“Move over a bit so I can reach you,” Tom said.
He moved over until he was straddling Tom’s torso and they began a classic sixty-nine. He didn’t know how much time had gone by, but he was about three seconds from erupting into Tom’s hungry mouth when he heard a knock on the door.
“Just a minute,” Noah said, between gasps of pleasure. He withdrew from Tom, moved around on the bed, and pulled the covers up over both of them.
Tom regained his composure and said, “Come on in. We weren’t expecting you.”
“Yeah,” Bobby said as he walked into the room. “We got rained out at the beach so we came home. We picked up enough Chinese takeout for all of us. Chad’s down in the kitchen setting it up.”
“Give us a few minutes to get dressed.”