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“Right.” Dev looks away, but his palm covers his hard-on with a squeeze. Without thinking, I do the same to mine, and his eyes track the movement before lifting to my face.

We end up staring at each other as we slowly palm our dicks. I can already feel a spot of precum dampening my boxer briefs. Christ, what the fuck, man? What am I doing?

Dev must see the confusion on my face. “You like watching,” he says quietly, resting his head against the cushions with a swallow. “And you like being watched. No big deal.”

“Fuck off,” I mutter, even as my attention falls to where he's slowly unbuttoning his jeans. My heart rate kicks up a notch, then speeds to a gallop when Owen reaches over to help Devon pull down his zipper.

“Might as well get comfy,” Owen says with a shrug. Logan curses under his breath before diving in to nibble on his boyfriend's throat.

“Yeah? Is that what we should do, hot shot?” Devon's hand slowly slides beneath his waistband. “Want to get comfy with me?”

My cock throbs at the sound of that, the prospect of getting myself off while I… watch him get himself off. And technically, my roommates, too? God, this is weird. I mean, I used to share with Taylor all the time, but we never… jerked off together. Even if I did listen to him do it on the other side of my bedroom wall.

But, fuck, this is Devon and Logan. My nerdy, polyamorous roommate and the asshole who stole my girlfriend. We were literally punching each other last night. God, I'm so fucking horny that I can't even think straight.

Logan comes up for air long enough to tug down Owen's pajama pants, and the minute I see his boyfriend's leaking dick, I can't take it anymore. Eager hands fumble at my jeans until my cock springs free.

Dev growls in approval as he does the same. “There we go, that's what I needed to see.”

His fucking monster cock slaps against his stomach, flushed and shiny. The barbell just below the head winks at me, I swear, and I grip myself hard.

“You're pierced?” Owen gasps, wide-eyed as he stares at Devon's dick. Logan does, too, and it pulses beneath the attention. An odd sinking feeling starts to churn in my stomach.

“Yeah, it's called a frenum piercing. Pretty sensitive.” As if to prove it, Dev thumbs the barbell, moving it left and right with a deep groan.

I jerk myself slowly while I watch, wanting to play with it myself. See what it feels like, if he could come just from fiddling with the thing. Is that even possible? Bet it is. Bet he'd come so hard from it.

“Fuck,” I mumble, rolling my palm over my slick tip with each stroke. Devon's gaze darkens, and he starts to jerk himself with the same rhythm. Our elbows bump together, my left arm and his right almost working in sync. It feels so fucking good that I nearly shut my eyes, but I don't. They stay glued to his thick and veiny cock. Bet it feels so fuckin’ soft…

“Shit.” Halting my strokes, I reach down to squeeze my balls to keep myself from blowing early. Dev snickers at that, causing me to glare, which only makes him laugh harder. My lips twitch and try as I might to hold it in, a laugh bursts out of me, too.

But the smile drops from my face when Owen's hand lands on Devon's thigh. “You know,” he says slowly, writhing on his boyfriend's lap, “I've never sucked a pierced cock before.”

“Jesus,” Logan lets out a shuddering breath, his own dick peeking out between Owen's legs.

Dev lifts a brow. “Oh?”

“Yeah. I'd like to try it.” Owen licks his lips, all innocent, but I catch his smirk before he hides it. Conniving little shit.

Devon looks from him to Logan, who just swallows with a nod. Then he turns those whiskey eyes my way in question, almost like he's… asking for permission or some shit. Hope shines on his features. A wave of irritation takes me by surprise.

“I don't care what you do,” I snap, not really sure why I'm suddenly pissed. Maybe because I'm hungry. Probably. And horny.

Whatever light had been in Devon's eyes immediately winks out, confusing the fuck out of me when his expression falls flat. “Come here,” he murmurs, widening his thighs.

Owen scrambles off Logan’s lap, cute little dick still hard as hell. When he settles on his knees between Devon's legs, a fire ignites in my gut—but not the good kind. Something ugly burns inside my chest.

Dev grips his cock in one hand and Owen’s hair with the other, guiding the other man's open mouth over his tip. The moment Owen’s lips wrap around Devon’s shaft, an itch crawls under my skin so visceral that I jump from my seat to shake it off.

“Going back to bed,” I snap, storming toward my room with my junk still out. It's slowly deflating anyway, barely half a chub, but what the fuck ever. Those three can do whatever they want from now on and I'll just do my own thing. Alone, again.

Fucking Logan, man. A wife and a boyfriend aren’t enough? He has to steal my… uh, Devon.

I pause after shutting my door, brain lagging ten steps behind.

Well, shit, I don't know what Devon is to me exactly, but did Logan really need him, too? Greedy asshole. Save some for the rest of us, fucker. Christ.

Crossing over to my stereo beneath the window, I intend on blasting the loudest music known to man to drown out their fuck fest, but someone knocks before I can get it started.