifting one of my legs that was on his shoulder driving his whole, throbbing, thick length inside me, hitting me right on my pleasure spot as I let out a guttural moan, releasing myself from Chester’s grip, holding on to his shoulders, rocking my hips back and forward against is dripping length, begging for Chester to do it again. He grinned broadly and shoved himself inside of me again, hitting my prostate right on, over and over, faster and harder, as I continued to yell from pleasure at each of his thrusts. We locked lips for a brief moment, and he gazed at my hand, that laid aside the pillow, often closing in a fist, or grabbing to the sheets, Chester reached it and grabbed my hand with his own, wrapping his cold, thin, creamy fingers with mine, continuing to plunge harder inside me. He opened his eyes, and frowned in an effort of hitting my stop harder, as I felt myself reaching my peak, screaming out his name.

“CHESTER!!!! OH GOD, CHESTER, Oooh, Haaaah, mmm, aaaaah” I cried my eyes out, as I felt Chester’s hot ejaculation filling my insides, letting me know that he had gotten to his climax as well, biting his lips when my walls tightened around his cock from the orgasm. He moaned for one last time, removing his now relaxed member inside me. He fell on to the bed, panting heavily, showing off a tired, lazy smile, while I pulled him closer to me, laying his head over my chest, his cheeks looking flushed and his eyes shut with exhaustion, still grinning from satisfaction.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” I asked, smiling widely, running my shaky fingers through his brown locks, feeling his warm breath hitting my chest.

“You can say that” he announced with a serene, breathless voice, nuzzling against my neck, kissing it gently, before both of us would fall asleep, sinking in to a peace, restful sleep.

(…)

I swabbed my right eye with one hand and opened it slowly, adjusting to the light in the bedroom.

“Mmmph…” I groaned in displeasure when I saw it was 11:00 am and realized that Chester had opened the blinds on purpose, so that I wouldn’t sleep until later. I licked my dry lips, and scratched my forehead, hearing nothing but the end-table’s clock ticking, and my stomach grumping in hunger. I got up, slid a pair of training pants up my legs and walked down the stairs to get some breakfast.

“Are you sure you wanna bet 50? That’s a lot for a guy that’s about to lose” a voice, that I immediately recognized as Chester’s, asked in a challenging tone. I cocked an eyebrow and got closer to the living room, asking myself if Chaz invited anyone over.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see who’s gonna cry over lost money once the game is over” another voice replayed followed by a few laughs, Joe; whose voice was looking cheerful and healthy, nothing like yesterday.

I frowned even more, getting closer to the living-room’s door and peeking over it, finding Chester and Joe chatting animatedly about football, exchanging opinions and teasing each other, as if suddenly, nothing had ever happened, like if the last days were a product of my imagination. Well that is how Chester rolls.

“Ha-ha, now, lemme check, do you have any fever?” Chester asked, leaning himself against Joe, and placing one of his hands over our deejay’s forehead to check for any signs of temperature. “Nope, you look fine, now, scootch over.” Chester said, sitting by Joe’s side, placing is two feet over the coffee table, picking up some tacos from it, handing one over to Joe. He leaned against the couch and fixed himself, giving a bite on his taco.

“Hi dude” Joe saluted, with his mouth full of taco, without removing his eyes from the television.

“Wanna join us?” Chester asked, while chewing, opening his expression in enthusiasm and a light grin.

~~END ~~

Author’s note: This was my first sex scene, so I’m not surprised if it sucked, because I believe it did, so, any thoughts about it? I really could use some constructive criticism!

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