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C is for Cuddle Bum Jimmy/Johnny/Brian
The set of boyfriends flopped down on the couch, a huge party just finished.
"Remind me to never let nearly one hundred people into my house at one time." Jimmy said exhausted, yet strangely happy.
"You're house?!" Johnny began, slightly annoyed at his taller boyfriend. "This is our house." The shorter male said motioning to the three of them.
"Fine. Our house." Jimmy giggled.
"Thank you." Johnny grinned.
Brian had kept his mouth shit until this moment, mainly because he was far from being sober.
"What does it matter waht was said?" Brian slurred. "You know what Jimmy was talking about." The guitarist took another swig of his Heineken.
"I was just being correct, asshole." Johny shot at the other brown eyed man.
"I'd rather be an asshole than a midget."
Johnny lunged at Brian on the other side of Jimmy, the tallest man catching him in mid-air.
"Why do you insist on being awful to Johnny? He's your boyfriend too." The blue eyed, lanky man gestured to the lead guitarist. "You need to calm down Cuddle Bum, okay?" Jimmy said running the pad of his thumb over the fleshy part of Johnny's cheek.
"Cuddle Bum?" Brian laughed. "Your pet name is Cuddle Bum? That's fucking priceless."
"I wouldn't talk if I were you, Brian." Johnny sneered, about to open his mouth again.
"Don't you do it, Johnny." The oldest man warned. "Don't say it."
"Clammy hands." Johnny retorted to the guitarist.
Just then, Brian's laughing ceased.
"Jim...Kimmy. You call me that?"
"Johnny!" Jimmy said disappointed at the youngest of the three. "I told you not to say that!"
"Well, he deserved it."
"Bri..." Jimmy said quietly, turning to the shocked man. "I said it one time and it was when all three of us got together. You were nervous about having to share me and your hands got sweaty. That's all." The blue eyed man cupped both hands over Brian's cheeks, kissing his lips softly.
"And where's my kiss?" Johnny complained, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was the one that got his feelings hurt first." He pouted.
"Aww... my Cuddle Bum." Jimmy cooed, facing the youngest of them. The oldest male cupped his hands now over Johnny's cheeks, sliding his tongue into the bassist's mouth.
Pulling away, Jimmy smiled and ran his hands over both of his boyfriend's chests.
"Now, are both of you going to make up or am I just going to have to have fun in our room by myself?"
"Yeah." The shorter of the two other men said simultaneously, not looking at each other.
"Well, go ahead." Jimmy encouraged.
Both men sighed.
"I'm sorry for making fun of you, Johnny." Brian said seriously, turning to face the youngest of them all at the last words.
"And I'm sorry for calling you Clammy Hands, Brian." Johnny smiled gently.
"That's my sweet, sexy boys." Jimmy said, a hint of lust in his voice. "Now, let's go upstairs and have a real party." The oldest suggested as he rose from the couch, stretching his hands out for his boyfriends to take. Both men took Jimmy's hands willingly and followed along as Jimmy lead them up the staircase.
"Should we clean all this shit up first?" Johnny asked looking back over his shoulder.
"Nah. Let's do it later. I want to have some fun with the hottest men in the world." Brian giggled seductively, running his fingers over the other men's tattoos on their arms, causing their hair to stand on end with excitement.
All three men walked into the bedroom, Jimmy hitting the light.
"You know what to do." Jimmy licked at the corner of his mouth, both his boyfriends shedding their clothes off and hopping onto the California King sized bed, completely nude and already starting to play with each other.
"That's my sexy bitches." Jimmy grinned, shutting the door behind him and stripped his clothes off as well, walking to the bed and climbing on between the other two and getting to business.