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Felicia is visiting Sevika at the sex shop when she sees it.
Good Head’s Deep Throat to Go
“What,” Felicia says, “is that?” She points to something over Sevika’s shoulder behind the counter.
Sevika pauses in the middle of her story about a recent customer interaction with one of her regulars and turns to look where Felicia’s pointing. “That?” She lifts one from the hook and sets it down on the counter. “It’s a throat numbing spray.”
“Ohmygawd,” Felicia says, laying down over the counter. “I have to buy one of these for Silco.”
Silco’s head game, or lack thereof, was a joke in their little circle of friends. Between his small mouth and embarrassingly sensitive gag reflex, he’d gained a bit of a reputation as something as a pillow princess if only because he was incapable of doing much else.
Sevika laughed. “He’ll be so pissed.”
Felicia grinned as she stood. “He’ll get over it. Go ahead and ring me up.”
In addition to the throat numbing spray, she’d picked up a few things for herself, as was always the case when she went in to see Sevika. Sevika packed the whole thing into an opaque plastic bag and handed it across the counter to Felicia.
“Thanks, Vik! I’ll tell you how it goes!”
“If I don’t hear from you, I’ll assume he killed you and we won’t find your body.”
Felicia laughed again, the bell above the door jingling merrily as she pushed it open.
“Felicia, what the fuck is this?” Silco asks when Felicia drops the Deep Throat to Goat in his lap an hour later.
“It’s a delicious throat de-sensitizer that helps reduce gag reflex and discomfort,” Felicia replies breezily, reciting the marketing on the exterior of the package. “Convenient travel size!”
“Yes, thank you, I have eyes and can read,” Silco answers drily. “Why did you buy it and why are you giving it to me?”
“Do you really need me to explain that to you?” she says with a grin.
“Fuck off.”
“You love me.”
The door to the bedroom opens and Vander emerges. “Hey, Fel,” he says as he flops down next to Silco on the sofa. “What’s that?” he asks, plucking the package from between Silco’s fingers. “Good Head’s Deep Throat to Go,” he reads outloud. He looks at Silco. “What do you need that for?”
Silco rolls his eyes. “Felicia bought it for me. And I do not need it.”
“You need it a little,” Felicia says.
“What’s it for?” Vander asks.
“It’s a throat numbing spray. So people with sensitive, delicate little gag reflexes can better fit a cock down their throat,” Felicia answers as she finally flops into the chair opposite them. She hauls her bag into her lap and begins to unpack items onto the coffee table.
There’s a package of rolling papers, and a wooden box which holds what looks like some good quality bud when she removes the lid.
“Oh,” Vander says. “Yeah, I guess I can see how Silco might need that.” Felicia flashes him a look that screams told you, and Silco flips her the bird.
“Can we please stop talking about this?” Silco demands, reaching for the grinder that they keep in a basket beneath the table. Felicia pushes the weed towards him and he places it in the grinder and begins the process of preparing a few joints for their smoke session.
“Oh!” Vander says, standing abruptly. “I got us some beers.”
There’s the sound of the fridge opening and closing, the clink of glass against glass, and Vander returns a moment later with three bottles, setting them on the table between them. He grabs the bottle opener and quickly cracks the beers open.
Felicia and Vander watch as Silco sprinkles the prepared weed in a neat line on the paper, running his tongue along the edge and rolling it tight.
“Gee, Sil,” Felica comments. “You really are the best at rolling a joint.”
“Thank you,” he says as he tucks it between his lips. “That’s why I always get to have the first puff.”
The zippo flickers to life and he holds it to the end of the joint, breathing deep before passing it to Vander. He holds the smoke in his lungs for a long few seconds before tilting his head up towards the ceiling and letting it out on a slow exhale.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he says, reaching for his beer on the table and sinking back into the sofa. “How do you always get such good shit, Fel?”
“Ask Vik,” Felicia answers around her own inhale. “I always get it from her, and whoever her supplier is has great stuff.”
They spent a few minutes arguing about what movie to put on before settling on Romny and Michelle’s High School reunion. By the time they were reaching the end of their first joint Romny and Michelle have just found out about the reunion.
Having seen the movie a number of times, a frequent watch for nights like these, Silco reaches for the Deep Throat to Go and turns it over in his hands before ripping the package open. The sound of crinkling plastic has Felicia and Vander turning their attention o their friend.
“Sil?” Vander asks. “What’re you doing?”
Silco shrugs a shoulder. “Just looking. Maybe we should try it.”
Felicia laughs. “You’re joking. I didn’t think you’d ever actually use it.”
“Wouldn’t want you to have wasted your money,” Silco replies.
Felicia shakes her head. “Trust me. The look on your face was worth it on its own.”
Silco tosses the package back onto the table and moves to roll them a fresh joint.
+
By the time Romny and Michelle are arriving at their high school reunion, the trio are finishing their second joint and the floor of the living room is littered with empty beer bottles.
Silco lays on the sofa with his head resting on Vander’s thigh as Vander plays with his hair. His eyes stray back to the package of throat numbing spray, and he rolls towards the table to grab it once more.
“Sil?”
“I wanna try it,” Silco says, tearing into the package.
“You really don’t have to, Sil,” Felicia assures him. “It was just a joke. A gag gift.” She giggles at the pun.
“I know I don’t have to,” Silco snaps. “I want to.”
“What are you going to test it out on?” Vander inquires.
Silco considers the question, looking around the room. The neck on the beer bottle was an option. It was sufficiently long enough. His eyes finally settle on Vander, who looks a bit squeamish. “What about your fingers?”
“What?” Vander says, voice coming out high and tight. “Why does it have to be my fingers?”
“Well, it’s not like I can ask to use your cock,” Silco says tersely. “Not while Felicia’s here.”
“I don’t mind,” Felicia says airly. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Silco shoots Felicia a glare who merely offers him a sunny smile in return.
“Well, why can’t you just use your own fingers?” Vander asks.
“It’s not the same if I use my own fingers,” Silco replies tersely.
“What does that even mean?” Vander asks. “Use Felicia’s fingers, then.”
“Absolutely not,” Silco says at the exact moment Felicia says, “Not on your life.”
The two friends look at each other for a moment. Felicia flips Silco the bird and Silco lets out an exasperated sigh. “Vander, just shut up and come over here.”
Vander hesitates for half a second before acquiescing. “Yeah, okay. Fine.”
“This oughta be good,” Felicia says as she shifts in her chair to watch the scene unfolding before her.
Briefly Silco refers to the instructions on the back of the package. There’s no real reason to do so, other than to drag things out, and after only a second he tosses the empty package back onto the table, lifting the spray to his face and opening his mouth. He gives it two quick pumps, coughing as the spray hits the back of his throat.
“Holy shit,” he says tightly around a wince. “Ugh, gross. Why is it minty?” Felicia and Vander laugh, but settle as Silco seems to take stock of the efficacy of the spray. “Okay. I think it’s…working? Vander, come here.” Vander shifts closer on the sofa, and Silco takes his hand, guiding his fingers towards his mouth. “Go slow.”
The air in the room, dense with the scent of fragrant pot smoke, feels suddenly heavy with expectation. The other noise in the room is the nasal vocal fry of Romny and Michelle in the background. Silco swallows, and Vander feeds two of his fingers into his mouth.
Vander’s fingers are thick and heavy on Silco’s tongue; salty with an edge of bitterness from the pot smoke. The rough pads drag across Silco’s tongue and his mouth floods with saliva. After a moment Vander’s middle and index finger are buried in Silco’s mouth up to the third knuckle. He swallows reflexively around the digits.
Vander’s eyes are locked on Silco’s mouth, and he swallows hard as he watches Silco’s throat work. They’ve never been able to do this before. Even the barest pressure on the back of Silco’s tongue has him gagging, and the sight of him with Vander’s fingers tucked all the way in his mouth has Vander shifting on the sofa as he cock begins to chub in his shorts. He pets his fingers against the back of Silco’s tongue, watches the way Silco’s throat bobs again as he swallows.
“I think it works,” Vander says.
“I don’t know…” Felicia replies. “I think maybe we should try it on something bigger.” Her eyes drop to Vander’s lap where his erection is obvious in the way it’s tenting his pants.
There’s an almost glassy look in Silco’s eyes, and he draws off Vander’s fingers with a wet slurp. “Yeah,” Silco agrees. “I know you all like to joke that my head game is shit, but it’s not.”
“Right,” Felicia scoffs.
“Vander?” Silco asks.
“Yeah,” Vander says breathlessly. “Uh, sure.”
He settles back against the sofa and Silco helps get his cock out of his underwear, elastic tucked under heavy balls. The movie has long since been forgotten, little more than idle background noise.
Vander’s cock is heavy and thick. The head glistens where it peeks past the foreskin which pulls back just enough to reveal the dark head. Silco leans over his lap, tongue darting out to flick across it, collecting a different sort of salty bitterness. Vander makes a strained noise, his fingers fisting in the cushions of the sofa.
Silco wraps his fingers around the length, drags his fist up and down a few times before pulling the foreskin back fully, wrapping his thin lips around the head. Vander groans, hips bucking slightly into Silco’s mouth against his will, but Silco seems unbothered, head bobbing up and down as he takes more and more of Vander’s length into his mouth. His hair has come loose and a dark strand hands across his eyes. Vander releases his grip on the sofa cushion long enough to tuck it back behind Silco’s ear, unwilling to have his view obstructed for even a moment.
“Janna,” Felicia breathes quietly, and when Vander glances up, she’s got her hand beneath the hem of her shirt, teasing at the skin of her stomach. Her other hand cups one of her breasts, and she kneads at it as she watches the two of them together on the sofa.
Vander watches as her hand slips beneath the waistband of her pants, lower lip pulled between her teeth as he imagines her dipping her fingers into her cunt. His attention is torn between Silco with his mouth around his cock and Felicia as she fingers herself, watching the two of them with lidded eyes.
For a moment all that exists is the three of them as they chase their pleasure until Silco pulls off Vander’s cock with a wet, choking cough.
“Sil? Are you okay?” Vander asks. His bare cock, sloppy with spit hangs from his shorts in the open air.
Silco’s voice sounds wrecked when he answers, still coughing intermittently. “I think that stuff has a depth limit,” he croaks.
When he moves to continue, Vander puts a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to,” he assures.
“Want to,” Silco replies.
It’s not like Vander wants him to stop, and there’s no point in trying to deter Silco when he’s made up his mind. As he bent back down over Vander’s lap, he turned his head towards Felicia where her hand was still inside her pants, the hand kneading her breast now beneath the shirt.
“Enjoying the show?” Silco asks.
“I will be when you get back to it,” she answers, letting out a small gasp as her hips twitch forward.
There’s something about the experience, of the pot-haze and alcohol-buzz that makes the casual exhibitionism all the more exciting. As Silco wraps his lips around Vander’s cock again, Vander pets his hand down the back of Silco’s neck, his spine. It suddenly feels like they’re putting on a performance for Felicia, and Silco wants to make it a good one.
He takes Vander as far as he can into his mouth before the reflexive spasm of his throat kicks in; the spray dampens the reflex, but doesn’t neutralise it completely. He turns his face towards Felicia as he mouths down the length, tongue swirling around the head. She smirks, even as she bites at her lip, hand working roughly in her pants.
“Sil,” Vander groans. “I’m—ah—close,” he warns.
Silco works harder, fisting all the length of Vander he can’t fit in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks, pressing his tongue into Vander’s slit, using every technique he can think of to bring the other man to climax.
“Fuck! Sil—fuck!” Vander shouts. His fingers are gripping the back of Silco’s neck. His hips are shuddering and jumping, forcing his cock deeper into Silco’s mouth.
Silco, to his credit, does what he can to take the abuse. He can feel the spray starting to wear off already.
“I’m—I’m—Fuck!” Vander shouts as he fills Silco’s mouth with hot, bitter spend.
Silco pulls off, coughing. There’s cum clinging to his lip, suspended like a gossamar thread that holds for half a second before snapping. His chin is messy with saliva and he wipes at his face with the back of his hand.
Felicia’s eyes are closed where she sits on the adjacent chair, mouth slightly open as she pants quietly, her hand buried between her legs. It doesn’t take long before her hips jerk and she goes rigid, her face frozen in suspended animation as her orgasm crashes over her. When it’s over, she sinks back against the sofa with a heavy breath, eyes fluttering open. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink.
“Fuck,” she says breathlessly. When she removes her hand from her pants she holds them out to Silco. “You can borrow my fingers now if you want,” she says, wiggling them. She laughs when Silco blanches, turning away.
As the moment relaxes, they become aware of the movie again where Romny and Michelle are confronting the popular girls from school, and where an unexpected brigade of women come to their various defenses.
As the credits begin to roll, Felicia stretches her arms over her head with a groan. “So, what’s the verdict on the throat spray?”
“It works…well enough,” Silco admits.
Felicia grins. “A ringing endorsement from you, Sil, if I’ve ever heard one. Best impulse purchase I’ve ever made.”