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hello friends. back at it again at the "gay" for pay :) barely nsfw under the cut, mostly under a read more for length, really.
"Do you think they make these in your size?" Buck asks, holding up a little French maid costume. He turns to Tommy, expecting a scoff or something, but he's a few feet away, looking at something on a shelf.
Buck sneaks over to see the tips of Tommy's ears looking red, his eyes darting over the store's selection of double-ended stroker toys. He nudges Tommy's shoulder, and Tommy jumps. "I was — uh, I mean —"
"Chill, man, I'm not the sex toy police." Buck turns to the selection, nodding to one made of clear silicone. "That one looks good. You'd see when you or the other dude comes."
Tommy hesitates, his hand hovering halfway to the shelf. "Would you want to —?" He doesn't finish the question, biting his lip and looking anywhere but at Buck.
"Me?" Buck asks, and Tommy nods once. "Huh." Tommy winces, opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Buck interrupts, "Yeah, man, why not?"
A little breathless, Tommy asks, "Really?"
"Yeah, sure. Nothing gay about jerking off with a bro." Tommy raises an eyebrow, and Buck waves his hand. "Whatever, man. Take the fucking fleshlight."
Tommy's a red mess when they get to the cashier, even though she barely looks up from her phone again. "Have fun," She offers in a monotone as they head to the door.
"We will!" Buck waves, calling, "Thank you!"
Tommy practically sprints out of the store. He's in the driver's seat, rubbing his face with his hands, by the time Buck saunters over to his truck. "Was that your first time in a sex shop?" he asks as he buckles in.
"That obvious, huh?" Tommy asks through his fingers.
"Well, most people don't sweat as much as you do when they do their shopping." Tommy groans, pressing his hands harder against his face.