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Tilting his head, he tried to deepen the kiss, dragging Scotland harder against him. He didn’t want Scotland to get any ideas and pull away.
“It’s starting,” said Maddy, his voice coming from somewhere to Clint’s side. “You’re gonna miss it.”
Clint drew back, licking his lips as he pressed his forehead to Scotland’s. They were both panting, his lips throbbing from the force of the kiss. “That’s what the pause button is for.”
He dragged Scotland back to him, who put up zero resistance, slipping his tongue into Clint’s mouth and stripping Clint’s Dominance from him in a heartbeat. Scotland’s grip on his hair turned fierce as he dragged Clint onto the couch to follow him as he leaned back.
Clint scrambled, landing on Scotland’s lap and immediately grinding down to bring their groins together. The touch was like a shock of both heat and electricity, his balls aching and full already. Considering he hadn’t emptied them after so much prolonged edging, he wasn’t surprised.
Scotland jerked Clint’s head back, clicking his tongue. “I don’t want your idols to see how much of a slut you are, Clint. And Maddy made all this wonderful food.”
Clint blinked his eyes open, looking slowly to the side. Every eye was on them, the show paused with a shot of Rowes screaming, his mouth open in horror.
“I don’t mind,” said Maddy, leaning his chin on one hand. “I’ve only been with two guys, so it would be interesting to see how other couples do it.” He winced as Derreck flicked his ear from his position seated next to Maddy. “What?”
First off, how was Maddy not a virgin when he met Derreck? Secondly… “I’m your boss.”
He spotted Rowes’ flushed cheeks before he quickly looked away and leaned his cheek against Izzy’s knees.
“Sorry,” said Rowes, muffling his voice behind his hand. “I didn’t mean to stare.” Izzy didn’t seem to have any qualms.
“Sorry.” Clint scratched the back of his head, hissing as he shifted in Scotland’s lap. That almighty treasure of a cock was right against his, teasing him, even as he tried to stay still. “I’ll watch—I swear. I just got distracted.”
As soon as he tried to turn, Scotland grabbed his hip, stilling his movements. “Where’s the fun in that?” The grin on his lips was malicious. “You guys are all fans, but I’ve never heard of this show. Give me something else to watch.”
What? Clint looked to his pocket where his phone lay. There was nothing on there unless Scotland wanted to play shitty games on a flip phone.
“Take your shirt off, Clint,” said Scotland, releasing Clint’s hip before patting it. “I need to check that spot I tattooed yesterday anyway.”
Clint swallowed, choking when he wasn’t able to get it all the way down. My shirt? Sure, more than a dozen people had seen him without a shirt on at Unkinked, Maddy and Derreck included. But Rowes and Izzy were another story. They were both so goddamn perfect that he would look like a disaster next to them.
His gut throbbed, but not in the familiar way from sweet humiliation. Biting his lip, he gave Scotland a wary look. “Yellow?”
Scotland froze with his hand midway through petting Clint’s ass. “Is it the shirt?”
Clint nodded, glancing at Izzy through his lashes.
“I’m willing to compromise. How about you lose the pants instead?” asked Scotland, resuming his strokes.
Now that had him throbbing in an instant. There was nothing wrong with his cock, and the scars along his hip would mostly be covered by the hem of his shirt. “Green.”
“Good boy,” said Scotland, giving him a quick kiss. “Thank you for letting me know you were uncomfortable. Now turn around and take those pants off.”
Maddy hit play on the television as Clint awkwardly spun around, almost kneeing Scotland in the balls when he moved too quickly. The opening credits bloomed before his eyes, his excitement building for more than one reason as he slid his pants from his hips.
When he settled, his naked ass brushed against Scotland’s clothed cock, his chest burning into Clint’s back. Scotland immediately snuck a hand around his waist, brushing his fingertips against Clint’s cock.
It was fucking torture.
Every time he was dragged into a scene on the television, Scotland would stroke him slowly. Clint would stop mid-comment, glancing to either side, but no one was looking their way. It was only when his breathing started to come in fast that Maddy or Derreck would glance over.
Maddy’s gaze lingered, burning over Clint’s flesh, but Derreck didn’t pause before looking back to the screen. Izzy and Rowes either didn’t notice or didn’t care, their eyes locked on the screen as they called out a few critical comments.
“We had to wait three days to finish this scene,” said Rowes, reaching for Izzy’s leg and squeezing. “A storm rolled in the first night and completely trashed the set. Our agent Lorena nearly had a meltdown.”
Then Scotland would stop, stroking his thigh or the scratchy bit of hair above his prize, and Clint would throb and struggle not to squirm.
Maddy looked at him for a long time, flicking his gaze everywhere. Maybe he couldn’t quite believe that Clint was in this position, blatantly grinding his ass against Scotland when it became too much.
