Want, Take, Have (Sam/Stephen/Ryan)
There’s a loud, drawn out moan from the bedroom which both Sam and Ryan ignore, their attentions fixed on the TV screen.
“Oh God.”
“Can’t you just shoot him?” Sam rolls her eyes, trying to concentrate on the match.
“Can’t you just suck him off?” Ryan suggests.
“Yes… oh yes… please…” The strangled gasp sends shivers down their spines.
“We’re fucked,” Ryan sighs, eyes still on the screen but he can’t see the goal his team scores.
“Totally,” Sam nods, trying not to imagine the smug look on Stephen’s face when they’ll join him on the bed, horny as hell.