INDULGENCE

“I’ve seen enough porn to know what that line means,” Jackson said with a soft chuckle. Slowly he sighed and stood up from the ground, brushing the grass off of his lower half and looked over at the male. “Come on,” he said motioning for the male to follow him, walking up the front porch to pull the door open. He stepped inside and held the door open for him. “How about on my bed?” he asked. “You can really get those knots worked out on there and it will be comfortable.”

“Porn? I have no idea what you’re talking about. All of my words have been completely innocent during our conversation. What could possibly make you think about porn?” He asked with mock innocence, giving him a non guilty smile. “Lead the way,” he murmured, standing up and following him up to the front porch and inside the house. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Elijah nodded, his eyes taking in his surroundings, before settling back on Jackson. “Where’s this comfortable bed of yours?”

Following Malachi into the shower, he bit his lower lip and smirked a little smugly, thankful he was in this whole situation and he’d turned back around to catch the handsome man’s gaze. Flinging his own towel over his shoulder, he walked back, naked, not modest and paused when he heard the water start and saw him standing there. “Well, don’t mind if I do..” he said, walking towards the shower, and upon passing Malachi he took him by the wrist to tug him in under the water, too.

Of course he’d ask what was wrong with him before jumping at the chance to do anything, he actually cared about him. He bit his lip as he looked up at his friend and let out a sigh, “It’s just the messages again…same as the first time.” he unlocked his phone to show him. “He messages me everyday now, wondering where I went. Not even my friends from the place I moved from do that.” he chuckled quietly. “I’m sorry…I know I should cope with it better than doing, you know, sexual stuff…but it’s hard.”

Malachi was taking off his shirt, and yeah Rafael was definitely taking notice as he watched him strip even more, biting his lower lip and eyes just wandering to take in the sight. “Well,” he said, looking around the locker room just once, and then turned back to Malachi, as those shorts were dropping and his eyes couldn’t help but stare. “I definitely can do that for you..” he was already tugging his own shirt back off, stepping out of his shoes and nodding to the other as he was tugging his own shorts off. A shower hook up? Why not? Malachi was hot.

He probably does look like an absolute slut. Pink lips swollen and shiny with saliva and the other male’s precum, spit running down his chin and onto his neck, eyelashes wet with his own tears, and a blissful, lust-filled look in brown eyes as he stares hungrily at his friend’s dick, swallowing before chuckling. “Aye, bro, I told you ‘bout callin’ me a slut now.” Saint warns, a little breathless, as he stares up at his best friend. The truth? Saint loved that shit. He loves when Malachi dominates him, talks dirty to him, it made his dick rock hard in his own pants. It made his hole throb with need with each filthy word that came from Malachi’s mouth. “Fuck,” Saint moans, just the sight of that shiny length alone is driving him wild, and he can’t wait to have it buried deep inside of him, reaching places no one else is capable of, and filling Saint up like no one else can. As Saint’s forced back onto the other’s dick, he moans around the length — eagerly closing his lips around it and letting the taller man lead the way. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he closes them, squeezing them shut, and focusing hard on relaxing his gag reflex as he feels that dick back into his throat once more. His mouth waters profusely, looking absolutely obscene as his spills from the corners of his mouth and drips down into the other boy’s pubes, running down his balls, as much of that dick as can fit is lodged into Saint’s throat. As more tears spring to his eyes, he opens them and turns them upwards towards Malachi, moaning like the slut he is for his best friend, hands gripping tightly onto the other’s muscular thighs as tears spill down his cheeks. Even as he’s trying not to choke, he’s working his tongue on the underside of the other’s length, massaging it the best that he can as one of his hands moves forward to gently massage the other male’s balls that hang heavy between his thighs. Saint starts to bob his head now quickly, slurping all the excess saliva he works up when he gets to the head, and then descending his mouth down that towering length once more. He gets into it now, sucking Malachi’s dick like it is his only life force, desperate to please his best friend. Saint reaches down now, taking out his own hard dick from his sweatpants and stroking himself as he works on giving an impeccable blowjob.

“If I didn’t come to you, I know some lawyer would have came to your rescue instead. This is a fine establishment you have here and I’m sure that no one in Wisteria Court wants to see it get taken to court!” One thing that Sterling never asked his clients were if they were actually guilty or not. He knew that sometimes skeletons were better left off in the closet, so he didn’t want to dig any of those up. Plus, for something who put on a facade for the world, it’d be hypocritical for him to ask for anything else. “Thank you for the offer! I guess I can stay for a little bit. It’ll help me get to know the establishment better and I don’t have any other clients to meet today.” Elijah was definitely getting to be on his good list. “I’ll just take a beer though. I wouldn’t want to put you in debt or anything and I’ll make sure to leave a nice tip at the end.” Sterling nodded once.

Kendall + Elijah // @grvtification​

The lawyer sits at a table in the Caldwell-Holt home, looking over a few important legal documents for Achilles Nightclub + Sex Emporium, eyes scanning ever line carefully to be sure there’s no loopholes that could spell trouble for Elijah in the future. Kendall shrugs out of his suit jacket as he reads, draping it across the back of the chair, even loosening his tie and unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt. “Hope you don’t mind me getting comfortable, man.” Kendall says to Elijah, looking up towards the other man with a smile, “It’s been a long ass day and as much as I love suits, this thing is starting to be a pain in my ass.” He says. Kendall has been doing some legal consulting for Elijah for a while now about the club, he’s even on retainer if Elijah ever finds himself in some legal trouble – though Kendall doubts very seriously that the other will. Still, he likes to help out friends, especially those who have always been as friendly to him as Elijah has. Kendall flips the page on the contract, eyes still scanning the words carefully, blindly picking up the cup of coffee and bring it to his lips to take a few sips. “So far everything looks pretty good. There don’t seem to be any discrepancies.”

“most people, i’ve yet to meet anyone who’s truly immune.” nate knew even this was a little brazen for him, but what the hell? he turned back around, that was enough for now (though he’d enjoyed his time in the spotlight, under elijah’s microscope). “yeah, every friday night in fact. guess they finally figured out that when i’m working people buy more.” he wiggled his eyebrows “mm, you’re welcome.”

He let out a sigh as he leaned on his friend, “I thought old people were supposed to get cold with age.” he teased. He looked at his phone one more time, chewing at his lip as he saw an unread text from a number he didn’t have in his contacts. “Hey Elijah…is anyone home right now?” he asked as he closed his phone finally. He felt terrible. Terrible because he felt like any time he’s seen his friend he was going through stuff and needed release. It was the only way knew how to cope with the constant messages. “You remember that one time I came over like 3 months ago? It was raining.”

“I need better posture,” Jackson said with a laugh. He was aware of the slouch he sometimes had and knew he needed to get better at not doing it so he could handle work better. “Name your price and I will gladly agree,” he groaned, feeling the hands on his back even more. He shifted his hips, his shorts riding down a little to expose the top part of his crack and his cheeks. “You could continue this in my house, if you like, I’m sure people might start lining up for a massage if they notice you’re handing them out.”

“That could definitely be apart of it too.” He echoed the younger male’s laugh, shaking his head as he continued moving his hands along the length of his back. “You shouldn’t be so eager to agree to something when you don’t even know what I’m going to ask for, kid,” he chuckled at Jackson’s eagerness, his eyes trailing down when the top of his crack and cheeks were exposed. “Hmm,” he licked his lips. “I think that might be for the best. I wouldn’t want them to distract me from my current client.”

It was definitely hard to leave the comfort of the nice warm bed, his husband’s strong arms wrapped around his frame, but he knew that he’d always come back. Even if they had extracurricular affairs in their marriage, that was the one thing that they could both count on - that they always came back to each other. And as his husband leaned over to peck him on the lips, he hummed lightly before he chuckled at his words. “Only as good to ya as ya deserve… Gotta believe that Achilles is only as popular as it is ‘cause of ya, honey,” he spoke, leaning in to kiss him again. “And ya work so hard… Only right you get pampered. And when ya eat up, I can give ya a nice massage, get ya nice and relaxed ‘fore ya gotta get back out there and keep bein’ the successful king I always knew ya were.”

Jackson sighed happily as the male kept massaging him, He was aware that the lotion was already applied but the fingers were basically magic so why would he ask the man to stop? “Not a lot, but my job has me standing a lot during the day so it puts some strain on my lower back,” he explained. “Damn, I feel like I should be paying you for this, it feels amazing,” he said in a dreamy tone. He was going to soak up whatever the male had planned, giving no resistance.

“That definitely explains it. When you get off work, you should start doing things to help take the pressure off of your back. You don’t want back problems when you’re my age, trust me.” He slid his hands up his back slowly, before slipping them back down, making sure his fingertips brushed against every inch of skin. “I don’t require payment, don’t worry.. But if you insist, I’m sure that there’s some form of payment we can come to an agreement about.”

Nico smiled and leaned into the hand ruffling his hair like a cat, he loved his hair being played with. “Heeey, that’s not nice to say to, well, me.” he fake pouted and yanked on the man’s arm. “You know it’s hard for me to sleep by myself.” He let him go as he thought about when the production was, “Uhm…maybe 3 months from now? I never really pay attention because that’ll probably freak me out.” he shrugged before picking up his script and putting it back in his bag. “You should take me to work with you, I’d make it fun, right?” He leaned and him and let out a comfortable groan, “You’re always so warm..”

“and your eyes. but i was only allowed to pick one and your lips can definitely do more that your eyes can.” he smiled, lifting his arms up and twirling in a circle. “i guarantee, as unimpressive as it looks, it’s better without the clothes. not saying it’s a ten, but better…” he said with a chuckle. he didn’t know where this was going, whether it was harmless or something more, but he’d been too good for too long and he was in the mood to do something spontaneous, something he might regret. 

It was the perfect reaction that he was looking for, Malachi didn’t seem too opposed to how wandering his eyes were, and Rafael caught the way those eyes looked back and he bit his lower lip at the last statement. “Why couldn’t you have been showering ten minutes ago? I could have used some extra hands,” he teased.

Truthfully, this is all that Saint was able to think of during the duration of their gaming as well. It’s what he was usually thinking about when he was with Malachi, unless they were at a bar together scoping other people to take home with them. He loved being on his knees like this for his best friend, there was nothing quite like exploring the bounds of sexuality with a friend. “Guess not, just ain’t want them walkin’ in on us is all.” Saint says, taking the thick length by the base and giving it a few strokes as he cradled the velvety-smooth skin of the head with his tongue, eyes trained you on Malachi’s face. Of course, Saint wouldn’t mind if either of Malachi’s fathers walked in on them — he likes an audience. He wouldn’t be opposed to the two of them watching him ride their son if they were so inclined. Saint smirks as he gets that curse from the other, finally wrapping his lips around the head, sucking it teasingly and moaning softly as he takes more of those glorious inches into his mouth — plump pink lips stretched around that girth as he starts to bob his head. Saint loves sucking dick, the taste and weight of it on his tongue, the sounds he can draw from within his lovers, it was one of his favorite things to do. Saint wastes no more time taking as much of that dick as he possibly can, the head of Malachi’s length pressing into the back of his throat. Saint relaxes his throat, inviting it deep into his throat, feeling it curve down as he puts both hands on Malachi’s thighs, leaning forward to get the entire thing down his throat. He gags around it, tears springing to his eyes as his body starts to reject the dick lodged in his throat, but Saint fights against that reflex — tear-filled eyes staring up at his best friend before he finally pulls back with a sputter and a gasp for breath. He strokes the length, now wet with his saliva, and smirks up at his friend. “Big dick, muhfucka.” He says it like it’s an insult. Saint usually never struggles to deep throat, but ever since he started fooling around with Malachi, he’s struggled to deep throat him for longer than a few seconds. He sticks out his tongue, tapping the head against it as he catches his breath, eyes still locked on Malachi’s — he’s all about eye contact.