Archive of Our Own

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The drive was long and torture. It was when you don't know the other three particularly well. This was supposed to be a good experience, a chance to actually bond with everyone and get a groove going.

This just fell into Craig's lap after being invited to drinks with a few other bands. The night was going well with Craig chatting up another singer he had met.

Cameron Stone was his name and he was the singer for a bigger band on the East Coast, The Cultists. Craig had heard of them and their music. He seemed well k

Cameron had been telling him how he had found his place in the new band by getting everyone out and around together. If they had more chances to bond and play together then they'd find their groove and flow together.

It had helped him when he had a revolving door of members. Craig felt like the advice was good and Cameron even offered to help him with it.

An act of kindness is like a pebble dropped in a pond after all.

So they ended up somehow going to a house in the middle of one of Colorado's expensive ski resorts with their own rental house and apparently they had some help there too. Three weeks, all expenses paid. The drive through the snow wasn't mentioned but Craig had to forgive it.

"Alright I'm saying it since nobody else is saying it." Robert said from the passenger seat. Craig glanced from the road to the drummer.

Max and Monte had perked up in the back seat. Those two were zoned out or staring out the window excitedly about the snow.

"What's that Ortiz?" Monte asked, lazily rolling his head over to the side to look at the front.

"Mabbit had to have either sold his soul to the Devil or he acted like the world's best prostitute. We're in a part of Colorado where only people make six figures and above." He said, holding his hands up in defence before dropping them.

The car erupted in laughter from everyone but the driver who gripped the steering wheel. He debated for a moment of swerving off the road before being reminded of the reason.

"Man I've said this a thousand times over. I was offered, I said fuck it and took it." Craig said defeated. He looked around the gates for the specific house name, Silky Lupine Chalet.

"What am I supposed to do? Who says no to a fucking break?"

"We're here!" Max shouted rocketing towards the center console and pointing forward.

Robert shoved him back while Monte replaced him immediately. The man gawked at the upcoming house. Craig skirted to a stop, almost sending Monte into the radio if Robert hadn't held him back.

"Holy shit. Dude are we sure this is the house?" Robert asked in amazement.

"Silky Lupine Chalet. That's it." Craig confirmed, barely reacting to the actions going on right behind him.

Max had yanked Monte back too hard and sent him into the hard leather seat. They had started socking each other in the arm when the gate opened.

"I guess they know we're here." Craig said, starting the car again and driving onto the property.

The house and a side yard was fenced off with another structure in the back. The garage was straight up the driveway and already opened.

Someone was standing by the door already by the time Craig pulled in and they had finished being gobsmacked. They took a moment, looking around at each other.

"If shit is weird, we leave. Deal?" Craig asked, looking between them.

Max and Rob nodded while Monte agreed wholeheartedly. With that, they got out. The first time in around four hours.

"Hey guys, I'm Stuart. I'm supposed to be the help." The man greeted, uncrossing his arms and rocking on his heels. He looked around the guys, stopping when he saw Max who had been stretching.

"A-anyways I'll be inside. Uh just yell if you need help." He dashed inside, leaving the door ajar.

Robert looked over at Max over by the trunk, grabbing his bags then over to Craig's questioning face. Monte was blissfully unaware, grabbing bags and telling the other two to stop staring and lend some hands.

Robert and Craig hung back until Monte and Max had scurried inside. Rob was closing the garage door as Craig grabbed his bag.

"I think he knows Max." Robert said plainly when he grabbed the last bag.

"He ran off when he saw him. Max see it?" Craig shut the trunk. Robert shifted the weight of the bag and his weight.

"I don't think so. Guess we'll see."

"I just wanted a vacation." Craig grumbled as they went inside.

As soon as they passed through the doorway, they were hit with hot air and the smell of something cooking. It smelled delicious and drew them further inside.

To their right was a living room with a roaring fire and Max splayed out on the couch. Robert set his bags down by the stairs to their left and headed to join him, their shoes joining the pile by the bags.

Craig set his bags down and wandered further to the left, only finding a door with a light switch in the corner and the front entryway. He tried the door, opening to a dark hallway. He flicked the switch only to see another door now.

"Nope nope nope." He muttered, closing the door and shutting the light off. He turned and walked back to the right, passing the stairs and the dining room.

Nobody was in the dining room but there were a few notebooks stacked on the table with some pens. He decided not to check what that was about and went around the corner to the living room.

The tv was on now with Rob and Max engrossed in some cheap reality tv show, with mugs in their hands. He looked to his right to see a kitchen and Monte sitting at the end of the bar.

Craig walked over and leaned against the bar, watching Monte devour some cookies and with a mug.

Stuart turned around and smiled. "Hi Craig right? It's late for lunch but early for dinner but there's something coming."

"Oh shit thank you. You didn't have to do that y'know?" Craig said a little stunned.

"Eh it's my job. I'm the help remember?" Stuart chuckled, handing him a mug. "Here. It's a little thing I make when it's cold out. Try it."

Craig picked it up, looking at the dark brown liquid and the slight red bits in it. He sniffed it and it smelled like chocolate.

"Dude I'm not here to poison you." Stuart laughed. "It's hot chocolate, coffee and some cinnamon."

Craig laughed awkwardly before drinking some. Oh damn that's good. He drank more and set the cup down.

"Shit sorry. I'm just weirded out. Like this place is ours for now?" Craig confessed. "For three weeks?"

"Three weeks." Stu confirmed. "What's so weird about that?"

"Rob thinks he sucked this Stone guy off for it. I'm agreeing." Monte added in between bites.

Stuart sucked his teeth at that remark and tapped his knuckles on the marble counter twice. "Anyway, the bedrooms are upstairs, pick whichever you want except the last one in the corner. That's mine."

Craig nodded, half listening and more trying to place where he'd seen Stuart before. If Max had to know him then he must have been around and Craig could've met him before. Stu had his back turned.

"The bathrooms are at the end of each hall and one downstairs. Hope you don't mind sharing." Stu said over his shoulder.

Craig nodded before clearing his throat. "Got it."

He finished his drink and set his mug in the sink before pushing off and heading to the living room.

Max had disappeared from the living room and Rob was flipping through the channels.

"Hey where's Max?" He asked.

"He went off to be Max. Something about finding something." Rob waved him off. "Max shit."

Craig shrugged and went to his bag, picking it up and walking upstairs. The curtains were pulled tight and he made it to the landing.

There was a door at the end. The bathroom, lights were on. Then three doors in front of Craig and two down the small hallway. There was a corner room, Stuart's and one across from it with an opened laundry room.

He elected the room across from the laundry room and opened the door. Craig didn't expect the color schemed room.

He picked the seemingly red, orange and yellow. Almost like a sunset. It'd be good enough for him. He set the bags down on the side of the nightstand and sat on the bed.

Queen size and fucking hard. It made Craig sink into it as he laid down. It hugged and applied pressure he needed in joints he didn't know ached.

Oh this was going to be a dream to sleep in. He could already tell.

A loud thump came from outside and Craig shot up. The fuck was that? He got off the bed to peak outside the bedroom, seeing the corner room cracked open and movement inside.

Craig snuck over and opened the door, seeing Max jump out of his skin and hold his hands up immediately.

"Dude! What are you doing?" Craig asked, looking around. This room was different. It felt personal and deeply invasive that they came in there in the first place.

He stopped and looked at what Max was holding. A notebook. He snatched it from the other who protested and took it back.

"Stop dude! I found something!" Max started flipping through the pages. He got to a specific page and pointed. "Is it or is it not weird that there's only one dude here? One."

Craig rolled his eyes and yanked the notebook out, unintentionally ripping a page out and shoved it back on the dresser. He shoved Max out and down the hall.

"Don't pull that stupid shit again! Please for fuck's sakes!" He snapped in a hushed tone. "We just got here and you're snooping."

"Craig I wouldn't bullshit this. I-" Max stopped, huffing as his eyes darted to the floor then to Craig. "I know him down there. I don't know how to explain it but *that thing* down there isn't just some help."

"That's fucked up to refer as someone as a thing man." Craig scolded. "Rob and I know this is fucking strange but unless Monte agrees it's off then we're staying."

"If you won't say anything to the guys, I'm going to." Max warned before he headed downstairs.

Craig swallowed the lump in his throat and went to the bathroom. He locked the door and leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths to steady his nerves.

The paper he had shoved in his pocket was now out and on the counter, crumpled. He took it and smoothed it out.

Craig couldn't read this. This was a major violation of privacy. This was huge. You don't read someone else's thoughts ever.

He folded it and put it back in his pocket, heading downstairs and hearing more chatter in the kitchen. Craig walked to the noise, trying to shake off the feeling of uneasy and dread.

As he got around the corner, the rest of the guys were huddling around the stove with Stuart standing aside looking amused.

"What's going on?" Craig chuckled, looking at the scene.

"Lunch? Dinner? Food is done." Stu replied, turning to look at Craig. "What was that noise upstairs?"

Craig internally panicked for a minute. Shit he knows they were in his room. He looked over at the guys who were useless.

"Oh uh I dropped something. My bag!" Craig blurted out. "Yeah it was an accident."

Stuart's face looked unconvinced but not upset. He shrugged and shooed the other three away and towards the dining room. He herded Craig along with them as well.

The men got seated, Craig sat next to Max who was visibly antsy. He knew about what and he was praying Max would keep his yap shut for the duration. Craig glared at him when Max started asking Monte how he felt about the situation.

"The more time I spend here, I think there's something up. I mean who has this place and lends it out to *us* of all people." Monte questioned. "I mean did anyone else meet this Cameron dude? I know I didn't."

"I sure haven't. I doubt Max knows him but Stuart does seem to know Maxie over here." Robert replied, looking at Max with suspicion.

"Funny you say that Ortiz." Max started but was interrupted with Stuart returning with four beers.

"Here be right back." The man said before disappearing again.

"This confirms it. Shit's fucky." Monte twisted the bottle open before taking a drink. "It's the same beer we buy when we're on tour. Who else would know that?"

Max and Craig followed suit while Rob studied the bottle's label. He set it down and watched the other drink.

The approaching sounds of slow but steady footsteps made them look up to see Stuart expertly carry four plates of food out to them.

He delicately placed the plates down along with accompanying silverware. Stuart was oddly quiet and solemn when he did so, especially when he neared Max. He flinched away when Max raised a hand to help him set the plate down.

Robert and Craig locked eyes for a moment before Craig's plate was set down in front of him. Stuart gently bowed and told them to enjoy it and that he was going up to his room for a bit. They had the whole house to explore and there was plenty to do.

"It looks good. Thanks pup." Max said, a grin that raveled the devil's following.

Stuart's lips tightened into a forced smile and nodded. "You're welcome. I'll be down to clean up in a bit."

As soon as Stuart left and Craig couldn't hear any more steps, he kicked Max under the table.

"Dude!" He scolded while Max winced in pain.

"Back to what I was saying, what's the deal?" Robert asked, taking in what was on his plate.

Some type of slow roasted sliced meat with roasted potatoes and carrots with grilled asparagus. It looked show stopping with the presentation, bright and vibrant but just sloppy enough to know it was home cooked.

"Anyone eating yet?" He asked, looking up to the three of them scarfing the food down. "Never mind."

Craig shrugged. It was delicious from the first bite and he had almost polished it off. He hadn't even thought about what he was eating.

Max and Monte were in similar positions, not thinking about the food since Stuart really hadn't given them a reason to ponder. The most he had given them was some weird awkward moments but that's expected.

Robert started to eat, finding the meat was beef and it was tender and flavourful. It seemed so professionally prepared. He hadn't stopped eating once, leaving his beer neglected and the others who were immersed in conversation as they finished.

"We're not asking him that dude. You're fucking nuts." Craig stated plainly as he leaned back into his chair. That was a satisfying meal and he was full.

"I'm not saying we go up to him and say, 'hey are you or are you not some high class hooker who happens to be a great cook?" Monte defended his inquiry.

"I don't think he's a hooker." Robert said between his finishing bites. He sucked his teeth to clear any remainders and washed it down with some of his drink.

"He's not. I'll be back." Max excused himself, dropping the napkin on his plate and grabbing his beer.

Craig watched him leave with a pit in his stomach but Monte drew his attention back with a question.

"Then what's the deal? Why'd Cameron send us this, why is he here and what's up with this delicious ass food? Fuck I want seconds and I'm full as hell." Monte shoved the plate further away to discourage the notion and held his bottle.

"I do not know." Craig said, emphasising every word and glaring at the man across from him. "Listen, over by the front door there's another door. I thought it was a bathroom or some shit. It's a hallway with another door at the end."

"Hmn I don't know. Servant's quarters?" Robert suggested, his left arm hanging behind the chair back and his right fingers drumming on the table.

"Maybe but I don't know. I didn't want to snoop in case of something." Craig shrugged.

"Nah you were a pussy and didn't want to get snagged by some monster in there." Monte laughed. The other two joined as Max snuck his way upstairs.

He knew. He knew damn well what this whole thing was about. Max had read enough of that notebook to understand.

He took a long swig of the bitter brown liquid to calm the nerves that were jumping at everything. He slipped his way down to the corner bedroom, knocking twice on the white door.

A second or two passed as Max unintentionally swayed while he waited. He finished the beer and started picking at the wet label before the door opened.

Stuart looked shocked and for a flash, worried before putting on a scowl. "Well I'm not surprised you were first."

"First for what now?" Max asked, leaning into the doorway and playing with his lip rings. He was aware of the slightly taller man watching his tongue roll over them.

"I think you know. You and that little twig below Mabbit." Stuart scoffed before sighing and looking at Max. "What do you want Max?"

"Let me in." Max straightened up, smiling politely. "Then we can talk it over."

Stuart toyed with his labret before stepping aside for Max to slip by him. He looked around the hallway before closing the door.

The actions upstairs had no effect on the group below who had moved to the front entry and stood staring at the door Craig discovered earlier.

"Open it Mabbit." Robert urged Craig.

"What? No. You." Craig objected. "Monte go and open it."

"Fuck no you found it, you open it." Monte shoved Craig forward towards it.

Craig stumbled and caught himself on the wall, standing up and flipping the two men off before turning back. He touched the door handle and he swore there was a spark. His hand flew back monetarily before flinging the door opened.

There was

"Nothing. It's completely fucking dark. Great." Robert concluded.

Craig rolled his eyes and flipped the light on. The other door was revealed and the trio traveled down the hallway. It was narrow and could only fit the three in a single file line.

Monte led the charge and opened the second door. The smell of chlorine and something oddly pleasant like flowers blasted them in the face.

They flowed out into the room, fumbling for any light other than from the hallway until Robert found a switch and flicked it on beside a control panel by the door.

It was an indoor pool and hot tub completed with shower stalls in the far side with two other doors beside them.

"Holy crap!" Craig exclaimed.

"How much fucking money does this guy have!" Monte yelled, hearing the echo and spinning around on his heel. "Can I fucking have some? God!"

Robert looked into the two other doors, seeing a utility closet with the pool's pump and the other showed another surprise.

It was a sauna. An actual sauna. His jaw dropped in amazement in time with Stuart's upstairs.

"Are you serious? None of the others know?" He asked again, seeing Max shrug and nod perched on his dresser across from him.

"They have an idea. They think you're a high priced hooker but that's a shoestring." Max reconfirmed.

Stuart's mouth opened then closed. "Are you going to tell them?"

"I might. Might not. It's weird sharing one guy and I don't think the others swing that way." Max said dismissively. "Do you want them to know? Obviously you've been sent here for a reason. Great food is a plus I'm assuming."

Stuart pulled his sweater further away from his frame. He was sent here to be a toy for them. A pretty doll to use to satisfy their needs. The bonding was genuine but in Cameron's warped twisted sense, offering his boyfriend up to possible sexual abuse was his way to bond with others.

"I don't know. He'd know if I didn't. There wouldn't be anything to use against you guys if something happened." Stuart confessed. "Are they like that anyway?"

"I don't know. I've only seen chicks flow through the bus and rooms. There's always chicks and never a dude." Max said in a tone that came close to complaining. "Not that I mind it. It's just boring after a while."

"What would you want from me? If you didn't tell them?" Stuart asked earnestly.

"I think you know. Last time, you were better than any other pussy I had. I've gotten around more." Max rolled his head to look at him. "Let's see if you still compare."

Stuart swallowed and nodded. "Now?"

"I'm open. I'm here for three weeks honey." Max shrugged, sliding off the dresser.

Stuart nodded, getting off the bed and crawling towards him. His hands went to the belt buckle. Only one this time and Stuart couldn't help it.

"Only one? You losing your emo boy status?" Stuart mocked, getting to the button. His head was yanked back by Max's slender hand.

"Bad dog." Max hissed as Stuart flinched at the words. His eyes turned furious but he smiled sweetly, almost scarily.

"Sorry sir." He cooed and Max released him to continue his work on getting the skinny jeans down past Max's thighs.

"You've gotten prettier. You almost look like a girl now." Max commented quietly as Stuart tucked his hair behind his ear.

Stuart couldn't answer, feeling the need to throw up but swallowing it down. His tongue rolled out and rubbed the growing tent in the striped red boxers.

Max's hand grabbed his hair again but not to pull just to encourage him. Stuart got the message and pulled the barrier down to join the jeans.

Max's dick wasn't special, average length and a little on the thick side but from what Stuart could remember, he liked how good it felt slamming against the back of his throat.

Stuart's hand held the base of the cock as he ran his tongue up the underside. He sucked on the leaking red tip before going further down. He only took a third of it before stopping to bob his head.

"Ah shit." Max groaned, his grip tightening and starting to push the head lower. Stuart obeyed and swallowed the cock until the base, feeling it throb near the back of his throat.

"F-fuck fuck good boy." Max moaned, putting both hands in Stuart's long brown hair.

His tongue stroked the underside and Stuart bobbed his head. His hands were holding Max's hips back from bucking but failing. He looked up through his eyelashes, seeing Max slowly ease into this.

He sped up but by bit, pulling off at times to lick the tip. Stuart was deep throating Max with ease and only stopped to cough once or twice.

"F-fuck get off." Max ordered shakily, a warning Stuart didn't heed to. He kept going, deep throating when he felt the throbbing get more intense and tightened his throat.

"Shit shit!" The younger man moaned, his hands pulling the hair to force him any lower.

Stuart gagged when the flood of salt and warmth came. His nose was buried in dark brown pubes and it tickled. He was acutely aware of how his dick started to ache and how he wanted more.

As much as Stuart hated doing this, it felt good at times. Those times when someone wasn't hurting him with malicious intent, those felt good. He could feign stupidity and treat it like a hook up.

Max was one of those times. One of those people where Stuart could block out the situation if he tried hard enough. He could treat it as almost okay to do.

Max pulled him out of his thoughts and off of his cock, leaving a trail of spit and cum connecting them. Stuart giggled dazed and rolled out his tongue.

"Last time we caught you at the end of the night. You looked like the receiving end of a beating." Max reminisced while absentmindedly petting Stuart's hair down. That was almost three years ago.

Stuart whined, pushing into the hand. He didn't want to think of that night. That night was a nightmare to him. That night scared him of a repeat and into two years of the best behaviour he had been.

"Are you done?" Stuart asked quietly, moving away from the petting. Max shook his head and grinned.

"Of course not but that'll wait for later." Max replied, patting Stuart on the cheek. "Don't bother going to your room tonight."

Stuart nodded and watched Max tuck himself back in and pull his boxers and pants back up. He wanted to ask Max to stay for a moment but he bit his tongue and went back to his bed.

Max wandered over and rubbed Stuart's head. "Don't worry, we'll have fun soon. Just be patient."

Stuart pawed at his free hanging hand and shook his head, pulling him on top and whining. He was aching and getting needy.

"Please. Don't wanna wait." Stuart muttered, grabbing at whatever he could reach. The pants started falling off Max's hips and Stuart took the chance and pulled him closer.

Stuart whimpered and bucked his hips up. "Need it now. Please."

Max pulled away, shoving his pants down and off. Stuart pulled his sweatpants off and pulled off his boxers. Max didn't bother pulling off his, just crawled onto the bed and on top of Stuart.

The bottom spread his legs further apart and lifted his hips for easier access. Max was clumsy pulling out his cock and searching for Stuart's hole. Stuart pulled him down to kiss him, tangling his hands into Max's scruffy cut hair.

Max got more aggressive when he felt the plug, tugging at it and feeling how Stuart's legs tightened around his waist. He wiggled it around wanting to make Stuart whine more.

"You're a fucking mess for this. You like this don't you?" Max growled, biting Stuart's neck and tugged on it hard. "You need to be used don't you doggy?"

Stuart nodded panting with need and pulling at his shirt. Max pulled the plug out, dropping it to the bed and pumped up his cock. The slick left over from Stuart's hole lubed him enough.

The air between them was suffocating as they groped each other and kissed. Stuart was pulling at Max's clothes, whimpering loudly whenever he stopped for moment. He needed something, anything to relieve the aching.

Max pushed in, groaning at how tight Stuart was. Something he had apparently forgotten. He hissed with every inch entering Stuart as the other was whimpering at the stretch.

Once Max was fully in, Stuart whimpered pathetically and bucked his hips. It hurt but that made him needier, he wanted more. He yipped in defiance at Max not moving only to feel the thin hips snap forward deeper into him. Stuart yelped and gripped Max's shoulders.

He rolled them over, ending with Max on his back and Stuart sitting on top of him. The hands on his hips moved to his ass as Stuart bounced, spanking the mound of flesh.

Stuart yelped when Max's tip hit his prostate and stopped riding him which annoyed Max. He was the one who was whimpering like a kicked puppy and now he stopped just when it started to feel good.

He wrapped a hand around Stuart's throat, watching his eyes glaze over and his tongue hanging out while he panted. He squeezed while fucking up into Stuart, grinning at how much more complaint he was getting.

"Fuck you're so good like this. You're such a good boy." Max moaned, wrapping his other hand around the throat. His hips went faster and bucked up harder, slamming into the bottom with a brutal force.

Stuart yelped, his hands gripping the other's shirt as his hips bounced in time with Max's. He couldn't stop the whimpers and moans falling out of his lips. He was sure he was babbling Max for something but he didn't know what. His head was too fuzzy.

The noises coming from Stuart's sloppy fucked out hole were drowning out the moans the both men were making. Stuart's vision was getting blurry as he got closer and his movements got more erratic.

Max's hands fell from the throat to Stuart's ass to force him to bounce harder. He was so close, it was almost there. He gasped when he felt Stuart's legs start to shake as the bottom was starting to cum.

He forced Stuart back down on his back and forced his legs to his chest. Max drilled into Stuart, hearing the bed start to bang into the wall and squeaking. The thought of the others hearing it didn't even cross his mind.

"M-max please! I-it hurts!" He cried out, pushing against Max's mid section. Max shoved his hands to the bed and pressed his full weight against him, drilling his cock deeper into Stuart.

Stuart's hands were trying to push Max away, trying to stop the relentless pounding but fuck his mind went blank as he came, splattering between their chest and staining their shirts. The pain was electrifying every nerve Stuart had and it felt good.

Max moaned at how tighter Stuart was, how easily he cried when Max went harder. He loved it when Stuart's legs shook as he came and how his legs squeezed his waist.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop!" Stuart sobbed out and clinging onto the bedsheets. Max chuckled, leaning down to bite his chest and neck leaving dark bruises.

This felt too good to stop. He wanted to keep going until they passed out from exhaustion and even then, Max wanted to stay buried in Stuart's hole. His hand pulled the long hair into forcing Stuart to watch his cock forcing its way in repeatedly.

Stuart's bottom lip quivered as he watched Max use him for his pleasure. He whined loudly and looked up at the man above him, his face twisted in bliss and lust. It made his cock twitch awake as Max slammed into him twice before releasing with a shaky moan. He rode through his orgasm by slowly fucking into Stuart, not wanting to finish now.

Stuart whimpered pathetically and went limp while he pawed at Max's body. Max pulled him close and kissed him hard, keeping his hands in his hair. The taller man whined when he felt Max's tongue push into his mouth, sucking on the invading tongue and wrapping his arms around his neck.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Max slowly thrusting in and out and Stuart letting out little pathetic mews of pleasures but the need for air broke them apart.

Max pulled away, holding Stuart's hips and started going a little faster. "This is why I told you to wait. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop."

Stuart grinned stupid and dazed. "Hate waiting. Wanted you bad."

Max chuckled, shaking his head. "No more. Where's your plug?"

Stuart nodded and crawled out from under him. He flipped onto his stomach and lifted his ass up as he searched for the plug. Max slipped two fingers into his hole, pushing the cum leaking out back in.

"You never answered me really." Stuart said softly. "Mabbit looks at me in a weird way. Monte too but I think I know why."

Max shrugged and added a third finger into Stuart. "Monte's more of an unknown. Craig is just weird. I'm not fond of him yet."

"What happened to Ronnie?" Stuart asked, his eyes closing as his mouth started to hang open.

"He got into some shit. I don't wanna talk about it." Max said solemnly before slipping the plug into him. "There. I'm going to shower okay?"

Stuart nodded, waiting until Max left before he sat up on his bed. He pulled off his sweater, looking at himself in the mirror. There wasn't any bruising yet but there were a few bite marks and some hickies on his collarbone and shoulders.

Stuart sighed, looking over his body for handprints or more possible bruises. There were a few on his ass but he could cover those. Nothing else.

The plug nestled between his cheeks was shining bright from the silver and the pale blue gemstone embedded in the end. Stuart pulled a cut up shirt that showed the bite marks and a pair of panties. He pulled his pants back on and went downstairs.

Stuart heard the shower running so there was Max. Maybe he could sneak his way inside the bathroom in a few minutes but where were the others?

He wandered through the living room and kitchen, cleaning up when he needed. There were plates stacked up in the dining room and discarded beer bottles.

He put away the leftovers and took out the cake he had made for dessert. It was a dark chocolate cherry cake coated in chocolate buttercream with a dark chocolate ganache around the edge with rum soaked cherries sitting on top. Stuart was careful to set it on the counter before walking towards the hallway by the entrance.

They had to be there since there wasn't anywhere else but outside. He walked down to the sounds of laughter before opening up the door to the indoor pool.

Stuart smiled at the sight, seeing Craig and Monte splashing each other but no Robert. He looked around but couldn't see him in the hot tub.

"Where's Robert?" He asked, catching the two men's attention. Craig smiled, bobbing in the pool.

"Oh the sauna. He was excited to try it out." He replied, seeing Stuart's disheveled appearance. "What happened to you?"

Stuart dismissed him. Max hadn't said anything about Robert and he was tall and handsome. He was taller than Stuart who was 6'0 himself and he looked stronger too. Maybe he could try seeing what was under the cover.

He opened the door to pop his head in, seeing Robert with his hair fully out of the braid and a plain black towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hi I wanted to see if you wanted any dessert or anything?" Stuart asked sweetly, walking in fully and closing the door behind him.

"Hm no I don't think I need anything." Robert replied, opening his eyes to look at Stuart. "Can I ask you something?"

The shorter man stiffened up as he played with the bottom of his shirt. Stuart shifted, shrugging and looking away from Robert.

Robert shrugged and closed his eyes again. Stuart squirmed a little and feeling the plug pressing further into him.

"What's the deal with you? How do you know Maxie?" Robert asked, turning to look up at him.

Stuart looked down with innocent eyes and shrugged. "I don't know what you mean?"

"I think you do. You're being coy about it." Robert stated and stood up. "That's my friend. I've known him long enough to understand who's not going to be good for him."

"And what you don't think I'm good for him?" Stuart asked, looking over at Robert who shook his head. "I can assure you it's not a relationship I'm looking for."

"No I don't think you are. Not with Max, he's a mess." Robert chuckled and went to turn off the steam. " I don't think with someone else either. Maybe that's not what you're angling for."

"Then what am I angling for?" Stuart asked in a cooing tone. He batted his eyelashes and smiled sweetly. He flipped his hair away from his shoulder and leaned closer to Rob.

"There's something wrong with you. Something off. I can't explain it." Robert said as he studied Stuart. He looked at the big brown eyes along the sweetly innocent face staring back at him. "Just tell me why you do this?"

Stuart shrugged, looking away and around in the room. This was getting weird. He didn't know how to smoothly talk to someone like Robert. He wasn't used to having to explain to someone why he was doing this. He leaned against the door, feeling the air grow tighter in his lungs.

"Call me a nympho but I just like doing it." Stuart said softly with a small smirk playing on his face.

Robert made a humph noise and turned back. The steam turned off and he took a moment, pulling his long hair into a bun while keenly aware of Stuart's gaze. He turned around and saw how Stuart's eyes were clouded over and dark with lust and wanting.

It disturbed Robert initially but it faded to confusion and some small understanding. He felt the need to cover up but didn't move a muscle.

"You're really pretty." Stuart purred followed by a small wicked smile. "I guess you have people falling all over for you."

"Not exactly. I stay away from those things or try to. I can't control who Max or Monte bring around." He made an up and down gesture towards Stuart. "Obviously I can't with Craig either."

"What's your damage?" Stuart asked, his smile turning into a frown. "I'm not some fuckin' leper so why are you treating me like such?"

"Because this is fucking strange. Who offers four guys he barely knows a three week vacation? With some sexed up twink who's supposed to be some 'help' but knows my friend pretty fuckin' intimately." Robert replied, his voice raising. Stuart was almost ashamed to admit it was doing something to him.

"I'm not a twink. I'm too tall and strong for that shit." Stuart replied with a smirk. "I'm not sexed up either. I'm just making conversation."

"You're staring."

Stuart feigned shock before averting his eyes to Robert's face. He hated looking at someone in the face, it made him unravel in a way that didn't feel good. It made him a nervous wreck.

"You don't look at anyone in the eyes. You don't seem to like being addressed." Robert stated and pulled the shirt off Stuart's shoulder. "But you are covered in bites. I've known where those two are but Max. Ah he's uncounted for."

Stuart gulped nervously, feeling his adam's apple bob as he looked at the floor. A strong rough hand pulled his gaze back up to look at him. The curtain of fizzy black hair was blocking them from everything else.

"You throw yourself at him because it's easy and then you come to me." Robert started with a quiet condescending tone. "You're staring at me like you're starving for something. I can imagine for what."

Robert watched as Stuart started to shake. He laughed before pulling away. He crossed his arms as he watched Stuart's legs start to fail, holding himself up with the door.

"Now if you don't mind, I have to shower. Please leave." Robert asked politely as Stuart nodded and shakily reached for the door.

Just as Stuart got the door open, Robert went to stop him but decided against it as the man slipped out. He went to retrieve his clothes and start the journey upstairs.

Stuart was racing to the kitchen, intending on going for a drink to calm his nerves and a slice of cake. He made it after all and the sugar would help him calm down.

He rounded the corner to find Craig shifting through the fridge, squatting down to be eye level with the shelves. Stuart inched closer and watched for a minute.

He was in more relaxed clothes wirh his hair being a damp mess. Stuart figured he must have showered and changed after swimming. The singer honestly looked like he was at home and for a minute, Stuart could've faked that this was a normal moment.

Craig became aware of a presence over his shoulder and turned, shrieking when he saw Stuart just staring. He flew back into the fridge, knocking over a few bottles of beer and a couple of cans of soda.

"Oh fuck!" Stuart went and helped Craig up, setting him by the counter and picking up the fallen drinks. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Craig had been clutching his heart and panting out of fear. He took a gasp of air like he had just gotten to land after drowning before smacking Stuart playfully on the arm.

"Don't scare me like that dude! I thought I was in some fucking horror movie." He joked and looked over to where the cake was sat. "What's this?"

Stuart looked over at the frosted baked confectionary before going back and rearranging the shelves. "Uh it's the cake I made. I had to let it come to semi room temp otherwise it'll just be too firm to cut."

"What is it?"

"Cherry cake and dark chocolate bits with chocolate buttercream frosting and homemade boozy cherries on top." Stuart took out two beers, assuming one for Craig since why else would he be rifling through the fridge?

Craig took it before looking back at the cake. "How long did it take you?"

Stuart looked at it, trying to remember. "Uh all in all? like an hour and a half? hour and thirty five minutes? I kept fucking up on the ganache and I took ten minutes to smoke and calm down since it was pissing me off."

"How did you mess it up? It looks perfect." Craig asked, turning the cake around.

"So you need it to be cool enough not to run right? But not cool enough to where it's hardened. It's got to be in this cosmic middle ground of temperature." Stuart explained. "I had to put it back in the microwave, test it, overheat it and then have to let it cool again. You can only do that once or twice before the heavy cream gets affected so borrowed time and all."

Craig nodded, he didn't know a lot about baking but he's seen cooking shows and things that explained things like ganache before.

"I took a ten minute break to smoke after I got it on the cake because fuck that. I was stressing over it." Stuart laughed. "I'm surprised any of you guys noticed it."

"I don't think I know anyone who does what you do." Craig said, opening his drink. "I mean I haven't had that good of a meal ever."

Stuart blushed, shrugged and looked away. His fingers were twisting the bottom of his shirt and he shifted his weight. "Thanks."

"Mind if I have some? I've been staring at it." Craig pointed to the cake. Stuart nodded.

"Sure I think I'll have some too." He went to the knife block and found the serrated one before heading back to the counter. "Can you grab the plates? Top counter in the corner."

Craig nodded and went to fetch them, opening the door to find the plates on the higher top shelf. He reached for two, straining on his tip toes to grab them. Stuart was watching through his peripheral vision, seeing the band of the man's boxers and how low his pants hung on the hips.

Stuart turned back when Craig's task was successful when he returned with the two small plates. He cut the cake into eight even slices and put one on each plate, careful not to drop it.

"Oh forks. Shit." Stuart set the knife down and reached behind him to open the drawer. His shirt rode up, revealing the cursive tattoo inked across his lower stomach.

Craig noticed it, trying to decipher what it said through the trail of dark brown hair and the shirt barely cutting it off. It started with an P at least but it didn't look like it was in English.

Stuart straightened out with two forks in hand and offered one to Craig. The man took it with a weak smile and thanked him.

Stuart nodded in appreciation before picking up his plate and beer and walking to the living room. He may have swayed his hips more than normal but who's to say.

Craig ended up following him, his own drink and dessert in hand as they settled down onto the couch. Stuart had opened the coffee table's bottom drawer and produced a small metal tin that smelled like a skunk.

"Here." Stuart tossed the remote to Craig. "Find something while I roll please."

Craig shrugged and turned on the tv, mindlessly flipping through channel after channel. He couldn't settle on anything more interested in the man next to him just a couch cushion away.

"When did you start cooking like that?" Craig asked, trying to find something to talk about.

"I was working in a fine dining restaurant before I joined my band. I ended up really liking it and moving up quickly. I remembered some of the recipes they had." Stuart explained, grinding some green buds into a round object.

"Is that weed dude?" Craig asked, sitting up and looking at Stuart's hands. He stopped and looked up at the singer.

"Uh yeah. Does that bother you?" Stuart asked. "I can stop?"

Craig shook his head. "No you're good. I didn't know that was okay with the host here or some shit."

"It's not so keep your mouth shut." Stuart jokingly threatened. "Do you want some?"

Craig landed on a cheap ghost hunting show and shrugged. "Maybe."

They fell quiet and watched the show. Craig started eating the cake, trying the cherries first. He moaned in pleasure at how tart but sweet the cherries were. The liquor was strong in the filing and he coughed at the strength.

"Damn this cake is strong." He laughed, swallowing the bite.

Stuart giggled, licking the edge of the paper to seal the weed inside. He nodded with a sympathetic smile. "Sorry I like them boozy. It's so good."

"I noticed your tattoos. They're pretty interesting." Craig said, looking at the ink going up from Stuart's wrist to his arms hidden by the shirt. "Are the bite marks a part of them?"

Stuart turned red, averting the question. "Which one caught your eye?"

"The ones by your ear for starts and the vines going up your right arm." Craig started. "What does the one by your ear mean?"

"These?" Stuart moved his hair away from his ear. "These are initials. My twin and my ex-girlfriend. My twin's in the band and I don't know where my ex is."

Craig nodded. "You have a twin. Does he look exactly like you?"

Stuart shrugged. "People say we do. I don't see it but oh well. He's my twin so what do I know."

"What band were you in?" Craig watched Stuart look around for something before locating the ashtray on the table.

Stuart lit the joint and took a long drag. Craig watched the smoke blow out of his mouth and the tongue poking out to fix the lip ring in the middle.

"I was the bassist in a band called Social Dogs. We originated in Chelsea in New York? Well three of us did, they picked up my twin and I in Vegas when we were around 20 or so." Stuart explained, offering Craig a hit.

He took a hit and passed it back. Craig held the smoke before blowing it out of his nose, the burning sensation was making him want to sneeze.

Stuart put the joint to his lips and stretched out, his shirt riding up again. Craig couldn't help but look. He wanted to figure out what it said but couldn't open his mouth to say anything.

Stuart took a long drag, watching how Craig's eyes never move from his lower stomach and that sent a twitch down to his dick. He relaxed and saw how the fixed gaze broke and went to the tv.

"I think you like the one on my stomach. You keep looking at it." Stuart hissed, blowing out the smoke.

"What? No. I mean I've seen it and I'm trying to figure it out." Craig confessed. "Sorry I don't know why I'm staring."

"It's the word paramour. I think it's French. It means an illicit or secret lover." Stuart explained.

"Why get that tattooed on you?"

Stuart shrugged. "It was my first tattoo. I was this girl's boyfriend's secret hookup when I was 15. I was always this secret crush or hook up to someone. It felt right at the time?"

"You shouldn't have to be a secret." Craig said confused. He wasn't new to that idea but for someone to take pride in that? It seemed weird.

"Yeah but I play the part well. I make a very good little trophy boyfriend. As you can tell, I'm not a shit cook and I'd like to think I'm very good in bed." Stuart hummed, passing the joint back over to Craig.

"I guess that's for me to find out huh?" Craig asked before he could think about what he was asking.

Stuart grinned. There we go. A crack in the foundation and now just a little pressure. He scooted over, moving the items off the couch and onto the table. Craig's breathing hitched as the other got closer.

He crawled back, hitting the corner of the couch and being trapped as Stuart crawled in between his legs. Long brown fingers snuck up his thighs to his stomach as Stuart blew smoke into his face slowly.

"Do you want to find out? Maybe you'll like it?" Stuart cooed. "I wouldn't mind since you're just so handsome."

Craig turned red, his mouth agape. Stuart's hair was blocking their faces from everything else and there was small wisps of smoke around their lips.

"I-uh fuck." He whispered, looking up at Stuart. He felt the hands moving under his shirt and he gasped.

"You keep watching me Mabbitt. Like a little boy with a crush." Stuart said in a sing song tone. "We have all the time in the world if you wanna go upstairs."

Craig swallowed and grabbed Stuart's arms when he heard footsteps coming near the stairs. He sat up and looked over the edge of the couch. Stuart took the moment to latch his lips on Craig's neck.

"A-ah fuck fuck. What are you doing?" He asked, trying to push Stuart off. His hands were pinned to his sides for that act.

Stuart shrugged, biting down and letting go of the man's hands to push the shirt up. He drooled at the pale soft stomach and the chest tattoos near his collarbone.

"C'mon it'll be okay if you can be quiet. I know I can. What about you pretty boy? Can you keep your voice down?" Stuart asked sweetly.

"I don't know!" Craig said in a hushed whisper. Stuart giggled, his hand went from his shirt to the pyjama pants.

"Let's see if you can." Stuart moved off of the couch and between the couch and Craig's legs.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching for any sign of someone coming. Stuart's hands popped the button of his pants, letting the tent poke through.

Stuart didn't answer preferring to nose and rub his tongue over the bulge. It was getting bigger and something kept clicking against his lip ring.

His teeth were careful to pull the slit open so the tip started to push out. Craig's cock was an average length and a nice thickness with a surprise Stuart had never seen before. A bright silver ball pierced through the tip out of the hole and another one at the bottom.

"Ooo look at that. Haven't had a cock with a piercing before. Bet it'll feel good buried in me." Stuart purred, licking around the steel.

"Ah fuck don't do that." Craig gasped, hitting the back of the couch. Stuart chuckled with his tongue wrapped around the tip, tasting the steel mix with the salty precum.

"What talk about how good you'll feel in me? How it'll feel when it hooks inside of my hole when you bend me over?" Stuart teased before sinking his mouth further down the cock.

Craig let out a moan, grabbing at Stuart's head. His hips bucked up and inadvertently fucked himself deeper. Stuart started to bob his head quickly, his tongue rubbing against the underside.

Craig covered his mouth, moaning into his hand. His hand tangled into Stuart's hair and pushed him lower. He closed his eyes, focusing on how tight and warm Stuart's throat was. He could swallow his length easily and didn't gag once.

Stuart pulled off, panting and going to suck on the tip. His tongue circled around it, moaning at how it twitched in his mouth. He let go with a satisfying *pop!* and giggled.

"I don't think I can wait until we get upstairs." Stuart panted, crawling on the couch. "Please I want it so bad."

Craig panted hard and rubbed his face. "Right here? Now? What if someone comes? Isn't there something you have to do before?"

Stuart pulled his pants, showing off his ass in the red lace and the sparkling gem in between his cheeks. He giggled at Craig's already red face turning redder. He swayed his hips, cooing in a soft pleading tone.

"Please it hurts. All you have to do is pull my plug out and then you can use me."

Craig stared at the red lace against the curve of Stuart's ass. His dick was twitching like crazy and he wanted to rip a hole in the fabric. His hands yanked Stuart onto his lap, tugging the fabric to the side and reaching for the plug. His hand stopped for a moment before tugging at the plug.

Stuart let out a soft moan, grinding down on Craig. He could feel the leaking on his back and god that felt nearly intoxicating.

"Fuck this won't work. Move." Craig grunted. Stuart immediately got off and sat on the floor, awaiting instructions.

Craig let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He looked down at Stuart who was sitting with his hands between his legs and looking at him with the saddest eyes he's ever seen.

"Oh Christ you look like a kicked puppy." Craig joked, reaching out to rub the man's head. "Bend over on the couch. Not the back."

Stuart let out a whine and crawled on the couch. His ass was lifted up and wiggling like he had a tail. Craig shifted to his knees, fully pulling his pants and boxers down. He tugged the panties to the side, accidentally ripping them in the process.

Stuart moaned and pushed into the hands. The plug was yanked out and swiftly replaced with the tip of Craig's cock and the feeling of spit hitting his rim.

Craig groaned while using his spit to spread it around before shoving his cock inside. He grabbed onto the hips, pulling him closer. Stuart cried out, clawing at the couch and covering his mouth.

"Shush!" Craig scolded before pulling Stuart up to his chest. He buried his face into Stuart's neck, panting while trying not to move. "Does it hurt?"

Stuart nodded, drooling. "It hurts so good. Move please!"

Craig shifted them so Stuart was pressing against the back of the couch. He didn't care about anything else but how good it felt. His hips started thrusting without a single thought, his lips latching onto Stuart's neck.

Stuart couldn't stop pushing back, panting like a dog in heat as he gripped the couch. Every thrust pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

He could feel the steel getting hooked whenever Craig almost pulled out fully. It made Stuart want to start crying out but he had to keep quiet. He felt the sharp teeth bite down near where Max had bitten earlier.

That made him unintentionally yelp before two fingers were shoved in his mouth. Stuart gagged for a moment with his eyes going blurry.

This was good. This was very fucking good. He sucked on the fingers greedily, his tongue curling around them. He could easily get lost in this and he wanted to.

He liked how quick Craig's hips snapped into him and how his fingers felt like they were bruising his hip. His teeth were sharp and stung when they bit down on his skin but they could've been kisses and Stuart still would've liked it.

The piercing was pressing against his prostate in a way that made his head fuzzy with static. It made his dick ache and he was so close to rubbing against the couch for some release.

The brutal pacing slowed to slow deep strokes that let Stuart catch his breath for a minute. He collapsed against the back of the couch, staring off dazed towards the hallway and catching someone watching them on the stairs.

He grinned stupidly at Max, his eyes crossing and tongue rolling out. He panted hard and whimpered out loudly.

"C-craig gonna cum soon." He whined, pushing into the hips. Craig moaned softly in response.

"Tell me how good it feels inside of you. You had such a big mouth earlier what happened to it?" Craig teased, grinding hard into Stuart.

"You're ruining me that's what happened to it." Stuart replied clearly dazed from the pleasure. His tone was dreamy and soft. "Please cum in me. I need it so bad."

Craig groaned. "Can I? I mean."

Stuart giggled. "I may look like a girl but I can't get pregnant. I'm your unlimited cum sleeve."

"Fuck your mouth is going to make me cum alone." Craig chuckled, speeding up. "You really want that?"

Stuart shook his head, starting to beg. "No I need it. Need your cum being fucked deeper in me. Wanna get plugged up with it inside. Please you can use me whenever you want if you cum in me."

"Let me rip your panties every time I fuck you and it's a deal." Craig offered while speeding back up, watching Stuart nod almost delirious with pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Please cum in me! Need it so bad. Wanna be so full of your cum please. You can tear them every time, just please. I can feel you throbbing. Please just cum in me." Stuart sobbed, his cock was dark red and was shoved in between the back of the couch.

A final brutal thrust made him shriek as he came, staining the red lace to a maroon color and feeling a warmth spreading inside of him. Craig's shuddering breath tickled his ear as he groaned. He rode out his orgasm by slipping his cock in and out slowly, groaning and kissing Stuart's neck.

"You're a very good fuck. I think you were right." Craig cooed, licking at the bite marks on Stuart's shoulder.

"Y-yeah you liked it? Maybe we come do this again later?" Stuart asked, feeling the man's hands play with the band around his hips.

"I already know later. You agreed remember?" Craig teased, forcing himself to pull out. He hissed at the cold air hitting his overly sensitive cock and looked at the mess between them.

Cum was leaking out of Stuart's abused hole and running down his legs. The panties had a large rip from Craig's impatience and made his dick twitch to life again.

He looked around the plug, finding it discarded on the floor. Craig picked it up, taking it to the sink and washing it off for a minute. Stuart had slipped two fingers inside of him, letting out the softest moans while he did so.

He wanted more. Stuart meekly lifted his head to watch Craig come back with the plug in his hand. He wiggled his ass up, trying to get Craig to go another round.

"No. We can't right now." Craig scolded gently while pushing the plug in. "Later definitely but now I need another shower."

Stuart huffed and whined, rolling off of the couch. He pulled on his pants and didn't bother fixing his shirt. Picking up the second joint before tucking it behind his ear, he nuzzled Craig right behind his ear and purred.

"Thank you Mabbitt. I needed that more than you think." He whispered, watching how Max was staring, no glaring at Craig.

He walked away, swaying on his feet since it felt like his knees were jelly. Stuart went over to Max, presenting the joint and a smile.

"Let's smoke." He offered, watching Max's hands clenched into fists. "I want to ride you until I can't hold myself up."

Max nodded, feeling his mouth dry up. "Go shower first. I watched you fuck Mabbitt and I don't want sloppy seconds."

Stuart wanted to say something sarcastic but didn't dare open his mouth. He knew he had made a mistake with him and that meant a punishment.

"Too bad you met me like that anyway." Stuart snarked before darting up the stairs, he narrowly dodged the hand reaching for him.

He bounded up the stairs and to his room. His nose wrinkled at the overly musky scent of sex and sweat. Stuart cracked the window, resigning to the room being cold when he came back.

He grabbed his clothes and his robe. It was a soft dark grey robe that Cameron had gifted him. Stuart had gushed how much he adored it seeing it in a few shops windows. During the rare times he could be seen out with Cameron.

It was special since it showed Cameron cared. It showed he listened when Stuart talked. It was a sign that Cameron did actually love him.

The knocking on the door made Stuart pull his face out of the soft material and look at who was interrupting him. It was just Robert.

"Sorry not now Rob." Stuart dismissed him, trying to walk past him but was stopped by a strong arm blocking him. "Really? That's some teenage shit."

"I wasn't under the impression there was a waiting list for you." Robert said simply. "I should've been informed of it don't you think?"

Stuart chewed on the inside of his cheek as he thought. Shit please don't tell him Robert's wanting to play now. He had to shower and get to Max. Max probably already had a punishment lined up for him.

"Yes I'm sorry but I have to go now." Stuart repeated, ducking below the arm only to get it wrapped around his waist.

"Hold on whoever he is, he can wait. I'm talking to you." Robert pulled him back in front of him. "It's rude to walk away from someone."

"I'm sorry but I really do have things to do." Stuart apologized again, squirming in Robert's arm. He didn't actually think Robert could actually hold him with one arm but he wasn't letting go and Stuart didn't want to find out.

"P-please?" He asked softly, feeling Robert's hair tickling his neck as the arms wrapped tighter around his waist.

"Who were you going to?" Robert asked. His hand took the clothes in Stuart's hands and set them on the dresser.

"M-max. I wanted to shower before we played." Stuart answered shakily and closed his eyes.

"Again?" Robert looked down at him, seeing how red Stuart's face was and how unsteady his breathing was. "Do you like him that much?"

Stuart shook his head. "K-kinda. He's nicer to me than the others. You all are."

Robert picked him up, carrying him over to his bed. "I think Max can wait."

Stuart's eyes opened before turning his head away to avoid looking at the drummer fully. Max was gonna know what he was doing. He's going to know Stuart was disobeying his order.

"But he's gonna know and he's gonna be annoyed." Stuart whined, feeling Robert's hands start tugging at his clothes. "Please Rob he ordered me t-"

"Max always gets what he wants. Girls, guys, whatever he wants, he gets." Robert interrupted dismissing his pleas. "I don't mind sharing as long as he doesn't mind waiting."

A heavy thick tongue lapped at Stuart's bite marks, making him let out a pathetic whimper. He could feel Robert chuckling to himself as his hands made their way into his pants.

Stuart's pants were pulled off and tossed aside before his legs were hitched up to Robert's hips, instinctually locking around them. The shirt was next to be discarded. The stronger man pulled away and looked down at Stuart's frame.

"You're a fucking mess. Look at you." Robert hissed at him, the pads of his fingers pressing down on the small fingertip bruises on his hips and sides. "Who are these from?"

Stuart covered his face, not wanting to make any loud noises or look at the other. It was almost too much for him to take but his hips bucked up when they felt fingers brush past his crotch.

The hand pressed harder onto the bruise making Stuart yelp out loud as Robert repeated himself in a low growl.

"Who are these from?" His hand moved to the spot where Craig's hands were not even thirty minutes ago. He squeezed the area, making Stuart's hands fly from his face to his hand and tried to pry it off.

"C-craig! Craig did those! The ones on my thighs are from Max!" Stuart gasped out. "Please let go! It hurts!"

Robert released his side and smirked. "That wasn't hard now was it?"

Stuart scowled and tried crawling backwards away from the man. His side was aching from how hard he gripped and it started to feel bad.

"N-no sir. Sorry." Stuart whimpered. Robert pulled him back closer by his ankles and pushed his legs apart.

"So Max and Craig? Who's next in line? Monte? Or was it me?" Robert asked, rubbing the torn lace panties.

"M-max. He ordered me to go shower then we'd smoke and he'd probably play with me again." Stuart answered. "I-I haven't thought of Monte yet since he ignore me."

"I don't think you're his type." Robert remarked, fixated on how the red contrasted against Stuart's tan almost caramel skin.

They were ripped at the sides and it just made the view hotter to him. He tugged at it, ripping it more and smirking.

"Put on some new ones." He ordered. Stuart nodded and got off the bed and to the dresser.

He opened the top drawer, shifting through the neatly folded panties. He heard the bed squeak from Robert getting up and walking up behind him.

"Let me see?" Robert asked gently, resting his chin on Stuart's shoulder. Stuart shivered from being pressed against so close to him.

"Those are pretty." Robert picked up a pair of grey and pink panties. The edges and sides were a hot pink and two thin elastics. "These."

Stuart swallowed the thought he had. Those were tight, especially around his hips and didn't tear easily. He nodded, taking them from the hand.

He slipped them on, bending over slightly and flashing Robert the plug. He was a bright red when he stood up, fixing the straps that dug into his hips. Robert whistled softly, eyeing the man up and down.

"Pink's your color." He confirmed more to himself than Stuart. He nodded towards the bed. "Go."

Stuart scampered to it, getting into his sit position and looking at Robert's hands. He watched the man walk closer to him, stopping short of the bed's side and lifted to his face.

Stuart flinched out of instinct, feeling it reach under his chin. Stuart fought against it, not wanting to look up but the hand wrapped around his chin and he was forced to. He started shaking when his eyes met Robert's.

"You don't look anyone in the eyes. Nobody. Why?" Robert asked. Stuart shook his head, breaking the grip and putting his head down.

"I can't answer that."

Robert let out a tsk noise and shoved Stuart onto the bed, crawling back on top of him. His hands pulled the stringy side of the panties before snapping them. Stuart let out another yelp, flinching away from Robert.

His fingers toyed with the edge of the plug, pulling at it and getting it halfway out. before shoving it back in. He smirked at Stuart's little whines and the pathetic way his hips bucked up.

"Please can you fuck me already?" Stuart asked in a whimpering tone.

"You haven't earned my cock." Robert purred. "Sure you're pretty in your panties and your cock is straining against them but you haven't earned anything yet."

Stuart huffed and grinded his ass against the tent in Robert's pants. He felt the length twitching and straining against the fabric and Stuart's mouth watered.

"How can I earn it sir?" He asked sweetly, pulling himself up to rest on his elbows and batting his eyelashes. He dipped his tongue out to fix his lip ring and watched how Robert's chest started falling up and down rapidly.

"Get on the floor." He ordered and watched Stuart slide off the bed and to the floor back in his sit position. "Get my cock out and suck it."

Stuart immediately got to pulling the pants off and getting the slit opened. The tip of Robert's cock was poking out but Stuart couldn't get any more out. He huffed before looking up at Robert.

"Yeah I figured that. Hold on." Robert pulled his boxers off, kicking them off along with his pants and sat back down.

Stuart's eyes widened at the sight before him. His mouth dropped open at how thick and long Robert's dick was. It was easily bigger than Stuart's and he thought he had a big dick to begin with being 8 inches when he was fully hard. Robert's own seemed to be almost 10 or so inches.

"S-shit." Stuart muttered, looking at it with hunger in his eyes. "I don't think I can even take you."

Robert's hand came to rest on his head, curling into the hair. "I'd like to see you try."

Stuart loved a good challenge so he wrapped a hand around the base. His middle finger and thumb barely touched and he started to suck the tip. His tongue circled around it, collecting the precum and swallowing it.

Robert groaned softly, pushing Stuart's head down. The man took it and sunk down further, breathing slowly through his nose to relieve any urge to gag.

"Look at me." Robert grunted and pushed Stuart's head deeper. Stuart whined around it, pumping the rest with his free hand and took a breath through his nose.

While he exhaled, his mouth sunk lower, getting a little over half of Robert's cock past his lips. He looked up at the man, meeting his eyes and started to shake again.

"Show me how good that mouth is." He ordered and kept his hand tangled in Stuart's hair. Robert used it to pull Stuart's eyes back up at him.

Stuart obeyed and bobbed his head, trying his best to maintain eye contact but becoming a nervous wreck. He kept looking down and getting his hair pulled as the result. He tried to take more but it couldn't slip past the gag reflex from being too anxious. With a frustrated grunt, Robert pulled him off.

"You're so pathetic Stu. You can't even look at someone in the eyes." He sneered at the bottom. Stuart whimpered and squirmed on the floor.

"Please. Just play with me and stop this." He whined, feeling the man pull his head further back.

"Why? You're so easy with the other two but it's almost like you can't even stand being near me." Robert pointed out. "I bet you don't treat anyone else without contempt. Just tell me why and I'll be nicer."

Stuart whimpered and pulled away, only to be dragged back. His vision was getting blurry and he panted with need.

"I-I don't treat you with contempt. J-just can't look at you." He whined.

Robert scoffed and pushed his cock back down Stuart's throat. His hand moved from the hair to the bulge in Stu's throat. He stopped listening to the excuses and focused on the sweetly pathetic noises instead.

Stuart squeezed his eyes closed, overthinking about how he couldn't breath from his nose being pressed against Robert's lower stomach and how it felt like with every throb, it stretched his throat even more.

He choked and gagged when he felt a flood of cum force its way down his gullet and into his stomach. Stuart tried to pull off but a firm hand kept him there, leaving him to drown.

"You know what I want Stu." Robert cooed, watching Stuart's eyes open up and look at him with desperation. He smirked and pulled out, watching Stuart gasped for air and let out a cough.

He looked up at Robert with the look of a kicked puppy, his bottom lip quivering. His cock was at full hardness, straining against the panties and a dark red. "It hurts s-sir."

"You really want to play with huh?" Robert asked and pulled him over to the bed. He got Stuart bent over the edge of the bed and stood behind him.

His hands ran down from Stuart's shoulders down his sides and rested at his hips. His hand raised and promptly came back down on his ass, a loud smack rang out as Stuart yelped in pain.

"You even sound like a chick." Rob laughed before pulling away. He laid another smack into the other ass cheek, watching Stuart wince and flinch away.

His fingers circled around the plug, tugging at it and listening to Stuart's whimpers. He pulled it out halfway before pushing it back in. Robert watched Stuart's ass push back into his hands and he pushed them back against the edge.

"See you around Stu." He left after that, leaving Stuart bent over the bed.

He slowly sunk down onto the floor, hissing when he felt the stinging pain on his rear. Stuart looked around the room, anger bubbling up in his stomach and he scowled. He slowly got up, using the bed to get himself to a standing position.

He picked up his clothes again and made his way outside the hallway. He walked down the hallway and lingered outside of the bathroom, listening for any noises. None were heard so he opened the door.

The bathroom was dark so he switched on the light. It was a mid size bathroom with the shower/tub combo pressed against the wall across from the door with the toilet and sink against the left side wall.

Stuart set the threads down on the counter and slowly stripped off his old clothes. He tossed them into the hamper and looked at his reflection.

The bruises were more pronounced now. Handprints started to darken on his ass and there were small finger tips bruises on his hips.

He went to the shower, turning it on and letting the water heat up. He kept looking at the door, unable to shake the feeling he wouldn't be able to finish his shower alone.

Stuart got into the shower once the steam rose up. The water felt nice as it ran down his body, soothing his joints and making him relax. He washed himself quickly, humming songs that came to mind. He sighed and reached behind him. Stuart whimpered before pulling his plug out, leaving it on the edge of the tub.

Stuart took a long sigh before slipping two fingers inside of him. He cleaned himself out, gasping softly and leaned against the wall. His forehead was pressed against the shower as his fingers dug deeper. He pulled his fingers out and rinsed them off.

He went to wash his hair, hearing the door open and froze. He listened for a minute, hearing someone hum to a song. Stuart peaked out of the shower, catching a glimpse of Monte brushing his teeth while Max stood in the doorway.

"Trust me dude, he's damn fucking good in bed. He's literally a fucking dream." Max ranted. "Better than any pussy I've had."

Stuart turned red, of course Max was talking about him. He said he wouldn't tell the others about why Stu was there but clearly Max lied.

"Yeah yeah sure if you say so Max." Monte dismissed him as he spat out the toothpaste. "I'm not into that shit like you freaky ass."

"Monte I don't think you're understanding me." Max started again. "We're here for three weeks, we have a pornstar who's a great cook. C'mon man Craig and I have already had our fun with him. Why won't you?"

"Dude I'm not into that shit. Yeah sure Stuart's pretty and all but I'm not fucking him. It's already really fucking weird that guy put him here to be a sex object. Plus I doubt Robert's going to even touch him."

Stuart laughed softly, his hand touching the hand print on his ass. Monte couldn't be any more wrong. Robert already did and from how rough he was already, Stuart was sure to be limping by the end of the three weeks.

"Ehhh I don't know about Rob." Max hummed. Stuart saw Monte look over at Max who was grinning stupidly.

"Even if Rob did fuck him, I don't like sloppy seconds and he's most definitely sloppy fourths by this point. I'm good." Monte waved Max off before rinsing his mouth out and leaving. Stuart moved away from snooping and went to finish washing his hair.

Max groaned and rolled his eyes, going to lean against the counter. He looked around, seeing the clothes on the counter and picking them up. Max held up the panties and looked over at the shower.

"Puppy?" Max called out. "These for me?"

"Maybe? Depending on if you tell me the truth." Stu replied as he rinsed his hair free of the shampoo.

"About what?" Max asked playfully, going to sit on the counter.

"You told Monte didn't you?" Stu asked, adding the conditioner to his hair. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Max confess.

"Yeah so? You bent over for Mabbitt without a second thought." Max answered while he twirled the panties around one finger.

"He was the one who started it by asking about my tattoos. His dick is pretty nice with the piercing." Stuart giggled. "I thought you said you wouldn't tell anyone."

"I wasn't until I watched Robert leave your room looking flustered. He didn't say anything when he passed by me." He laughed. "I figured I didn't have to hold my tongue anymore. That is if you don't want me to."

Stuart stopped the water, rolling his eyes as he reached out to the towel rack on the wall. He took one to wrap around his waist before pulling the shower curtain open. He barely had stepped out of the tub before Max had opened his mouth again.

"I don't know why you bother covering up." Max commented, smirking at the bruises that hung low on Stu's hips. "Look at those marks. Wonder who gave you them."

"I'm looking at them." Stu deadpanned. "Why are you just sticking around?"

Max shrugged. "You were taking forever and I hate waiting."

"You're so impatient Green." Stu joked. "What do you even want from me to begin with?"

"Obviously I want to play with you but I did see that joint you rolled earlier and I can't decide which one would be better right now."

Stuart bit his lip while thinking. He did ask Max to come smoke with him but Max had ordered him to shower first. He had a small shy smile before walking over to Max.

His hands rested on either side of Max's thighs on the counter as he leaned in closer. He could see the pouty ringed lips open and close as Max tried to come up with something cocky to say.

"Por qué no hacemos ambas cosas entonces?" Stuart asked in a low seductive tone and watched Max's eyes blow out with lust.

"Te gusta cuando hablo español? Maldito pervertido." Stuart asked, his eyes becoming half lidded to appear more sultry.

"I have no fucking clue what you're saying but fuck it's doing something to me." Max breathed out, his hands itching to pull Stuart closer.

Stuart laughed and pulled away. Hr grabbed Max's hand with his left and his clothes with the right. "Let's go play."

Max nodded and practically dragged Stuart out of the bathroom and down to his room, conveniently across from Stu's. They had to pass the other three guys who were crowded into Craig's room, watching Monte and Robert go 1v1 in Mortal Kombat. Craig looked up in time to watch Max smirk and give him a two finger salute, giving them an uneasy smile in return.

Stuart was led into Max's room and towards the bed. He was urged to go lay down while Max went to get the joint from Stuart's room. He took the towel off before slipping on the dark green lace panties and the t-shirt, forgoing the sweatpants and leaving them in a pile on a recliner in the corner of the room.

Max had located the joint after a few seconds of looking. He searched for a lighter, checking the top of the dresser that had a small wooden box. He picked it up, opened the lid and looked at the jewelry inside.

There were mounds of silver, necklaces and rings were just tossed in without a care. Max found a ring with a skull and double GG's etched into it. It was a fairly simple band but when Max took a closer look at the inner band, he almost dropped it like it was molten lava.

That was a $400 dollar ring and it was just thrown into an old wooden box. It was a high end luxury brand and Stuart couldn't care less about it. Max swallowed the lump in his throat before putting it back into the box and setting it back where he found it.

He picked up the joint and decided to say fuck the lighter. He probably had one stored away somewhere anyway. Max shook his head as he walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

It only took three steps to get into his room and once he opened the door, Max could've just about thrown a tantrum.

Craig was sitting in his bed against the headboard, his arms wrapped around Stu as his mouth was latched on the man's adam's apple. His hands were pushing the shirt up, exposing more empty flesh waiting to be bruised and red.

"Dude what the hell? This is my room!" Max protested, dropping the joint on the bedside table but Craig didn't seem phased as he pawed at the man in his lap.

"S-sorry Max." Stu whimpered, his hips bucking up recklessly. He could feel the growing bulge beneath him and he gasped.

Max pouted before closing the door behind him and going to the bed. He rubbed the bottom's ass in the blue lace and pinched the mound of flesh.

He crawled onto the bed and pressed his chest against Stuart's back, attacking the opposite side of Craig and nipping at the skin.

Stuart started to tremble as his head got fuzzy. His grip on Craig's shoulders faltered as his hands flew back to grip Max's hair when the sharp stinging pain started in his shoulders then shooting down his body.

Stuart's voice cracked as he let out a high pitched moan. He shook them off before collapsing onto Craig's chest, panting hard and letting out soft pathetic whines.

"Can't say for sure but I think he came." Max groaned as he sat up and tugged off his shirt. He tossed it behind him, not caring where it landed.

"No need to think since I feel a wet spot." Craig chuckled. He got Stuart into a sitting position so he could peel the bunched up shirt off.

There was a small pool of cum splattered on his stomach and Craig looked up at Stuart. The man was panting softly with his tongue rolled out and his eyes dazed.

"Wanna be a good boy and clean up the mess you made?" Max ordered in a gentle dominating tone.

Stu bent over and ran his tongue from the edge of the boxers up to the middle of Craig's stomach. He kept lapping up his cum, hearing the owner of the stomach breathing pick up.

His hips were slowly lifting up and wiggling, almost like he had a tail as he moved his tongue lower. Max got the hint but paused as soon as his hands got onto the cheeks. He briefly remembered the first time he slept with Stuart.

Ronnie and him were able to fit both of their cocks into Stuart. Maybe he could do it again.

"Mhm turn around doggy. Let Craig fuck you first." Max ordered, nudging Stuart to turn around. He obeyed and flipped around, looking up at Max's pretty pouty red lips perfectly contrasted with the silver lip ring.

"Why do you talk to him like that?" Craig asked before getting on his knees. He ran his nails down the lace before hooking his fingers into the little openings, tearing the fabric apart with ease.

Max looked down at Stuart who was desperately lapping at his clothed cock and ran his fingers through his hair. He smiled softly when he heard the little happy purrs from the bottom.

"Stu here is a submissive. He likes to take orders and lives for that shit. He's into being treated like a dog, getting pets and being coddled like one. Isn't that right puppy?" Max explained while he pet Stuart's head.

"So he has an owner or something?" Craig asked as he slipped two fingers into Stuart, marveling at how wet he was.

"Kind of. I don't know if he's owned. Probably but can't say I care." Max groaned as Stuart's mouth took him to his base with ease. His hand held the back of his head, curling into the brown hair.

Craig shrugged and pressed his chest against Stu's back. He kissed the brown skin and licked at the hickies splattered over. He couldn't help but keep biting, loving every moan the man let out.

Stuart on the other hand was getting unbearably needy, feeling Craig's cock leaking against his lower back and Max was twitching like crazy in his throat. His tongue was lapping at the balls resting on his chin and hearing Max's little whines.

Craig pulled off, getting his dick out of his underwear and spitting into his hand. His mind was void of anything other than fucking the mutt under him. He pumped himself before trying to push in and only getting his tip in.

That act alone was enough to make Stu pull off Max's cock and collapse onto the bed. He pushed back and forced Craig to bottom out. He yelped in pain followed by a shuddery moan.

"S-shit fuck he's tight." Craig grunted before wrapping his arms around the man's waist and burying his face into the crook of the man's neck.

"That's why he's so fucking good. We could shove both of our dicks in him and he'd still be tighter than a virgin." Max said breathless as he jerked off in front of Stuart's open waiting mouth. "Isn't that right puppy? Don't you remember how good you felt?"

Stu nodded hazily and tried to lean forward to lick at the drop of precum but was denied by Max clicking his tongue at him, causing him to whine loudly. He looked up with his most pathetic puppy eyes but Max shook his head.

"Answer and I'll let you keep sucking." Max teased. Stu huffed and shook his head.

"Told you don't like that night." He muttered while trying to bounce but was denied by Craig forcing his hips back down firmly.

"Then let me show Craig how much of a good boy you can be." He ordered. "Do it and I promise you'll be left alone until tomorrow. You can stay in my room and I'll treat you so nice pup."

Stuart whined and squirmed before nodded. "Okay but can't now."

"Don't worry we'll still play until you can." Max reassured him and rubbed his head dropping it down to his cheek. "Good boy."

Stuart pressed into the hand and let a soft almost purr like noise rumble from his throat. He gently bit down on Max's hand, playfully shaking it like a chew toy and hearing the other chuckle.

"I think you're more dog than man sometimes." Max took his hand back and got off the bed. Craig ruffled Stuart's hair before interlocking his fingers behind his head.

"Turn around and bounce puppy." Craig ordered and watched Stuart readjust and sunk back down before bouncing. He marveled at how his shirt hung low and proudly showed the marks.

"God you look amazing like this." Craig moaned as he kept his hands planted on Stu's thighs. He wasn't paying attention to him.

Max had tucked himself back in but was digging into his bag. He knew being away from home for three weeks would mean three weeks away from a steady dealer so he stocked up.

He knew he had some pills stashed in some socks or something. Checking sock after sock he eventually found the baggie folded up in a long sleeve shirt. He pulled two out for himself and one for Stu.

It wasn't anything life threatening. Just something to make him relax and Max couldn't remember what it was anyway. His dick was doing most of the thinking anyway.

He popped the two white ovals in his mouth and swallowed before turning back around with the item he was allegedly looking for. A bottle of lube he swiped earlier from Stuart's room, one that was supposed to make him more sensitive.

"Here." He crawled onto the bed and dropped it into Craig's hand before untucking his aching hard on.

Craig adjusted, pushing the bottom to get on all fours and poured lube onto his fingers. He forced three into Stuart, trying to get him to loosen up since he'll blow his load almost immediately at the rate they're going.

Max rubbed Stuart's head as the man brought him closer and closer to the edge, occasionally pushing him to take the full length.

He kept muttering praises to Stuart, telling him how good his throat felt and how he's such a good boy. He didn't know if it was to ease Stu's feelings or his guilt for what's next.

"Fuckin' swallow." Max growled and forced Stuart to pull off after he came. He popped the pill into the mouth and closed his mouth with a hand under his chin.

Stuart looked up with a look of hurt before swallowing and opening his mouth again. All gone.

"Trade." Max breathed out but Craig grumbled in protest. He just got Stuart loose enough to fuck him without the thought of hurting him.

Craig saw the little scars on the thighs and back of the man but didn't say anything. That's not something to randomly bring up. He didn't want to hurt Stuart like that.

"If you're not going to trade then you're gonna have to share." Max groaned and took the time to move Stuart again.

He pushed Stuart into laying back against Craig and forcing his legs apart and to his chest. He poured a fair amount of lube on his fingers and spread it on his cock. Max took a deep breath before leaning down to kiss Stuart.

Stu's tongue was poking out slightly and Max couldn't help but capture it in his. He nipped and sucked on the muscle and felt the metal stud clink against his teeth. He pushed in and felt the man gasp, driving his tongue in deeper.

"Ah goddamn!" Craig moaned and bit his tongue as he slowed down his thrusts. He tugged at the man's shirt to pull him closer and ripped it. He could've came right then and there.

Max's hands joined Craig's and tugged the fabric more. He wanted every inch of him exposed for them. Stuart felt like heaven pressed between them as his hands were pushing against their thrusts.

Max broke the kiss in favour for air instead and buried his head into Stuart's chest. Craig pulled Stuart into a kiss and greedily sucked on the tongue.

"So fucking beautiful." Craig praised between kisses. His hands were holding up Stu's waist, using them to make him ride them faster.

Stuart's bottom lip quivered as his back arched in response to the toe curing orgasm he had. His dick twitched and covered the ink across his stomach in a thin off white liquid. The overstimulation short circuited his brain and made his voice break as he let out a squeal.

"Por favor para, no puedo más!"

Max paid no mind to the unintelligible babbles as he sped up, desperate to chase his own release and chuckled into the man's mouth as he captured him into another kiss.

"I think we broke him." Craig laughed as he slammed Stuart's hips down onto his cock. The Spanish was a surprise to him but he pushed it out of his mind.

"He only talks like that whenever he's about to go stupid." Max said out of breath as he pulled out. He wasn't done just yet but the position was tiring him out.

Craig got the hint and helped Stuart turn around to face him, seeing the ruddy red color tinting his face and the fucked out gazed look in the dark brown eyes. He forced his cock back into Stu and watched his panting mouth turn into a giggling mess as he started to bounce again.

Max pushed back in alongside the singer, taking Stuart's hands and putting them behind his back. It forced the man to straighten up while bouncing against the two of them, his moans getting more desperate.

Everything was so much, Craig's mouth was sucking and biting greedily on his chest as Max left bleeding love bites on his neck and shoulders. He couldn't even move his hands to push against the men, being held behind his back with Max's.

"Por favor, córrete dentro de mí. Lo necesito ahora." Stuart panted and squeezed his eyes closed. His gasps were cut off by a hand wrapping his throat as their ruthless pace went impossibly faster.

He couldn't remember whose hand was around his throat or whose hands were practically holding him up. Stuart just knew it felt so good and it was enough to make his vision blur and go fuzzy. His hips pushed down when the other pushed theirs up.

"S-shit shit!" Craig growled and forced Stuart to stop bouncing. His forehead pressed to Stu's chest as he released into the man, hot sticky cum filling the spaces between their dicks and leaking out.

Max wasn't too far behind, just a few thrusts then he was filling the man up. His face was buried in the crook of Stuart's neck, the long hair tickling his nose as he pulled out.

They were careful to lay the man down and separate from him. Stuart let out a whine when the warmth had disappeared. He curled up, his eyes slipping closed as a hand ran through his hair. Max, the owner of the hand, chuckled as he gently scratched the back of Stuart's head.

Craig had gotten out of bed and started getting dressed. He stopped for a minute to inspect the bruises on Stuart's body, Hand prints peppered his thighs and ass, half crescent indents on his hips that were filled with a pale red with his shoulders and neck being the worse looking out. Too many love bites to count all covered by hickies that looked bright and angry.

They really liked marking him up.

"What are we going to do with him?" Craig asked, sitting back down and rubbing the man's spine.

"We can leave him here." Max replied while not paying attention to Craig. He was moreso focused on Stu, watching him relax. "I'll stay with him."

"You sure you don't wanna hang out with the guys instead?" Craig asked, his face twisting into confusion. He couldn't understand why Max'd rather spend time with Stuart than them.

"Yeah I'm sure. He's gonna need some help with getting up when it's time and whatever." Max dismissed Craig. "It'll be fine."

Craig clicked his tongue and nodded. He picked up the shirt he tossed and left, taking a final look at Max and Stuart laying together. He decided another shower was needed.

Max stopped running his fingers through Stuart's hair and got out of the bed. The other man looked up with half lidded eyes and let out a low whine, pouting slightly.

"Let me clean you up first and then we can fully relax okay? I know you hurt." Max said soothing the man's discontent, squatting down to face Stu who whimpered and nodded.

He took his time getting dressed and going to Stu's room for a plug. He found the box that held the plugs under the bed and took a second choosing which one to use. He debated between the two biggest ones before picking the second highest one, wanting to take some pity on him.

Max found some regular boxers in the dresser and wandered to the bathroom. He got a wet washcloth before going back to his room and stopping in the doorway. Stuart was up out of bed and changing the sheets, albeit with a limp and a face full of pain.

"Hey you don't need to do that. Go sit down or something." Max protested, setting the items down on the nightstand and going to Stuart's side.

Stu swatted him off playfully, ripping the top sheet off fully and rolling it up into a ball. He pointed to the closet where there were more sheets and limped to lean against the dresser.

Max went and grabbed the new blankets and sheet, fixing the bed before guiding Stuart to lay down. He crawled back onto the bed, cleaning him up and being careful to not press too hard onto the bruises, even if his dick twitched whenever he heard Stuart's gasps.

"You're a good boy." Max praised as he reached for the plug. He twirled it in his hand while looking around for the lube, searching for the red tinted bottle.

Stu took it from Max's thin fingers before popping it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. The stud in his tongue clinked against it as he saw how Max's face darkened with a lustful expression. The corners of his pouty pink lips curling into a smirk as Stuart purposely let go of it with an obscenely wet *pop!* and held the plug out for Max to take.

The younger took it with a shaky hand but paused at the moment he was supposed to insert it. His chest was heaving with exertion and a slow growing carnal desire.

"Well?" Stuart teased while shaking his hips and lifting his ass into Max's hands.

*Fuck it.* Max thought before reattached his teeth into the bite mark he left that afternoon and untucked his dick. Stuart let out a loud gasp as he pushed back into the hands.

He pulled away and straddled Stuart's thighs, spatting into his hand and stroking himself. There was something wrong with Max, to almost immediately want to continue fucking this man even after using him twice earlier.

He was sure Stuart was aching and swollen from the constant use but the lust was clouding over everything else and it was all he wanted, no needed at the moment. More than air or rest.

Stuart whined and squirmed, signaling his discomfort and lifting his head up. Max nuzzled his ear and licked the shell before pulling away. Stuart got onto his elbows and took a long shuddering breath.

"Talk please." Max rasped out, leaning down and feverishly kissing Stuart with his hand holding the man's throat and chin. "Want to hear you Stu."

"Como esto?" Stuart asked, panting and kissing Max's cheek and nuzzling him. Max shook his head while mindlessly rutting against him but not actually fucking into him yet.

"No like regular. Like you." Max muttered, nipping at his jawline. Stuart chuckled, titling his head for more.

"That is me." Stu replied and flipped on his back when Max got off him. "Don't you like it Maxie? Doesn't it sound good?"

Max groaned and rubbing his face and pressing his palms against his eyes. "Don't call me Maxie. Ron called me that."

Stuart frowned and sat up, ignoring the pain in his rear and crawling towards him before the other's crossed legs. He hesitantly reached out to place his hand on Max's arm before stopping. "I'm sorry. Won't call you that again."

Max's hands dropped and rested in his lap. He looked up with a smile and cupped Stuart's cheek. His thumb rubbed the high cheek bone and looked at him.

"Thanks."

Stuart pressed into the hand, humming contently and gently nipped at the hand. He nosed the palm and let out a soft yip, wanting to continue playing.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good doggy?" Max cooed, using both hands to cup Stuart's face and gently shook it like he was a real dog.

"Me!" Stuart yipped happily, rushing forward and kissing him. He crawled into the lap and rutted against Max.

Max was good. Safe, comfortable even. Stuart could ignore everything else in favour of the younger man. He might even be able to ignore the fact Max wasn't the one he loved. It'd be hard but he could feign affection and attraction.

Max's hands held onto Stuart's back, pressing them impossibly close while he sucked on the tongue. He didn't have to guide Stuart at all, the other already knew. He knew how to curl his tongue around Max's, how to tangle his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Stuart knew Max. A comfort and a curse.

Max groaned when he broke the kiss to leave more marks on the brown chest. Stuart keened loudly and lifted his hips up. His hand blindly positioned the cock to align with his hole and sunk his hips down.

"God fuck, can I keep you? You're perfect. You fit me so fucking well baby. Like you were made for me." Max moaned, letting out long raggedy breaths while trying to get accustomed to how tight Stuart was.

How could he just take two cocks simultaneously and still fit Max snugly? A mystery Max couldn't bother giving any brain power to. Not yet, not when his dick is being enveloped in the man's heat.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had. Please let me keep you. I'll be such a good owner I promise." Max rambled, his hands making Stuart bounce. He looked at the other's jaw fall slack as he leaned back and rolled his hips.

"Eres tan tonto. Quiero ser tu perro." Stuart hissed out, speeding up. "Cómo te llamaría? Papá? Señor? Maestro?"

Max groaned, forcing Stuart to stop and pulled him back to his chest. He knew what that last sentence meant. "Nothing. You'd call me nothing. Just Max or some shit."

Stuart whined loudly and tried to move his hips but Max's nails dug into the flesh and laid a harsh smack on his ass. "You understand me?"

"No not really. I know what those last words were though. I mean it Stuart." Max huffed, his head resting on the shoulder covered in his bites. "Be mine."

Stuart shook his head, painfully aware that it was the first time Max called him his name. "D-don't ask me when you're buried in me. I-it hurts when you don't move."

Max stopped forcing him down and let Stuart start riding him again. He didn't bite this time instead pressed wonton messy kisses into every mark he left. His hands went to holding onto Stu by his ribs, his fingers just barely digging into the flesh.

The bed was rocking and starting to creak with the thrusts of the two men but they couldn't care it less. The air was heavy between the kisses and moans. This moment could've gone on forever and both would've been fine.

"I-I think I'm close." Stuart stammered out, the tired aching feeling in his body screamed at him to stop but his head was too muddled with lust and thoughts of the man below him he couldn't.

Max's hand wrapped around the clothed cock in the straining lace fabric and rubbed it. He could feel the wet spot growing and it urged him to move faster. His free hand was groping every inch he touched, ending in the long locks of brown and wrapping his fingers in them.

"F-fuck fuck Max please." Stuart whimpered, unaware of what he was even saying. "M-more. Need it. Please."

"Needy little thing." Max cooed as he wrapped his arms under Stu's thighs and adjusted so he was laying down.

Stuart's legs locked around his waist as his arms hung around Max's shoulders loosely. He marveled at the flushed red skin, void of any other ink than that skull or marks. He ran his tongue on the little faded green stars, an abrupt moan made him jump in the second contact was made.

He paused before doing it again, getting the same moan and a particularly hard thrust in response. Stuart grinned before sinking his teeth into the tattoo and feeling the man above him start shaking.

"S-stu! Fuckin goddamn!" Max shuddered before releasing prematurely into him. He collapsed on top, hips still thrusting as his teeth nipping hard enough to draw droplets of blood.

Stuart had moved onto leaving hickies into the lily white skin, his hands holding Max's head right where he wanted. He couldn't move unless Stuart wanted to.

"L-let go of my neck you fucking bastard." Max moaned as his hands tried to unlock Stuart's legs. Every new mark was sending his brain into overdrive as he mindlessly fucked into him.

"Tienes el cuello muy sensible. Podrías haberme dicho eso y te habría convertido en masilla." Stuart purred his ear before biting Max's earlobe.

"It hurts to fucking think with you here." Max grumbled. "Please make it stop otherwise I'm going to bust again."

"If you want me to stop then actually fuck me. No more sweetness." Stuart bargained between little kitty licks at the red bites. "Just 'cause you like me doesn't mean you have to act like it."

Max pulled away and rolled his eyes, his hands lacing into Stuart's who was trying to pull him back. He rolled his hips until he was almost halfway out before slamming back inside.

Stuart jolted, yelping and shutting his eyes and squeezing his hands. He panted happily as Max's pace went from excruciatingly slow and sweet to rough nearly violent. His back arched with every thrust and his grip broke to grab the sheets instead.

Since his hands were free, they were quick to push Stuart's knees to his chest and his legs over his shoulders. Oh so conveniently blocking his neck from any disobedient dogs. Max forced his full weight down, his hands tangling back into the pretty dark brown hair and clashing their lips together.

"Is that better mutt?" Max growled. He put his head down on the bed and exposed his neck. Perfect and open for Stuart's teeth. He seemingly dared Stuart to try as he slammed his hips into his ass.

Every thrust sent shockwaves to Stuart's prostate and into his dick which was being grinded against by Max's stomach.

"¡Me voy a correr! ¡Max, por favor, no pares!" Stu giggled stupidly, his breathing erratic from the pressure and the mind breaking pleasure.

He pressed kisses onto Max's cheek and neck. "Vamos nena, déjame seguir marcándote. Gonna look so fucking good with matching love bites."

"You're made for me." Max panted and tilted his head. Stuart buried his head into the crock of the neck, baring his teeth and going to town.

He didn't hold back, purposely biting harder than before and sucking hickies onto the indents. His nose was pressed against the mousy brown hair and the scent was intoxicating.

It was musky and their scents mixed together, undertones of sex and weed with sweat being almost overpowering. It was impossibly perfect to Stuart and he bit too hard right behind Max's ear.

"Stu baby fuck!" Max gasped, his hands flying to his hips and slamming them down.

Stuart cried out as he felt a heat suddenly pooling inside of him. It spread slowly into his lower stomach as he pulled Max closer if that was even possible.

He was going deaf from the ringing in his ears and he couldn't see straight. Legs were out the door and halfway home so walking was a practicality Stuart had lost or earned depending on who asked.

Max whimpered and that noise drove Stuart into wanting another round. He trailed kisses and licks up to Max's lips, taking them and nibbling on the bottom lip.

"D-don't. I can't do it anymore." Max pleaded. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't get up. There was a stickiness everywhere and he needed a shower. Shit he probably needed one after that drive and the first fuck.

"Espera, ¿no puedes soportarlo más? ¿No puedes soportarme?" Stuart teased, nuzzling Max. A hand found his way to his mouth and covered it.

"I said enough." Max ordered, sitting up and pushing his hair back with both hands. It was sticky and clumping in odd places. He let out a breathless laugh, his hands dropping to Stuart's spread quivering thighs. "I don't wanna pull my dick out."

"Because it's gonna sting like a bitch." Stuart laughed, squirming. "He's gonna fall out if you don't."

Max retracted his dick, hissing at the overstimulation of cool air combined with the aching in his joints. Oh he was going to sleep like an angel tonight.

Stuart stretched out his muscles even though it felt like fire erupting in him. He relaxed, taking the time to catch his breath as he felt the bed dip next to him. Max plopped down, hand holding up his head with a tired shit eating grin.

"I think it's shower time." He said in a sing-song tone. "We're not sleeping like this."

"Who's we?" Stuart asked, rolling into his side. "You fucked my ability to walk. Good luck."

"You and me that's who." Max got up, slipping his arms under Stuart's frame and tugging him over to the edge of the bed.

"You aren't really." Stuart gasped, suddenly being lifted up and onto his feet. He playfully ragdolled, leaning against Max and acting dead.

"C'mon baby we got this." Max coached, half dragging and half helping Stuart limp to the bathroom.

Thankfully it was empty but there wasn't a lack of noise coming downstairs. Sounds of ferocious laughter and indescribable talking. Max was careful to let Stuart rest against the counter, patting the man's upper arm once he was sure he was steady.

The water was turned on and warmed up before both men went inside the basin. Stuart had just decided to toss the panties wherever in favour for Max's adorable beckoning look with semi wet hair.

Stuart had to lean against the built in shelf in the shower, Max's left hand always on his side to make sure. A gesture that was appreciated but not needed. At least not to Stuart.

"Do you need any help?" Max asked quietly after a moment of watching Stu just stand under the water.

He shook his head, reaching for the body wash and almost immediately slipped. Max caught him, almost falling as well but regained his footing. Laughing, Max nosed the man's cheek, playfully teasing him for the state he's in.

"You're the one who did this." Stuart grumbled, giving up on trying to hold himself up and letting Max do it for him. He let Max gently pull him up and set him straight, unable to help the urge to give Max puppy eyes and whining. "Baby I think I need help?"

"You're such a mess. It's adorable." Max purred. "Like how do you need help?" Craig had gotten out of bed and started getting dressed. He stopped for a minute to inspect the bruises on Stuart's body, Hand prints peppered his thighs and ass, half crescent indents on his hips that were filled with a pale red with his shoulders and neck being the worse looking out. Too many love bites to count all covered by hickies that looked bright and angry.

They really liked marking him up.

"What are we going to do with him?" Craig asked, sitting back down and rubbing the man's spine.

"We can leave him here." Max replied while not paying attention to Craig. He was moreso focused on Stu, watching him relax. "I'll stay with him."

"You sure you don't wanna hang out with the guys instead?" Craig asked, his face twisting into confusion. He couldn't understand why Max'd rather spend time with Stuart than them.

"Yeah I'm sure. He's gonna need some help with getting up when it's time and whatever." Max dismissed Craig. "It'll be fine."

Craig clicked his tongue and nodded. He picked up the shirt he tossed and left, taking a final look at Max and Stuart laying together. He decided another shower was needed.

Max stopped running his fingers through Stuart's hair and got out of the bed. The other man looked up with half lidded eyes and let out a low whine, pouting slightly.

"Let me clean you up first and then we can fully relax okay? I know you hurt." Max said soothing the man's discontent, squatting down to face Stu who whimpered and nodded.

He took his time getting dressed and going to Stu's room for a plug. He found the box that held the plugs under the bed and took a second choosing which one to use. He debated between the two biggest ones before picking the second highest one, wanting to take some pity on him.

Max found some regular boxers in the dresser and wandered to the bathroom. He got a wet washcloth before going back to his room and stopping in the doorway. Stuart was up out of bed and changing the sheets, albeit with a limp and a face full of pain.

"Hey you don't need to do that. Go sit down or something." Max protested, setting the items down on the nightstand and going to Stuart's side.

Stu swatted him off playfully, ripping the top sheet off fully and rolling it up into a ball. He pointed to the closet where there were more sheets and limped to lean against the dresser.

Max went and grabbed the new blankets and sheet, fixing the bed before guiding Stuart to lay down. He crawled back onto the bed, cleaning him up and being careful to not press too hard onto the bruises, even if his dick twitched whenever he heard Stuart's gasps.

"You're a good boy." Max praised as he reached for the plug. He twirled it in his hand while looking around for the lube, searching for the red tinted bottle.

Stu took it from Max's thin fingers before popping it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. The stud in his tongue clinked against it as he saw how Max's face darkened with a lustful expression. The corners of his pouty pink lips curling into a smirk as Stuart purposely let go of it with an obscenely wet *pop!* and held the plug out for Max to take.

The younger took it with a shaky hand but paused at the moment he was supposed to insert it. His chest was heaving with exertion and a slow growing carnal desire.

"Well?" Stuart teased while shaking his hips and lifting his ass into Max's hands.

*Fuck it.* Max thought before reattached his teeth into the bite mark he left that afternoon and untucked his dick. Stuart let out a loud gasp as he pushed back into the hands.

He pulled away and straddled Stuart's thighs, spatting into his hand and stroking himself. There was something wrong with Max, to almost immediately want to continue fucking this man even after using him twice earlier.

He was sure Stuart was aching and swollen from the constant use but the lust was clouding over everything else and it was all he wanted, no needed at the moment. More than air or rest.

Stuart whined and squirmed, signaling his discomfort and lifting his head up. Max nuzzled his ear and licked the shell before pulling away. Stuart got onto his elbows and took a long shuddering breath.

"Talk please." Max rasped out, leaning down and feverishly kissing Stuart with his hand holding the man's throat and chin. "Want to hear you Stu."

"Como esto?" Stuart asked, panting and kissing Max's cheek and nuzzling him. Max shook his head while mindlessly rutting against him but not actually fucking into him yet.

"No like regular. Like you." Max muttered, nipping at his jawline. Stuart chuckled, titling his head for more.

"That is me." Stu replied and flipped on his back when Max got off him. "Don't you like it Maxie? Doesn't it sound good?"

Max groaned and rubbing his face and pressing his palms against his eyes. "Don't call me Maxie. Ron called me that."

Stuart frowned and sat up, ignoring the pain in his rear and crawling towards him before the other's crossed legs. He hesitantly reached out to place his hand on Max's arm before stopping. "I'm sorry. Won't call you that again."

Max's hands dropped and rested in his lap. He looked up with a smile and cupped Stuart's cheek. His thumb rubbed the high cheek bone and looked at him.

"Thanks."

Stuart pressed into the hand, humming contently and gently nipped at the hand. He nosed the palm and let out a soft yip, wanting to continue playing.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good doggy?" Max cooed, using both hands to cup Stuart's face and gently shook it like he was a real dog.

"Me!" Stuart yipped happily, rushing forward and kissing him. He crawled into the lap and rutted against Max.

Max was good. Safe, comfortable even. Stuart could ignore everything else in favour of the younger man. He might even be able to ignore the fact Max wasn't the one he loved. It'd be hard but he could feign affection and attraction.

Max's hands held onto Stuart's back, pressing them impossibly close while he sucked on the tongue. He didn't have to guide Stuart at all, the other already knew. He knew how to curl his tongue around Max's, how to tangle his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Stuart knew Max. A comfort and a curse.

Max groaned when he broke the kiss to leave more marks on the brown chest. Stuart keened loudly and lifted his hips up. His hand blindly positioned the cock to align with his hole and sunk his hips down.

"God fuck, can I keep you? You're perfect. You fit me so fucking well baby. Like you were made for me." Max moaned, letting out long raggedy breaths while trying to get accustomed to how tight Stuart was.

How could he just take two cocks simultaneously and still fit Max snugly? A mystery Max couldn't bother giving any brain power to. Not yet, not when his dick is being enveloped in the man's heat.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had. Please let me keep you. I'll be such a good owner I promise." Max rambled, his hands making Stuart bounce. He looked at the other's jaw fall slack as he leaned back and rolled his hips.

"Eres tan tonto. Quiero ser tu perro." Stuart hissed out, speeding up. "Cómo te llamaría? Papá? Señor? Maestro?"

Max groaned, forcing Stuart to stop and pulled him back to his chest. He knew what that last sentence meant. "Nothing. You'd call me nothing. Just Max or some shit."

Stuart whined loudly and tried to move his hips but Max's nails dug into the flesh and laid a harsh smack on his ass. "You understand me?"

"No not really. I know what those last words were though. I mean it Stuart." Max huffed, his head resting on the shoulder covered in his bites. "Be mine."

Stuart shook his head, painfully aware that it was the first time Max called him his name. "D-don't ask me when you're buried in me. I-it hurts when you don't move."

Max stopped forcing him down and let Stuart start riding him again. He didn't bite this time instead pressed wonton messy kisses into every mark he left. His hands went to holding onto Stu by his ribs, his fingers just barely digging into the flesh.

The bed was rocking and starting to creak with the thrusts of the two men but they couldn't care it less. The air was heavy between the kisses and moans. This moment could've gone on forever and both would've been fine.

"I-I think I'm close." Stuart stammered out, the tired aching feeling in his body screamed at him to stop but his head was too muddled with lust and thoughts of the man below him he couldn't.

Max's hand wrapped around the clothed cock in the straining lace fabric and rubbed it. He could feel the wet spot growing and it urged him to move faster. His free hand was groping every inch he touched, ending in the long locks of brown and wrapping his fingers in them.

"F-fuck fuck Max please." Stuart whimpered, unaware of what he was even saying. "M-more. Need it. Please."

"Needy little thing." Max cooed as he wrapped his arms under Stu's thighs and adjusted so he was laying down.

Stuart's legs locked around his waist as his arms hung around Max's shoulders loosely. He marveled at the flushed red skin, void of any other ink than that skull or marks. He ran his tongue on the little faded green stars, an abrupt moan made him jump in the second contact was made.

He paused before doing it again, getting the same moan and a particularly hard thrust in response. Stuart grinned before sinking his teeth into the tattoo and feeling the man above him start shaking.

"S-stu! Fuckin goddamn!" Max shuddered before releasing prematurely into him. He collapsed on top, hips still thrusting as his teeth nipping hard enough to draw droplets of blood.

Stuart had moved onto leaving hickies into the lily white skin, his hands holding Max's head right where he wanted. He couldn't move unless Stuart wanted to.

"L-let go of my neck you fucking bastard." Max moaned as his hands tried to unlock Stuart's legs. Every new mark was sending his brain into overdrive as he mindlessly fucked into him.

"Tienes el cuello muy sensible. Podrías haberme dicho eso y te habría convertido en masilla." Stuart purred his ear before biting Max's earlobe.

"It hurts to fucking think with you here." Max grumbled. "Please make it stop otherwise I'm going to bust again."

"If you want me to stop then actually fuck me. No more sweetness." Stuart bargained between little kitty licks at the red bites. "Just 'cause you like me doesn't mean you have to act like it."

Max pulled away and rolled his eyes, his hands lacing into Stuart's who was trying to pull him back. He rolled his hips until he was almost halfway out before slamming back inside.

Stuart jolted, yelping and shutting his eyes and squeezing his hands. He panted happily as Max's pace went from excruciatingly slow and sweet to rough nearly violent. His back arched with every thrust and his grip broke to grab the sheets instead.

Since his hands were free, they were quick to push Stuart's knees to his chest and his legs over his shoulders. Oh so conveniently blocking his neck from any disobedient dogs. Max forced his full weight down, his hands tangling back into the pretty dark brown hair and clashing their lips together.

"Is that better mutt?" Max growled. He put his head down on the bed and exposed his neck. Perfect and open for Stuart's teeth. He seemingly dared Stuart to try as he slammed his hips into his ass.

Every thrust sent shockwaves to Stuart's prostate and into his dick which was being grinded against by Max's stomach.

"¡Me voy a correr! ¡Max, por favor, no pares!" Stu giggled stupidly, his breathing erratic from the pressure and the mind breaking pleasure.

He pressed kisses onto Max's cheek and neck. "Vamos nena, déjame seguir marcándote. Gonna look so fucking good with matching love bites."

"You're made for me." Max panted and tilted his head. Stuart buried his head into the crock of the neck, baring his teeth and going to town.

He didn't hold back, purposely biting harder than before and sucking hickies onto the indents. His nose was pressed against the mousy brown hair and the scent was intoxicating.

It was musky and their scents mixed together, undertones of sex and weed with sweat being almost overpowering. It was impossibly perfect to Stuart and he bit too hard right behind Max's ear.

"Stu baby fuck!" Max gasped, his hands flying to his hips and slamming them down.

Stuart cried out as he felt a heat suddenly pooling inside of him. It spread slowly into his lower stomach as he pulled Max closer if that was even possible.

He was going deaf from the ringing in his ears and he couldn't see straight. Legs were out the door and halfway home so walking was a practicality Stuart had lost or earned depending on who asked.

Max whimpered and that noise drove Stuart into wanting another round. He trailed kisses and licks up to Max's lips, taking them and nibbling on the bottom lip.

"D-don't. I can't do it anymore." Max pleaded. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't get up. There was a stickiness everywhere and he needed a shower. Shit he probably needed one after that drive and the first fuck.

"Espera, ¿no puedes soportarlo más? ¿No puedes soportarme?" Stuart teased, nuzzling Max. A hand found his way to his mouth and covered it.

"I said enough." Max ordered, sitting up and pushing his hair back with both hands. It was sticky and clumping in odd places. He let out a breathless laugh, his hands dropping to Stuart's spread quivering thighs. "I don't wanna pull my dick out."

"Because it's gonna sting like a bitch." Stuart laughed, squirming. "He's gonna fall out if you don't."

Max retracted his dick, hissing at the overstimulation of cool air combined with the aching in his joints. Oh he was going to sleep like an angel tonight.

Stuart stretched out his muscles even though it felt like fire erupting in him. He relaxed, taking the time to catch his breath as he felt the bed dip next to him. Max plopped down, hand holding up his head with a tired shit eating grin.

"I think it's shower time." He said in a sing-song tone. "We're not sleeping like this."

"Who's we?" Stuart asked, rolling into his side. "You fucked my ability to walk. Good luck."

"You and me that's who." Max got up, slipping his arms under Stuart's frame and tugging him over to the edge of the bed.

"You aren't really." Stuart gasped, suddenly being lifted up and onto his feet. He playfully ragdolled, leaning against Max and acting dead.

"C'mon baby we got this." Max coached, half dragging and half helping Stuart limp to the bathroom.

Thankfully it was empty but there wasn't a lack of noise coming downstairs. Sounds of ferocious laughter and indescribable talking. Max was careful to let Stuart rest against the counter, patting the man's upper arm once he was sure he was steady.

The water was turned on and warmed up before both men went inside the basin. Stuart had just decided to toss the panties wherever in favour for Max's adorable beckoning look with semi wet hair.

Stuart had to lean against the built in shelf in the shower, Max's left hand always on his side to make sure. A gesture that was appreciated but not needed. At least not to Stuart.

"Do you need any help?" Max asked quietly after a moment of watching Stu just stand under the water.

He shook his head, reaching for the body wash and almost immediately slipped. Max caught him, almost falling as well but regained his footing. Laughing, Max nosed the man's cheek, playfully teasing him for the state he's in.

"You're the one who did this." Stuart grumbled, giving up on trying to hold himself up and letting Max do it for him. He let Max gently pull him up and set him straight, unable to help the urge to give Max puppy eyes and whining. "Baby I think I need help?"

"You're such a mess. It's adorable." Max purred. "Like how do you need help?" his back when Max got off him. "Don't you like it Maxie? Doesn't it sound good?"

Max groaned and rubbing his face and pressing his palms against his eyes. "Don't call me Maxie. Ron called me that."

Stuart frowned and sat up, ignoring the pain in his rear and crawling towards him before the other's crossed legs. He hesitantly reached out to place his hand on Max's arm before stopping. "I'm sorry. Won't call you that again."

Max's hands dropped and rested in his lap. He looked up with a smile and cupped Stuart's cheek. His thumb rubbed the high cheek bone and looked at him.

"Thanks."

Stuart pressed into the hand, humming contently and gently nipped at the hand. He nosed the palm and let out a soft yip, wanting to continue playing.

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good doggy?" Max cooed, using both hands to cup Stuart's face and gently shook it like he was a real dog.

"Me!" Stuart yipped happily, rushing forward and kissing him. He crawled into the lap and rutted against Max.

Max was good. Safe, comfortable even. Stuart could ignore everything else in favour of the younger man. He might even be able to ignore the fact Max wasn't the one he loved. It'd be hard but he could feign affection and attraction.

Max's hands held onto Stuart's back, pressing them impossibly close while he sucked on the tongue. He didn't have to guide Stuart at all, the other already knew. He knew how to curl his tongue around Max's, how to tangle his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Stuart knew Max. A comfort and a curse.

Max groaned when he broke the kiss to leave more marks on the brown chest. Stuart keened loudly and lifted his hips up. His hand blindly positioned the cock to align with his hole and sunk his hips down.

"God fuck, can I keep you? You're perfect. You fit me so fucking well baby. Like you were made for me." Max moaned, letting out long raggedy breaths while trying to get accustomed to how tight Stuart was.

How could he just take two cocks simultaneously and still fit Max snugly? A mystery Max couldn't bother giving any brain power to. Not yet, not when his dick is being enveloped in the man's heat.

"You're the best fuck I've ever had. Please let me keep you. I'll be such a good owner I promise." Max rambled, his hands making Stuart bounce. He looked at the other's jaw fall slack as he leaned back and rolled his hips.

"Eres tan tonto. Quiero ser tu perro." Stuart hissed out, speeding up. "Cómo te llamaría? Papá? Señor? Maestro?"

Max groaned, forcing Stuart to stop and pulled him back to his chest. He knew what that last sentence meant. "Nothing. You'd call me nothing. Just Max or some shit."

Stuart whined loudly and tried to move his hips but Max's nails dug into the flesh and laid a harsh smack on his ass. "You understand me?"

"No not really. I know what those last words were though. I mean it Stuart." Max huffed, his head resting on the shoulder covered in his bites. "Be mine."

Stuart shook his head, painfully aware that it was the first time Max called him his name. "D-don't ask me when you're buried in me. I-it hurts when you don't move."

Max stopped forcing him down and let Stuart start riding him again. He didn't bite this time instead pressed wonton messy kisses into every mark he left. His hands went to holding onto Stu by his ribs, his fingers just barely digging into the flesh.

The bed was rocking and starting to creak with the thrusts of the two men but they couldn't care it less. The air was heavy between the kisses and moans. This moment could've gone on forever and both would've been fine.

"I-I think I'm close." Stuart stammered out, the tired aching feeling in his body screamed at him to stop but his head was too muddled with lust and thoughts of the man below him he couldn't.

Max's hand wrapped around the clothed cock in the straining lace fabric and rubbed it. He could feel the wet spot growing and it urged him to move faster. His free hand was groping every inch he touched, ending in the long locks of brown and wrapping his fingers in them.

"F-fuck fuck Max please." Stuart whimpered, unaware of what he was even saying. "M-more. Need it. Please."

"Needy little thing." Max cooed as he wrapped his arms under Stu's thighs and adjusted so he was laying down.

Stuart's legs locked around his waist as his arms hung around Max's shoulders loosely. He marveled at the flushed red skin, void of any other ink than that skull or marks. He ran his tongue on the little faded green stars, an abrupt moan made him jump in the second contact was made.

He paused before doing it again, getting the same moan and a particularly hard thrust in response. Stuart grinned before sinking his teeth into the tattoo and feeling the man above him start shaking.

"S-stu! Fuckin goddamn!" Max shuddered before releasing prematurely into him. He collapsed on top, hips still thrusting as his teeth nipping hard enough to draw droplets of blood.

Stuart had moved onto leaving hickies into the lily white skin, his hands holding Max's head right where he wanted. He couldn't move unless Stuart wanted to.

"L-let go of my neck you fucking bastard." Max moaned as his hands tried to unlock Stuart's legs. Every new mark was sending his brain into overdrive as he mindlessly fucked into him.

"Tienes el cuello muy sensible. Podrías haberme dicho eso y te habría convertido en masilla." Stuart purred his ear before biting Max's earlobe.

"It hurts to fucking think with you here." Max grumbled. "Please make it stop otherwise I'm going to bust again."

"If you want me to stop then actually fuck me. No more sweetness." Stuart bargained between little kitty licks at the red bites. "Just 'cause you like me doesn't mean you have to act like it."

Max pulled away and rolled his eyes, his hands lacing into Stuart's who was trying to pull him back. He rolled his hips until he was almost halfway out before slamming back inside.

Stuart jolted, yelping and shutting his eyes and squeezing his hands. He panted happily as Max's pace went from excruciatingly slow and sweet to rough nearly violent. His back arched with every thrust and his grip broke to grab the sheets instead.

Since his hands were free, they were quick to push Stuart's knees to his chest and his legs over his shoulders. Oh so conveniently blocking his neck from any disobedient dogs. Max forced his full weight down, his hands tangling back into the pretty dark brown hair and clashing their lips together.

"Is that better mutt?" Max growled. He put his head down on the bed and exposed his neck. Perfect and open for Stuart's teeth. He seemingly dared Stuart to try as he slammed his hips into his ass.

Every thrust sent shockwaves to Stuart's prostate and into his dick which was being grinded against by Max's stomach.

"¡Me voy a correr! ¡Max, por favor, no pares!" Stu giggled stupidly, his breathing erratic from the pressure and the mind breaking pleasure.

He pressed kisses onto Max's cheek and neck. "Vamos nena, déjame seguir marcándote. Gonna look so fucking good with matching love bites."

"You're made for me." Max panted and tilted his head. Stuart buried his head into the crock of the neck, baring his teeth and going to town.

He didn't hold back, purposely biting harder than before and sucking hickies onto the indents. His nose was pressed against the mousy brown hair and the scent was intoxicating.

It was musky and their scents mixed together, undertones of sex and weed with sweat being almost overpowering. It was impossibly perfect to Stuart and he bit too hard right behind Max's ear.

"Stu baby fuck!" Max gasped, his hands flying to his hips and slamming them down.

Stuart cried out as he felt a heat suddenly pooling inside of him. It spread slowly into his lower stomach as he pulled Max closer if that was even possible.

He was going deaf from the ringing in his ears and he couldn't see straight. Legs were out the door and halfway home so walking was a practicality Stuart had lost or earned depending on who asked.

Max whimpered and that noise drove Stuart into wanting another round. He trailed kisses and licks up to Max's lips, taking them and nibbling on the bottom lip.

"D-don't. I can't do it anymore." Max pleaded. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't get up. There was a stickiness everywhere and he needed a shower. Shit he probably needed one after that drive and the first fuck.

"Espera, ¿no puedes soportarlo más? ¿No puedes soportarme?" Stuart teased, nuzzling Max. A hand found his way to his mouth and covered it.

"I said enough." Max ordered, sitting up and pushing his hair back with both hands. It was sticky and clumping in odd places. He let out a breathless laugh, his hands dropping to Stuart's spread quivering thighs. "I don't wanna pull my dick out."

"Because it's gonna sting like a bitch." Stuart laughed, squirming. "He's gonna fall out if you don't."

Max retracted his dick, hissing at the overstimulation of cool air combined with the aching in his joints. Oh he was going to sleep like an angel tonight.

Stuart stretched out his muscles even though it felt like fire erupting in him. He relaxed, taking the time to catch his breath as he felt the bed dip next to him. Max plopped down, hand holding up his head with a tired shit eating grin.

"I think it's shower time." He said in a sing-song tone. "We're not sleeping like this."

"Who's we?" Stuart asked, rolling into his side. "You fucked my ability to walk. Good luck."

"You and me that's who." Max got up, slipping his arms under Stuart's frame and tugging him over to the edge of the bed.

"You aren't really." Stuart gasped, suddenly being lifted up and onto his feet. He playfully ragdolled, leaning against Max and acting dead.

"C'mon baby we got this." Max coached, half dragging and half helping Stuart limp to the bathroom.

Thankfully it was empty but there wasn't a lack of noise coming downstairs. Sounds of ferocious laughter and indescribable talking. Max was careful to let Stuart rest against the counter, patting the man's upper arm once he was sure he was steady.

The water was turned on and warmed up before both men went inside the basin. Stuart had just decided to toss the panties wherever in favour for Max's adorable beckoning look with semi wet hair.

Stuart had to lean against the built in shelf in the shower, Max's left hand always on his side to make sure. A gesture that was appreciated but not needed. At least not to Stuart.

"Do you need any help?" Max asked quietly after a moment of watching Stu just stand under the water.

He shook his head, reaching for the body wash and almost immediately slipped. Max caught him, almost falling as well but regained his footing. Laughing, Max nosed the man's cheek, playfully teasing him for the state he's in.

"You're the one who did this." Stuart grumbled, giving up on trying to hold himself up and letting Max do it for him. He let Max gently pull him up and set him straight, unable to help the urge to give Max puppy eyes and whining. "Baby I think I need help?"

"You're such a mess. It's adorable." Max purred. "Like how do you need help?"

Stuart wrapped his arms around Max's neck while pressing their bodies close. Even if there was a minor height difference, Max being 5'7 and Stuart being 6'1 when he wasn't slouching, he preferred to be under Max with his head curled up to the man's neck.

Max was gentle when he scrubbed the caramel brown skin, barely touching the marks with the loofah and rinsing the soap off. He nosed the man's cheek, bringing him up for a kiss.

Stuart whined into the kiss, backing Max up until his back hit the shower tile. His hands were clawing at Max's sides as they made out. Their tongues didn't battle for dominance, just explored the others mouths like it was the first time again.

Once the kiss broke, Stuart went back for thirds on Max's neck. He didn't bite or suck on the thin skin, just little nips and kisses. He kept nipping down Max's jawline, running his tongue to soothe the pain.

"N-no more dude. Seriously." Max protested weakly, having to use Stu and the wall for support. He damned his overly sensitive neck for this.

"Nah." Stu replied, kissing the hickies he left on Max's tattoo. He was right, Max looked good with the marks. He looked so fucking hot with them invading the almost snowy skin.

"We haven't done much showering." He pointed out, his arms going under the man's thighs almost like he was encouraging Max to jump into his arms.

"You just do something to me." Max shrugged. "We probably should get out. Do you feel better?"

Stu shrugged. "I ache everywhere. Those scratches on my lower back won't stop itching but I'm okay."

Max nodded and reached behind him to turn the shower off. Stuart let go of Max and took two steps back, shaking his hair free of the dripping water. Max stifled a giggle, seeing him act like an actual dog.

"Do you have any collars?" He asked, watching Stuart step out of the shower and wrap a towel around his waist.

"I do." Stuart bent down to grab another one from the cabinet. He looked over at Max, a sly smile and holding out a towel. "Wanna see them?"

Max shook his head, taking it and wrapping it around his waist. "No not tonight. I'm exhausted."

"Oh yeah I forgot about the drive." Stu said muffled, rubbing his hair with another towel.

"And the fact I can't keep my hands off of you." Max added, looking for a hairbrush amongst the drawers.

Stuart playfully hit him with the towel in his hands. He dropped it back onto the rack and stopped Max's search efforts by producing one from the medicine cabinet.

He ran the brush through his hair, grinding his teeth at the feeling of water dropping on his back. Max stood up and hopped onto the counter, back to where he was an hour ago.

Back to staring at Stuart, tugging a brush through the unruly knots in the dark brown veil of hair. It hadn't occurred to Max actually notice Stuart. He was very pretty, a weird thing to say about a man but he was.

Tall with hair that curled just past his shoulders, muscles under the caramel skin and tattoos that were mismatched and placed at random.

"You always stare at me. It makes me nervous." Stuart halfheartedly joked, handing Max the brush. "Do you need your glasses Mr. Green?"

"Yeah I have them actually. They're in my bag." Max replied and started brushing his own hair.

Stuart did the task of brushing his teeth, the foaming white liquid was making Max think impure thoughts even if he was dog tired and his dick ached from use. He quickly looked away and went back to his room, finding his own toothbrush and headed back.

Stuart was rinsing out his mouth, gargling with the mouthwash and head tilted back. His side eye to Max made the other chuckle, looking more and more doggish by the minute. He quickly spat out the blue liquid.

"Augh I fucking hate that shit." Stu grumbled and huffed. He replaced Max's seat on the counter so Max could do the same.

Now it was Stuart's turn to study Max. Of course he likes him. He reminded Stu of Simon. He wasn't lying to Craig when he said he loved Simon, he just couldn't go home to him. Not now or for the foreseeable future.

Max had the same mousy brown hair, the same pretty eyes and pouty lips encircled with silver. Stuart knew it was mean and awful but it was almost too easy to pretend Max was Simon.

"You lecture me about staring Mr. uh shit." Max paused, his hands holding the mouth wash falling down slightly as he looked at Stuart with confusion.

Stuart looked back with the same expression, head tilting slightly and moving closer. He shook his head slightly as if to say 'well?'

"I don't know your last name. Shit it's like that Carrie Underwood song." Max laughed, shooting back the capful of mouthwash and swishing it in his mouth.

"It's Castile. Stuart Lawrence Castile." Stu answered, folding his arms and flashing a cheeky grin. "Proud Puerto Rican and all time favorite mutt."

"Oh shit Puerto Rico makes sense. The Spanish and all. I honestly didn't know what you were." Max spit the wash out and dried his mouth. The realization that they didn't have clothes to change into dawned on him.

"Shit." He muttered.

Stuart hopped off the counter, the only coverage he had falling dangerously low on the hips. He hung off of Max, letting out soft coos and little nips near the hairline.

"C'mon let's go back to bed." He purred, tugging him away from the bathroom. Max followed obediently because why wouldn't he? A mutt like Stu enticing him to bed?

Any man would be a fool not to take it.

They quickly shut the door and tumbled into bed, towels tossed aside. Stuart unintentionally landed onto the plug they left and pulled it out from under him. Max was laying on his back, arm outstretched to Stuart to roll into.

"Yay or nay?" He asked, laying on his left side and holding the plug up with his right hand.

"That damn thing is the reason why my dick hurts." Max complained. "What do you mean?"

"I mean do you want me to wear it? Second that question, do you want to put it in?" Stuart asked again.

"Shit I don't know. That's up to you." Max shrugged.

"Help me decide then. If I don't, I'll be tighter in the morning and I'd have to go stretch myself. If I do, you can fuck me while I'm asleep but only if you put it in." Stuart offered in a sugary sweet tone.

Max rolled over, turning his back to Stuart and groaning. The last time he did, they ended up fucking. The offer of somnophilia was something he could try and get behind, literally and physically. He rolled back over with a huff.

"All fours and don't wiggle your ass again."

Stuart dove into position with his head pressing against the bed and ass in the air, having placed the plug into his mouth to lube up beforehand. He knew the answer more or less, Max was easy to figure out and Stuart loved to pick at the cracks showing through. It was enough for him to be entertained.

The younger got behind him on his knees, hands groping the man's ass. Max took it out of Stuart's maw, taking a minute to pause and bringing it up to his lips. He popped it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bulbous mid section of the metal before taking it out.

He aligned it with the awaiting man's hole and eased it in. Stuart let out a soft moan of Max's name and buried his face into the bed. Once the gem was settled at the rim, Stuart fell into the bed and laid there.

Max got out of bed, crossing the hall and getting a real pair of boxers for Stuart and coming back. He pulled on a pair of his own and tossed the other pair to the owner who looked up over his arm.

"Can you get me some socks? Top left." He meekly asked. Max wordlessly went without complaint, coming back to toss a pair at him.

Stuart rolled over, sitting up and dressing quickly before returning to laying down. Max crawled into bed and right next to Stuart.

"So about that sleep fuck?" Max asked slyly and got pushed away jokingly by Stuart.

"That's up to you. I guess some find it hot." Stuart shrugged and curled up into Max's chest. He yawned as he talked, eyes slipping closed. "Go for it. I wouldn't mind."

Max nodded while chewing on his lip. He reached over and turned the night light off, emerging them in darkness.

Max curled up into Stuart, arms around him and drifted off to sleep.