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Roman wasn’t exactly a weed expert. He’d hit it a few times here and there. But he mostly tried to keep away from drugs. Which was Kendall’s fault really.

Yet, he could tell that this shit Grace had given him was slightly off.

Something about it was wrong and Roman couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was but he could feel it.

It wasn’t until hours later, sat at the dinner table with the rest of the family when he felt it.

He was rock hard in his pants and the reason he kept thinking about sex wasn’t because of Rava awkwardly mentioning if he and Grace were doing well in that department but because everything was suddenly extremely sexy to him.

The way Grace’s hand looked whilst she was cutting her turkey up and the way Marcia’s top fit her.

Everything was suddenly extremely overwhelming.

He bumped the table as he got up rushing out of the room.

He knew he was going to get some push back for doing this but he couldn’t stay in that room for any longer, otherwise, he was about to start moaning and that would’ve been a show nobody wanted to see. (Especially Frank.)

Roman locked himself in the nearest guest room to the main upstairs bathroom but didn’t want to go in there incase someone else needed it and that one was their first instinct to head into.

His mind was racing all over the place and he tried to pick out why this could’ve been happening to him.

He knew it had to be the weed.

He wondered if Grace was downstairs wet and trying to look for a way out so she could pounce on him.

Roman hated that thought. He needed to get rid of it so he called up the only person he could think of. Cousin Greg.

Greg answered the phone almost as soon as Roman hit the call button.

“Tom I’m busy do what you asked,” Roman had never heard Greg be so assertive before. It was oddly hot. No mumbling and no stuttering to his voice and all of a sudden Roman could feel himself leaking pre-cum.

He wasn’t sure if he’d thought ringing Greg would’ve turned him off but now he was sure he would be even more turned on after this call ended.

“Greg,” Roman tried to not sound desperate and just sound disappointed but he wasn’t sure what he sounded like. His ears were starting to ring slightly and he felt light headed.

“Oh- Roman- um,” Greg turned into his usual self again and Roman could feel the heat growing inside him.

“Shut up.” Roman almost moaned the words. He was straining so hard in his pants. He needed to pull himself out. He needed to touch himself desperately.

“Uh- you called me?” Greg sounded unsure what to do and Roman rolled his hips into the door which was suddenly directly before him.

His mind was racing as he started to speak, “I don’t care Greg. Start talking.”

“What?” Greg started to sputter on the other end and Roman pulled his length out.

He was leaking so much he didn’t need to spit on his cock to rub it without hurting himself he just needed to swipe some pre-cum and he was sorted.

“Talk.”

Roman rutted into his hand at an alarming pace. His breathing was growing heavier.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Greg was covering for something but Roman couldn’t care less about finding out what that was.

“Talk,” Roman snapped. Fucking talk, he wanted to yell but he controlled himself, he didn’t want to be the loud one in this moment he wanted to hear Greg and rub one out to the sound of his odd voice.

“It was Tom’s idea. I didn’t even want to do it I swear. Please don’t tell Uncle Logan- your dad- Roman. I didn’t mean to.”

Roman moaned at the sound of Greg becoming more and more panicked.

His cousins words went in one ear and out the other. Completely ignored.

As Roman kept rutting against the door. He was close already.

His head was becoming too hard to hold up and he crashed it against the door along with so much of his body. Holding on to each rough touch of the cold wooden door.

“Roman?” Greg sounded shocked and appalled but kept talking. “I didn’t- what did you want to talk about? I wasn’t meant to say any of that. I didn’t mean it. I’m lying. Ha. It’s a joke.”

Roman moaned again, louder this time as he got closer to the edge.

It wouldn’t take much more now.

He could feel his orgasm building up.

“Please,” Roman moaned.

Greg started spluttering again. “Uh- I- um.”

Roman came up against the door. Spilling his precious seed all over it and himself. His shirt was wrecked and his hand was going numb from the force with which he crashed against the door.

He almost dropped his phone as he began to collapse to the floor from the intensity of his orgasm.

This had never happened to him before.

He wasn’t a weed expert and he wasn’t a sex expert.

Greg had just done that to him. For him?

“Roman?” Greg seemed to know something was up and Roman couldn’t keep the call going now.

He hung up on him and shut his eyes.

Fuck.

What had he just done?