( 'randy' was in the midst of crashing an orgy and mowing down supes with his laser vision before he found himself trapezing through the left-side door, so you'll have to forgive him for not taking the time to shower and shave post-orientation. the next time [?] they have a bout, he'll be sure to smell like cheap soap and lilac. )
Randy, sure. Got a thing about Randys?
( aside from it being nearly archaic as far as names go, not that a name like 'billy' is much better. but it's clear that taking a wrestler's moniker isn't going to stop him from getting laid since jamie is still gliding hard against him, undeterred. the fact that they're on a crowded bus doesn't even seem to bother him. billy's a bit put off by it, but they hardly seem to be the exception to the rule. three seats up, some woman's getting her salad tossed. beside them, some guy's keeping an eye on things between them. probably a watcher, then.
this world must have loads of those.
jamie's fingers make their way down, and butcher doesn't stop them. feeling heated, he presses for more, rough hand gripping jamie's ass as he works open his jeans. he's half-hard when jamie's finds him, the tight slide of an uncut cock hot against his fingers, twitching in interest, with dark pubes still held beneath his briefs. he gives jamie's ass another squeeze, encouraging. )
That's all right...
( he feels like he's getting felt up in a bus, which wouldn't ordinarily be 'all right,' but it's feeling great right now. )
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Randy, sure. Got a thing about Randys?
( aside from it being nearly archaic as far as names go, not that a name like 'billy' is much better. but it's clear that taking a wrestler's moniker isn't going to stop him from getting laid since jamie is still gliding hard against him, undeterred. the fact that they're on a crowded bus doesn't even seem to bother him. billy's a bit put off by it, but they hardly seem to be the exception to the rule. three seats up, some woman's getting her salad tossed. beside them, some guy's keeping an eye on things between them. probably a watcher, then.
this world must have loads of those.
jamie's fingers make their way down, and butcher doesn't stop them. feeling heated, he presses for more, rough hand gripping jamie's ass as he works open his jeans. he's half-hard when jamie's finds him, the tight slide of an uncut cock hot against his fingers, twitching in interest, with dark pubes still held beneath his briefs. he gives jamie's ass another squeeze, encouraging. )
That's all right...
( he feels like he's getting felt up in a bus, which wouldn't ordinarily be 'all right,' but it's feeling great right now. )