He dropped his head into his hands. ‘I can't do this. I'm running away to join the circus.'
Sean's palm slammed the table so hard my knife jumped to the floor. His chair scraped loudly as he shoved it back. 'Enough snivelling.' He strode around the table to stand beside Joe's chair. He put one hand on its back, one on the table, and stuck his nose in Joe's face. ‘I trained you better than this, boy. Show a little spine.'
Joe sighed. 'Not now, Sean. I'm not in the mood to play drill sergeant.'
'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 gripped the table edge in shock, but I could see Joe wasn't hurt, only angry.
'Hey,' he said, trying to break free, an impossible task with his arms bent up between his shoulder blades.
'I can tell I've been neglecting your discipline,' Sean said in his formal master's voice. '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.
'Piss off,’ Joe said, his face plastered sideways against the freezer door. ‘I told you I'm not in the mood.'
'Oh, really?' Quick as a flash, Sean had Joe's zip down and his cock out.
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.
'Not in the mood, eh?' Sean flicked the underside of the long flushed shaft with his thumbnail. 'I think you're dying to bend over and take me.'
Joe lost his cool at that. Luckily for him, the labour he'd been putting in for Sean's uncle had done his muscles some extra good. Gathering himself with a grunt of effort, he not only turned himself around but managed, inch by inch, to back Sean against the refrigerator.
'No more,’ he said, panting but triumphant. The space between them shimmered with tension. Joe's cock stood out from his charcoal wool trousers like one of his pirate ship's guns. 'You fuck me face-to-face or not at all.'
Sure of his allure, whatever his position, Sean tilted his seam-splitting bulge until it tapped Joe's scrotum and set it swinging.
'Oh, really?' he cooed. 'Then you better make sure I enjoy it, big man.'
Joe reddened. A muscle ticked in his jaw. The overwhelming scent of testosterone had me squirming in my chair. I'd grown wet the minute Sean slammed his hand on the table, but now I was soaked.
Joe loomed over Sean, pressing closer. Before he could twist away, Joe covered his mouth and forced it open with the strength of his jaw. The instant their tongues clashed the two men melted, moaning and clutching each other as if they hadn't kissed in years.
I almost left the room then, but Joe caught the motion from the corner of his eye and waved me back to my chair.
Well, if he insists, I thought, hardly indifferent to the appeal of watching - especially when they were so into it.
Together, the heavy-breathing pair divested Sean -and only Sean - of his clothes. His powerful body gleamed under a coating of sweat. Joe wasted no time running his hands over every inch he could reach. But he soon ran out of patience.
Gripping his friend beneath the arms, he lifted Sean until their heads were level. Slowly, as if he couldn't believe he was allowing Joe to take the upper hand, Sean swung his legs around Joe's waist and crossed his ankles. His hips canted forward, positioning himself to be entered. Rapt, I watched the pucker of his anus flicker within its whorl of golden hair - with eagerness, I suspected, though trepidation might have played a part as well. Joe was no bantamweight.
'Kate,' Joe called, his voice reedy with strain.
I jumped to attention. By now, I knew how Joe's mind worked. I pawed through Sean's discarded clothes for the necessary accoutrements, finding what I wanted in the breast pocket of his plaid flannel shirt.
Joe paled as I rolled the sheath over his juddering erection, then whined through his teeth when I slathered KY Jelly down its length. I finished as quickly as I could.
'If you short-change me, I'll kill you,' Sean threatened, recognising Joe's Fm-about-to-die noises.
'Don't you worry,' Joe gritted back. 'I'm going to take my time and enjoy this.'
I wagged the lubricant in Sean's direction. 'Some for you?' I suggested gaily, feeling like a game show hostess.
'Why not?' Sean glanced down between their hard male bodies. Their cocks stood like crimson lances poised for battle. 'He's got a big piece of meat down there.'
Not fooled by his nonchalance, I knelt beneath him on the linoleum and squirted a generous dollop on to my fingers.