Third Person P.O.V:
Preston looked down at his fries, realizing he didn't have any salt. "Oh shit, these aren't even as salty as me" He muttered under his breath, scuffing his shoes on the sidewalk. "I guess I better go home and 'get some',"
Once he got home, he realized he did not have any salt there either. He shrugged, and decided to walk over to his best friends house, luckily he lived next door. As he stumbled up the stairs, he groggily opened the door and found himself in complete shock. He thought it was the alcohol talking, as he heard moaning coming from the couch.
He figured he was sleeping or something, so he decided to let Rob be. "Oh, yaaaaass, Preston!" Preston heard from the couch, still holding his now cold fries.
Preston walked over to Rob when.... "ROB WHAT THE FUCK?" Preston yelled, Rob was DOING THE THING WITH HIS THING TO PRESTON'S PICTURE.
"PRESTON OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Rob yelled, his face red as his hand was.
"I NEEDED SALT BUT NOW I NEED JESUS!" Preston screamed back, covering his eyes with the palms of his hands. He peeked one eye through his fingers, "It is kinda hot though," Preston walked towards the couch.
Rob got up, taking his hand out of his pants. He walked towards Preston wrapping his hand around his waist. Preston leaned his head back closing his eyes as Rob kissed his neck, dropping the fries on the floor in the process.
"You dropped your fries," Rob said casually, gliding his hand down Preston's back. Preston opened his eyes once again, "Maybe I have a different fry that I want," Preston started wandering his hands down to Rob's pant line.
Preston met Rob's lips with intense passion, curling his fingers into Rob's hair while THE THING DID THE THING TO PRESTON'S THING. Aka they were grinding on each other. "I want more of you," Rob whispered in Preston's ear, causing him to shiver with excitement.
"Go ahead," Preston breathed, Rob tugging on the bottom of his shirt. Preston allowed Rob to pull his shirt over his head, and threw it onto the floor. They continued to kiss heatedly, Preston pulling Rob's shirt off in the process.
"Let's go to my room baby gurl...." Rob whispered, biting Prestons earlobe. Rob scooped Preston into his arms, carried him into his room and threw him on the bed.
Rob started to kiss Preston with all forced applied to the lower areas. Knowing that he was hard, Rob could feel his skinny jeans getting tighter. Preston tried to take dominance, but Rob quickly took care of that by palming Preston through his jeans.
Preston gave a moan in return, as Rob was kissing all over his body. "Pants just don't look good on you, now do they?" He inquired, grinning. "Let's get those off shall we?"
"Whatever you want, daddy," Preston spoke calmly.
Rob quickly slapped him. "Did daddy say to speak?" Preston gulped as Rob slid down his pants. Preston was grabbing the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white, as Rob starts to tease around his donger. Rob started to moving his mouth up and down, taking in Prestons dick with every lick. Preston arched his back, moaning, making Rob choke.
"You okay there?" Preston asked.
Rob slapped him again, "I never said to talk."
"But Rob I think I'm gonna ..." His voice wavered.
"Don't you dare cum unless I say you can" He growled in response.
Preston held back as hard as he could, Rob's head moving faster and faster. "Now you may.." Preston breathed heavily, releasing into his mouth, Rob's going all over the bed.
"Wanna go again?" Rob asked. Preston nodded in return. They went at it again. Making out, Rob making hickeys all over Preston's back. Rob was about to go into Preston, when they heard the door slam open.
"Hey Rob can I borrow... AND YOU GUYS CALL ME DIKKSTAR123 FOR GETTING HARD ONE TIME!"
Rob replied, " Yeah...well now we can call you cockblock123," Vikk backed out in silence. Rob looked at Preston "Now let's get you your salt shall we?"
