Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.
Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.
They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.
Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.
“What the fuck, lady?!”
Wrapping an arm around Wayne’s arm protectively and to reassure his flustered mate, Sheldon raised a brow, “Backup? For what?”
Bell did a little shimmy, “Because little boy can’t handle all this,” she stuck out her tongue and waggled it suggestively at him, “Can you, pretty boy?”
“Oh sweet lord,” Sheldon groaned, she’d actually be gorgeous if she wasn’t so batshit insane. Actually, even that wasn’t necessarily a turn off in the right environment, but a public walkway was not it, “Turn down.”
Wayne just had to look when that tongue made an appearance and as soon as it waggled with that crazy look on the woman’s face, Wayne grabbed Sheldon’s hand and spun around.
“Right, we’re leaving. That’s enough. I’m done.”
Biting her lip and sniggering to herself, Bluebell waved to the departing pair, “Ciao-ciao, boys”
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