✿ Boy-boy Scene. Skip if you're not comfortable ✿

Randall couldn't stand it.

Without a word, he unbuttoned his own pants, pulling it down and freeing his own erection. Well, technically, it wasn't free as it was gripped within the lovely hands of the young man that was busy kissing him along the neck, his tongue making a trail along his skin.

Randall couldn't think straight anymore. He barely heard the door opening, until those magic fingers and tongue stopped.

"We have company," Kyle said in his ear, as he nibbled at the earlobe and licking alongside it before running the tip of his tongue along the inner lobe.

"Umm-mmm-mmm," Randall mumbled, trying to think straight as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he felt that tongue being evil.

He just got harder and he felt Kyle grip him even more as he played with the pre-cum that was already leaking out, his fingers swirling around the most sensitive part of his shaft. Randall shivered in pleasure.

"Sorry, couldn't help that," Kyle said with a laugh, obviously not the least bit sorry at all.

Kyle let go of the huge c*ck in his hands and sat up, leaving Randall in a very embarrassing - and frustrating - position. Lying on his back, his c*ck high in the air. Then he felt his boxers being pulled back up to cover it as Kyle said with a smile while patting it, "That's not just for anyone to see."

The warmth hit Randall's heart in such a force that he quickly got up with a growl, intending to kiss the young man senseless. The sense of possessiveness that seemed to come out of that young man's lips was just too tempting and ignited his passion further.

Kyle stopped Randall, one hand on his chest and a finger on his lips while shaking his head, "We have an audience. I forgot about that."

Randall turned to glare at the poor men that had entered while his bodyguards were standing stiffly, their faces seemingly stoic but the redness along their necks was a dead giveaway.

"OUT!! ALL OF YOU!!" Randall roared.

Everyone, except two of his bodyguards that stayed behind.

"But Boss," one bravely said, "We can't leave you alone. Orders."

Randall hesitated, knowing that these two were given to him by his Boss. As he was thinking, he heard Dean say, "That's fine. I don't mind a foursome. They're not bad, really ... "

"OUT!!" Randall shouted, "OUT! OUT! OUT!"

Once they were all out, Randal turned towards Kyle and growled menacingly, "Foursome, huh? You really wanted a foursome?!"

He grabbed Kyle's shirt and ran his hands underneath it, saying as he brought Kyle close to him, "I will show you that I am more than enough to satisfy you. Several times over."

Kyle smirked.

Randall pulled up Kyle's singlet up and over his head, throwing it impatiently to the side.

He stared at the beautifully exposed skin, tight abs, and pink nipples. It was already all puckered up, making Randall even more excited. To know that he was capable of making this young one's body react to him made him feel special.

Randall paid very special attention to the porcelain-like skin in front of him. He couldn't get enough of it. He kissed, bit and sucked, relishing in the fact that the young man allowed him to do so.

Randall was no fool.

There was no way he would be doing all of this if Dean didn't let him. Randall was getting impatient, as he kissed lower and lower, getting closer to the one spot he so desperately wanted.

His hand was already touching it, feeling its hardness and its length through the boxers.

"No," Kyle said, stopping Randall just as he was about to pull down the boxers.

"Why?" Randall asked, hurt in his eyes as his hands didn't stop stroking Kyle.

"You stink," Kyle said simply.

Randall's eyes narrowed.

"Of cigar smoke," Kyle explained, "Despite cleaning your mouth twice, I can still taste it."

Of course, 'cleaning' here was the deep kisses they had been sharing before.

"I don't like it," Kyle said, poking Randall's forehead, "And the smell is also ruining the mood."

"Well," Randall said as he pulled the top of the boxers down a bit and started twirling his thumb slowly on the slightly exposed tip, "If I have this in my mouth, I'm sure it'll get the smell out."

"That wouldn't work," growled Kyle, his eyes darkening further with lust, as he was getting turned on despite doing his best to control it.

Damn the hormones that decided to spike right at that point.

Randall only got more excited seeing those desire-filled eyes of Dean, as he smiled and said, "You wouldn't know until you try."

With that, he quickly brought his head down and took just the tip into his mouth, licking the slight pre-cum that just emerged, causing Kyle to hiss through his teeth.

'Fuck,' Kyle thought to himself, 'This is bad.'

The feeling was beyond anything Kyle could have ever imagined. Just having the head of his c*ck in the man's mouth sent shivers of intense pleasure right to his soul.

Kyle grabbed Randall's head, his hair held in his fingers, fully intending to bring that stubborn man's head up before he lost all sense of reason. Even going into Zen mode at this point was neigh impossible, as he couldn't get calm enough to do so.

Unfortunately, the moment Randall felt those hands, he immediately went down and in one swift motion, had pulled aside the boxers and Kyle Jr was fully inside Randall's warm, wet mouth.

Kyle's head exploded and he couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips.

So this is what it felt like.

To have that part of your body deep within the mouth of another. Kyle had thought it would be something similar to when a woman had her breasts fondled and nipples sucked. But he was so wrong. The area of the sensitivity of the breast was rather small but this .. this was the entire length.

Everything was sensitive.

And it seemed to be connected to every single part of his body. The sensation was incredible.

Damn, no wonder guys loved BJs so much.

Randall sucked hard, hardly believing that Dean was allowing him to do this. He wasn't letting this golden opportunity let him by and he cherished the moment, as bobbed his head up and down, running his tongue along the hard length and relishing the taste of him.

Hearing the young man groan as he did this made Randall harder than ever before.

Randall also groaned in satisfaction when Dean started moving his hips, thrusting himself into his ever willing mouth.

Randall cupped Dean's b*lls in his hands, stroking them while never stopping the sucking. The entire room was being filled with the sounds of him slurping and Dean's low moans that he was trying hard to suppress.

When Randall felt that Dean was at his limit, Randall took his entire length deep into his throat. He felt it pulse, then warm, thick 'cream' was shot right down his throat as Dean grunted.