Previously on the round robin...
Now, now, now, Jaxon's mind screamed. The possibility of getting caught in public only added to the excitement. He did take a quick peek around though. This time of day most people were ensconced somewhere eating dinner and with the statue, er...god, in the far corner of the garden, Jaxon didn't see anyone. And right now he didn't give a flying fuck if they got caught.Grabbing Brad's hand, he tugged them both closer. Luke took almost every inch of the god's cock as the former statue plunged in and out of his mouth."Strip," the god ordered, leaving no room for disobedience.Who the hell would. Jaxon made short order of divesting himself of his clothes but from the corner of his eye he saw Brad standing still as a...well, a statue, damn it. His heart hammered. Maybe this wasn't what Brad wanted. Putting his hands on Brad's shoulders, Jaxon faced his lover, his heart in his throat, and breathed a sigh of relief.He didn't find the concern he thought he'd see. What he did see was pure lust. Brad was practically drooling at watching Luke suck the god's cock."I won't tell you again," the god growled, his head thrown back in ecstasy.Jaxon slipped his hands beneath Brad's shirt and lifted it off him, luxuriating in the feel of his lover's smooth skin and rock hard abs. He pressed his mouth to one of the nipples he'd uncovered, sucking the tight nub between his lips and biting gently on it. Brad's breath hissed out and he held Jaxon close against him with a hand tunneled in Jaxon's hair.
Jaxon pressed his cheek against Brad's nearly-hairless chest. For long moments he waited there, listening to the pounding of Brad's heart, hearing the rasp of breath in and out of his lungs. Jaxon drew Brad's scent into his lungs. Heaven. If it existed surely it was filled with moments like these when they fit together perfectly, heart and soul.
He dropped to his knees, nuzzling along the arrow of hair that led to the waistband of Brad's pants. A flick of his fingers unfastened them. The zipper rasped loud in the public square. Against the cotton cloth of his boxers, Brad's cock surged forward, and Jaxon pressed his lips to it through the thin cloth. The organ leapt in response, as did Jaxon's cock, still confined in his jeans. Hands on Brad's hips, Jaxon angled them so he could turn and watch Luke sucking the former-statue's cock. His cheeks hollowed out, lashes fanned on his cheeks, Luke looked like a man bent on a mission, and unbidden, a moan rose from deep within Jaxon's chest.
"I like it that you get off on watching them," Brad whispered. "But I'd like it even more if you suck my cock the way Luke is sucking that statue." He curled his fingers into the back of Jaxon's head, and once more pulled his mouth toward his tented boxers.