Lee's simple statement of intent derailed Marshall's entire thought process. In the back of his mind, he remembered the bet. But the prospect of being fucked was a temptation calculated to distract.
Washing dishes wasn't so bad, was it? Surely worth the price of paradise.
Damn, Lee knew him only too well.
Marshall felt his resolve crumbling. "After I suck you off?" he suggested, although he damn well knew the answer to that particular brand of idiocy.
Lee snorted. "I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday, boy. You do that and we're done, and you know it. I was just thinking. Why don't we take this outside? To the shower?"
And that was the final nail in Marshall's coffin.
It wasn't like they didn't have indoor plumbing. Of course they did. They might live in the boonies, but there was still a certain level of civilization to be found there, even in Burnham. The outdoor shower was a feature Lee had added himself, for days when they came back from hunting or camping or other outdoor activities, too filthy to even think about stepping foot inside. It was handy, it was damn practical... and it was a good way to fuck in the outdoors to their hearts' content, while also coming clean.
While he was debating, Lee reached down and pulled Marshall into his lap. Their cocks rubbed together slickly, Lee's wet with Marshall's saliva and pre-cum. Lee snaked his hand beneath Marshall, thumbing across his quivering hole.
"Now, which would you rather do? Stay here and suck me off... or go out there and get your ass pounded?"
Was that even a question? Lee obviously realized that as well as Marshall did.
