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Was it a test? Maybe. Perhaps Screw needed to know Gumby was willing to touch him, pleasure him, be as lost in the wanting as he was. Because if Gumby couldn’t even fist their cocks, then it was over before it started. Gumby could pretend to the rest of the world that he didn’t like dick, but he sure as fuck would admit it to Screw.
Within seconds, Screw was so desperate for release, he found himself grinding down on Gumby’s length to increase the friction. When the other man broke the kiss to let out a tortured groan, Screw said, “Wrap your hand around us. Jack us, Gumby, before I fucking die.”
“Christ, Luke…”
His name at that moment nearly brought the entire scene to an explosive and premature finish. Holy shit, who would have known hearing his given name could be such a fucking turn-on?
Gumby brought his hand to his mouth and spit before bringing it down between their bodies. Why that act was so hot, Screw might never know. Maybe because it was so raw, primal, carnal. A product of their impatience and unwillingness to run inside and grab the packet of lube Screw had in his jacket pocket.
Gumby’s wet hand curled around them. Both cocks fit perfectly in the cradle made by those long fingers. He wasted no time giving a firm tug to their aligned cocks.
Screw’s head fell back on his shoulders. “Jesus,” he whispered.
“You approve?” Gumby asked, humor in his ragged voice.
“Fuck yes. Give me more. Work us, Gumby.” He bracketed Gumby with his hands holding the top of the bench on either side of his head.
With a little rumble in his chest, Gumby started to stroke them in earnest. As his fist coasted up and down their cocks, Screw kissed him, fighting to keep his eyes from crossing at the power of the pleasure.
They alternated between wild, unrestrained kisses and breaks filled with groans and curses. Gumby’s strokes sped up, calluses rasping over their tender skin in a way that had Screw thrusting into the man’s hand as he sought even more contact.
“Goddamnit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Gumby said as he began to ease up on the pressure.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” Screw warned. “I’m right there with you.” He closed his hand over Gumby’s, increasing the pressure to near strangling as he rocked back and forth in their grip.
They strained against each other, hands flying over their cocks as they humped into their joined fists.
“Now, now, now,” Screw yelled. “Fucking give it to me.”
The muscles in Gumby’s neck corded as his head fell back on his shoulders. He let out a horse shout then warm liquid spilled over their hands. The sensation was all Screw needed to propel him into an orgasm so powerful his vision blurred. “Fuck!” he yelled, coating their fingers with even more cum.
It took a few moments for the tremors to cease, but when they did, Screw once again became aware of the cold. Might have had something to do with the cooling cum all over them.
“Shit, Luke,” Gumby said as he ran his clean hand through his hair. “That was…”
“Yeah.” He paused as they took a second to stare at each other then said, “I like it when you call me that.”
The almost shy smile Gumby gave him had him chuckling.
“You gonna blush, biker?”
“Nah. Don’t think it’s possible after that.” Gumby grabbed the blanket he’d been enveloped in. The one that slid from his shoulders the moment Screw climbed in his lap. With a serious expression, he used the covering to clean both their sticky hands. “We probably need to talk about all this with Jazz.”
Blowing out a breath, Screw nodded. “Yeah. You know if she’s working tomorrow?”
With his own nod, Gumby said, “She is. All day. Maybe tomorrow night we can meet here. Grab a pizza, have some beer, and just chill.”
Fuck that sounded domestic. But it also sounded…nice. A night to just hang with the two people who turned him on the most and whose company he actually enjoyed. There were worse ways to pass an evening.
“Sur—aw, fuck, I can’t tomorrow. I’ve got a…thing I gotta take care of.”
“Club shit?”
Screw turned his head, gazing at Jeremy’s dark house. The guy was bound to pop over with questions after the way they gave him the supreme brush off earlier. “Something like that.”
He must have done a shitty job of keeping the guilt out of his voice because Gumby said, “What the fuck’s going on, Luke?”
Damn him for using Screw’s true name. Made it seem more than a hookup. His own damn fault for giving the name to Gumby in a weak and sex-crazed moment.
“This have anything to do with what Copper was ranting at you about the other day?”
Fuck. Sharing club business wasn’t allowed, Gumby would know that, but since he already planned to break the rules…
