as he said, "I heard you can suck your own dick."

Pickles paled a little and his fingers clutched the bottle harder. "What the...who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter."

The next morning Ofdensen was on the phone, a bit concerned. "Pickles, I'd love to give you the day off, but we really need you here today. We have that..."
over Pickles' face, since his mouth had been slack jawed from his own orgasm.
worn out, so they turned in early. unnatural calling that condo in Santa Barbara home, as gorgeous at it was, and even though that's where his husband lived.
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acked?" When he heard in theWha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!",

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Raising an eyebrow, Pickles asked, "What?" He understood that this could lead to absolutely anything, good or bad, trivial or devastating.

A wolfish grin spread on Seth's lips as he said, "I heard you can suck your own dick."

Pickles paled a little and his fingers clutched the bottle harder. "What the...who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter."

He sat panting at Seth's feet for a while, listening to the soft sounds of his brother's heavy breathing and sighing. He went to know that!" the brunette said, and he pushed again, harder this time.
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"Geaaahh, Seth, seriously!"

"Hehehe, this is fun." He took one hand off to take his cigarette out for a second, and ashed on Pickles' face.

"What the fuck, man?" Pickles whined, wiping at his face, spitting and coughing up the dust
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over Pickles' face, since his mouth had been slack jawed from his own orgasm.
worn out, so they turned in early. unnatural calling that condo in Santa Barbara home, as gorgeous at it was, and even though that's where his husband d them both off before having to be told, paying partongue, but impatient for much, much more. He kept thinking back to what he had seen, focusing on how Pickles' tongue had looked, flicking, caressing.

Pickles dragged his tongue from the base all the way to the head in one, slow, teasing slurp and then held Setime," Pickles mumbled, shaking
He sat panting at Seth's feet for a while, listening to the soft sounds of his brother's heavy breathing and sighing. He went to know that!" the brunette said, and he pushed again, harder this time.
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here his husband lived.
spread on Seth's lips as he said, "I heard you can suck your own dick."

Pickles paled a little and his fingers clutched the bottle harder. "What the...who told you that?"

"Doesn't matter."

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After the long drive, he tossed his keys on the couch a bit unnatural calling that condo in Santa Barbara home, as gorgeous at it was, and even though that's where his husband lived.

After the long drive, he tossed his keys on the couch and shuffled lazily to the kitchen for a beer. As he turned the corner, he paused for just a second, and his heart skipped a beat. It was just Seth leaning against the fridge, and cleaned them both off before having to be told, paying partongue, but impatient for much, much more. He kept thinking back to what he had seen, focusing on how Pickles' tongue had looked, flicking, caressing.

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He sat panting at Seth's feet for a whilething like that?"

Seth put down his beer and replied, with a half snarl, "It doesn't fucking matter, Pickles. I want to see it."

Now the redhead's face matched his dreads
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Feeling his heart flutter and color spread to his cheeks, the redhead nodded and looked down to Seth's heaving chest.

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you, mother fucker," Seth whispered, leaning back. He took in a breath, and asked, "Please suck me off, Pickles," in a sarcastic voice.

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oth hands, breathing into his lap. His brother looked vulnerable like that, leaned back into the couch, Seth whined
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ticular attentionsuggesting to Pickles that he should unzip his fly for him. Seth closed his eyes as he felt the other's fingers soft but firm around his erection. "You never do me like that, you little bastard," he sighed.
beneath the soft, pink shirt, letting his fingernails snag the fabric, and he brought his mouth to the other's cock, letting his breath tickle the skin just barely. When he darted out his tongue for a quick peck, Seth moaned and trembled. Pickles smiled.

"Put it in your mouth!" Seth practically yelled. His other hand clamped

"Naht true!" Pickles protested.

"O Jesus, I don't care about that right now, just do me like you did yourself, fuck!" Seth whined
to his husband, who looked dead to the world, splayed out against the back of the couch. But whe, the redhead nodded and looked down to Seth's heaving chest.

"Alright, don hide it with his hands as he muttered, "Awww, come on, I can't just do it just like that. It's hard, you know?"
Wha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!", he thought he had an idea, but he kept it to himself.

"Hehe, ya you could say that." And

"O, don't worry," Seth said, and he started up on his hands and knees on the couch, slowly putting himself above Pickles' body. "I'll help you."
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I just wanted to wait until you'd be the least willing to do it." he gave the redhead a low, smug chuckle that both infuriated and stimulated him.
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"What, so you could get a kick out of forcing me?" Pickles grumbled. Of course he was hard by know, but he did still have the image of his nice warm bed firmly affixed in his mind. "Come on, man, you don't know how hard that is. I won't be able to tonight, I'm telling ya!" he complained softly.

"Pickles, I'm not fucking asking you," Seth said, and his
break your fucking legs Crawl, bitch."

"Dood, seriously dood, you don't want to see me right now, ok? I'm telling you, I can't come in, I can't even walk, dood, I am not shitting you."

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"Wait, so all this time...I don't understand."

Seth put a bent finger beneath Pickles' chin and felt his cock twitch
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and led him to the floor.

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Seth chuckled, "Quit stalling, you jack off, and blow yoursel in his upper thigh. "Don't push me, dood, please!" Quietly, he muttered, "This is fucking bullshit, man, mother fucker..."

"Hey, you got time to cuss, you got time to..." Seth stopped and thought for a moment, sucking on the cigarette reflectively. "Ah, whatever rhymes with cuss but means suck," he exclaimed. Sticking the cigarette
f!" He took out

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n the redhead turned to leave, Seth shot his hand to the other's arm and yanked him over his lap.

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contemplative, almost distant. Seth hadn't done anything sexual with him for almost a week, except for the standard caresses in bed and the kisses
acked?" When he heard in theWha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!", he thought he had an idea, but he kept it to himself.

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here his husband lived.

After the long drive, he tossed his keys on the couch and shuffled lazily to the kitchen for a beer. As he turned the corner, he paused for just a second, and his heart skipped a beat. It was just Seth leaning against the fridge, but Pickles couldn't help but get at least a little excited whenever he saw him. Lately his brother had been acting contemplative, almost distant. Seth hadn't done anything sexual with him for almost a week, except for the standard caresses in bed and the kisses
acked?" When he heard in theWha...Pickles, what happened? Were you attacked?" When he heard in the background "Hang the fuck up!", he thought he had an idea, but he kept it to himself.

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"Hehe, ya you could say that." And he hung up.

Back at Pickles' house, the couple lay back in