James watches David with a growing sense of intrigue. He’s quieter these last couple of days and he stares at him and Christian with hungry eyes, as if he wants to climb inside them or absorb them into him. He looks sad. James doesn’t like sadness; he’s had too much of that in the past. It’d take a book to list all his problems and it’s not as if he wants to think about them right now. Or ever again, in fact.
David should be above all that. James is in awe of him still, the way he was in awe of Joss. That silent schoolboy worship that makes him seem aloof and unreachable. He’s not an actor snob the way some people seem to think he is; he’s just a guy with a bag load of chips on his shoulder. He looks at David again during those quiet-in-the-head moments between takes, when all the crew are scuttling around and setting up the shot, and he sees that look of misery pass across the handsome face once more and he’s confused.
“Hey, Dave?”
“Huh?”
The big man looks startled, almost afraid of him. James continues to speak regardless, “Chris said you were on your own this weekend.”
“Yeah, Jaime’s going to a wedding with Jaden.”
“And you’re not invited?” James is surprised; the only time his family ever want him around is when they can dangle him in front of relatives and say ‘Look what we made.’
“No, the famous thing causes too much trouble sometimes. They want a quiet ceremony and I can’t blame them.”
David looks good, very good in fact, but his eyes are tired, jaded somehow.
“Come over to mine tonight, Chris’ll be there. We can watch a movie, eat pizza, bitch about people.”
Christian wanders over in time to listen in to the end of the conversation.
“Yeah, man, it’ll be fun.” He exchanges glances with James but the looks are too fleeting for David to be able to read.
David is uncertain as he listens to their laughter but he finally has an invite to the club and he’s not about to pass it up.
“Yeah, that’d be good, thanks. Want me to bring anything?”
“Just some beer, or whatever you want to drink.” James is busy scribbling down his address twice over. He hands them both a piece of paper. “’Bout eight, okay? I’ve heard we’re on for another early getaway tonight."
David is even more intrigued about the two men. They’ve shared spit and semen and yet they don’t even know where each other lives. He nods, barely registering what James has said, and stows the piece of paper away in Angel’s jacket.
“Oi, I didn’t bleedin’ invite the great poof.” Chris and James fall about laughing at Spike’s comment and David catches on eventually. He has so much going on in his head that he can’t think straight.
Maybe tonight’ll clarify a few things.
*
David arrives at James’s apartment block ten minutes early. He’s all showered and smelling sweet and feels like he’s out on a date. It’s good that James asked him to bring beer, otherwise he thinks that he should have brought flowers with him.
This place seems all wrong and David wonders for a moment if the ‘big boys’ have been playing an elaborate hoax on him until he hears Chris roar up on his bike.
Chris lifts his helmet and peers into David’s open window, his longish dark hair straggling sweatily around his face. “Man, I’m glad you’re here. Chez Marsters isn’t quite what I was expecting.”
They bond with a look and a laugh. David feels happier than he has done for a while and he grabs the beer from the passenger seat and climbs out, pressing the little button to lock the car. He pats her lovingly and hopes she’ll be okay.
James is at the door waiting for them, leaning on the jamb with a pizza menu in one hand and a phone in the other.
He shoves the menu at David and grins. “’Kay, get the comments over with.”
“Man, you have one shitty apartment,” laughs Chris, as he unloads bottles of beer from his leather jacket and stows them in the refrigerator along with Dave’s contribution to the evening.
David accepts a beer from Chris and wanders around, more interested in James’s home than the pizza menu which he’s already discarded on the table.
James grabs a Pepsi and watches the other two men examine his things.
“I thought the shitty car was just to make you less recognisable, but I guess you really are trying to live the life of grungy wannabe rockstar, huh?” Chris smiles.
“Yeah, well, between a shitty ex-wife, shitty ex-girlfriends, shitty divorce lawyer, shitty child support and shitty doctor’s bills, there’s only enough left for a shitty apartment.”
James closes his eyes for a moment. This is why he doesn’t let people in. He knows he’s said too much.
David listens, taking everything in and stowing it away for later when he has more time to analyse it. He picks up a photo of a small boy and matches it with the mention of child support.
“You have a kid?”
“Yep.” James flicks through his CD's and chooses Radiohead then puts it back again. It seems too down, somehow. Instead, he turns the TV on and switches the channel to MTV.
“How old is he?”
“Eight.” James gives in. “He lives in Modesto with his bitch of a mother.”
“Must be hard.” David thinks about how much joy Jaden brings to his life and feels guilty for the number of times he brings him in to the studio to show him off.
Chris is not enjoying the atmosphere. “Hey, quit with the depressing shit and let’s order us some pizza. I am so hungry I could eat this couch.”
He throws himself onto the sofa and a spume of beer spills out the bottle. James watches the trickle of fluid as it travels down Chris’ chest and he really wants to lick it up.
They argue for a while before deciding that it’s easier to get three different pizzas. James phones up the order and sits listening to Muse, watching the other two drink steadily and laugh about things that he has no knowledge of.
He lights a cigarette.
He wants them to go.
He was bullied by these All-American football playing kids when he was in high school and he feels like he’s in exactly the same situation all over again. He always gets on a downer when he is forced to think about the mess that his life is in. The rage is building inside and he wants to hit something, instead he lights another cigarette from the butt of the last one and closes his eyes.
The chime of the doorbell gives him something else to think about and he pays the delivery guy and stands in the tiny hallway, holding three boxes that are burning his fingers. He’s sick inside. The pizzas disappear from his hands and he finds himself staring into a set of caring blue eyes. He looks around, trying to see where the food has gone. It’s all he can concentrate on at the moment.
“Sorry,” says Christian.
“It’s not you. It’s just… sometimes I want everything to stop being shitty, you know. And it makes me wanna…”
“Hit things?” asks Chris, taking the spent cigarette from James’s fingers and throwing it out of the apartment door.
James nods and looks down, ashamed of his ineffectuality.
Christian enfolds the slighter man in a tight embrace, hugging him so hard that James can feel his ribs bruising. It’s a good kind of a pain.
“Come and eat, Jamie. Pizza makes everything better, you know that.”
James smiles, burying his face against the crook of Chris’s neck. Christian tilts James’s head upwards with a finger and they share one long needy kiss, smoke and beer combining to make a flavour that’s distinctly them.
“I guess you guys are fucking then,” says an amused voice from the doorway.
James is silent. He expects David to be angry, shocked, disgusted, but instead he seems accepting.
“Nah, just fucking around at the moment,” replies Chris, “But give us time and we’ll get there.”
David laughs and picks up the pizza boxes from the floor, watching intently as Christian and James kiss once more.
“Food. Now.” David is insistent and the other two laugh and follow him back to living room.
James wonders how the hell things can seem easier, but they do. He sits next to Christian on the couch and picks at bits of pepperoni. He’s too emotionally wrecked to eat much and goes to the refrigerator, returning with two beers and a can of Red Bull. He reaches for his smokes but his arm is restrained.
“Eat first.”
Chris sounds his usual jokey self but James can hear the serious edge that’s hidden there. He manages to eat a slice of Pizza and bites at his fingers, waiting for the others to finish so he can smoke.
The Red Bull takes the edge off his craving but he nearly spits out a whole mouthful when Dave looks from him to Chris and asks, “So, how did you get together?”
“Oh, a shared love of music and sex, I guess.” Christian grins and forces another piece of pizza into James’s hand.
“But I figured that you were both straight.” David’s confused. He’s heard James talk about an ex-wife and girlfriends. He’s seen Chris fucking countless women.
“No such thing as completely straight,” laughs Chris.
David thinks back to his reactions last night and agrees wholeheartedly with Chris’s statement. He is surprised himself at how comfortable he is with the situation. There’s no nagging little gay-bashing voice screaming at him to beat up the queer guys and find some real men to spend time with. He thinks that should be his reaction, especially seeing how aroused he’d become when he was watching them last night. He thinks that that’s what breeds homophobia. Fear -- no more, no less.
James flicks over the TV channels and they end up watching Sleepy Hollow. David wonders for a while whether Chris and James find Johnny Depp more attractive than Christina Ricci. After another beer, he asks.
“I’d do them both,” laughs James.
I’d do you both, thinks David, quelling the urge to say that thought out loud.
Fuck, he wants them. That’s what this evening has been all about. He wants to lie naked in bed with them, watching them touch each other; he wants to feel their hands on him.
Fuck, he wants them.
“What porn do you watch, gay or straight?” he asks. He can’t decide whether he’s being manipulative or if the question is born out of intrigue.
“Don’t really,” says James.
“Straight, but I watch the guys as much as the girls,” smiles Chris. He knows what David is after. He’s scared about the aftershocks though. He’d like nothing more than to lick the big guy into submission and watch him suck Jamie off. He worries that David might well be the sort to go all homophobic on them afterwards. He won’t be around much to deal with that but James will.
And James doesn’t seem the type to deal with crap like that very well.
Oh well, a little honesty goes a long way as his mother always says.
“So, Dave, I’m thinking you’re wanting to play with us?” Is it the beer talking or is he always this stupid? He looks at James’s wide, frightened eyes and wishes he’d kept his big mouth shut.
Dave is stunned into silence. This is what he wants but does he want it to happen in such a cold, pre-meditated kind of a way?
Every jangling nerve in James’ jittery body is baying for a drink. Best way to lose your job is to screw the star of the show. He’s seen it happen many a time. But this…? This is a far worse scenario. You don’t poke the payroll and you certainly don’t poke a drunk, bi-curious male star who’s only gonna go all violated after the deed is done.
That said, David’s almost worth it. He’s thought occasionally about what it’d be like to run his hands over that solid body. He’s wondered what the big man’s cock looks like. He said he doesn’t watch much porn and that‘s true but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t jerk off to a pretty little fantasy in his head every once in a while.
James clears the pizza boxes away and puts a couple more beers onto the table. He stands… waiting…wondering...
Wanting.
Eventually David nods, the need to touch these two pretty men overpowering all his rational arguments against this.
Chris looks into David’s eyes and sees the desperate honesty displayed there. Maybe it’s better this way. They could get themselves all worked up over an erotic video and fall into a fuck but that would be colder in some ways.
“No getting shitty with us afterwards though, Dave.” Chris smiles but the tone of his voice is serious. He sees James standing, as skittish as a colt, and holds out his arms to him. This is nothing like the first night that he and Jamie got together but the tension in the room is laced with far more pheromones and excitement.
Fear can be a wicked aphrodisiac.
James sits on the right of the couch and David joins them on the left. Christian, as instigator, is in the middle.
“We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay?”
Christian’s voice is reassuring but Dave can’t think of anything he’d not be comfortable with right now. He’s terrified but his cock is already rock hard in his pants. He watches Christian’s lips approach and knows that this is the time he should be thinking of his wife and getting the hell out of this place. He isn’t thinking anything like that. The first touch of Christian’s mouth is electric, and he opens up to accept the man’s tongue, trembling at the tabooness of it all.
James watches them kiss. He’d be feeling rejected if it wasn’t for Chris’s hand in his, squeezing, making everything seem okay. He releases the hold and kneels on the floor in front of the two men, fingers working to undo belt buckles and zippers. He may be scared of intimacy but this he knows.
David jumps at the first touch of James’s hand. He draws back from the kiss and lifts up slightly, allowing James to slide the boxers and pants down and free his aching cock. He watches as James licks his lips and laps up the droplets of pre-come. It takes real effort not to climax immediately. He closes his eyes and throws his head back and Christian leans over him and peppers kisses onto his lips.
“Enjoy,” he murmurs.
“I am,” groans David.
James reaches over into Christian’s lap and takes hold of his twitching erection, scraping it with his fingernails and sliding it in and out of his fist until Chris is making those breathy little gasping sounds. He slips his mouth over the head of David’s cock and engulfs the shaft.
David presses his lips once more against Christian’s and drives his tongue deep inside. They slide against each other, keeping it all as slow as they can manage. The moans of pleasure are swallowed away as the kiss becomes more needy and their hands drift over each other’s bodies, unbuttoning, fingers slipping soft against skin.
The sensations are so good that David is scared to look. He’s afraid he might end up wanting this so much it obscures everything that’s important to him, but he can’t resist. He pulls away from the kiss and watches the blond head working his cock in and out of pouting pink lips. He watches James’s fingers pull at Christian’s cock and he looks back at Christian and smiles.
He was right to want this.
Christian returns the smile. He tangles his fingers into blond almost-curls and tilts James’s head back so he’s looking at him.
“You’re way too dressed for this party, Jamie.”
Pulling the slighter man up onto the couch with them, they pull the jeans and t-shirt off him and shuck away their own clothing.
David searches out James’s mouth and tastes himself on the other man’s lips, the smokiness and slight stubble burn only adding to his arousal. Would he ever want to kiss a soft female mouth again?
“Bed,” says James urgently, brushing himself cat-like against these men, wanting to be petted and stroked, wanting to lose himself in this sea of arousal forever.
David responds and rubs his fingers over the pale skin, mouthing and nipping at the older man’s neck ‘til James is straddled over him, grinding himself hard against his cock and making the most delicious little noises.
Christian gets unsteadily to his feet and watches the other two men as they play together. He wants in and pulls James away from David, laughing at the frown that appears on the big man’s face.
“Bed,” he grins.
James falls to his knees and sucks at Chris’s cock, rolling the swollen head around on his tongue and grazing the shaft gently with his teeth.
“Fuck, we’ll never make it to bed with you in this mood.” Christian bucks his pelvis, pumping into James’s mouth. He holds a hand out to David and drags him up from the couch and they’re kissing again, James sandwiched between them, sucking at each cock in turn.
David can’t even remember how they ended up tangled on the bed together. He thinks Christian might well have picked James up and slung him over his shoulder but he’s not at all sure. All he knows is that Christian is in between his legs nuzzling him and James is curled around him and his own fingers are reaching out and he’s going to touch another man’s cock for the first time in his life.
He thinks it should be like masturbation but it isn’t. As soon as he holds the shaft in his hand and hears James sigh he’s lost. Each little touch makes James writhe and moan. Each swipe of his thumb makes that prick twitch and swell. He looks down and the sight of Christian working him between taut lips makes him fall back and pump his hips upward. He grips James too hard in his excitement and his fingernails bite into the hard flesh. The ensuing squeal floods him with guilt.
“Sorry,” he mutters, looking into what he expects to be pain-filled eyes. Instead the pupils are fully dilated and James is open-mouthed and panting.
Chris looks up from David’s cock.
“He kinda likes a little pain with his pleasure. Try biting him.”
Chris swallows David’s cock once more and this is enough incentive for the bigger man to dip his head and bite gently at James’s neck. James cries out and thrusts into his fist and David almost sobs. He doesn’t know if it’s because Chris is deep-throating him so well or because James is so responsive to him but, whatever it is, he’s in heaven. He tugs at the blond man ‘til he’s half on top of him and pulls at his cock aggressively, at the same time biting into his nipple so hard that he can taste blood.
James claws at the sheets, cries out and comes.
David bites hard into pale flesh and groans out his orgasm, filling Christian’s mouth with semen.
Christian works David down with his fingers and smiles. He knows it’ll be his turn next.
“Fuck,” says David, when he can remember how to speak. His hand’s full of spunk and his brains have turned to mush and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so damn satisfied in his life. He lies back on the bed and sighs happily.
James nudges him, “Hey, someone here’s feeling left out. D’ya think we can help him out?”
The blond man kneels at the end of the bed and hooks Chris’ legs around him. David watches in shocked amazement as James spreads Christian and begins licking him gently from the perineum down lower and lower until his face is buried and he’s lapping at Chris and Chris is howling with delight and reaching for his own cock.
David wonders what it’d be like to suck cock. Sometimes he’s watched girls giving him head and thought it must be an amazing thing to do. To feel the power as the shaft twitches and swells between your lips. To taste the sweet droplets of lubricating fluid that gleam and then drip teasingly from the tiny slit. To glide your tongue over the silken smooth head and seal it inside your mouth.
He’s inches away from Chris’s cock now. He approaches it tentatively and sees the trickle of pre-come. He licks his lips and paints the tip of his tongue with the tiniest amount of fluid, trying it out for flavour.
James looks up and smiles. He sits on the bed and replaces Christian’s hand with his own, brushing the head of the younger man’s cock up against David’s lips until they shine as if they’ve been glossed.
“It’s good,” murmurs James, and David opens up slightly. His eyes remain fixed on the blond man, who pets his hair gently and pushes him lower, feeding the cock into his mouth.
It is good.
David licks and sucks experimentally, trying to make sure that he doesn’t nip the shaft with his teeth. He runs his tongue over every part of this new toy, gauging each tiny reaction and swelling with pride as he takes in more and more of the smooth warm column of flesh.
James moves his hand away and is equally proud as he sees David swallow Chris down to the root. He watches them for a while and then he wonders if this is what it’s all been about from the start and he rushes headlong into that black tunnel.
They don’t notice when he leaves.
Dave gags slightly as his mouth is filled with salt-sweet come. He could get used to the taste. He grins. If anyone had told him a month ago – a week ago even – that he’d be naked on the bed with Christian’s cock down his throat he’d have laughed at them. Fuck, he’d have probably punched them for saying it.
He licks at the softening prick, washing it with his tongue.
“Shit.”
Dave jumps back startled, thinking automatically that he must have done something wrong.
“No, not you, man,” Christian half-laughs and runs his calloused, guitar-hardened fingers through David’s hair. “Just noticed Jamie’s gone walkabout. I’ll go find him.”
“I’ll go.” Dave thinks it might help the dynamics of this if he talks to James. He’s never really talked to James. You should at least exchange a few words with a guy before you fuck around with him. It seems polite.
The whole apartment is dark. Dave gets up from the bed and stumbles around slightly, trying to find his way into the living room. The flickering glow of the cigarette guides his way. A light in the darkness. He laughs silently at the thought and falls clumsily onto the couch next to his bleached blond co-star.
“Threesomes aren’t as much fun when there’re only two of you.”
Dave’s hears a half-hearted snort of would-be laughter. He never thought laughter could sound so bitter and cynical. His eyes are adjusting to the darkness now and the smouldering tip of the Marlboro illuminates James’s face just for a second. He never thought he’d see that face looking so bitter and cynical either.
“Want me to go?” he asks.
“No.”
Dave hears so much truth in that one word and is reassured. “What do you want?”
“I want you to take me back into that bedroom and fuck me so hard that I can’t think anymore.”
Dave watches the cigarette meet its final death in the ash tray and pulls James into his arms. His cock is hard again just from those words. He shouldn’t react to the desperation like that but the animal inside him needs to know more. He reaches for James’s mouth and the kisses are bitter, desperate, hungry – the essence of what this evening seems to be about.
It’s bizarre, but it makes everything easier. Suddenly David isn’t the lost little boy wanting to belong. He’s now the one in control.
I want you to take me back into that bedroom and fuck me so hard that I can’t think anymore.
The words ring around the inside of David’s head in reverse echo, building to a crescendo. He slips the t-shirt over James’s head and licks his way down, tonguing each nipple until it hardens. His fingers delve inside the waistband of the jeans and he’s holding that cock in his fist again and this time he knows what he’s doing.
“Back to bed,” he says, the words melting into James’s mouth as he kisses and licks and undresses this man whom he doesn’t even really know.
Christian watches from the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. His cock is half hard, excited by the breathy pants and quiet words, the promise of what might be. He’s not jealous. He doubts that James was jealous earlier. He doesn’t think James can figure out what he wants beyond sex. Chris is the same, minus the baggage, but that makes him totally different. He’s just in this for the sex. He tries to ignore the little part of him that is starting to care.
They collide in a mess of bodies at the entrance to the bedroom, licking, biting, sucking, all of them greedy and overheated. The lamp is switched on and it casts a shimmer of light around the room, just enough for them to see. Too much would equal too personal.
Chris exchanges glances with David. They both know they’re going to fuck James, swapping his body between them, treating him like a whore just the way he wants.
The thoughts are too much; Chris grabs the base of his cock and squeezes. David does the same. Simpatico they are. In tune.
Christian wants first blood. It’s his right. He looks at the nightstand and sees the lube and condoms ready and likes James even more for it. The man is a weird mix of shy boy and satyr. It’s a huge fucking turn on. James is spread out on the bed now and David is nipping at his lips, teasing him, grinning at the peevish expression on the man’s face. Chris lubes his fingers and lifts James’s leg, all the while watching them play. He slides one hand rhythmically up and down the jutting erection and his fingers wriggle lower, probing inside.
James arches up from the mattress, yowling with delight as he’s penetrated, and David is beyond fascinated. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and watches Chris fuck the man with his hand, three fingers now, scissoring and stretching him, opening him up.
“You ready, Jamie?” asks Christian.
James growls in frustration as the hands are removed from his body and he twists and writhes on the bed. David can’t resist; he slicks up his fingers as Chris rolls the condom over his erection and, before the other man can lift James into position, David buries his hand into the twitching ring of muscle. It’s so hot, so tight and he needs to house his cock in there. Ripping open the foil covering, he slides the Durex over his length, lifts James’s legs and pushes inside.
“Bastard,” laughs Chris.
David would smile back at him but it’s too hard to think about anything right now. He stills, trying to control his need to come. James urges him on with a squeeze of muscle and grabs for Chris, pulling his head down onto his cock, twisting his fingers into dark shiny hair.
David groans and gives in to his need, fucking this lithe little body with deep penetrating thrusts. He’s counting in his head now, thinking of anything but the rush that’s building inside him, trying hard to detach himself from this, trying not to watch Chris’s mouth sucking and biting at James’s cock. He wants to come so badly, but not yet.
Chris’s head is still on James’s belly but now he’s just licking and staring up at David.
“My turn now,” he says, lazily stroking the swollen glans with slow swipes of his tongue.
Before David figures out what’s going on, James is on all fours and Chris is fucking him. David can’t remember how that happened but he slips the rubber off his erection and lies back on the bed, legs spread, propped up on his elbows waiting for James to bury his face in him and suck him off. The blond man looks up at him with feline eyes that are black with arousal. He might be the one getting fucked but right at this moment he looks dangerous, almost predatory, and when he swallows David’s cock whole and digs his nails into skin David thinks he might well wake up with cat-scratch fever.
He’s already burning up.
James loves the little boy look of perpetual amazement on David’s face. He wants to stay in this place forever. He wants to be fucked to death by these two men. He wants to be fucked back to life by them. He swirls his tongue around the cock and grazes his teeth over the frenulum, just enough to make the big man groan and kneel up. Yeah, this is what James wants. He hums as the cock hits the back of his throat, knowing that this’ll drive David crazy… and he’s right. He closes his eyes and opens his throat and lets himself enjoy the moment as David fucks his mouth.
Chris stares at Dave and they lock eyes for a second. It’s kind of like the good old days but much much better. Now they can share everything. He hasn’t fucked a guy in a long time but he knew he wanted to fuck James from the first moment he set eyes on him -- he jerked off twice that night thinking about the tongue curling little grin. He jerks off all the time thinking about it still and now he has a whole bagload of new memories to enjoy at his leisure. He’s never seriously thought about screwing around with Dave and definitely not thought about screwing him. He doesn’t think the guy would wanna bottom for anyone.
James bottoms like a top, leading the play, actively submissive if that’s possible. Fucking James is a whole lot better than he ever thought it would be. He shudders, just managing to withhold his orgasm. He knows exactly how he wants to come but for now it’s time to let Dave have another play. He pulls out and strips off his condom, glancing over at the nightstand to make sure there’s more.
They’re gonna need them.
David’s pumped with excitement. He wants James in his arms, back against the wall, legs wrapped tight around him, but that’s too intimate for now. He lifts James off the bed and pushes him until he’s facing the wall instead, arms and legs spread, fingers splayed out, pale against the dark blue paint. Christian squats on the floor and takes James’s cock into his mouth.
“Christ,” he yells. “Fuck me, David.”
David’s mouth waters, there’s nothing on earth that turns him on more than having someone really, really want him. He rolls on another condom, lubes himself up and braces himself against the wall with one hand. Spreading his legs and bending slightly at the knees, he slides his cock along the crevice until it nudges against James’s hole.
“Want my cock in you?” David bites into James’s neck and James pushes backwards, trying to impale himself on the erection. He cries out as David slams inside, thrusting him forward into Chris’s mouth.
David finally knows what threeway fucking is really about. This is mutual satisfaction; grunting heaving unadulterated pleasure. He knows Chris is fucking his own fist as he’s squashed between the wall and James’s body. He knows James’s eyes are closed and his face is covered in tiny pinprick droplets of sweat. He knows he’s about to come and he can’t stay the climax any longer – he doesn’t want to.
He wraps his free arm around the almost too slim body and feels the tremble-tingle begin, working its way through nerves and muscles, making his legs shake and his hips pump faster. Fuck, he’s coming and coming hard – cymbal crashing orchestral finale, Fourth of July fireworks all rolled into one. He pulls out and strips the used condom off his cock then manages to make it to the bed before he collapses.
Christian stands, his back grazing the wall as he slides up into James’s arms. They kiss hungrily for a moment, erections rubbing torturously together, and then stumble over to the bed, still exploring each others’ mouths.
Christian lies down next to David and is about to slick himself up then stares at James and waits for just a second before ripping open another foil packet and sliding the sheath over his penis. He wants to come inside James properly but he can see that it’s too soon for that level of intimacy. Chris pants as James straddles him and eases himself onto his cock. He sees the twist of pain on James’s face and is concerned.
“You okay, Jamie?”
“More than.” The smile that lights up James’s eyes makes Chris happier than all the words in the world and he drags James down for a kiss before the fuck gets them too carried away.
James is all sleek sinew and smooth pale flesh and Chris loves to watch the way the muscles play, barely hidden beneath the skin. James rides him slowly, his cock slapping against his belly with every movement. Chris reaches up, grins slyly and digs his nail into James’s right nipple.
It has the desired effect. No slow controlled fuck for them any longer. James grips Chris’s shoulders and Chris clenches his fist around James’s cock and the sex is hard and fast and painfully good. Chris hears a hiss of breath and looks to his side to see David staring at them like they were porno.
“You’re still at it? Christ, if fucking was an Olympic event you guys’d win the gold.”
James hears the flippant words come out of David’s mouth but he listens to the husky voice and sees the flaccid cock swelling and stiffening up. He stops for a moment and takes Christian’s free hand, placing it over Dave’s length. James stares as David kneels up, shakes off the other man’s hand and masturbates hard. He etches the picture into his brain just in case he never gets to see it again. The big guy’s back is arched, his hips are thrust forward, and his arm is working furiously. James looks down and sees that Christian is staring too. They share a grin but then they are caught up in each others’ eyes and the amusement slips away, leaving something much more raw in its place.
James suddenly finds himself at that unstoppable point and fucks Chris harder, wanting the other man to come before him. The friction burn drives him closer to the edge and he bucks and yells out and Chris works his cock hard between clenched fingers.
The spatter of semen and the grip of James’s muscle is all that Chris needs. He groans and thrusts upward. He wants to fill James with his sperm instead of the rubber sheath but it’s good enough for now.
David thinks back to how far away this all seemed a day ago when he was jerking himself off furtively in the shadows. He thinks back to how alone he felt then and as he comes over the other two men he doesn’t feel lonely any more. How he’s going to feel about this later he’s not so sure.
They fall asleep in a jumble of bodies, ignoring the need to pee and the sea of used condoms.
*
The next morning David wakes early. He extricates himself from the tangle of male limbs and showers quickly then runs away from the scene of the crime.
He thinks he may have made the biggest mistake of his life.
DONE