Sammy Lawrence Lemons/Smut

The Slutty Boss

Henry POV

I know Joey extremely well and I have since we were kids. I know Joey enough to know he's horny, but I never thought I'd be in his office, smelling the faint scent of ink and feeling it on my skin, as Joey admitted he wanted a threesome with both Sammy and me.

Is Sammy in a state of mind where I would personally say he should or even could have sex? No. I say that only because Sammy is so stressed I can't get him to speak in a clear and concise sentence. Sammy's so stressed I'm sure he's taking enough in the ass right now, he doesn't need cock.

Joey's plan for this? To kidnap him. So that's where we are in this conversation.

"How do you expect to kidnap the most paranoid man in New York?" I asked boldly, Joey shook his head with a small smirk on his face.

"Sammy's not that paranoid."

I sighed, "He came to our house the other day because his house was- quote -judging him." Joey's smile faded. (They are roommates not dating)

"Okay it might be difficult, but I'm sure we can do it, there's two of us and one of him," Joey said softly.

I looked into his eyes, leaning onto his desk, "The only reason I'm doing this is that I want to see what made his boyfriend stick around for so long, Sammy's the most paranoid guy in New York, his body has got to be smoking hot. I want to have that as an accomplishment. That I lived to see Sammy Lawrence naked in my bed, swirling his tongue on my dick, but I don't feel like getting kicked in the dick, it's not that worth it."

Joey smiled, "You haven't been opening your mind to all the possibilities. They're near endless. I have dreamed of this for years."

"Me too, but I don't want to be infertile because Sammy saw me following him and he kicked me in the dick, trust me, Wally's living proof of what Sammy can do if you scare him. Do you remember when we surprised Sammy for his 21st birthday?" I asked.

Joey sat back in his chair, "Yes, Wally popped out from behind the wall connected to the stairs going down into the break room, and Sammy kicked him so hard he went into a table, but it did give me a boner and something to jerk off to."

"Fuck, me too. Fine, but if you get injured I'm out, I don't care that we're childhood friends, got it?" I responded.

"Fine," Joey answered.

Sammy POV (Short)

Walking home from work is stressful. Why don't I have a car? Car accidents, I walk everywhere. (Look at Sammy being so eco-paranoid!) I refuse to bike, I could fall and get injured, then I get an infection and die. Walking is safe.

What if someone's following me? I have to walk faster. It sounds like they sped up too, but this a crisp, New York, autumn night, and the streets feel weirdly empty for this big city. Is this planned? What if I get kidnapped? How much would my ransom be? Who would they call? What if they want to rape me? Or kill me! Oh no! What if I wronged someone? I have to turn around and apologize!

I turned to see Henry, he looked at me awkwardly. I stopped in my tracks. Was I surrounded, there is so much area around me. What if I get surrounded? This is so much pressure.

Henry POV

Sammy began to have labored, panicked breathing. I walked toward him slowly, wrapping my arms around him. Sammy gripped me tightly, his breathing returning to normal. "Shh, it's okay, you'll be home soon," I whispered, sticking the small needle in his side and slowly pressing the button down.

"I'm sorry," Sammy whispered.

I whispered, "You didn't do anything." I whispered again, "We just need you for something."