That made me giggle. “I bet.”
I had a pretty good idea of what they bothmade, and their cheap apartment probably let them save quite a bit. “Have youguys been thinking about finding a new place? I mean, I know you’d have to paymore in a better part of town, but you’d probably end up with a bigger apartmentand bigger bedrooms. You might even be able to find a small house you couldrent, which would be even better.”
If their fears were because they worriedmoving meant they might end up living apart, I wanted to make them see thatdidn’t have to be the case. They were so close, I knew they’d be miserableliving on their own.
Ryan slowly nodded. “Yeah, I like the ideaof a house.” There was a little pause before he bumped his knee against theseat to get Scott’s attention. “What do you think? Would you want a biggerbedroom? What do you think about the yard?”
Scott’s tension leaked out of him like hewas a deflating balloon until he was relaxed against the seat and smiling. “I’mnot sure I want to mow. But something small and easy to take care of? Yeah, Ican see that.” Then he chuckled. “But if anyone needs a bigger bedroom, it’syou. You’re living in a closet.”
Ryan groaned. “It was a coin toss. Nobodycheated.”
They were so funny.
“How about we look for someplace for youguys with big bedrooms, or maybe even two master suites? That way nobody has tofeel bad about a coin toss.”
They both nodded, with tender smiles ontheir faces. It made me wonder how many other little things were out there thatthey never discussed because they were afraid of upsetting the other. We werereally going to have to work on their communication skills. They were going toend up robbed or worse in their neighborhood just because they were afraid ofwhat change might look like.
As I turned back around in my seat andstarted the car, I mentally started rearranging my to-do list to make sure theylooked at apartments soon. Even if they had to break their lease, I wanted themout of there before something bad happened. They might think I was a worrywart,but I had a feeling I watched the news more than they did.
This neighborhood wasn’t just goingdownhill, it was crumbling like an earthquake had hit it, and I didn’t wantthem there when it bottomed out.
The drive over to the history museum wasfairly uneventful. On a Saturday afternoon, without all the weekday traffic,the roads were easy to maneuver through. The lack of insane drivers on the roadlet me relax back in my seat and reach over to caress up and down Scott’s leg.
Ryan gave a chuckle from the back seat as Scottgave a low moan when my fingers caressed over his erection. I teased, “You’regoing to get us kicked out of the museum if I take you in there like this.”
I squeezed his dick just enough to make himsquirm and moan again. It took Scott several tries before he could respond. “I…you…Ithink it might be your fault.”
It was my turn to chuckle. “Oh no, you’rethe naughty boy with a hard cock; I’m just pointing out how wicked you are.” Ilet my fingers tease around the head of his dick before I went back tocaressing the length through his jeans.
“Were you a good boy who left your cockalone or did you play with yourself?”
They both moaned, and in the rearviewmirror, I caught a glimpse of Ryan shifting in the back seat. In my peripheralvision, I saw Scott squeeze his eyes shut, blushing faintly. “I was good, Sir.”
His needy words had my own erectionthrobbing. As we came to a stoplight, I glanced back in the rearview mirroragain. “Ryan, were you good? I know I made you both sleep naked last night.Were you good boys or did you cheat and have orgasms?”
They’d both already danced around the topicearlier in their text messages, but making them say the words out loud was evenmore erotic. “I don’t want to have to punish you both if you were naughty.”
That was a lie.
I wouldn’t mind punishing my sexy subs.However, they’d been good, and I knew they wanted to come more than they wantedto be punished. Well, Scott seemed to be more than a little curious about beingpunished, but I had other plans for him.
Ryan took a deep breath before shaking hishead and then nodding. Realizing how confusing his response was, he swallowedand forced words out. “We were both…very good.”
“So you deserve a reward for being good?” Iran my nails over Scott’s erection. They were short, but it was just enoughsensation to have him arching his hips up and making a whining sound that hadRyan moaning in the back seat.
Scott gasped out, “Yes, please.”
When the light turned green, I almostgrowled in frustration. The lights could’ve stayed red forever and I wouldn’thave complained. Playing with my boys was so much fun. As we approacheddowntown, and the streets got narrower, I finally moved my hand back over tothe steering wheel.
Scott slumped back in the seat and tookseveral long, deep breaths while Ryan chuckled. “You sound like you just gotback from a five-mile run.”
Scott didn’t seem to mind his teasing. “Youtry not coming when he’s doing that, and then tell me it’s easy.”
I loved to see the little peeks into whattheir friendship looked like when they weren’t nervous or focusing on the newemotions running through their relationship. I smiled as Scott continued histeasing response. “Besides, you’re just jealous.”
Ryan chuckled again. “I wouldn’t sayjealous, but you bet your ass on the way back I’m going to race you for thatfront seat like I was ten years old again and fighting you for shotgun.”
That had all of us cracking up as I pulledinto the parking lot beside the museum. I parked the car and turned off theengine, then glanced between the two of them and shook my head. “Are you goingto behave in here?”
