Champagne flutes scattered like afterthoughts. “You lettin’ me watch.”Neither spoke for a minute.Just breath. Gay porn But I ain’t stoppin’.”Shawn didn’t say another word.Jax pushed him back, dropped to his knees, and pulled his pants down slow.He didn’t expect it to taste this good.Didn’t expect Shawn to gasp like that when he licked up the underside of his shaft and let his tongue drag across his balls.Didn’t expect to enjoy hearing Shawn beg.“Fuck… don’t stop… please—”Didn’t expect his own dick to leak like it had a mind of its own just from hearing it.He sucked him slow. He tried not to think about Jax’s tongue. Calm. Just a deep pull like something inside him had been opened and hadn’t closed all the way yet.The smell of sweat and cologne still lingered in the air. Calm. Didn’t flirt. Adjusted.Shawn glanced sideways—and caught it.Tre’s dick.Hard.Huge.Easily ten and a half inches, thick, dark, veins running up the shaft—and pierced. I’m dealing with you later.9:17 p.m.Shop closed. He didn’t have to say it, but Jax knew—he was proud.Now, he was the only one left.“You still workin’?” Shawn leaned against the side of the bar, sipping slowly.
