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Rig hummed around his prick, eyes hot and happy, smiling at him. Yeah. Damn.
Rock came in. "Smells fucking good in here. Chocolate and man. Myfavorites ."
He grinned and then moaned and Rig's tongue worked some magic. Rig's fingers slid up along his hips,
petting and teasing, loving on him.
He gasped and whimpered and Rock came up and took afingerful of chocolate icing, spreading it on his
lips and leaning in to kiss him. His mouth gasped open, the taste of Rock and chocolate filling him.
Rig took him all the way in, just going to town, sucking him like a starving man. Whimpering and
moaning, he reached out, one hand wrapping around Rig's shoulder, the other around Rock's.
Rig groaned, pulling hard, sucking him, reaching to stroke Rock's thigh. Making more noises, he started
to move his hips, fucking Rig's mouth as Rock's tongue fucked his mouth.
Rig's fingers tugged at his balls, tapped behind them and sent shock through him. He cried out, hips
jerking as he came down Rig's throat, hands squeezing tight.
Those grey eyes were dancing, tongue licking his cock clean. "Yummy."
"Better than chocolate?" he asked, making Rock snort.
"You know it." Rig left a soft, sucking kiss on the tip of his cock.
"Nothing tastes better than chocolate," Rock insisted.
Dick grinned. "No? I'm glad Rig thinks so."
Rock laughed. "Yeah. Me, too."
Rig grinned, tucked him back in. "Kid made us a cake."
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"Is that what this is?" Rock asked. "It's a little lopsided but the icing was pretty fucking good."
It was Dick's turn to laugh. "That wasn't the icing, Rock, that was me." He ducked Rock's swat.
Rig snorted, stood. "No dessert before burgers, marines."
"Well that sucks, Rig. Unless by burgers you mean marines."
Rig's laugh just echoed, filling the kitchen.
Dick grinned. "Let me get this in the fridge so it doesn't melt in this heat."
"Look at Martha fucking Stewart here."
"Hey, that's an all chocolate creation, Rock, I'd be careful who I was insulting."
Rock just grinned and leaned in for another kiss. "No insult, kid. You finish fussing with your cake and
I'll fuck your ass through the mattress."
"Such a generous offer." Rig grinned, started running hot water in the sink.
"No, I'll do the dishes, Rig. I said I would."
"You deal with that cake, kid."
"But then I'll do the dishes. I made the mess." He started putting the cake into the fridge, making room
for it.
"I'll do the fucking dishes," muttered Rock.
Rig grinned. "Come help me, up close and personal."
Rock purred. "I can do that."
Dick grinned, watching as Rock stepped up behind Rig, arms going around him and playing with the
water. Rig just laughed, leaning back into Rock's strength.
He got the cake into the fridge and grabbed the dishtowel, drying as they washed. Funny how even a
chore could be fun done together.
Rock kept giving Rig long, sloppy kisses, distracting their cowboy, getting water everywhere. Of course
soaked Rock and Rig? Was a good thing. Without even really realizing it, he gave up drying infavor of
watching them. Rock's hands were under Rig's shirt; Rig's thighs were parted, ass rocking in a steady
motion. The only thing missing was the naked.
And that's where he came in.
Dropping the dish towel, he went over and started working Rock's jeans open. The wet t-shirts? Those
were staying. Rig's hips were rocking, tight little cowboy butt working against Rock.
Rock purred and gave him a kiss. "Knew we could count on you, kid."
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Grinning, he just kept at it, tugging Rock's jeans down almost to his knees before working Rig's down as
well. Rig leaned over the sink, pretending to reach for something, teasing Rock. Rock groaned and
pushed forward hard, hands on Rig's hips. Dick stripped and pushed up against Rock, his own hands
dropping to Rock's waist.
"Mmm... Warm,Rocketman . Feels fucking good."
Rock purred. "I know it."
Dick chuckled and pressed harder against Rock, those low purrs increasing. Rig turned, facing Rock,
offering those lips for a kiss. Rock didn't need to be asked twice, his mouth closing over Rig's, the heat of
their kiss making Dick moan and rub harder against Rock's ass. Rig's hand curled around his scalp,
petting him. He reached out himself, one hand sliding up along Rock's side, the other finding one of Rig's
nipples and tweaking it through his wet t-shirt.
Fuck, they were sexy.
Rig's fingers tightened, a muffled moan sounding, trapped by Rock's mouth. He rubbed harder against
Rock's ass, that sound spiking his want.
Rock chuckled and pulled away from the kiss long enough to tease him. "Fuck, kid, you just came. Ah,
to be young again."
Rig hopped up on the counter, legs draping around Rock and him. "You telling me you're old?"
Rock snorted, hands landing on Rig's ass and pulling him up against that hard prick. "Does this feel old
to you?"
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