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Washington glared down at vox, lust in the air. See a few hours earlier George Washington ran into Vox, also known as, Vincent Whittman. There was a party, a large one at that and Washington was looking for someone, anyone to do his tie and he asked vox. They went to a private room and Vox did the tie but then Washington grabbed his waist, pulling Vox down into his lap. Vox, now in Washington's lap stared up at him, before he knew it Washington had leaned in and kissed him. Vox flushed before leaning in too, they began making out in the room. Washington pinned Vox to the bed, holding his wrists above his head and he bit his neck. Vox groaned and finally spoke for the first time; "George.. Take me.." Washington didn't need to be told twice, he flipped Vox over, yanking his trousers off then his own, his veiny cock throbbing and spilling with precum. Washington shoved him in Vox, he was tight but Washington didn't care. They fucked for about 5 or more minutes before panting and stopping. Washington placed lazy kisses as he rubbed Voxes hip. Vox kissed Washington before gently pushing him off and dressing again. Washington whined but did the same, dressing back into his clothes. They left the room but not without one last kiss. As they walked back to the party, Vox couldn't help but watch as Washington interacted with women, jealousy rising in his heart. He shouldn't be jealous, for God's sake, it was just a hook up. Washington could feel Voxes gaze burning into the back of his head, he could feel his jealousy from 30 feet away. Washington knew Vox got jealous easily, it was nothing new, hell, Vox gotten jealous of a radio before. Vox stalked Washington like a momma bear ready to strike.
Eventually the party began to end, people leaving, cleaning, or passed out drunk. Vox stalked to Washington, fury and jealousy in those dark eyes. Washington knew he was in for it and there was no way to stop it. Vox grabbed the taller man by his collar, yanking him to the patio outside. Washington,who was being dragged out, complained about a headache starting but vox didn't care at the moment. Before Washington knew it, he was pinned to the wall and Vox was on his knees, either he blacked out for a few minutes or not paying attention, he didn't know any more. Vox had his pants down to his knees, sucking that cock intently, like it was keeping him alive. Washington grilled Voxes hair, muffling groans and moans in his hand, he could feel the release coming and he couldn't stop it. Voxes cheeks were filled with Washington's cum, a bit dripping down his chin. Then, suddenly, Voxes current lover, Valentino, appeared behind them with a scandalized gasp. Vincent turned to the gasp, his eyes widening in shock. Val stared at them, his heart breaking. He turned on his heel, dropping his engagement ring onto the patio. Vox followed, telling him not to go, but Val just shouted at him, calling him a two faced slut from hell. Washington stood behind Vox, hand on his shoulder as the shorter man began to tear up, tears falling as his fiancé left him. Vox had messed up big time.. Worse than normal..