JD Phoenix storms into his rental unit, ready to evict Ray Boogie for good, but finds him splayed out on the couch, snoring. “Still the same fucking deadbeat,” JD mutters, kicking Ray’s foot. Ray jolts awake, bleary-eyed, but JD’s not buying it. “You’re fucking fired, Ray. Unless…” JD’s eyes drift to Ray’s tented pants, a slow smirk spreading across his face. Ray follows his gaze, then back up to JD, hope sparking in his eyes. “Unless what, JD?” he asks, voice husky. JD leans in, voice a low growl, “You know what I want, Ray. Make it worth my while, and maybe we can negotiate.” Ray’s hand immediately goes to JD’s belt, unbuckling it with eager fingers.
“Anything for you, JD,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees, pulling out JD’s thick cock, and swallowing it whole. JD’s head falls back, a groan rumbling in his chest as Ray works his magic, sucking, licking, pleading with his mouth. JD’s hands tangle in Ray’s hair, setting the pace, hips snapping as he fucks Ray’s throat, chasing his release. When JD finally blows his load, Ray swallows every drop, looking up at him with those big, pleading eyes. “Does this mean I can stay?” he asks, licking his lips. JD just smirks, tucking himself back in. “For now, Boogie. But next month, you’re paying up, or it’s game over.” Ray grins, standing up to pull JD into a hug. “Deal, JD. Deal.”
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