"Sounds to me like his mouth isn't the one you should be worried about, babe," she replied, smiling slyly. She dragged a finger down over his lips, parting them and sliding the digit in over his tongue. "Because now you've got me curious about exactly where this pretty little mouth has been."
Dean pulled back, the finger popping out as he tried desperately to think of what to say in response. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced up to the rearview mirror, catching Seth's eyes looking back at him with great amusement.
"Yeah, Dean, tell her," Seth goaded, secretly thankful that the sexual tension was being alleviated somewhat by his friend's rising panic. "I'm sure she'd looooove to know." He grinned smugly as he returned Dean's glare.
Just as Dean leaned forward to smack Seth again, Renee grabbed his arm and pulled him over to her, slipping his hand between her legs and up under her skirt. She kissed him hungrily, then turned his head and whispered into his ear, "You know, I won't be mad if you tell me. In fact, just the thought of it is getting me really hot. Can you feel it? I'm getting wet already."
Dean let out a groan as his fingers slid up her inner thigh and traced the crease of her pussy, which was radiating waves of heat even through her panties and tights. She egged him on by moving her hips toward his hand, pressing it more firmly against her. "Fuck, you're evil," he growled, dropping his head down and nuzzling his face into her chest, nipping longingly at her breasts through her blouse. "You better watch out, or you're gonna get fucked hard right here in this back seat."
"Mmmm, that depends on how good your story is," she responded, lifting her leg and digging the high heel of her boot into his thigh. She sat back against the car door with her legs slightly parted and looked at him expectantly. "So let's hear it."
Dean's gaze traveled up her legs and he squeaked out a small gasp as he caught a glimpse of white panties underneath the black patterned hose. His dick surged suddenly and he grabbed at his jeans to keep them from pinching his expanding hard-on.
Once he had adjusted himself, he took a deep breath and nervously said, "Look, I dunno what you're looking to hear, but...I guess I did what everybody does...y'know, experimenting and all that shit. People go through phases," he explained, suddenly at an unusual loss for words. "It.....it wasn't even really that bad...I mean, this fuckin' slut right here has done waaayyyy more weird shit than I have," he said, nodding in Seth's direction in the hopes of shifting the attention away from himself.
Seth's mouth dropped open and he scoffed loudly in surprise, shouting, "YOU. SHUT. UP!!" in shocked disgust. "Don't drag me into this!"
"Why don't you tell her about the time you let Jimmy Jacobs suck you off in front of like, five other guys, huh? I love that story," Dean shot back, staring daggers into the rearview and smirking.
"IT WASN'T FIVE!! ......it was only three, and that's including me," Seth blurted out before he could stop from defending himself.
"Haaaa.....told ya," Dean retorted, a self-satisfied sneer on his face. "Fuckin' mouth got you in trouble, didn't it? Now you have to tell her. It's the rules."
"What rules?" Seth asked, exasperated. "You're an idiot."
"Please, tell me," Renee spoke up, her voice slicing through the discord. She leaned forward until Seth's blonde hair was tickling her cheek and whispered, "I swear I won't tell a soul. As far as I'm concerned, anything that happens inside of this car just between us. And also, remember, this car has tinted windows."
"Oooohhhh yeah...I forgot," he said, biting his lip. "But still...why should I spill my guts to you and embarrass myself even more? I mean...what's in it for me?" he inquired, turning his face slightly toward hers and glancing down at her lips as he spoke.
Dean saw it and pulled back on Renee's arm, shifting her back into the seat. "Let me handle this," he said, leaning in close to the dark-haired man's ear. He made eye contact with Renee and winked, then silently mouthed, "Watch."
He flicked out his tongue and licked a long stripe up the side of Seth's muscular neck, pausing at the top to capture his earlobe between his teeth and draw it into his mouth, sucking lazily. He glanced over at the blonde watching and saw her gasp and moan quietly, her hands quickly moving up to cover her shocked expression.
"Sethie, you know damn well what's in it for you," Dean purred into his ear, smirking when the other started to tremble. "If you do a real good job telling this story, you just might get to see something you've been dying to watch for a long time."
"Well...that could be a couple of things," Seth answered hesitantly, still unsure of where this was going. "I think if I have to sit up here and tell you guys this story, somebody should be nice enough to help me out with this," he said, palming the insistent bulge in his pants. "It's only fair, seeing as how it's your fault."
Dean chuckled and looked back at Renee, who was nodding and biting her knuckle in rapt anticipation. "Yeah, I suppose," he acquiesced, bringing his arm around Seth's body between the front seats and giving his cock a couple of firm gropes through the taut material of his jeans. "But you better do a real good job telling it, or else no dick love for you. Understand?"
Seth shivered again, nodding his head in agreement. "Okay...so where do you want me to start?"
"Wait, I'm the journalist here, let me ask the questions," Renee said eagerly. "Why don't you start by telling us the circumstances that led to you getting a public blowjob from....did you say Jimmy Jacobs? As in, like, ROH Jimmy Jacobs??"
"Yeah, you know Jimmy, right? Likes makeup, nail polish, wearing skirts..." Dean replied, counting off the list on his fingers.
"Of course I do," she said, still a bit shell-shocked from the unexpected truth bomb. "I mean, I don't know him, but I know who he is."
"Yeah, well, he and Slut Boy here go way back," Dean continued, settling in at Renee's side and putting his hand back on her thigh. "All the way back to their gay porn days, right, Sethie?" he antagonized, thoroughly enjoying putting him on the spot.
"Uuuuuggghhh...how many times do I have to tell you, it was NOT gay porn!!" Seth snarled, an edge of annoyance in his voice. "God, you're such a fucking dick."
"You love my fucking dick," Dean fired back, adding, "and I dunno about you, but as far as I'm concerned, a fucking horny twink orgy definitely qualifies as gay porn."
"Noooo, it doesn't, because they didn't film that part, asshole," Seth replied indignantly.
"Well, if it wasn't gay porn, what was it then?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised as he waited for a better answer.
"It was just....guys....blowing off steam..." Seth trailed off awkwardly, his cheeks flushing. "Look, do you want to hear this story, or what?"
"You were blowing something, alright," Dean quipped, grinning as Renee shoved him and broke into giggles. "Fine, go ahead, tell it....and make it sexy. I've got some important business to take care of back here, so, y'know....don't go too fast."
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