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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐈𝐗 "𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒"
THE REST OF LAST night consisted of multiple beers being emptied, a bong passed around, and cigarettes occasionally. Rafe and I didn't sleep the way we usually do when we went to bed.
It was so distant. He went from clingy to pissed in a matter of seconds. His back turned from me, his knuckles squeezing tightly, his hair all a ruffled into a mop of mess. He wasn't taking everything that's happened to us very well.
This morning we all munched on Frosted Flakes quietly with pounding headaches from our hangovers. JJ was off too with his behavior.
"Angel," Rafe's lip tickles my ear gently.
"Yeah?" I sit on our bed, trying to figure out what costume I should wear for tonight.
"I really need you now."
"For what?" I frown.
"I, well..." he becomes bashful and turns away.
I then realize what he meant by need. I sit on top of his lap carefully, to which he responds to by bucking up his hips into me.
I smirk at this, kissing his jaw slowly and neatly. He groans lowly. "You gotta keep quiet for me, Rafe. We don't need JJ hearing how I got you moaning my name."
He hardens fully under me at my teasing words. This will be fun.
My hands moves down his body, palming him. I then dig out his dick from his white briefs. I pump the shaft slowly, my thumb flicking his tip repeatedly. As soon as my tongue touches him, JJ calls out my name.
"Duty calls," I shrug, scampering out before Rafe can do anything about it.
"Okay so I got my costume box out for you guys. Maybe you can find something you like?" He smiles.
"Great idea. Hmm..."
"What about sexy nurse and heart-throb doctor?" JJ chuckles.
"Mm, no. Too basic."
"Okay, respectable. How about milf police officer and prisoner escapee?"
"Oh my god, no!" I giggle.
I laugh till my stomach hurts as he shows me more outfits. "Wait," I stop him.
