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Floyd was sitting on the couch with Wade. Trevor was there too, lost in thought, leaning back on an armchair, tapping his fingers against the armrest absentmindedly. He had his filthy boots kicked up on the living room table. It bothered Floyd to no end, but he didn't say anything. He'd have to scrub it later. The tv was on, some mindless ads playing as background noise. Occasionally Wade chuckled at something on screen. He was probably high as a kite, as per usual.
Suddenly the TV was flicked off and Trevor turned towards the pair on the couch. "You know what's been bothering me? You two. You really should just make out already".
"What?! I ain't gonna kiss my damn cousin!" Floyd's cheeks heated up. God, he didn't even want to be imagining things of that nature.
"Ohh but you shouldd." Trevor practically purred "in many cultures it's perfectly normal to smooch your family on the mouth. Not that you should let social norms control you," he added.
Floyd grimaced, standing up "I- I'm gonna leave".
"How about this," Trevor grabbed his gun from the table. He waved it around in Floyd's general direction "if you do it I won't put a bullet in both your brains? How's that sound?"
Floyd stiffened and quickly sat back down. Hesitantly he scooched closer to his cousin. Wade glanced over at Trevor. "Uhh you sure Trevor? Floyd don't seem to be too into it"
The glare trevor gave in return was enough to shut wade up. Wade leaned in closer, breath hitching. Their lips pressed against each other. Floyd hadn't kissed anyone with a lip ring before. It felt weird. The whole situation did. Despite the revulsion flooding Floyd's mind, he felt blood rush to his groin. At least Trevor wouldn't be able to see his arousal. Being transgender had its perks.
"Now do a real one. Tongue and spit and all," Trevor urged, fidgeting with the safety switch on his pistol.
Of course it couldn't end at momentary humiliation. It had to be total depravity. With a sigh Floyd leaned back in, parting his lips slightly, bracing himself. His hands clenched around the fabric of his jeans. He just wanted to get it over with.
Frankly, Wade tasted bad. Unclean, bitter and artificial. Wade's tongue eagerly pushed into Floyd's mouth. Uncoordinated and inexperienced. More metal. How many piercings did Wade have? Floyd's dick throbbed. He was still tense. Wade lifted a hand to Floyd's cheek. Floyd pulled away for air, a string of spit connecting their lips. He realized he was panting. So was Wade.
Floyd couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this turned on with Debra. God what was wrong with him? Tears threatened well up in his eyes. Debra would have every right to leave him cause of this. He was forced into this, sure, but he wasn't supposed to be enjoying it. Something had to be fundamentally broken in his brain.
Trevor was breathing heavy. He grunted, squeezing himself through his pants. "Fuck. Wade you depraved little freak! Pitching a tent just from kissin' your cousin a bit?"
His eyes raked over Floyd's body in a way that made his blood run cold. "Not that he's looking any less horny. Probably just as bricked up as you are. Just can't see it with that micro dick of his."
The sound of Trevor's fly being zipped open was loud. Floyd feared the worst.
"Floyd, why don't you be a good boy for Uncle T and suck your cousin off?" His tone was lecherous. Like something straight out of a porno. Not that Floyd had watched many of those.
It took him a moment to process Trevor's words. "Lemme get this straight. You want- you want me to fellatiate my cousin?"
"Yes, Floyd! I want I want you to fe-lla-tiate him! Can't get a guy all worked up just to leave him hangin'."
Wade had already pulled his shorts down, revealing his flushed cock. He was leaking. Precum dripped down the prince albert piercing dangling from his tip.
Floyd's underwear was soaked by now. He felt nauseous. It was so wrong. Trevor could kill him on a whim. Debra would leave him. He swallowed thickly before dropping to his knees. He wasn't sure how to go about this as he hadn't sucked anyone off before. Tenatively he licked the tip, feeling the metal against his tongue. He liked the way Wade twitched at the contact. Floyd wrapped his lips around it, slowly taking him in.
Wade's hips jerked involuntarily. Metal hit the back of Floyd's throat and before he knew it he was throwing up. As Floyd pulled off, chunky vomit coated Wade's length. His dick twitched and leaked even more than before. While Floyd was busy coughing up the last of the puke, Wade wrapped a hand around himself. It only took two pumps from him to shoot his load with a whine.
Trevor laughed. "Sheesh, wasn't expecting you to put on a show quite like that!" He wiped cum from his hand onto the couch cushion. "Not complainin' though. I bet if I had kept the gun aimed at you, you would've pissed yourself too."
He stood up and stretched before checking his phone. "Fuck, will you lovebirds survive on your own for a while? I got some business to attend to." He left before waiting for an answer.
"Woah Floyd, that was some of the best head I've had! How'd you know I like it when they hurl?" Wade asked, turning to Floyd.
Floyd wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry. He felt disgusting. He was still hard.