if beau had ever been asked if he’d be doing this with fletcher, he would’ve probably thought they were crazy. the whole situation was truthfully crazy and out of either of their hands. beau had been thinking about fletcher for weeks at that point. he couldn’t get the curve of his ass out of his head, couldn’t stop picturing his lips wrapped around his cock, couldn’t stop thinking about getting to let his dick slide between those soft soles. it had only gotten worse as the weeks dragged on; the fantasies had grown dirtier and dirtier. he didn’t understand it — it was the first time he’d ever been attracted to a guy in his life — but he wasn’t going to fight against getting what he so clearly wanted. the situation had just fallen right in his lap, and it was the perfect storm to act on it. “you’re gonna be doing it all the time now, so i still win,” beau said with a smirk. “i’ll let you be the judge of it, but i’m very good with my tongue. made girls cum just from it, so i’m sure you’ll be no different.” beau was quite arrogant for someone who’d never been with a man before in his life. he found himself trying to calculate fletcher’s every next move. he was kept on his toes, and he loved every second of it. they could see right through each other’s bullshit. fletcher could see beau was enjoying this more than he’d let on, and beau could see all the depraved, filthy things fletcher was dying to try but hadn’t. they were just on the same wavelength; that would payoff in the long run. “oh, you’re a fuckin’ slut. i could just tell, babyface.” beau remarked with a smug smirk. “who would’ve thought behind that pretty little face there was a little whore just waited to worship some dirty feet and drink some piss?” all the teasing and back-and-forth was giving the thrill of his life. he was sure it’d be a selling point to their new venture. it was all natural; it didn’t sound like a chimp had written it banging on a typewriter. beau could see the slightly smaller male’s face light up at the mention of the gym. he’d had a feeling that it’d draw a reaction out of fletcher, just knowing he’d been running on the treadmill in the soaking wet socks. “lucky for you, i’ve not showered yet. ‘s still ripe,” beau grinned. “if you’re brave enough to go down there, princess, go right ahead. go wild.” truth be told, he would’ve given fletcher anything he asked for in that moment. maybe the lust had gone to his head, maybe he was just thinking with his dick, or maybe he was falling for fletcher... but all the raven-haired boy would have to do was bat his eyelashes and a beg just a little, and he’d be getting every filthy thing he’d ever desired. the potential tongue bath he was promised made his cock visibly twitch through his sweatpants. beau was just as much getting off on this as fletcher. “world should know you’re just a filthy little slut. plus, i think you’ll get off on it. you like daddy makin’ fun of you, don’t you?” beau questioned with a cocked brow. they both the knew the answer already. it didn’t hurt that beau could just go back and watch it all when he needed to bust a nut. fletcher just had to prepare for beau to use it against him — all the time. “think we have an aspiring little cumdump right here, guys,” the taller male told the camera. “little perv’s been jerking off to my dirty socks. probably thinking of this fat cock filling up his tight little pussy too. little did he know, i’d’ve pounded the shit outta him if he wasn’t so shy and just asked me.” beau grabbed a handful of his cock through the gray fabric, showing off himself to the camera. he couldn’t put his finger on it, but the camera was adding something to it for him. maybe it was the power going to his head, maybe it was the fact people would be paying to see fletcher worship his body. what beau did know was that he was going to need fletcher to do it again and again — sans camera or not. “told you guys he’s a fuckin’ perv. wants my fuckin’ piss already, and he’s not even gotten a fuckin’ taste of my cock yet,” he said with a dry chuckle. what he saw next was something that would forever be ingrained into the folds of his mind. those pretty pink lips came to let his tongue lather his saliva all over his socked feet. beau fucking loved it. if he wasn’t going to make fletcher beg for a taste of his cock, he would’ve already pulled it out and started jerking... but he was being patient. he wanted to push fletcher to his limit, and they’d only just begun. his lips wrapped around his toes, and beau couldn’t help but wiggle them some more. a groan of pleasure escaped from beau’s own lips. “think he likes how they taste,” beau taunted. his suspicions were confirmed soon enough once fletcher pulled off of him. he smirked, letting it all go straight to his ego. “oh, babyface, you already know you’re gonna be my footslut from now on,” he answered back. the foot in his fletcher’s other hand tapped him on the face, the slick fabric pressed against his skin. “now, shut your mouth and get back to work, slut. my socks aren’t gonna clean themselves. if you want that piss, you’re gonna have to do a great job, princess.”