He’s not insulting me.” He smirked at Ian’s bashful reaction. “Isn’t Ian cute?” he asked George. “Come here, babe.” He motioned to his friend, who stepped closer to the pair. “I love this guy, he’s adorable.” As he spoke, he reached over to Ian’s crotch. “Ian,” Max laughed. “It’s just dirty talk. “Aw, Max… You’ve got such a slutty little mouth…” Maybe it was wrong, but Ian wanted him all to himself. Seeing Max being touched and kissed from someone else. He knew the three of them were just friends, and Max liked to “have fun” (as he put it) with his friends, but Ian couldn’t help the jealousy that bubbled up inside him. Of course, seeing him in George’s lap exchanging sloppy kisses it was clear he had been. But he hadn’t been sure if the boy’d been serious about the whole making out thing. ![]() The beach was such a serene spot, it was no wonder Max liked it so much. Ian could hear the waves crashing against rocks, seagulls cawing in the sky.
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