Page 3 of The Deal


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Ash grinned like a Cheshire cat spotting its next meal. "Nixy boy, did you get dirty?" he let out a low mutter, but everyone in the group heard.

Nix adjusted himself, moving from his reclined position to being on the edge of his seat.

"Clean it up," Nix repeated. It wasn’t a command that many would ignore. Nix's eye-catching throat tattoo of tropical flowers flexed as he swallowed. "Ash, you fucking-”

"Oh Nix, can everyone see your dirty clothes?" Ash continued, facing Nix now.

"Er, we'll go-" Colt cleared his throat.

"Stay where you are!" Ash hissed through gritted teeth under his breath. Everyone froze.

"Nix, how embarrassing, are you messy?" Ash continued, his voice dropping an octave. "Everyone can see what a fucking mess you are."

Nix's face was turning a deep shade of red. But it wasn't just embarrassment. Carmelo glanced at Ash. He had to hand it to him, Ash knew exactly what to do to get Nix melting at his feet. Nix clearly had a humiliation kink going on.

Ash took one step toward Nix. Nix looked up at him. Ash held him pinned down with his leaden stare.

"Clean me up," Nix finally said, softer now. Like how he'd speak to a lover. A whisper. A plea.

"Nixy, what did you say?" Ash said, bringing his head in alignment with Nix, dropping to his knees in front of him. Nix didn't hesitate to respond.

“Ash baby, fucking clean me, please?” Nix shamelessly begged now.

And Ash didn't need telling twice. He crawled forward on his knees, bent his face down, and coming between Nix’s knees, without hesitation, licked up some of the trail of ice cream from Nix's pectoral.

Ash looked up at Nix, put his tongue back in his mouth to clean his palette, then put his tongue back on Nix's tight white T-shirt, licking the ice cream trail on his ribs. Then again moving lower. Until he was at Nix's groin. They both looked at each other. Really stared.

Just seeing each other, no one else and nothing else mattered. Then Nix reclined back, spreading one leg out in front of him, cocking the other back. He put both hands on his face and sighed, tilting his head back to the heavens. It could have looked like he was praying. Instead, Ash nuzzled down into the tent in his jeans.

"Fuck, alright, Ash," Nix conceded. “You win, okay, I want you. I still want you. I can’t go on not having you-”

It was obviously the breaking of the dam that Ash had been waiting for. Ash made a sound of desire in his throat and opened his mouth wide, biting the head of Nix's hard cock through the jeans.

Carmelo felt that.

"Only I want to share. Ash, I want to share a woman with you, it's not that you aren’t enough, you are, I just physically need a pussy-" Nix was slurring now.

"Fine… fine. I get it, we’ll come to an arrangement, we’ll make a deal…" Ash garbled around Nix's denim clad, hard cock.

Carmelo cleared his throat.

Colt spun around.

“Sergeant.” Colt nodded his head and pulled him in for a chest bump hug, about to part ways.

Carmelo took his hand and bumped his shoulder to greet him, but then pulled away, the agitation within him getting the better of him. “Colt, we’ve got a situation-”

“Yeah, damn right we do, great celebration, eh?”

“Yeah, really great, but-”

“Did you like the ceremony? We lugged all those flowers down there earlier today-”

“It looked really special. Colt-”

Rafe sauntered in from nowhere just then, slapping Carmelo on the back.

“Pig, I barely recognized you without your fucking pretty boy uniform.” Rafe swaggered into their group after getting himself an ice cream, leaned in and flicked the collar of Carmelo’s white shirt.

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