“I think we’ve got time for a quick blowjob,” he says, his crooked smile making my chest warm. “No, you don’t,” Grayson says, walking out onto the balcony. “I don’t have any spare suits if things get messy. So keep it in your pants until later tonight.” I chuck Grayson’s shoulder. “Man, I thought we were friends, and here you are, cockblocking me.” “I am doing no such thing, Joe. I’m keeping things running on time and on schedule. You two can whip your cocks out later.”
