Miguel caught sight of the boys from his peripheral. Jesus however was still oblivious to their presence. Too enthralled in the heat of the moment to be aware of anything other the nectar of older boy's lips.

The two boys stood transfixed at the spectacle that was being played out in front of their eyes. Being young lovers themselves should have prepared them, but this was beyond any expectation.

And so in a moment of wickedness Miguel decided not to alert Jesus to the fact that Jude and Connor were standing there on the verge bursting out of their skins and trousers.

That devil Miguel, cupped Jesus' head in both of his large hands, obscuring the totally unaware boy's vision.

All Jesus could do at the moment was moan as the older boy pulled on his tongue and sucked on it hungrily. Well, that was not all, because he still had a very firm grip on Miguel's appendage.

Miguel must have parted his fingers or adjusted his hold on Jesus' head somehow, because the smaller boy just stopped engaging suddenly.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed. "What are you doing in here?"

He was turning red quickly and breathing deep and hard and at the same time trying to rescue any shadow of modesty that he could.

All the while his cohort just grinning widely, without any hint of bashfulness nor was he in any hurry to cover up his splendid nakedness.

"You don't have to stop" Jude responded, pleading timidly.

"Please?" Connor begged in a small voice, sounding just as needy.

But Jesus was seething by now.

"What? No. Get out. Just get out. Now." He growled.

So the boys, obviously disappointed, dis as they were ordered.

Miguel snickered at little as he started to adjust his jean and return jack into his box.

Why are you laughing? Asked Jesus sounding a little annoyed. "It's not funny."

"Don't be mad at them" Miguel returned. Still sounding a little too jocular for Jesus' liking.

"Whatever, donkey dick" Jesus retorted. "It's all your fault."

"Oh my God" Miguel gasped.

"Do you have any idea of the hell I'm gonna go through, with those two?" Jesus said, sounding exasperated.

"Think they'll say anything?" asked Miguel.

"No, they won't. I'm not worried about that. But the questions and the teasing…" Jesus responded as he shook his head.

"Well if you ask me, they looked like they were having just as much fun as we were" Miguel said with a mischievous smirk.

"Of course you would think that" Jesus shot back. "Freak."

"Just saying" Miguel added playfully.

"You know, you're enjoying this a little too much. You may have just traumatized two young impressionable minds" Jesus said.

"Those two? Right. If anything, I might need a bodyguard now" Miguel returned.

"Bodyguard? Why? You could just hit them over the head with something huge" Jesus replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Fuck you. You got jokes" Miguel retorted as he quickly scooped his arms around Jesus' waist and pulled him in close.

"Well, you tried that dude. Didn't work, remember" Jesus said in a low voice, as he locked eyes with Miguel.

He might have made some other smart ass remark but his mouth was suddenly full of the others boy's lips and tongue.

"What, what?" Miguel goaded him playfully and suggestively after the kiss.

"You're an ass and you're totally to blame" Jesus answered through deep breaths with his eyes closed. "And I'm to blame for being so damn weak" he added as he pulled Miguel in closer and crushed their bodies together.

"I can't blame the boys too much, it's wasn't all their fault. I forgot to put the socks on the door" he sighed.

"What?" Miguel asked sounding perplexed.

"Don't ask. I'll explain later" Jesus replied. "Come on, let's go get some burgers."