Jesus had gotten forty calls in a two-day span, all from his family harassing him. He tried to ignore them, Sven did his best to take his boyfriend's mind off them, but nothing helped. Because the moment, Jesus came up for air, he was reminded with a crushing force his family knew he was home.
Thanks to his loud mouth older sister, they knew, and they all wanted to see him. Even if that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Laying in bed smoking hash with Sven, Jesus ignored his phone ringing for the billionth time as Sven sucked him off. He knew he should be in ecstasy, should be on cloud nine as his hard d**k went to the back of his boyfriend's throat.
But he couldn't enjoy it as his phone continued to beep and ring. "Stop," He sighed tapping Sven's shoulders. Sven looked up at Jesus
