Unlucky Jeff (Secondbest, Cum Stain, Walk-In)

"I'm giving it to Jeff." Both guys turned to face Jackson. One with betrayal, the other thankful. "Now go on, its your turn anyway." Jeff groaned, taking the card from Jackson. There was a shock of static electricity when Jeff grabbed it causing him to yelp. "You good?" He nodded, brushing his hands on his pants in embarrassment.

With a breath of air he reached out, grabbing his own card. "Well now I guess I have to take multiples if I don't want all permanent cards." Jackson looked away sheepishly, instead focusing on the polar bear make its way lazily one whole space. Jeff looked down at his card, watching as it formed its own picture. Only it wasn't like the others. No, his was more abstract. It featured a bean bag as the focal point, surrounded by snow.

Jeff flipped it over, a little confused why his was so different comparted to the others. "Secondbest; Always take second place in comparisons and competitions. Move 1 space, draw again." Jeff laughed a little, not quite understanding what it wanted him to do. "How do I guarantee second place?"

Carlos rolled his eyes, "Still planning on trying to make the cards happen?"

Jeff nodded, grabbing for another card. "Yep. Gotta show how much I care about Jackson." Carlos quickly looked over to Jackson almost nervously. He really wanted Jackson to not doubt his care, because he really did. Jackson though, was still watching the polar bear, not paying attention to anything else. He seemed sleepy, his eyelids already half shut. "Cum Stain; Your body is a portrait, and you can guess what the paint is. Move 6 spaces, draw again."

"What do you figure that one means Jeff?" The burly man looked over at Carlos, smirking.

"I have to let cum dry on me, simple." He grabbed his next card, just about ready to see what that sabotage would hit. "Walk-In; Hopefully they don't mind company. Move 2 spaces." Jeff chuckled, looking back at the two other guys. "Sorry but I now have to catch you both doing it if I can." Jackson's face once again reddened while the hispanic groaned.

"I'm heading to bed." Jeff rolled his eyes looking back at his cards, waiting to see something change. Sure enough one of them slowly started to turn red, the word permanent slapping itself into its description. Cum Stain, because of course it would.

With a groan he got up, turning to leave now that Carlos was going to bed. What he didn't expect was to see the guy stripping in front of him. His eyes looked over the guy, noticing the muscled arms and well worked legs. Jeff licked his lips, his dick once again pressing against his briefs. "I thought you were going to bed, not using your peacock card." Carlos quickly looked into the eyes of Jeff, an amused annoyance reflecting in them. He slipped a hand into his boxers and pushed them down, letting the cock flop out. He jiggled it slightly, the sight making Jeff drool.

"What, you want it?" Jeff nodded absentmindedly, stepping closer to the man. "Well too bad. Jackson has a no fuck policy when he's asleep." Jeff blinked when the dick left his field of view, blocked by a hand. He looked around confused only to realize Jackson was already in the bed snoring softly.

"Well aren't you a bit of a tease."

Carlos smiled, getting into the bed along with Jackson. "Learned it from this one." He sighed, wrapping an arm around Jackson and pulling him to his chest. Jeff looked on longingly, his hard dick both torturing him and convincing him to stay just that bit longer.

"Mind if I-"

"I do." Jeff closed his mouth. He sighed, walking over to the entrance. A soft voice stopped him right before he opened the door. "But he doesn't." Jeff looked back, a smile blooming on his face.

"Thank you."

Carlos let out a small groan. "This is only because Jackson would have wanted it."

"But you didn't have to say that. So I appreciate it." Carlos nuzzled his face into Jackson's back, trying to calm himself from the thought of sharing Jackson. Clothes rustled from behind, proof enough that Jeff was going to join them soon. The bed groaned at the added weight as the burly man got in with them. Carlos stilled as warm arms wrapped around him, similarly to how he was holding Jackson. A deep voice grumbled in his ear making him shiver the littlest bit, "You are both cute anyway."