“If I were a starfish, I’d want to be like Patrick.” This comment is accented with a burp and a loud sigh as Nick scratches himself and lounges lazily on the couch.

“If anyone could do it, Nick, it would be you,” I state blandly, and try not to laugh as he looks extraordinarily pleased with himself.

“Thanks, babe.”

“Okay, one of you better move over,” Liz warns as she comes walking in the room, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Nick’s old football jersies. Her hair is in a sloppy ponytail and she has a grimace on her face, but she’s still the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.

Well, one them, I correct inwardly with a quick glance at Nick. “You feeling all right babe?” I ask, shoving Nick’s leg off my thigh and making room on the sofa.

“Do I look all right?” is her growled response. Nick and I exchange knowing glances and both sit up.

“Want me to rub your feet?” ! he asks soothingly, helping her into the seat as he runs a hand up her neck. “Poor baby… did you take anything?”

“Take what? Someone took all my Midol for a headache,” she snaps, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes. Then she moans as his hand slides up the arch of her foot in a deep caress. “Ohh… that feels good.”

I lean over and kiss her lightly on the mouth, tracing the contours of her face with a finger as she melts into Nick’s ministrations. “Hey,” I whisper, lifting her chin up to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry… about yesterday.”

“Mm… what about it?” she murmurs, her gaze softening with pleasure as Nick slides to his knees and begins kissing her toes, sucking and nibbling on the tiny appendages.

“It isn’t fair for us to do that when you’re… out of comission,” I settle for, a wry expression on my face. “Anyway, I want you to know that we won’t do it again.”

I beg! in kissing down her neck, savoring the scent of strawberry lotion that she always uses right after she bathes. I know this won’t go anywhere, but at the moment I simply have to taste some part of her.

“Yeah, right,” she moans, sinking deeper into the couch as Nick’s mouth trails higher, tracing along the inside of her calf. “Anyway… it won’t matter. That’s what I came to tell you both. I stopped bleeding last night.”

Nick and I both freeze, meeting each other’s eyes. Understanding flies between us before we both look back at Liz, who is lying there with half-closed eyes.

Nick licks a rough trail along her inner thigh; gently pushing her legs apart as my hands fall to the hem of the jersey. I slide my hands up, taking the soft mesh with me as my palms close over the full heat of her breasts.

She moans, head lolling back as I take one of her stiffened nipples between m! y fingers and squeeze. “Mm… Maax…” her hand falls to pull my head towards the dusky point, and as my lips close over her she lets out another wondering sigh.

I vaguely hear the soft rustle of cotton being pulled down slender thighs as I lick a circle around her flesh, tugging the tip with my teeth as her fingers tangle in my hair and press me closer.

Nick’s blonde head disappears from my vision and she bucks up from the bed with a keening cry that sends a jolt of heat straight to my groin. I glance over to see him lapping hungrily between her thighs, muscled arms wrapped around her legs to hold them apart as she bucks and moans.

“Does that feel better?” I whisper in a dark tone, suckling her nipple to the roof of my mouth. My other hand drifts to her thigh, helping to hold her open for Nick’s mouth as he moves back and forward, occasionally sliding his tongue so deep that I lose sight of the lower portion of his face. When he pulls back, his stubbled chin is g! listening and his blue eyes are dark as cobalt.

“I’ve waited an entire week to do this,” he admits huskily, licking his lips before devouring her again. The sounds that escape his throat seem to go straight to my burning erection and my eyes almost cross when I feel a soft hand cup my groin and began rubbing.

Before long, I find myself pushed back against the couch as Liz works almost frantically at my zipper. “I need you, baby,” she whispers, lifting a leg over Nick’s head so that she can straddle my stomach.

He stands, watching us with a deeply aroused expression as he comes behind Liz, running his hands down her back and sliding around to the front to cup her breasts. “Is it my turn to watch?” he wonders in a gruff tone.

I’m about to tell him to pick a spot and join in, but he looks almost eager to stay out of it. He sits down across from us, tugging at his own zipper as his thick erection springs free. As my eyes watch him begin to play with his co! ck, Liz shoves my pants down my ankles and rises above me.

My hands automatically fall to her hips to help ease her in, but instead she simply slams her hips down, thrusting me deep inside her as my head falls back and a groan escapes my lips.

She begins to ride me, arms behind my neck as her hips undulate against mine and Nick pumps his palm along his rigid staff. I feel like I can’t breathe, I’m so ready to burst from anticipation.

Nick comes first, on a long and harsh groan that sets Liz off as she slows to forceful pumps against my hips and contracts around my flesh. When I come, it’s like air released from a balloon and nearly blows my head off.

We all sit there struggling to recover, a tangle of arms and legs and sweat that glues us together. The last thing I think of before I drift off to sleep, is how the hell we can top this one.

Chapter 3 ~Nick~



I stumble out of the bedroom, scratching myself and yawning widely as the sounds of the television drift to my ears from the direction of the living room.

I pass by the kitchen and pause as I see Liz bent over with her head in the fridge. Backtracking, I sneak up and lean over her, positioning myself to whisper into her ear. Placing a hand on the curve of her behind, I pull her against me while growling, “What’s for dinner, good-looking?”

She squeals, then glances over at me through the fringe of her hair. “Are you sure you got enough beauty sleep?” she blinks innocently, although a gleam of humor lurks in her brown eyes.

She turns around fully into my arms and I press our lower bodies closely together as her hands fall to my hips. “Is that your way of trying to get me back in the bedroom?” I joke, wiggling my brows suggestiv! ely and placing a hot kiss to the underside of her jaw.

“Hmm… maybe later,” she purrs, arching her neck as my lips find a particularly sensitive area that has her sighing, her fingers squeezing my flesh. “Oh… definitely later.”

I pull back, attempting to adjust myself within the confines of pajama pants. “Later…” I agree hoarsely, trying not to stare at her chest where two distinct points press against the thin material of her shirt.

“Oh ew! Man!” a loud shout comes from the living room. “That is so not cool!”

Liz and I exchange knowing glances before speaking in unison, “Snakes.”

I stroll into the living room to see Max staring at the television with a look of utter disgust on his handsome face. Sitting on the arm of the couch, I lean forward to study the image on the screen. “Is that a… potty?”

“Some guy just found a snake in his toilet,” he shudders. “H! is toilet! The last place a snake should be!”

I bite back a grin, and raise my brows. “Was it poisonous?” I ask blandly, sprawling back and stretching my legs out.

“It was a snake!”

“Really, Max… this fear you have of reptiles is really… womanly,” I wrinkle my nose, laughing as he reaches over and smacks me in the head.

“Shut up, Gannon. I’ve seen you scream like a newborn when a spider crawls on you. And didn’t I see you covering your eyes in the theater during Return of the King?”

I clear my throat. “I wasn’t covering my eyes, okay? I had an itch in my eye and was rubbing it, that’s all.”

He just laughs knowingly and I scowl before sliding over and pulling him into a headlock. He retaliates with an elbow in my ribs, and we go toppling off the couch, wrestling across the floor and grunting in exertion.

I land on top of him, pinning him to the groun! d as I grin down into his eyes. “Give? Cry uncle, baby, and maybe I’ll let you be on top.”

Sure enough, he bares his teeth at me and pulls a move right out of WWF, flipping me over his head with his legs and shoving me face-first into the carpet. He sits on my back, holding my arms back and murmurs into my ear. “Cry Uncle, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

I’m about to respond to this intriguing comment, when a pillow smacks us both in the head as a petite figure slips by. We glance over and see Liz jump on the couch, shaking her head at us.

“You’re in the way of the television, Romeos,” is all she says before popping a cube of cheese into her mouth. “And my show’s about to come on.”

Max and I groan aloud. “Her show, she says,” I comment, rolling over as he gets off me. I run a hand through my hair, narrowing my eyes in her direction as Max nudges me. “And such a smart-ass.”

He gives me an encouraging smile before standing up. “I have ! to head to work in an hour. I’m taking a shower.”

With that he walks out of the room, leaving me and Liz to stare at each other like opponents on opposite sides of the ring. I raise a brow challengingly towards her, and she answers in kind.

The sound of running water echoes from the bathroom as I stand and casually make my way to where she watches from the couch. My lips curve as she starts giggling and shaking her head.

“No way, Nick. My show’s about to come on!” she squeals when I pull her up and start dragging her towards the bedroom.

“I’ll tell you who’s about to come,” I whisper, nipping her ear as she lifts her legs to wrap around my stomach. “And guess what… it’s later.”

She shrieks as we fall onto the bed, laughing and exchanging kisses as I try to remove her shirt. She finally stops trying to fight me, moaning softly as my lips close around one bared nipple. Her hands fall to my head, gently stroking through my hair. “Mmm…”

“! Do you care that it’s just us?” I murmur, looking up from beneath my lids as my mouth hovers above her glistening flesh. “I’ve wanted this for awhile, you know.”

“Why would I mind?” she answers honestly. “You’re my lover as much as Max is. I want you both. Now shut up and show me how much you love me.”

To my complete surprise she rolls over and straddles my stomach, bending to kiss me as her hands slide up my naked chest, then back down to toy with the elastic band circling my hips.

I lift up so she can slide the pants down my legs and reach up to cup her breasts as she positions herself against me. “Are you going to ride me, Parker?” I ask gruffly, staring into her aroused expression as she begins rocking back and forth, rubbing her slick heat against me.

“Bet your ass, Gannon,” she replies, and with those succinct words she takes hold of my thick erection and slowly impales herself on it in a way that has us! both groaning.

“Oh, yeah… God, you feel good,” I gasp, head falling back as she starts grinding against me, my hips rolling along with her sensual rhythm. My hands slip down to her hips to help her rise and fall, and she throws her head back with a soft moan.

A hiss escapes my lips as her speed increases, her inner walls beginning to clench around me as she nears her completion. I grit my teeth, trying to hold out against the wet pleasure that threatens to burst forth.

A harsh groan from the direction of the bathroom drags my attention and I look over to see Max watching us with slitted eyes and flushed cheekbones. A towel is wrapped loosely around his waist, a tent forming in his groin.

He nods his approval even as Liz gasps and begins to come, grasping my hands and tangling our fingers together. Her reaction spurs my own, and I hold Max’s gaze as my cock begins to erupt.

He sucks in a breath, then holds a hand against himself while using! the other to prop against the doorframe. I realize with a small burst of aroused pride that he’s come right along with us.

“Nice,” I croak out, breathing heavily from the force of my orgasm. “Now that’s awesome.”

 

Chapter 4 ~Liz~


“Is this really necessary?” Nick grumbles while tugging at the neatly arranged bow tie I just fastened around his neck. “Liz… I can’t breathe.”

“Stop whining,” Max replies from the other side of the room, easily tying his own tie as he stands over the sink. “It’s only for an hour.”

Nick mimics him and rolls his eyes, causing me to giggle as Max glances up suspiciously. Nick flashes him a grin. “I didn’t say nothing.”

Max growls, obviously not believing him as he pushes away from the sink and approaches us, suit jacket slung over one shoulder as Nick and I both watch with barely concealed hunger.

I happen to be of the mind that all men look handsome in dress clothing. But tuxedos were made for Max Evans. The black and white offset his hair and eyes perfectly, the material contours to ! his muscular build effortlessly.

He quirks a brow, leaning a hip on the dresser as he watches us knowingly. “Well?” He asks huskily, golden eyes burning as a slow grin spreads across his face.

Nick’s the first to speak, as always. “Buddy, I know you just spent an hour getting into that thing,” he nods towards the vest and cummerbund in a matching shade of silver, “but right now I just want to get you back out of it.”

Max chuckles. “Maybe later.”

“Hot damn, Max. You look like a fucking GQ,” Nick shakes his head, grinning widely.

I just nod my head in agreement. “You look… amazing.”

His eyes fall on me. “No, you look amazing,” he murmurs, gaze drifting down the length of my black sheath, from the point where the skirt parts to my upper thigh, to the daring plunge between my breasts.

My heart begins to beat faster as he licks his lips, meeting my gaze again. “How long did I say we’d sta! y?”

“An hour,” Nick reminds him, obviously enjoying his discomfort. “And how come no one’s saying I look amazing?”

In truth, he does. And he knows it. That’s why no one’s said anything. With his bronzed skin and burnished hair, laughing blue eyes and wicked grin, Nick could be the poster boy for male models everywhere. Put him in a creamy white shawl jacket and black slacks, and women everywhere would give their left arm to have him flash that grin in their direction.

Max and I merely arch our brows at Nick and he winks devilishly, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers. I take the moment to sneak another peek at them, relishing the differences. Dark and light. Sexy and sensual. And they’re both mine.

“Liz, did you just shiver?”

And apparently, they’re very perceptive. “It’s cold in here,” I mumble as my face begins to flush, although God only know! s how I could be embarrassed in front of these two.

“I’m pretty warm, actually,” Nick teases, his eyes twinkling as they fall on my breasts. “In fact… it’s getting pretty damn hot in here. Maybe we should do what Nelly says and take off all our clothes…?”

“You horny bastard,” Max says affectionately, then checks his watch. “We’re late, guys.”

“We’re late! Oh no!” Nick slaps his hands against his freshly shaven cheeks and makes a mock face of horror. “We’re late like a hoe who forgot to take her birth control pills!”

As I walk by I smack him upside the head. “I can’t believe you said that.”

“Believe it, baby,” he growls, catching my arm and yanking me back. “You’re looking a little flushed, Liz.” He brushes a light kiss against my neck that has me purring. “Did I chase the chill away?” he murmurs in a low voice, sending gooseflesh across my shoulders. “Oh… there go! es that shiver again.”

With a delicate nip to my ear, carefully avoiding the silver drop dangling from my lobe, he wraps an arm around my waist and leads me out the front door behind Max.


***


Once we arrive at the theatre, we catch sight of the rest of the group sitting at a table near the back. Michael waves his arms, prompting me to roll my eyes goodnaturedly at my brother’s lack of refinement in such an elegant atmosphere.

Isabel reaches over and gently forces his arm down, giving him a warning glare that has Kyle laughing into his hand as we approach. Max pulls out my chair as he and Nick take their places on either side.

“So where’s the shining star of the evening?” Nick asks in a low rumble, lounging back comfortably in the cushioned seat. His hand lifts to fumble with his tie, until he catches my glance. With a half-grin he reaches for a goblet instead. Holding it up to a passing waitress, he allows the pretty blonde to fill his glass with a ruby red wine that matches the flush on her cheeks under his smile.

“Mar’s backstage,” Michael says edgily. “She’s the first act, then we can get the hell out of ! here.” He has no problem yanking on his collar, making it even more crooked before running a hand through his tousled locks. I can’t help but smile at his discomfort. My brother absolutely hates fancy events of any kind, so the fact that he showed up at a black tie affair shows the depth of his affection for my best friend.

“No way, I wanted to see the dancing twins,” Kyle whines, leafing through a table program. “It says here they perform amazing acts of—” He cuts off as Serena arches a brow at him. “Uh... never mind.”

“Sorry we’re late,” I hear Max say. “Things got a little… out of hand.” He clears his throat, as Nick laughs and grins saucily at us both. All three of us are recalling the events that led to things getting out of hand… a spur of the moment coupling in the newly installed hot tub on the back porch.

“Oh, not again,” Alex bemoans, covering his eyes theatrically. “Spare us the lurid details, please.”
“I want to know,” Isabel speaks up, causing Nick to choke as he brings the glass of wine to his lips. “And Max, you never answered my question.”

“What question?” Kyle asks, and Max’s cheeks turn dark red as he mumbles something underneath his breath, glaring at his sister.

“Hey guys,” Tess’s voice sounds. We all look over to see her and Ben Gallagher walking towards the table. “I’m so, so sorry we’re late… why is it guys can’t ask for directions?”

Ben grins goodnaturedly, only adding to his sinful good looks. In an Irish lilt that I have to admit makes my heart flutter, he returns, “We weren’t lost, Tessa. I was simply committing the area to memory.”

Tess rolls her eyes towards us, sliding into her chair. “By driving down the same road three times?” she asks innocently, fluttering her lashes at her best friend.

We all start laughing as Ben shrugs. “Aye,” is all he says.

“That’s right, man.” Nick! slaps him on the back. “Don’t let her put you down. Men have an inner sense of direction. The only time we ever get lost is when there’s a woman around to distract us.”

All of us women snort at that comment. “Nick, you’ve gotten lost in the living room before,” I reply. “Or don’t you remember me finding you behind the couch the other night?”

“I was looking for the remote!” he says above the laughter. “Back me up here, Max.”

Max holds his hands up, a wry grin on his face. “I’m not getting in the middle of this. I don’t want to end up on the couch with you tonight.”

Before Nick can answer, the house lights go down and everyone begins to quiet as the stage curtain parts to reveal a band and a single silhouetted figure sitting on a tall stool, long legs crossed seductively over each other.

The sound of a sultry, smoky jazz tune begins to play from the band, and a spotlight shines down, illuminating Maria as she begins to croon softly into the microphone.

“Peel me a grape, crush me some ice
Skin me a peach, save the fuzz for my pillow
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You've got to wine and dine me…”

She glances up through a wave of blonde hair as she continues singing the Diana Krall hit, slowly sliding to her feet in a lithe movement that draws attention to her curves. Beneath smoky eyes she glances our way and a small smile lights her lips.

I hear Michael’s intake of breath and a wide smile lifts my own lips as I glance around and see the audience completely captivated by my best friend. My brother in particular.

She slowly sways side to side, playing up the crowd until her song ends on a hush. For a split second, there’s silence. Then Michael lets out a whoop that surprises me and a burst of applause thunders through the theatre. Maria just smiles as if it’s her due, completely unfazed by the attention or the success. With a fl! irtatious wink, she makes a low bow and struts offstage.


***


“Boy, am I glad to be out of that stuffy place,” Nick sighs happily, leaning back into the booth as he downs a glass of beer. Cuffs rolled to his elbows, tie undone, and hair tousled, he looks utterly at ease as the rock music pulses around us.

Beside me, Max nibbles my neck and rubs my thigh, having already succombed to the effects of the alcohol we’ve imbibed since leaving the theatre and heading towards the dance club in celebration.

I catch sight of Michael and Maria on the dance floor, wrapped in each other’s arms and not dancing so much as eating each other’s faces off. Kyle and Serena are out there too, as Serena attempts to show her boyfriend a complicated dance move. Kyle stares at her like she’s an alien from another planet, catches her shoulders and plants a firm kiss on her lips to shut her up.

Isabel and Alex already left ten minutes ago because if the mall isn’t closed, then Isabel will be shopping. Tess a! nd Ben stand across the room as they play a game of pool, drawing the attention of hordes of men and women with their infectious laughter and grins.

“Whatcha looking at?” Nick whispers into my ear, the light scent of beer on his breath as he nuzzles my lobe. “Mm… you smell fucking great.”

“Very Sexy,” I correct softly, a small smile lifting my lips as Max presses in closer. “From Victoria’s Secret. And I was just watching the others… everyone seems so happy.”

“Why shouldn’t they be?” Max asks quietly, joining the conversation. “Everything’s perfect right now.”

“Damn right,” Nick adds on, sandwiching me between them as his hand begins to lightly caress my thigh. “You know what else would be perfect?”

Max begins to chuckle, the sound sending chills down my spine as his fingers brush the length of my hair from my neck. “Mmm… I have a few ideas,” he whispers, accenting the comment with a nip to my nape.

I inhale sharply, wondering if any! one sees these two gorgeous men all but seducing me in a public venue. Not that I’m about to stop them. Oh, hell no. Instead, I grab a muscled thigh in each hand and begin stroking the soft material of their slacks. “Hmm… what ideas might those be?” I purr, feeling slightly drunk of the scent of prime male along with the few glasses of wine I had at the theatre.

Instead of answering, Max moves away and holds out a hand. “Let’s dance,” he murmurs, catching Nick’s eye as he moves behind me. “Both of you.”

“My pleasure,” Nick growls, hands falling to either side of me as he helps me out of the booth and towards Max.

Within moments, we’re on the floor beneath the pulsing lights, the crush of bodies surrounding us as a sultry latin beat echoes throughout the room. I allow Max to pull me into his arms, leaving not an inch of space between our bodies.

Our eyes lock as the ridge of his erection presses up against my core, sending an electric shock through our! bodies. My eyes fall closed as he begins to grind against me in time to the music. Nothing could have ever felt better.

And then Nick comes up behind me, nibbling at my neck as his fingers begin a leisurely journey down the length of my arms until he takes my fingers into his own, tangling them as he presses against my back.

“God, you can dance,” he whispers, licking a rough trail up towards my ear. “I fucking love to watch you. Will you do this naked sometime?”

“Oh yeah,” Max groans, lids falling hald-closed. “That would be awesome.”

I can barely breathe, much less make a coherent response. I feel completely surrounded, and I love it. I wrap an arm around Nick’s neck, pulling our lips together as my other arm wraps around Max’s waist, drawing him closer. He begins kissing my neck, sliding upwards until his mouth lightly brushes ours.

Nick makes a rough sound, his fingers clenching in mine. “God, I’m so fucking hot,” he admits, panting lightl! y as his hips press more insistently against mine. “I want you both so bad.”

His mouth crashes back down, and we all moan in appreciation. A gasp of breath breaks into my daze and I open my eyes to see two women watching with wide eyes. Their gazes practically devour Max and Nick whole, roaming down the line of their bodies to where their cocks press hard against fabric.

The taller of the two, a lithe redhead, licks her lips and moves forward. “Mind if I break in?” she purrs, stroking a single nail down Nick’s arm as she attempts to do just what she asked.

Without missing a beat, Nick replies, “Sorry, babe. I’m gay.”

Max chokes and starts to laugh as I stare at Nick in shock, losing the urge to brain the woman over her vapid head. “Yeah, sorry,” Max throws in, reaching forward and pulling Nick into a heated kiss. I catch a hint of tongue action that ups the temperature in the room as they moan around me.

“But… what about her?” the woman frowns, obviously not put off by their declaration. She switches her gaze to Max. “I saw you kissing her. Both of you, actually.”

“Yeah, we’re in love with her,” he grins at me from beneath lowered lids. “Ain’t gaydom a bitch?”

Chapter 5 ~Max~



“Come on, just listen to it again.”

Liz moans and lolls her head against me as a small snore escapes her throat. Tightening my grasp around her, I quirk a brow at Nick as he fiddles with the radio in the front seat of the cab.

“I don’t get it,” the young driver says hesitantly, obviously intimidated by Nick’s extremely energetic personality. The fact that he’s completely plastered doesn’t tone down his attitude, it merely magnifies it.

“What’s not to get?” Nick exclaims a little more loudly than necessary, causing the cabbie to jerk in surprise and Liz to twitch in her sleep. I roll my eyes as he slaps a hand down on the dashboard. “Dude, this is some funny shit. Open your ears!”

“O… okay,” the driver stammers, frowning in concentration as the music continues to pour from the stereo. Nick watches him intently, obviously awaiting the moment that the man “gets it”.

“Funny, right?” Nick grins. “Right?”

The cabbie’s lips twitch. “Yeah… it’s great. Thanks for sharing, man.”

I stifle a grin as Nick, happy in his moment of triumph, falls back and continues singing to South Park’s version of “Back that Ass Up” by Big Gay Al.

No one ever said my baby was subtle.

Twenty minutes later, and we’re pulling up in front of our building. I nudge Liz gently, bending to nuzzle her earlobe. “Baby, time to wake up,” I whisper softly.

“Mmm…” she murmurs sleepily, stretching out her arms so that the dip in her dress deepens, affording me a clear view of the shadows between her breasts.

Nick’s paying the driver while holding a completely inane conversation about gardening. The young man appears to be enthralled, however, although that could just be because he’s wondering exactly what the hell’s going to come out of Nick’s mouth next.

I step out of th! e cab, lifting Liz into my arms as she snuggles against my chest, arms hanging limply at her side as her purse falls to the ground. With a groan of frustration, I attempt to lower myself far enough to catch the jeweled handle, but all the alcohol in my system chooses that moment to come bubbling up and I nearly lose my balance.

“Hey, Nick,” I call out. “C’mere and help me.”

He glances over and then pats the kid on the back. “Thanks for the ride, Steven. And think about what I said, okay? You're worth more than a Nissan.”

“Yeah, sure Nick. Thanks a lot.” The guy smiles and turns to start the engine as Nick crawls out of the cab and starts strolling towards us, a smile on his lips.

“You done flirting with that kid so you can help me out here?” I grunt, shifting on my feet as I wrap my arms tighter around Liz’s prone form.

“Who, that guy?” Nick glances back to where the taxi is now riding away. “Nah, he’s straight as you and me, man.” I raise a! brow at that ridiculous comment and he grins saucily. “You know it’s true, baby. You’ve got the only cock I’m interested in.”

“I feel so much better now,” I mumble, although I can’t keep from grinning back at him. “And ditto. Now fucking help me before I fall flat on my ass.”

“Oh, can’t have any of that,” he murmurs, reaching back to stroke me through the soft cotton of my dress pants. “It’s too nice of an ass to be black and blue.”

I manage to shift Liz onto one shoulder and reach my free hand around to grasp his buttocks, pulling him closer as I growl, “Stop talking… and help me out, or it’ll be your ass that’s black and blue.”

He flutters his lashes in a ridiculously masculine way. “I love when ya get all dominant, Max. Oh, I really do.” But he stops laughing and bends down to grab Liz’s purse and throws an arm around me for support as we stumble towards the stairs. “So… that was more fun than I thought it w! ould be.”

“Yeah, it was nice,” I admit, smiling over at him as he fumbles in his slacks pocket for the housekey. “Maria was great, huh?”

“Yeah, she had them eating out of the palm of her hand,” he answers proudly. “I noticed she and Michael disappeared from the club pretty early.”

“I’m surprised you noticed anything the way you were knocking back those shots,” I point out wryly, opening the bedroom door and crossing to the bed to lay Liz out. “And what was Liz thinking, she never drinks that much. I can’t believe you’re still coherent.”

“High tolerance,” he sighs, glancing down at the bed longingly. “I guess a good and sweaty fuck is out of the question, huh?”

Just the rough growl of his voice has me growing hard and ready. “Is that what you had in mind?” I ask, sitting on the bed and pulling off my shoes. I grin up at him as he watches me with interest.

“After that little display on the dance floor, hell yeah,” he admits in a low tone,! reaching down and boldly rubbing against his crotch. “All I could do not to drag you two by your hair out of there.”

At his words, we both look over at Liz as she sighs and makes a small sound, cuddling against a pillow and falling back into a drunken sleep. We both grimance and look at each other in pain.

“I guess Plan A is blown all to hell,” he sighs, loosening his collar and tossing the bothersome tie across the room as he starts toeing off his shoes. “Plan B it is.”

“What’s Plan B?” I ask, already unbuttoning my shirt as he grins slowly at me and starts making his way over. I can’t deny the race of my blood as he yanks the shirt over his head, revealing his broadly muscled chest to my hungry gaze.

“Plan Blowjob,” he states bluntly. “Whaddya say, Max?”

“Plan Blowjob?” I try not to snicker. “How long did it take you to come up with that one, Gannon?”

“Keep making fun of me, Max,” he drawls, yanking on his zipper as I shake my head b! ack and forth and chuckle. “And see if I tell you the rest of the plan.”

“There’s more?” I wonder, pulling my shirt open and feeling extremely satisfied as he stops momentarily in his tracks to admire. I slide my zipper down, leaning back on my elbows and cocking my head. “Seems pretty simple and straightforward to me.”

Shoving down his pants, he steps out of them and the thick length of his cock springs forward as a testament to his arousal. “Ah… but you’re not using your brain, Evans. You forget how ingenious I can be.”

“Oh, yeah,” I reply, tongue firmly in cheek. “Ingenious is the first thing I think when I consider you, Nick.” I slip my hand down inside the gape of my pants, adjusting my growing erection as he wags his brows knowingly. “All right, get on with it then.”

“Well, let’s just call it a tag on to Plan BJ,” he murmurs, eyes trained firmly on my hand now caressing my cock. “A little… mutual relief, shall we say?”

I pause as his wo! rds filter through my mind, and take the form of a deliciously arousing vision. “Are you suggesting…?” I trail off with a croak.

“From the look on your face, yeah,” he growls, boldly reaching down and stroking himself. “So, how about it Evans?”

“You wanna… sixty-nine…” I drawl, watching him intensely as he raises his brows. “Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Is that a no?” he asks, a bit of disappointment shining in his eyes as he releases himself from his grip. “I guess maybe… that’s too gay…?”

I can’t help it. I start laughing my ass off. “For Christ’s sake,” I chuckle. “You think sticking our dicks in each other’s mouths at the same time is any more gay than the shit we have been doing?”

He opens his mouth, then looks sheepish. “Good point.”

I stare at him for a long moment, then motion him forward with my head. “C’mere,” I murmur huskily, pulling my pants off and boxers off so he can see! how hot he’s making me.

He smirks and walks over, sitting on the bed next to me and not wasting any time in reaching over to grasp my cock. “I guess you like the plan after all,” he teases, and starts to ease me back as our mouths close in on one another.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I growl, lifting my hips to brush against him as our lips meet. “But I want to be on top.”

“Hell no, I’m on top,” he shakes his head. “I thought of it, Max.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” I murmur, reaching down and tugging on him the way he loves. Sure enough, his head goes back on a groan and I smirk. “You were on top last time.”

“So we’re keeping score?” he gasps, shifting into position. “How about on the side then?”

“Sounds good to me,” I manage thickly as he bends and closes his lips over the head of my cock, sucking gently. “Fuck!”

I let out a hiss and rub my cheek along his erection as he goes to work on mine. He lets out a groan as I lick him from base to ! tip, the sounds of pleasure echoing in the quiet room.

Careful not to disturb Liz, we both suck and grind against each other’s faces as we attempt to get into a good rhythm. “Don’t move your hips,” I suggest heavily, “just let me do the work.”

“As long as you do it,” he groans. “Fuck, this is too good, man! I feel like you’re taking advantage of my drunken state, though.”

“Me? This was your idea,” I chuckle, tonguing him where it counts and relishing the groan that is torn from his throat.

“Oh… right… fuck, Max!”

It isn’t long before we’re both coming and unable to concentrate on anything but the warm glow of pleasure that overwhelms us. I grasp his hips as he starts thrusting roughly, throat working to swallow everything he offers. He reciprocates and the extra caress of his tongue as I climax makes it that much better.

Afterwards, we both just kind of lie there in subdued stupification. Nick breaks the silence first, because well… he! ’s Nick. “Now be honest, Max… was it good for you?”

I fall back and throw a hand over my face as I groan, when Liz's sleepy voice murmurs, "You guys better clean up before getting in here with me."

Nick snickers and smacks a kiss against her thigh which is pressed up close to his face. "I thought you were passed out?"

"And miss all the fun?" she answers, and I can detect the smile on her face. "Never."