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Grady squeezes between them. He groans as he stretches out, moving muscles that are starting to ache. But it’s a good kind of sore and he loves it. He hopes their escapades leave marks on him. Scratches and bruises and bite marks. He wants everyone to know he belongs to them. And he wants them to take care of him when they notice.
Earl’s half asleep on Grady’s left side. But the humming wakes him and he lets out an annoyed sounding huff. “Boy, what the fuck ya humming?” He asks, rolling closer.
Grady’s skin flushes. “Was I… was I humming? He asks slowly. He hadn’t even realized he was. He swears he wasn’t humming. But oddly enough, there is a song in his head. Huh. But he shrugs and shakes his head, not wanting to disrupt Earl. He knows the grumpy man wants to sleep. “Nothing.”
“The fuck it ain’t, boy.” Earl snaps, sitting up. “I heard ya humming something. Sounds familiar.”
Grady sighs deeply and clears his throat. He starts humming a little louder and then starts singing the stupid song. “It’s okay, when it’s in a 3-way. It’s not gay, when it’s in a 3-way. With a honey in the middle, there’s some leeway. The area’s gray, in a 1-2-3-way.” He finishes and clears his throat again.
Valentine sniggers as he rolls closer. He props his head up on his hand, hovering over the younger man. He lets his gaze roam over Grady’s flushed skin for a moment before he brings his other hand to the younger man’s stomach. He drags his finger through the white smear of drying cum from his stomach and smirks. “No… this is very gay, Grady.” He says, lifting his finger and staring at it.
Earl wrinkles his nose before he leans closer and opens his mouth. He wraps his lips around the tip of Valentine’s finger and doesn’t hesitate to suck the cum off him.
Valentine raises an eyebrow. “That is also pretty gay.”
Earl grunts as he pulls away and flops down on Grady’s other side. “Everythin’ we just did is fuckin’ gay.” He mumbles. “Now shut the fuck up an’ sleep.” He says, pillowing his head on Grady’s shoulder.