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S1E2
“Let’s do it. Let’s do the whole fucking place!” Gamby said in pure adrenaline looking dead straight into Lee’s eyes. Russell swayed playfully from side to side with the largest smile he’d ever dawned. Both screamed in pure fire-fueled rage getting ready to destroy Dr. Brown's house to shreds. The two men cheered each other on as one smashed, demolished, broke, and tossed objects around the room. They even partnered on furniture to push large shelves to the ground and break picture frames together. Russell glanced to see Neal tossing dining chairs against and into the walls. He smirked in satisfaction seeing his once law-abiding coworker wreck all the decor off the wall. Lee in excitement jumped up to grab onto the ceiling fan and, using his weight, brought down the whole fixture in one crashing swoop. Using a borrowed kitchen knife Russell found he opened the throw pillows and proceeded to de-feather them. He handed Gamby the knife who happily took it from him.
The exchange wasn’t anything too special, but to Lee it meant everything. With the blood pumping through his veins, his mind cloudy with adrenaline, and his new admiration of Gamby, Russell found something in Gamby that attracted him. With a loving smile seeing his once enemy enjoy himself destroying the principles cushions, he took the opportunity to satisfy himself by pulling out a cigarette and igniting it. A vengeful thought went through Russell’s mind, it was payback time. He took the open flame of his Zippo and torched the patterned orange curtains that Lee thought were tacky. He watched the fire quickly climb up the walls as he took another drag from his cigarette. Feeling the same deathly smoke fill his lungs and out was pleasurable.
“Russell, what the fuck?” Panic filled Gamby’s eyes as he realized the danger they were in.
“I’m burning this fucker down.” He said while exhaling the smoke. He turned to witness the chaos he created, beautiful.
“We gotta get out of here, Russell, we gotta get out of here, GO!” Gamby shouted as he pushed Lee out of the burning living room.
The two quickly rush out the door, the fresh oxygen sets the house ablaze. The two vice principals cursed on their way out realizing the situation had grown out of hand and now they needed to flee from the crime scene. Hopping into the Student Driver getaway car they didn’t put on their seatbelts they zipped off making the tires screech. On the drive back to the high school Russell is fully pleased and satisfied while Gamby a now a nervous mess, he cursed under his breath words of fuck, and shit over and over till they get to the school. …
“Oh come on, stop crying like a little pussy and own it.” Russell was fed up with Gamby blabbering about how screwed they were. Neal in shock and anger demanded that Lee put out his cigarette since they were in the high school-owned car and that it would show evidence that they started the fire. Russell flicked the remaining cigarette out the window and clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth in annoyance.
“You know you’re no fun, I’m just trying to cool off my nerves… looks like you need to as well.” Russell looked Neal up and down out of the corner of his sunglasses. He knew a way to calm down his associate. An evil smirk grew as he pondered what he could do. He imagined giving him roadhead as they exceeded the speed limit to return to the high school in time. He shifted in his seat at the thought of Gamby grabbing his hair as he cried out his name. Or maybe this would be Gamby’s first time with a man, and Lee would be his first. He brought his hand up to his face to try and keep his composure but failed since he was getting hard.
“Are you even fucking listening to me!” Neal yelled out frustrated trying his best to stay under the speed limit and not be suspicious. His hands shook and his voice was strained from all the previous yelling. He looked over to Russell and saw that he had his legs crossed and his body was facing away from him.
“Oh don't play that shit! Are you even taking this seriously?” Gamby grabbed Lee’s blazer and pulled him to face him. What he wasn’t expecting was the other man blushing and his hand hovering over his groin. His hazel brown eyes were blown beneath his sunglasses and his breathing was reduced to pants.
“What the fuck! Are you fucking turned one right now! Now!” Neal shot his eyes back to the road but felt mixed emotions. He was panicking, nervous, angry, ashamed, and disappointed in himself, and now he didn’t know whether to be grossed out or ignore Lee and keep driving. He continued to drive forward trying his best not to look at the other man but he felt those hazel eyes burrow deep into his soul.
“Gamby, let me help you-” the man said in a raspy voice.
“You think jerking me off will help me?”
“It will, it’ll take your mind off everything.”
“Russell I’m marri-”
Oh yeah… he wasn’t.
“That doesn’t change my answer you're married, Russell!” Gamby tried his best to focus on the road as the loneliness of his recent divorce from Gale tried to creep in. He didn’t need her, and that fucking Ray, thinking he'd come to take away his family. Fuck that guy. He’s better off without her and Ray.
“We'all have marriage problems from time to time, that’s why I don’t mind helping you.” Lee's southern accent made his offer sound like smooth caramel.
“...” But Neal didn't budge
“Doesn’t it feel lonely jerkin’ yourself off at night every fucking day? Wouldn’t it feel better if it was someone else?” Russell put his hand on Gambys thick thigh and squeezed. Gamby glanced down to see that Lee had feminine hands for a man. He had glossy clear nail polish on his nails and his skin looked flawless, so maybe it wouldn’t be that weird. He swallowed a lump in his throat trying to muster up the confidence to say no, but instead…
“It does… fuck me.”
The loneliness won. Without hesitation and to prevent Neal from backing out now Lee made quick work to unbuckle Gamby’s belt. He zipped down Gamby’s khaki-colored slacks and pulled down his boxers enough to reveal the other man’s half-hard cock. Russell smirked to himself happy to find that Gamby was a decently sized man, his mind wondered with many thoughts that rushed straight to his strained cock trapped in his tight skinny jeans. He took Neal in hand and gave him a gentle squeeze to which the other man moaned lightly. Gamby glanced down to see Russell’s manicured hand jerk him off, his wedding band still on his hand. This felt wrong, but right. Satisfied that Gamby hadn’t backed out yet, Russell returned his hand to his mouth and spit a large amount of saliva onto his palm. He smeared the organic lubricant into his palm and returned to Neal’s cock. He stroked the other man’s cock and felt him grow harder and harder as they grew close to the school. He jerked him off and palmed his own cock through his jeans, watching Gamby closely behind tinted glasses. He heard little whimpers and small moans but Lee realized he was holding back.
“Come on let’s hear that pretty little voice.” Russell teased as he held back his moans, he was so hard and wanted to relieve himself in that moment, but he wanted to see his coworker come undone. He squeezed around the base of Neal’s cock which earned him a low groan. Lee smirked and quickly started to pick up the pace for Gamby’s cock, he rubbed a bead of pre-cum on his thumb and smeared it on the head of his cock. He was fully erect and ready to cum, Lee's eyes darted to the steering wheel which Gamby was white knuckling trying to stay in the right lane and dodge oncoming traffic. He rubbed the over-sensitive head again and Gamby moaned out in pleasure.
“Fuck I’m gonna fucking cum!” He fought the resistance of closing his eyes as he squinted paying attention to the traffic. He grew closer to orgasm and felt the red-hot fire within wanting to escape. He cursed under his breath and felt every muscle in his body tense up. Russell knew what was happening and he shoved past the steering wheel and wrapped his soft lips around Gamby’s thick length. He bobbed his head down and tried to take in as much as possible in the awkward position.
“FUCK! LEE!” Gamby grabbed Russell’s frosted-tipped hair and shoved him down lower onto his cock. He came deep inside Lee’s precious mouth and moaned loudly overpowering the forgotten radio. Russell swallowed as much as he could trying his best not to spill a drop of cum on their clothing. He finished him off by licking all that was left over and kissed his impressive cock goodbye. Old habits.
Once they reached the High School's parking lot Gamby rushed back into the building. His breathing was erratic and his hands shaking as Russell trotted slowly behind absolutely in bliss. He had to disregard his erection and he’d take care of it when he was in the safety of his home. Once he wandered into the office he thought to himself everything that had happened. He knew what he saw and felt… a partner.
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“This is FUCKed up Russell, this is not what I signed up for.” Neal tried to keep his voice down so that Christine and Mi Cha wouldn’t hear them. His heart sunk in because he didn’t want them to be accomplices in their selfish petty crime. And also to not let them know that Russell had an affair and Gamby felt guilty about it.
“Oh please this is exactly what you asked for…” Lee keeping his cool continued to make his Mother-in-law a cup of tea.
“You know what it felt like when we were tearing up all her shit. I saw that look in your eyes Gamby, you loved it. And I enjoyed what we did on the ride home. Don’t tell me you didn’t like it…”
“No, I went to a very dark place. A place I have not been to in a long while. And you're married, Russell...” Neal broke eye contact with Lee from the shame he felt from earlier.
“And it was fucking beautiful… I’ll be honest Gamby, I’ve never had an ounce of respect for you. I just thought you were the lamest, dumbest person I’d ever met. Just somebody who was fucking nothing. Just someone who needed to spend their whole life on a fucking treadmill and get fucked. A life loser. Until today…” Gamby looked back at Lee in anger with the treadmill comment.
“Today I saw something in that house… I saw your potential.” Lee winked at him and he took the tea set into the living room. Neal didn’t know what to think anymore, he was in too deep with a man who swallowed his cum, and the thing is he didn’t feel disgusted, but also he thought he was straight.
What's happening?... Neal questioned...
"What we're doing is serious business, but it don't mean it can't be fun too." Lee tempted Neal with his smooth words. Gamby sighed unsure how he felt on the matter. All this felt wrong, but as Lee said... Fun.