Hotshots (Wildfires Book 1)
shocked when he suggested the foursome for dinner, but hell, Trys and him had seen the way their friend was looking at Jez, they knew he would never make the first move, or if he did, he would fuck it up, because the guy was just a born PITA. He loved him, but sometimes he seriously needed to face reality. Right now, all he could think about was relieving some of the tension from the day.
    Training for a fire gave him the same feeling as sex sometimes, but not as intense, so he grinned when he saw Gray strip down to his skin and head for the shower. That eyebrow he’d raised as he looked back at Trys told him all he needed to know, and he peeled the sweaty shirt off and tossed it onto his bed. Once he’d removed the rest of his clothing, he went to his kit and grabbed a couple of condoms before heading to the shower. As far as he knew, Gray and he were pretty much exclusive to one another, but it was always better to be safe than sorry later on.
    He took his time admiring his friend’s body. The man was long and lean with well-defined muscles. His hands were soaping his cock and balls in a way that made Trys stop watching and step into the cubicle to assist him with that chore.
    “I see you got a head start on me, let’s see if I can help you with that.” His hands replaced Gray’s and he ran the soap between the tight muscles of the cheeks of his ass. “You know for a smoke eater, you’ve got a hell of a body.” He handed the condoms in his hand to Gray. “Hang on to these for a few, I see a spot that you missed shaving, I’ll take care of that for you.”
    Gray grabbed a handful of his hair to hold him in place long enough for a deep kiss, before letting his hold go so Trys could slide his tongue down his neck and chest to his nipple and give it a lick before taking it between his teeth and applying light pressure on the tiny nub. “Fuck, that is good, man, I need to feel your lips on me. Between you and Jezebel today I had a hard time concentrating on anything but her ass and your mouth. Even jacking off this morning didn’t help when she bent over and you smiled at the same fucking time. I thought I would come right then in my goddamned gear.”
    Trys looked up from his position on his knees, where he had Gray’s balls in his hand and the disposable razor in the other. “She has the same fuckin’ effect on me. Something about that little gal gives me a semi-hard cock every time I see her. I wanted to slap the shit out of Nix for being an ass to her earlier, and that’s not something I normally think of when I think about him. He’s a good friend, but he doesn’t swing from the same branches we do. Now that I think on it, he’s been a son-of-a-bitch since he found out she was joining this group.” He carefully slid the razor around Gray’s testicles and pulled on the slit between his ass cheeks.
    “Spread ‘em or you’re going to be left with a furry ass, and you know I’m not fond of hairy dental floss.”
    Gray decided he would do him one better, so he stepped back and turned around to bend at the waist and spread his long legs wall to wall in the shower stall as he gripped the shower bar. “There, this is as good as it gets in this space, if you can’t get to the spot, you are just gonna have to put up with it, or get little Jezzy in here and we can both enjoy her.”
    He felt the razor gliding up and over his taint and into the gap between his cheeks and moaned low. “Fuck, man, you want to move a little faster? My cock is as hard as a damned rock, and I’m not gonna’ last for long.”
    Trys tapped his thigh to distract him, but then the fucker grabbed the showerhead and directed it over his cock, balls, and asshole. He felt the pleasure that his body had wanted for the entire day begin to roll over him, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from spraying cum on the shower wall before he was ready.
    Trys licked Gray’s sac before running his tongue up and into the

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