Page 114 of The Holy Grail

Laundry rooms aren’t just for laundry

Despite his resolve to work nonstop to get his assigned work completed, Malcom decided to go home right after the staff meeting was over and start the grueling schedule tomorrow … because tonight was for celebrating.

At home, he found Evan in the apple-green laundry room, folding clothes. Since most of his days were free, he’d taken over the majority of the laundry, as well as some of the grocery shopping, minus the trips to the Farmer’s Market, which were a group endeavor.

“You’re home early,” Evan said, then after a quick glance at his watch, almost became concerned. “Really early … are you okay?”

“I’m great,” Malcom replied.

Evan turned away from the stacks of clothes on the granite countertop. “You’re giving off a very weird vibe right now. What’s going on?”

After taking a deep breath, Malcom blurted out, “I quit my job today.”

Evan’s eyebrows rose. “You … quit your job today?”

“Yes. About a half hour ago.”

“Why?” Evan asked, then sort of backtracked. “My asking isn’t meant to imply I don’t wholeheartedly approve of your decision, because I do. I’m just curious.”

“Well, I was sitting in a staff meeting and it just hit me that I didn’t want to be where I was anymore, so I quit, right there in front of everyone.”

Evan slowly cut the distance between him and Malcom, and wrapped him in a hug. “That’s the best fucking news.” Then, pulling back slightly, asked, “Does Jules know? ”

“I called, but she didn’t answer, so I left her a voicemail.”

“We’re definitely going to celebrate tonight.”

They started kissing, and within minutes Evan had Malcom leaning against a wall, with the Cat On A Hot Tin Roof poster behind him, and his slacks open. Then, after throwing a folded towel on the floor, Evan sank to his knees and grabbed Malcom’s erection, giving it a long lick.

Malcom groaned. “I should have quit my job sooner.”

“Yes, you should have,” Evan agreed, before taking as much of Malcom’s cock as was physically possible, and sucking hard, forcing him to lock his knees to keep his legs from shaking.

Halfway through, Malcom’s cell phone rang, and he could tell by the ringtone (Echo & the Bunnymen’s “Lips Like Sugar”) that it was Jules.

Even though the timing was less than ideal, Malcom reached down to pull his phone from the pants pocket around his thighs, fumbling just enough to drop it on the tile floor with a clatter.

Like a pro, Evan picked it up and held it up to Malcom, with barely a pause in the blow job.

As soon as Malcom answered, Jules exclaimed, “Congratulations on quitting your job!”

“Thanks,” Malcom replied, his attention half on what Jules was saying and half on what Evan’s mouth was doing.

“Have you told Evan?”

“Yes, I came home a little early and told him.”

“Well, I’ll try and get out of here a little early so we can celebrate.”

“Okay,” Malcom said, just as Evan sucked hard, causing Malcom to release another groan.

“Um … what’s going?” she asked.

“Evan’s giving me a really good blow job—”

The call was immediately disconnected, followed by a FaceTime request from Jules, which made both men chuckle.

Malcom answered and she immediately demanded to watch it, so he pointed the camera down toward Evan, who stopped what he was doing long enough to blow her a kiss, before getting back to business with Malcom’s cock .

With the added ‘participation’ of Jules—passive though it was—her soft hums, words of encouragement to Evan, and general observations of how hot the visual was, brought the oral encounter to an end fairly quickly.

“I want to see you come in his mouth,” she murmured to Malcom, her smoky voice sounding a little breathless.

When the moment was upon him, he alerted Evan, who then pulled back to allow Jules to see the finish as Malcom came, coating Evan’s tongue with several streams of milky-white come.

After Evan swallowed and got to his feet to kiss Malcom, Jules filled the FaceTime screen with her face and said, “I’ll be home as soon as I can, and the two of you better not be running on empty when I get there.”