Before he could twist away, Joe covered his mouth and forced it open with the strength of his jaw. I'd grown wet the minute Sean slammed his hand on the table, but now I was soaked.
The overwhelming scent of testosterone had me squirming in my chair. 'Then you better make sure I enjoy it, big man.' Sure of his allure, whatever his position, Sean tilted his seam-splitting bulge until it tapped Joe's scrotum and set it swinging. 'You fuck me face-to-face or not at all.' Joe's cock stood out from his charcoal wool trousers like one of his pirate ship's guns. The space between them shimmered with tension. 'No more,’ he said, panting but triumphant. Gathering himself with a grunt of effort, he not only turned himself around but managed, inch by inch, to back Sean against the refrigerator. Luckily for him, the labour he'd been putting in for Sean's uncle had done his muscles some extra good. 'I think you're dying to bend over and take me.'
'Not in the mood, eh?' Sean flicked the underside of the long flushed shaft with his thumbnail. Joe growled in protest, but with two expert strokes his penis stirred, and in six Sean had him as hard as I'd ever seen him. 'Oh, really?' Quick as a flash, Sean had Joe's zip down and his cock out. 'Piss off,’ Joe said, his face plastered sideways against the freezer door. 'You know that kind of whining demands a good swift kick in the butt.' He planted his knee between Joe's cheeks as if to demonstrate where he'd land it. 'I can tell I've been neglecting your discipline,' Sean said in his formal master's voice. 'Hey,' he said, trying to break free, an impossible task with his arms bent up between his shoulder blades. I gripped the table edge in shock, but I could see Joe wasn't hurt, only angry. 'Fuck if I care.' With an ease born of years of competitive wrestling, Sean plucked Joe out of his chair and slammed him, face front, into the refrigerator. I'm not in the mood to play drill sergeant.'
He put one hand on its back, one on the table, and stuck his nose in Joe's face. 'Enough snivelling.' He strode around the table to stand beside Joe's chair. His chair scraped loudly as he shoved it back. Sean's palm slammed the table so hard my knife jumped to the floor.
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