The locker room was slowly emptying as Ty came out of the shower. Jay stood next to the bench, looking at his clothes with confusion. Ty chuckled softly as he walked over to him. "What's wrong?" he asked as Jay picked his shirt up for the fourth time. "Why did I wear this?" Jay asked, throwing the offensive shirt back onto the bench. Chris looked over at him and smiled.

"Because it makes you look so hot," he replied, squeezing Jay's ass as he walked over. Jay squealed then shrugged, picking the shirt up and slipping it back on. Ty just shook his head as he dropped his towel on the bench and started to dress. "So what's the plan?" he asked, looking over at Jay as he zipped his jeans. "Grab a bite to eat, find the hotel and then…" Jay smiled as Chris bent over in front of him. "Whatever."

Ty nodded, still smiling at his friend. "I hope you two are planning on getting your own room," he said as Jay leaned to the side, checking out the lines of Chris' ass. Jay straightened himself then glanced at Ty. "Why?" he asked, grinning. "You not in the mood to watch?" Ty shook his head as Chris stood, reaching back for Jay's hand. "Not everybody is a perv like you, babe," he said as Ty finished dressing.

The three men left the arena together, looking around at the dark sky. "What are we going to eat?" Chris asked as they reached the car. Jay smiled. "Barbecue," he said, licking his lips. "Or steak. After all, we're in Cowtown…what else would we eat?" Their laughter drifted across the empty lot as they climbed in to the car and pulled onto the highway. It didn't take long to find a suitable place to eat and they were soon filling themselves with good ol' Texas barbecue.



They were making their way down a one-way street - for the third time - when Ty's cell phone began to ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out, flipping it open as he said hello.

"Hello yourself." There was a husky tone to Sean's voice, immediately raising Ty's temperature.

"Hey Sean," he said as Chris turned at the corner once again.

"Where are you?"

"Trying to find the hotel," Ty said, covering his ear to drown out the argument from the front seat. "This place is full of one-way streets and we can't find the right one to take." Sean asked where they were and he gave Ty directions to get them out of the never-ending loop. As he told Chris which way to turn, Ty settled back into the seat, smiling. "Thanks, man," he said. "We woulda been stuck here all night."

Sean smiled. "I know," he said, stretching. "That place is a real bitch to drive in if you don't know where you're going." Ty chuckled. "So, what are you up to tonight?" he asked, trying to make casual conversation when all he wanted to do was reach through the phone and touch the man on the other end of the line.

"Did I say you could ask me anything?" Sean's voice took on that hard quality that Ty loved more than anything. "No, you didn't," he replied. He heard Sean clear his throat before speaking again.

"You're being a very bad boy, Ty," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he moved. "I think you're just begging for punishment." The grin that covered Ty's face could probably be seen all the way from California. He couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped his lips.

"You did not just laugh, did you?" Sean asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. "Here I was gonna give you a treat tonight, but no…" Ty sat up a little straighter, wondering what the treat could have been. His eyes flew open wide when he heard Sean speak again.

"Take out your cock." Ty swallowed once…twice…before he spoke, his voice no more than a croak. "D…do what?" he asked quietly.

"You heard me," Sean said. "Do you really want me to repeat myself?"

"But…" Ty began, his voice faltering. "I'm in the back seat of the car with Jay and Chris."

Sean chuckled. Even better, he thought. "You heard me. Take. Out. Your. Cock."

Ty glanced up at the two men in the front seat, who were now arguing over the radio station. He could always just pretend to do it. Sean would never know, right? Because if he did what Sean was asking, he would never hear the end of it. He fumbled around for a moment, then said, "Okay, I did it." He never expected what Sean said next.

"Let me talk to Jay," Sean requested.

"Why?" Ty's voice was no more than a squeak. "You…you can't." Ty's brain raced as he tried to come up with a good reason, but he was coming up blank. Sean's voice cut through the swirling in his brain.

"Tyson…" He could hear the growing anger in Sean's words. "Put Jason on the phone - now!" An audible squeak from the back seat caused Jay to turn and look at Ty. He frowned at the look of fear on his friend's face. "What's wrong, man?" he asked. Ty wordlessly handed the phone to Jay who took it, holding it like it was a used tissue or something equally disgusting. He put it to his ear and carefully said hello.

Ty dropped his head into his hands and groaned out loud. Listening to the conversation, he knew he was in trouble. Big trouble. Not only had he disobeyed an order, he had lied about it as well. When Jay handed the phone back to him, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before speaking. "Sean," he began, only to stop at the sound of the other man's laughter.

"Damn, Ty," Sean said. "I honestly didn't think you'd do it." Ty looked up at Jay, who just winked at him, smiling the whole time. He mouthed a thank you before turning his full attention back to the phone.

"You told me to," he said softly, hoping the men in the front seat wouldn't hear him.

"That I did," Sean replied. "Now, I want you to touch yourself." Ty groaned softly. He had gotten away with a lie once, but he didn't want to push his luck again. With a quick glance to the front of the car, he wordlessly undid his zipper and reached inside, softly running his fingers up the length of his cock. It immediately began to swell under the feather-like touch. He let out a soft sigh.

"Very good," Sean said as his hand dropped to his own growing bulge. "Stroke it for me, baby." Ty winced. "Sean, I'm in the car!"

"I know damn good and well where you are," Sean said. "And I know damn good and well what I told you to do."

Ty looked into the rearview mirror and saw that Jay was watching him with a smile on his face. As he stopped at a red light, Chris looked up too and winked. "G'head, Ty," he said, the amusement heavy in his voice. "Don't let us stop you." The two men cackled as Ty shot them the dirtiest look he could muster. His attention was drawn back to the phone at the sound of Sean's low moan.

That was all it took. He didn't care if Chris and Jay were in the front seat watching him. It wasn't like he hadn't laid in a bed across the room from them and listened to them fuck about a million times. He pulled his cock out and wrapped his fist around it, slowly stroking himself. "Okay, Sean," he whispered into the phone. "I'm doing it." Another moan tickled his ear and he had to close his eyes to keep from losing it right there.

"That's it, Ty," Sean said, his voice flowing like warm honey. "Stroke your cock for me. I want to hear you get off." Ty sighed, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder as he worked his erection even faster. The soft giggles from the front seat didn't even faze him as he listened to the smooth velvet of Sean's voice, instructing him to stroke faster, harder…whatever whim struck him.

Sean's voice deepened, his breathing grew heavier and Ty was right there with him in the moment. He felt his balls tighten, knew he was getting closer every second. "I wish you were here, baby," Sean said as he gripped his cock tighter, knowing he was going to lose it soon. "I wish it was your mouth on my cock, not my hand." Ty groaned loudly, pulling even faster.

"I wish I had your cock in my mouth, too," Sean said as the first drops of fluid began to shoot onto his stomach. "Fuck, Ty…I want you so bad right now."

Ty grit his teeth, his hand flying up and down his cock. "Sean!" He cried out as he felt the world explode around him, and he shot his load all over his hand and chest. On the other end of the phone, he heard Sean moan just as loud before letting out a guttural growl. Ty's chest heaved as he tried to come down from the high Sean had given him. He listened to the soothing words Sean was whispering in his ear, a huge smile plastered on his face.

For a moment, Ty could almost imagine lying there in Sean's arms, in Sean's bed…until he heard the applause coming from the front seat. He dropped the phone in his haste to tuck himself back into his jeans and zip them without damaging any important parts. He said one thing to the two sets of eyes watching him from the front seat - "fucktards." Sean's laughter reaches his ears before the phone did.

"Give 'em a good show, baby?" he asked. Ty swore under his breath, glad for the cover of darkness that concealed the bright red flush of his cheeks.

"I guess," he finally replied, looking up to see the car had stopped in the parking lot of the hotel they were staying in for the night. "We're at the hotel now," he said as he opened the car door, grabbing for his bag. Under the bright lights of the parking lot, he surveyed the damage to his clothing. Maybe if he put a jacket on, it would conceal the wet stain on the front of his shirt…

"Did you bring it with you?" Sean's voice cut through his thoughts again.

"What?" For a moment, Ty was confused, trying to figure out how Sean knew he was thinking about his jacket and then it dawned on him. He blushed again. "Yeah, it's in my bag," he said. "I still don't get what I'm supposed to do with it, though."

Sean chuckled. "I emailed you instructions," he said quietly. "Put it on before you get on the plane for LA." Ty shook his head, trying for the millionth time to figure out the man on the other end of the line.

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