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“Yeah,” Toby said. “Kissing can be fucking hot.”
“It sure can,” Mason said. “The way those guys are touching. The obvious anticipation. I mean I like to see dirty fucking as much as the next guy, but something about that…”
Gray nodded. “Yeah. I agree.”
Jack looked like he couldn’t believe Gray had said that.
“What?” Gray said. “I like kissing.”
Jack smiled. “You’re fucking good at it too.”
Heat filled Gray’s face. Apparently Jack could embarrass him even when he was drunk.
Matt looked at Toby as if he’d like to indulge in some of that porn-quality kissing right then.
“You ready to go?” Toby asked.
“Uh-oh, I think someone’s going to get fucked,” Jack said.
“He’s not the only one,” Gray added, looking right at Mason.
“I think my break’s over.” Mason slid from the booth, but Gray grabbed his arm before he could get away.
“I’m looking forward to quitting time,” Gray said, needing only a look to make sure Mason knew exactly why.
When Mason finished work at two, neither Gray nor Jack was in any shape to drive. They left Jack’s car where it was since it was parked in the lot by the bar. Mason put his bike in the back of Gray’s SUV, and with a lot of bitching about big trucks and how men just bought them to compensate for other lacks—which he obviously knew to be untrue since he’d had Gray’s fat cock up his ass too many times to count—he maneuvered Gray’s car out of the tight parking spot.
Jack was sloppy drunk, and he giggled and pawed at both of them on the way home. As soon as they got in the door, he tried to pull Mason to him for a kiss, then lost his balance, fell against the door, and had to grab Mason’s coat to steady himself. “I want your mouth on me,” he said in a stage whisper, obviously wanting Gray to hear.
“Get naked, then get on the bed,” Gray ordered.
Jack pushed away from the wall. It took him a few tries, but finally he pulled off his shirt and flung it away from him, dissolving in a fit of giggles when it landed on a lamp.
Mason looked at Gray, who was fighting a laugh of his own. “Get your damn pants off,” Gray said, barely able to keep his voice stern.
“What about you?” Jack asked. “Why are you dressed?”
Gray should reprimand him for his sass, but the whiskey flowing through his veins made it easy not to care. He started working on his shirt, but the fucking buttons wouldn’t cooperate. How the hell was he supposed to get his shirt off when they wouldn’t go through their damn holes?
“Need help?” Mason asked.
Gray pushed Mason’s hand away. He could do this himself. Maybe he’d just rip the buttons right off.
Mason took hold of his shirt again. “Let me get this off you. I want you both naked and all over me.”
Gray smiled. “Yeah, I want that too.” He relaxed and let Mason strip him.
“Mmm,” Mason said. “I like you like this. Pliant. Easy.”
The fuck he was. Gray growled and cupped the back of his head, holding him still while he flicked his tongue across the roof of his mouth, making Mason squirm.
When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting, and Jack was watching them, eyes wide, hand working his cock.
“Come on.” Mason took both their hands. “I want to do this in bed.”
The three of them fell onto the mattress in a heap. Jack turned on his back and rested against the pillows. Mason settled between his legs and took Jack’s cock into his mouth. He didn’t go slow, didn’t tease. He just swallowed it down, and Gray fucking loved the sound his actions pulled from Jack.
“Suck him hard. I want to hear him whimper. I want him begging you.” Gray had gone from loose and relaxed—at least for him—to wired and so fucking horny. He couldn’t get the image of Mason blushing during the fisting conversation out of his head.
