Hot Like Me
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
3,902
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ch. 8: "You Did What???"
Part VIII: "You Did What???"
It had taken a little less than ten minutes, but Jake felt like it had taken hours, having had to listen to all that moaning, and grunting, and heavy breathing coming from the back seat of his car. He had tried turning up the volume on the radio to drown it out, but each time he did it seemed like Harley just got louder.
Jake pulled the Jeep hurriedly into the circular drive in front of the Sheffields' place, slamming on the brakes when he reached the front door. The sudden lurch of the vehicle prompted a loud yelp from the back seat passenger.
"Shit!" Harley yelped. "Fuck, that hurt!"
"Y'okay, baby?" Trey inquired.
"Damn," Harley cursed. "My fuckin' hair's caught in my zipper!"
Jake blanched. "What the hell are you doing back there?"
Trey looked over at Jake and exploded with laughter. "Well, he is pretty flexible. Must be from all those body rolls." Trey began laughing hysterically at his own wit.
Jake covered his face with his hands, shaking his head.
"Not my head hair, assholes. My other hair. Fuck..." The men in the front seat could hear Harley shifting and scooting around on the seat. His leather pants squeaked noisily as he carefully attempted to detach the zipper from his neatly trimmed triangle of honey-blond pubic hair.
Opening the door, Jake hopped out of his Jeep. Trey opened the passenger side door as well, struggling with the tangled seat belt holding him prisoner. "A little help here..."
Jake rolled his eyes, wondering what heinous crime he'd committed in a past life to deserve this evening. He walked around the Jeep and leaned over Trey, straightening out the seat belt and helping the man out of the car.
Trey, still wildly intoxicated, threw his arms around Jake's neck and hugged him, swaying back and forth. "You know I love ya, man. You're such a good guy..." Trey ruffled Jake's hair and kissed him on the cheek, a messy kind of wet slobbering thing.
Jake pushed Trey away, wiping off his soggy cheek with his shirt sleeve. "Ick," he spat distastefully. "For God's sake, Trey, get a grip on yourself!"
"I had a really good grip on myself until you stopped the goddamn Jeep!" Harley slurred loudly from the back seat.
Trey looked like he was going to fall down, so Jake leaned him against the hood of the Jeep before going to help the man's shit-faced brother out of the vehicle. Once he'd pulled Harley ungracefully from the rear seat, the younger Sheffield brother flung himself at his rescuer.
"This man," Harley stated, addressing Trey and pointing to Jake, his voice unusually high-pitched from the alcohol, "took my virginity. I just wanted you to know that."
Trey snickered, his body beginning to slide down the front bumper of the Jeep. "Tell me something I don't already know, jerk."
Harley, his knees buckling under him, began to giggle uncontrollably. "He's got a scar on his dick where I bit him once. Bet ya didn't know that."
Trey began laughing so hard that he could no longer hold himself up. His butt hit the asphalt of the driveway with a loud smack.
"Sweet Jesus," Jake hissed under his breath. "Get your asses inside before your neighbors file a report." He wrapped one of Harley's arms around his neck and propped the boy up, then reached down to help Trey off of the pavement. Jake, not being a tremendously big guy, grunted and breathed heavily as he supported both men and pulled them into the house.
Trey and Harley tumbled to the hardwood floor of the foyer the instant Jake released his grip, the pair of them landing with a thud and laughing uproariously. The older brother looked over at his sibling.
"You bit him? On the dick? And it left a scar?" Trey asked him, still snorting and laughing helplessly.
Harley nodded, smiling sheepishly and giggling. "It was a accident. My first blow job. Got carried away. Nobody had warned me about the teeth thing."
"Your technique has improved." Trey began to laugh so hard that tears were streaming down his face.
Harley wiggled his eyebrows and leered sexily at his brother, running his tongue across his full, lower lip.
Jake, his hands on his hips, glared down at the brothers like a stern schoolmaster chastising recalcitrant students.
"That's it. I'm leaving," the Brit said. "You're both sick. Trey, call me when your hangover goes away so we can fetch your car. Harley, keep your fucking mouth shut about us or I'll tell your brother the popsicle story."
Harley's gasped and his mouth flew open. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I, Princess?" Jake grinned mischievously. He leaned down and pecked Harley on the cheek, then did the same with Trey. "If you fellas need anything, call me. I'm going home. It's been... interesting."
Harley looked at Trey, a silly grin breaking out on his face. "He's gonna go home now and bang the bottom out of the little woman. I know that me jacking off in the back seat of his car got him hot."
Trey sputtered a laugh.
Jake sighed, rolled his eyes, and left.
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© Copyright 2006 Justin Tyler. All rights reserved. Publication or distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Justin Tyler.
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It had taken a little less than ten minutes, but Jake felt like it had taken hours, having had to listen to all that moaning, and grunting, and heavy breathing coming from the back seat of his car. He had tried turning up the volume on the radio to drown it out, but each time he did it seemed like Harley just got louder.
Jake pulled the Jeep hurriedly into the circular drive in front of the Sheffields' place, slamming on the brakes when he reached the front door. The sudden lurch of the vehicle prompted a loud yelp from the back seat passenger.
"Shit!" Harley yelped. "Fuck, that hurt!"
"Y'okay, baby?" Trey inquired.
"Damn," Harley cursed. "My fuckin' hair's caught in my zipper!"
Jake blanched. "What the hell are you doing back there?"
Trey looked over at Jake and exploded with laughter. "Well, he is pretty flexible. Must be from all those body rolls." Trey began laughing hysterically at his own wit.
Jake covered his face with his hands, shaking his head.
"Not my head hair, assholes. My other hair. Fuck..." The men in the front seat could hear Harley shifting and scooting around on the seat. His leather pants squeaked noisily as he carefully attempted to detach the zipper from his neatly trimmed triangle of honey-blond pubic hair.
Opening the door, Jake hopped out of his Jeep. Trey opened the passenger side door as well, struggling with the tangled seat belt holding him prisoner. "A little help here..."
Jake rolled his eyes, wondering what heinous crime he'd committed in a past life to deserve this evening. He walked around the Jeep and leaned over Trey, straightening out the seat belt and helping the man out of the car.
Trey, still wildly intoxicated, threw his arms around Jake's neck and hugged him, swaying back and forth. "You know I love ya, man. You're such a good guy..." Trey ruffled Jake's hair and kissed him on the cheek, a messy kind of wet slobbering thing.
Jake pushed Trey away, wiping off his soggy cheek with his shirt sleeve. "Ick," he spat distastefully. "For God's sake, Trey, get a grip on yourself!"
"I had a really good grip on myself until you stopped the goddamn Jeep!" Harley slurred loudly from the back seat.
Trey looked like he was going to fall down, so Jake leaned him against the hood of the Jeep before going to help the man's shit-faced brother out of the vehicle. Once he'd pulled Harley ungracefully from the rear seat, the younger Sheffield brother flung himself at his rescuer.
"This man," Harley stated, addressing Trey and pointing to Jake, his voice unusually high-pitched from the alcohol, "took my virginity. I just wanted you to know that."
Trey snickered, his body beginning to slide down the front bumper of the Jeep. "Tell me something I don't already know, jerk."
Harley, his knees buckling under him, began to giggle uncontrollably. "He's got a scar on his dick where I bit him once. Bet ya didn't know that."
Trey began laughing so hard that he could no longer hold himself up. His butt hit the asphalt of the driveway with a loud smack.
"Sweet Jesus," Jake hissed under his breath. "Get your asses inside before your neighbors file a report." He wrapped one of Harley's arms around his neck and propped the boy up, then reached down to help Trey off of the pavement. Jake, not being a tremendously big guy, grunted and breathed heavily as he supported both men and pulled them into the house.
Trey and Harley tumbled to the hardwood floor of the foyer the instant Jake released his grip, the pair of them landing with a thud and laughing uproariously. The older brother looked over at his sibling.
"You bit him? On the dick? And it left a scar?" Trey asked him, still snorting and laughing helplessly.
Harley nodded, smiling sheepishly and giggling. "It was a accident. My first blow job. Got carried away. Nobody had warned me about the teeth thing."
"Your technique has improved." Trey began to laugh so hard that tears were streaming down his face.
Harley wiggled his eyebrows and leered sexily at his brother, running his tongue across his full, lower lip.
Jake, his hands on his hips, glared down at the brothers like a stern schoolmaster chastising recalcitrant students.
"That's it. I'm leaving," the Brit said. "You're both sick. Trey, call me when your hangover goes away so we can fetch your car. Harley, keep your fucking mouth shut about us or I'll tell your brother the popsicle story."
Harley's gasped and his mouth flew open. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I, Princess?" Jake grinned mischievously. He leaned down and pecked Harley on the cheek, then did the same with Trey. "If you fellas need anything, call me. I'm going home. It's been... interesting."
Harley looked at Trey, a silly grin breaking out on his face. "He's gonna go home now and bang the bottom out of the little woman. I know that me jacking off in the back seat of his car got him hot."
Trey sputtered a laugh.
Jake sighed, rolled his eyes, and left.
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© Copyright 2006 Justin Tyler. All rights reserved. Publication or distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Justin Tyler.
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