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It really didn’t bother James that he couldn’t go out with Jason–to bars, anyway. Even though he was only a few months away from that notable birthday–despite drinking “illegally” for quite some time now–there was no way he could pass for over 21 without it reflected on his ID. Even Jason affirmed it, and he said he didn’t ever want to risk getting James in trouble, so would it be alright if James sat out when it came to those weekend nights at the bars?
Yeah, it was fine. James liked the stillness and quiet of Jason’s house. It was big, but not big enough to be overwhelming or feel empty; on the contrary, it was full of personal history and color, the walls covered in artwork and photographs, the tables topped with peculiar sculptures and vibrant glass pieces, and the two floors and finished basement kept the house comfortable. Livable. James was glad to be a part of it.
The tile was cool beneath his feet as he padded through the kitchen to the fridge. Always well-stocked, he had no shortage of options when it came to food or drink, but all he wanted right now was something cold that had a little bite to it. No going out to bars was fine, but no alcohol ever? Come on. Good thing Jason was so generous.
Jason also had tastes that James still hadn’t grown into himself. Next to the fridge, a rack of various red wines rested on the shiny countertop, none of which had ever interested James enough to try on his own. There was a bottle of red already open, chilling in the fridge, from some fancy vineyard; James couldn’t even pronounce the name on the label, and he couldn’t lie about not enjoying the taste of it when Jason had given him a glass of it to try.
He grabbed a bottle of Heineken for himself; the bright green glass was so stark, sort of gaudy, next to the sophisticated cursive print on that bottle of deep red wine, but Jason got whatever he liked. And it’s not like Jason didn’t drink it either. James knew he’d come home from whatever he was getting up to with Dave and crack into a bottle for himself. They’d cuddle on the couch to watch something until one of them dozed off on the other’s shoulder.
For now, though, James had the house, all nice and silent, to himself, and all he wanted to do was settle down into that plush leather couch and get back into that book of H.P. Lovecraft stories that Cliff had loaned him. A chilly black winter night called for a little bit of surrealism.
As he was slowly and repeatedly reading the words of the chant that came from the “Esquimau wizards and the Louisiana swamp-priests,” sounding each syllable out loud, the lock on the front door clicked and giddy laughter bubbled into the house–not exactly the laughter one might expect from two grown men.
Jason was tipsy, that much was obvious. James knew him well enough that he could detect if flushed cheeks came only from a chilly breeze or a workout or the warmth of alcohol; his neck flushed a bit too when he drank, and he only laughed in that loud, almost uncontrollable way if he’d had a few.
Dave was much more of a mystery. James hadn’t spent too much time around him, but when he did, Dave always seemed to have some kind of poker face on, and it was a bit of an intimidating one. Or maybe that was just his face. He was nice enough–cordial, definitely–but stoic. James had never heard him laugh at all until he and Jason burst through the door like a couple of rowdy teenagers.
“Oops,” Jason said when he locked eyes with James still holding the book in his lap. “Sorry.” He patted Dave, standing next to him in the wide open entryway, on the back and said, “Dave wanted to check out the new piece I’ve been working on. Do you mind?”
“No,” James said. He stretched over to the end table for the bookmark Jason got him on a whim one day–a long strip of black leather embossed with James’ initials in gold stitching–and shut away Lovecraft for the night. Jason carried on, his voice drifting further away as he walked down the hall to his studio; Dave lingered in front of the living area for a moment, giving James a look that was indecipherable.
Well, they were both definitely tipsy, so, whatever. James would get there if Dave didn’t stick around. For now, he finished off that one beer, downed a glass of water, then carried the empty bottle between his fingertips down the same hallway, passing the studio to get to the garage and toss it in the recycling.
A year ago, he would have had to keep that bottle to turn in for one pathetic nickel. Jason never bothered; he didn’t need to.
On the journey back, James heard scattered comments from Dave about the painting Jason was pouring himself over every day.
“Nice use of color, man. Really bold.”
James smiled to himself; that painting was indeed very bold, very Jason.
“It’s fucking huge!” Dave said, and Jason laughed.
James always got excited when Jason showed him what he was working on and what he was most proud of, but he was always so flattered when Jason lamented to him about things not being right and asked for his opinion, as if James could even paint. Jason got him into a little bit, though; it was fun when they did it together. Not so much when James tried on his own, because he didn’t even know where or how to begin. Jason was such a natural.
Might as well make himself useful while they explored the studio, James thought; he went back to the kitchen and got to work on the dishes, even though Jason constantly insisted that he didn’t have to do them, that he didn’t really have to do anything. But it was still a strange thing to accept money and gifts and a whole place to live without giving anything in return.
Well, it’s not like James really never gave anything in return. Jason made it clear every single day how much he liked James, and that he “loved” having him around, he “needed” James to fill that other side of the bed. Jason could choose just about anyone to be with, but somehow James had been the one to charm him, and it was really Jason who rewarded him more than the other way around. That’s how it felt, at least; Jason doted on him and made James feel special and cared for, and that was just about everything he wanted.
While the tap ran and James scrubbed at a pan that had been used to make French toast that morning, he felt Jason’s arms circle him from behind and a sharp chin on his shoulder blade.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jason said for probably the hundredth time.
“I know, but–” James reply was interrupted, because Dave was in the kitchen too, just a few feet away and retrieving that open bottle of wine from the fridge. Yeah, Jason’s friends knew the deal but openly being affectionate in front of them wasn’t something that happened and James never found it insulting. He’d never been one for PDA anyway. So, it was even more apparent that Jason was tipsy and he wasn’t going to make James exempt from some obvious affection, even if it wasn’t just the two of them.
Jason sighed and flattened his hands over James’ stomach, fingers treading dangerously low to the waistband of his jeans; James’ heart started to thump, no longer sure if that was because he really didn’t want Dave to see or if maybe he actually did want Dave to see, because maybe a part of him wanted Jason to not give a fuck who saw.
“Jesus, Jase.” Dave shut the fridge door with a swing of his hip and held the wine before himself in both hands, paying them no mind. “How much did you pay for this?”
“It wasn’t that much,” Jason said, still not freeing James from the warm hold of his arms and the dense pressure of his entire body, and James knew that answer was kind of a lie, and Dave probably knew it.
James still had no clue what Dave did for work, but he was clearly financially comfortable, probably more so than the average adult; his clothes gave it away. No glaring designer labels but his button-down shirts and sweaters looked well-made and fine to the touch, and even his jeans fit better and looked better than any pair James had ever owned before Jason came along. They all probably shopped at the same stores now, but James could never get rid of his old band tees and shirts that advertised the same alcohol he couldn’t drink in bars and curse words that Jason found amusing. Everything was becoming rattier by the month, faded and frayed, but Jason thought he looked cute in them, so, all the more incentive.
Dave looked up at James. At first, his expression was as neutral as ever; if he had any particular thoughts about who he was staring at, James couldn’t even guess what they were, but then one amber eyebrow rose and his dark eyes regarded James with amusement. “You like it too?”
“Uh, no, not really.” There was no point in lying; Dave probably expected that answer. James was too young, too immature, to appreciate the dry, bitter taste of that wine. The so-called notes? Yeah, those were entirely lost on him.
“I’m not sure I will either.” Dave grabbed two wine glasses from the hanging rack above all the room temperature bottles nestled in their special place. He smirked pointedly at James and said, “Then again, I’ll drink anything.”
Jason laughed. “Seriously,” he said, squeezing James’ waist before he slipped away to take the glass of red from Dave’s hand. “I distinctly remember a lot of empty 40 ounces in your old apartments.”
“Yeah, the broke, desperate days when I’d trade rent money for a 12-pack of anything.” Dave laughed and brought the glass to his lips. “As long as it’d get me drunk.” He took a sip, seeming pretty neutral on his opinion of the wine too, and said to James, “It’s too bad you can’t go out with us. But I don’t think a bartender would give a shit if you’re with Jason.”
“That’s okay. Jase doesn’t wanna get me in trouble.” That felt weird to say, like James was divulging something too intimate for Dave to hear even if Jason’s friends had already heard the exact same reason themselves. “I don’t wanna get him in trouble either.”
Dave was the one who took the lead in exiting the kitchen; James watched the waves of his hair catch the glow from the soft lights above, and saw the defined lines of muscle in his back and arms even without flexing, as he walked away. James was fit, sure, but Jason and Dave had enough years on him that they were fit. James loved fondling Jason’s biceps and working down to pay special attention to those hard abs, and when he felt the firm muscles of Jason’s quads and hamstrings around his hips. But Jason wasn’t intimidating; the minute they met, he was a warm presence with an earnest, sweet smile and a soft yet rough voice that hit James' ears like a melody; Dave, on the other hand, spoke gruffly even when polite and carried himself as though he knew he could destroy anyone and was proud of it.
When Jason sat on the end of the couch and pulled James into him before James could make a decision on where to sit for himself, his heart thudded again, because Dave smiled at them. Mostly at James, actually, and the shameless snapshots of intimacy Jason was revealing and the attention on him was too new and he wiggled against Jason’s chest; not exactly uncomfortable, just not sure what to do with himself when there was another set of eyes on him without a single distraction in the room to divert Dave’s gaze.
Jason reached forward with one arm looped around James’ waist to slide a coaster across the coffee table. He set his glass on top and asked, “What’d you get up to tonight?”
“Not much. I was mostly reading.” James’ anxious heartbeat slowed when Jason’s hold loosened and he could just recline against him without a strong arm keeping him there. He looked back and tilted his chin up to look at Jason. “I cleaned your bathroom.”
Jason frowned a little in disapproval, and James knew exactly why–he was put off that James said “your” and not “our,” like James didn’t really live with him at all, and that James kept doing things like he was trying to earn his keep. Jason had said he had a housekeeper for a reason. But even if he didn’t want James to feel obligated to play house, to clean up, to try and cook, or to keep even the words of ownership separate, this was still kind of an arrangement even if it didn’t always feel that way.
“What about you guys?” James asked, needing to pivot this discussion, and glanced at Dave, who took another sip of wine.
“The usual,” Jason answered first, simply, letting James picture whatever he wanted “the usual” to be. He knew that nothing all that interesting happened when Jason went out with any of his friends; the days of chaos were well behind them. Well, he undoubtedly knew that to be true for Jason; the others seemed like they were more inclined to get a little wild at times, especially Dave. Then Jason nestled his cheek against James’ temple and said, “Actually, we talked about you a bit.”
That gave James a bit of pause. Why would he ever be a topic of discussion? His nerves twisted, a sharp worry making him wonder if this was bad news, like Dave had sat Jason down in a sort of intervention and asked him why the hell he was wasting his time with someone like James.
But James managed to ask, as casually as he could, “Oh yeah?” When he glanced at Dave again, Dave’s cheeks were pink and he smirked behind his glass, almost like he was nervous too, and the energy rippling from both of the guys prompted James’ worry to turn to intrigue. Suddenly it all made sense now–these two grown men were setting the stage to confess something, and Jason was doing it for his friend like Dave was suddenly a shy teenager who couldn’t bear to handle all the embarrassment on his own.
“Yeah.” Jason tucked a strand of James’ hair behind his ear and said, “Dave said he thinks you’re cute.”
There it was. As surprising as it was to hear, it shouldn’t, in hindsight, be surprising at all–all those looks Dave gave him seemed so obvious now. Dave hadn’t been judging James; rather, he’d been scoping him out, analyzing, appreciating. James wasn’t naive, but he also wasn’t going to flatter himself; if Jason had never announced it on Dave’s behalf, he never would have simply assumed Dave’s cutting glances and brief stares had a sliver of craving.
But he still asked, the question more so directed at Jason as he turned to look at him, “Really?”
Dave’s voice made James turn back, to scrutinize the expression partly hidden by a wave of flames over his face. “Yeah,” Dave said and, as if knowing James wanted to see him in full and know the seriousness of this conversation, brushed his hair back with a tilt of his chin and raised his eyebrows. “Really cute.”
The pause that followed told James it was his turn to speak again–he either needed to affirm or deny what was happening, and although he already had his answer, he looked back to Jason to get the affirmation from him too, to make sure it was actually okay to say. Jason nodded so slightly that Dave wouldn’t have been able to register it from the other end of the couch, and because the way James could still feel those unwavering eyes only on him.
“Thanks,” James said to Dave. Jason wasn’t holding onto him at all anymore; in his peripheral vision, James saw him reach for the glass of wine on the coffee table. Dave smiled a little and leaned forward and James’ stomach twisted with an onslaught of new nerves, but Dave just placed his own glass on another coaster.
“You’re really hot,” James blurted. He felt more than heard Jason chuckle behind him, and Dave’s full lips, now redder with a sheer wine stain, curled into a distinctly pleased smile. James’ confession was as genuine as the compliment Dave had paid him, and although the intimidating energy radiating from Dave had become a softer flicker rather than a burning fire, his sharper, intent gaze still made James swallow with uncertainty about whether or not he could handle what was unraveling. But his own temptation was superseding it; Dave was hot and although James had never had dirty thoughts about him before, he was having some now.
The question came out like a dare: “Wanna kiss me?” Dave asked, not moving an inch, but James saw the hand lying over the back of the couch twitch as if he was stopping himself from reaching out.
“I mean–” James began, then twisted around to actually get a full view of Jason, who smiled and laid his hand on James’ back, ushering him in so they could kiss first. That felt right–Jason’s gentle, reassuring kiss and the single stroke of fingers down his spine.
“Go for it,” he told James, then looked past him, eyes bright as he regarded Dave. “I’d like to see that.”
Oh, okay. James felt the couch cushions shift with Dave’s moving weight before he even turned around; when he did swivel, Dave was settling down on the center cushion, feet flat on the floor, legs spread just enough to be a daring invitation.
James slid across the inches that separated them. He could feel Jason’s eyes on his backside and could see Dave’s gaze fixed on him, head turned just enough to make unwavering eye contact as James approached. It was like he was being teased, having to take the lead like this, or–and this thought was a little more appealing–as if Dave wanted to be sure that James actually wanted to do this. And he did; no obligation weighed him down. If he didn’t want to, neither of them would stop him from getting up and leaving the room; certainly not Jason, who James could easily imagine anxiously following him and apologizing, wrapping him up in his arms and saying sweet things in his ear to make him forget this had ever even been a thought.
James placed a hand on Dave’s thigh–damn. Just as firm as Jason’s, and it flexed beneath his touch. Dave’s movements were subtle as James leaned into his side; only until James’ lips brushed against his did Dave move his own hand, lifting it to caress James’ cheek with his palm and brush his fingers over his temple, a soft stroke of his thumb across James’ jaw.
Dave hummed, sounding quietly delighted–there was no point in James not flattering himself now–and urged him closer with his other hand on James’ waist. He squeezed lightly, like he really wanted to know what James felt like, and until now, it was really only with Jason that James ever felt remotely small. He was taller, sure, and he liked that–Jason certainly did too by the way he gazed up at him when they stood in front of one another like James was a beautiful golden sculpture–but Jason was broader and much more defined. Dave was too; when James clutched his bicep, he made a little noise of delight of his own at the hard, thick muscle in his hand.
When the tentative touch of lips turned into a deeper kiss, with Dave parting his lips first and James matching him, the slightest touch of tongues warming James’ mouth, he expected Jason to say something, do something–anything, really. Just make himself known again. But silence and stillness came from the other end of the couch, and this novel experience was already so titillating that James couldn’t bring himself to turn around and look.
That would also mean breaking away from Dave’s hold on him, which he wasn’t inclined to do, because the hand clasping his jaw and the other slipping down to his hip and sliding a finger through his belt loop was just too good, and too beckoning. It was clear that Dave didn’t want him to go anywhere even for one second.
Dave was a good kisser–much more patient and sweet than James anticipated, and his age reflected experience. Confidence emanated from the occasional tilt of his head, matching James’ movements, and the gradual build-up from gentle and slow to that deeper, hungry pace that James found himself moaning into.
That one little moan instigated a rough, low laugh from Dave’s chest; he pressed his lips to James’ jaw and said, “Come over here,” then James was being hauled onto that pair of strong thighs, a hand on his lower back pushing him down, planting him there.
James caught a glimpse of Jason when he glanced to the side through his hair that was already messy from Dave’s touch, and he looked perfectly at ease. Actually, he’d spread his legs a little and had gone back to sipping his wine like he was watching a show.
It was a show, James thought, and while the spotlight was nerve-wracking, it was also scintillating, making him warm and wiggly in Dave’s lap. He was content to never do anything with anyone else as long as was with Jason, but getting intimate with someone Jason approved of wasn’t actually so difficult to ease into, and knowing Jason was enjoying the view prompted a burning curl of arousal in his stomach.
“Jesus.” Dave grabbed James’ ass with both hands and squeezed, then turned to Jason. “I don’t know how you ever keep your hands off him.”
James blushed when Jason smiled at him and said, “Only with great restraint.”
Dave kissed him again. His lips were soft and warm, and his tongue tasted like that red wine, except James didn’t mind that bitterness now, because the gentle pursing of Dave’s lips and the leisurely slide of his tongue made everything sweeter. He could feel Dave hardening between his thighs; their groins were pressed together and Dave’s bulge was firm and undeniably big, which made James’ own cock trapped in his jeans twitch with interest.
Dave squeezed his ass again, then gave a light smack to one cheek; James’ breath hitched in his throat and his eyes darted to Jason, whose face was even more flushed now, and James could see he was breathing a little harder.
“Alright, Jamie,” Dave said, locking his arms around James’ lower back and beginning to lift himself, taking James with him, away from the couch. “Let’s go.”
Stunned by the nickname that he’d been graced with as if they were old friends and the effortless way Dave was carrying him out of the living room, James let out a little gasp and held on. Okay, so he was still young and wiry but it wasn't like he weighed nothing, yet Dave picked him up and carried him without a single huff of discomfort, and James clung to the strong arm around him and looped the other around Dave’s neck, and long, soft hair tickled his wrist.
Conveniently, the master bedroom was on the first floor; Dave got them there in all of five seconds. He dropped James onto the bed and stayed standing at the end; shamelessly, he unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off, then pulled his undershirt over his head while he raked over James with a famished, impatient gaze.
Frantically, James wondered where the hell Jason was. If nothing else, he wanted Jason to be present for some additional sense of comfort and familiarity; thankfully, Jason stepped through the doorway and went to the side of the bed, fingers sliding across the soft comforter to grace James’ shoulder with his tender touch.
“How’re you doing, baby?” he asked, cupping James’ jaw to keep the focus on him for a minute, not Dave, who, James noted just by the sounds, was unbuckling his belt.
“Good.” It was a simple but honest answer, yet Jason reached down to palm James’ crotch like he wanted to make sure it was, in fact, the truth. James huffed softly and pulled Jason down to kiss him too, and he could taste the same wine on his lips.
The first time Jason had kissed him–the second time they ran into each other, like chance decided to put them in one another’s path–James was so taken aback he had to stop himself from pulling away. Not only was Jason significantly older than anyone he had ever been with, but Jason was significantly better off–he had a real career, real interests, took such good care of himself, had a beautiful house, and a lot of money in the bank. James didn’t know that last part for sure for a little while, but it wasn’t like Jason could hide it, though he was never ostentatious or show-offy. Each time they met after that first kiss, Jason had a gift for him and paid for dinner and always drove them around in one of his hot rides that James could usually only describe as “cool.” Jason was old-fashioned–he himself told James later on that he’d been “courting” him. Yet it was only when James was invited to Jason’s home for the first time that Jason’s wealth was undeniable and, somehow, he’d hit the jackpot; not because of that, but because someone so solid and smart and sweet could ever be interested in him.
It’d been a sweet first kiss too; Jason hadn’t pushed him, hadn’t tried to take it anywhere else. He’d given James that one lingering soft press of lips and waited for him to lead them the rest of the way, and James had, right into glowing days and glittering nights, just the two of them.
Until now, and when Jason pulled back, Dave was still standing at the end of the bed, his fly open and revealing just a small flash of black cotton beneath denim.
Jason pulled James’ shirt over his head, then ran one hand across his chest; James shivered at the sudden exposure to the air and Jason’s arousing touch. Meanwhile, Dave pulled down his own jeans, shook them away from his ankles, then grabbed the waistband of James’ as Jason worked the button open and the zipper down and then he was in nothing but his briefs.
James’ head spun at the sight of Jason sitting down in the black velvet armchair in the corner of the room, content to watch again as Dave climbed over him. There was no gradual progression to his passion now; Dave kissed him deep and hard, moaned when James’ hands found his waist, while he rubbed his groin, his erection barely hidden beneath his briefs, against James’.
Shit, it felt really good. Dave’s body was different from Jason’s; their muscular, sculpted forms could be compared, but Dave’s body was longer, matching James’ perfectly as he writhed on top. He was warmer, which was shocking because Jason might as well have been a human heat pump, but Dave still hadn’t broken a sweat. His hair, too–those long ginger waves brushed over James’ face like a gentle breeze, and gave him something extra to tug on and toy with.
“Ah–” The involuntary, subdued sound escaped from James’ throat when Dave mouthed at his neck; a barely there graze of teeth made his back arch and Dave grunted approvingly, his left hand gripping James’ upper arm. That arm was lifted as Dave sucked on James’ throat, then there was a flash of excitement on Dave’s face, a pleased little grin, before he disappeared.
James gasped and grunted; Dave was pressing his face right into his armpit, nosing through the hair, tugging at some with his teeth. For all the things James had done in his life, that had never happened before, and it was weird, a little disorienting, and made him question just how good he could smell, but Dave must have thought he did because James felt a long stripe of tongue slide over his skin, through the hair, then Dave groaned as he nipped at James’ bicep.
“Shit,” Jason said from beyond; James could hear the cheeky smile in his voice. “Dave, you’re an animal.”
“You know it,” Dave replied before he kissed and nipped his way across James’ chest and to the other armpit and stuck his face in there too, growling like a dog with a bone in its mouth.
As strange as the sensations were, James was as hard as he could get beneath Dave’s crotch. He lifted his hips to rub up against him and Dave just pushed him down with a single, shallow shove and started to grind, sparing James from doing any work to get the friction they both wanted.
When Dave kissed him again, James was glad he’d opted out of putting deodorant on after his shower; that would have been gross to feel on his lips and to taste, but the way he smelled without it, really? Could it really be even halfway decent despite how he’d scrubbed himself clean a few hours ago? Dave really was an animal for enjoying it, and maybe James was too.
When Dave sat back and started to pull James’ briefs down, Jason rose from the chair and moved behind Dave; James didn’t even register his body on full display, because Jason was tugging Dave’s briefs down too, then lifted his hand to his mouth and made his palm shiny with spit to wrap around Dave’s cock.
“It’s always pretty obvious through your jeans,” Jason said with a chuckle, resting his other hand over Dave’s chest. “But it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Stupidly, James never considered that they’d done or hadn’t done anything together before this. He wouldn’t mind them doing more and watching just like Jason had, but he was also buzzing with anticipation and the desire for hands and lips on him again, and things seemed to be moving fast.
Dave smiled with pride and reached back to card his fingers through Jason’s hair, then he scowled, impatient. “Can you take some shit off already?” he asked in a surly tone, tugging at Jason’s collar.
James’ focus switched back and forth between Jason getting undressed and Dave bending down over him; long fingers trailed over his ribs, down his stomach, then a big hand wrapped around his cock and he moaned and shot an arm out to grab Dave’s shoulder.
“You’ve got a really nice dick,” Dave told him, stroking slow and steady; from off to the side came the good old bottle of Astroglide from Jason’s nightstand, and Dave quickly popped the cap and dribbled some straight down onto the head of James’ cock, then took his hand away just long enough to get himself even wetter. James’ cock twitched at the sight of Dave’s, so thick and flushed bright pink, the wet suction sound from his hand making James’ stomach clench with a filthy ache.
Jason knelt next to him, the mattress dipping, making James jostle a little, which distracted him from the wet fingers that slipped between his legs. Jason captured his face in one hand as the other slid down his body; Jason grabbed his slick cock and James whined against his mouth as Dave pushed one of his legs to the side and rubbed his fingertips over his rim.
“Oh, fuck–mm.” James clutched a handful of Jason’s hair and panted against his neck; Jason kissed his forehead and twisted his hand around James’s cock, rubbing the head with his palm before sliding back down to the base and giving him a little squeeze. It was like being smothered, but not at all unpleasantly; Dave’s weight between his legs was dominating, silently urging James to stay right where he was, and Jason leaning over him and giving his cock the attention it needed helped him ride the wave of pleasure that overpowered the sting below as Dave’s fingers pushed in.
“Fuck, what a little fucking hottie,” Dave murmured. He pushed his two fingers in deeper and hit James’ prostate because, of course, he knew exactly what he was doing. Both of the men he was sandwiched between had so much sexual experience under their belts that James felt like a complete novice in comparison.
James cursed and curled his fingers tighter in Jason’s hair, and Jason stroked him harder; slick sounds from his hand and Dave’s groans of arousal ran through his ears, intercepted by Jason nibbling on his actual ear, which made James giggle and squirm.
“Oh, is he ticklish there?” Dave asked, rubbing his fingers over James’ prostate again.
Fuck, it all felt so fucking good; James whined, then laughed again while Jason teased his earlobe with more teeth. When the laughter trickled into another moan, Jason kissed the soft little spot below James’ ear with a smile on his lips.
“Yeah, he is,” Jason said, then tormented James even more by rubbing his thumb over one nipple.
“Oh, fuck–Jesus–” James arched up, incidentally shoving his cock right into the tight grip of Jason’s fist. It was all so fucking good, too fucking good–any second, all his trembling and panting and the tingles zapping through his veins were going to come to fruition. He could feel his stomach tightening, his chest seizing, and he rasped out, “I’m–fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Instantly, Jason’s hands disappeared from his body and Dave drew his fingers back, still keeping them inside but ceasing any real movement; he chuckled as Jason touched James again, lying his fingers over his collarbone. That alone kept James close to the edge, but without any warmth around his cock and with Dave’s hand motionless, they were both making sure to keep him from falling over it.
“So soon?” Jason questioned, sounding more surprised than teasing.
“You gotta be on one of our cocks for that,” Dave said, and James' brain short-circuited at the rough, dirty words and another nudge of slick fingers inside him.
Jason spoke before James could: “Dave, I know you’re the guest here–” He made contact with James’ eager cock again, but only drew a line up the length of it with one finger, which prompted James to release a desperate sob. “But I want him first.”
“All yours,” Dave replied, curling his fingers inside James and tugging a little, which made James whine sharply and scramble to get any part of Jason he could in his hands; he managed to grab Jason’s upper arm. “I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
“Oh fuck,” James bit out, then Dave’s fingers were gone, Jason was sitting against the headboard lubing up his dick and Dave had both hands on James’ hips, flipping him over with ease so he could crawl up to meet his man.
“Sit on my cock, baby,” Jason urged; he pulled James in over his thighs, and James sighed, his ass rubbing over Jason’s cock. Jason brushed James’ bangs out of his eyes, then lifted his hips. “Wanna see you bounce on it.”
“Shit. Okay–” James would agree to just about anything right now; not that he ever balked at getting on top of Jason. He bit his lip as he obliged, sinking down as Jason held his cock up in alignment. He breathed hard and slow as he took inch after inch, and heard Dave groan behind him, then Dave’s hand was on his shoulder and pushing him down all the way.
Jason grabbed his hips and started to move him back and forth shallowly, nudging his cock deep inside over and over; James felt hot everywhere, like his skin was burning in the best way, and his heart was hammering wildly, making him sweaty despite barely moving at all. Jason was calm beneath him, as patient as ever, while Dave was handsy behind him, touching James all over, those big hands wandering over every bit of skin available to him.
James had to plant his hands onto Jason’s chest to help get himself going; he pressed down onto those firm pecs as he started to really ride, feeling the tightness in his core and the loosening of his hips with each–yeah, he was doing it–bounce. He was just heavy and fast enough for a subtle smacking sound to break through his and Jason’s moans and Dave’s impressed, whispered curses in his ear.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jason told him, watching intently, eyelashes fluttering when James dropped down especially hard. He ran his fingers through James’ happy trail and asked, “Does it feel good, James?”
Jason knew James always went weak in the knees when he said his name like that–languidly, dripping from his tongue like honey. It tickled James’ brain just right, made him squirmy in Jason’s lap, but he knew what made Jason absolutely crumble.
“Yeah,” James panted, making a swivel of his hips; he contained the smirk his lips wanted to form and added, staring into Jason’s shining, adoring eyes, “Fuck, yeah–it feels so good, daddy.”
And, of course, Jason’s face revealed his mental breaking point that was always guaranteed. His mouth dropped open, his eyes widened, his cheeks flushed; his wondrous, blissful gaze was unmovable just as the fierce grip on James’ hips was, and James smiled a little.
Meanwhile, Dave growled and suddenly hooked an arm around James, pulling him flush against his chest. “Fuck, Jase. What a good boy you have,” he growled and rubbed his nose against James’ neck.
God, all this praise had James vibrating and determined to ride Jason harder, but it was more difficult now that Dave had what was veering on a chokehold on him. Dave sank his teeth into his shoulder, then he disappeared from James’ backside only to step in front, feet on either side of Jason’s legs, and loom over him.
Dave threaded his fingers through James’ hair at his crown, but James couldn’t look up; all he could see was the big, hard, pink dick in front of his face. Jason’s hands on his hips held onto him tightly, forcing him to stop moving, and then James glanced up at Dave who was looking down at him like he wanted to eat him.
“I wanna see that pretty mouth around my cock,” Dave said, and shuffled closer. James opened his mouth without even thinking; instincts had taken over all of them, and he had to cling to Dave’s thighs as he swallowed him like he was just as hungry.
That cock was thick in his mouth, choking him as soon as he wrapped his lips around it; his position didn’t help, because Jason was now humping up into him and Dave’s hand on the back of his head wasn’t going anywhere. So, he gave all he had to give, concentrating for a second on relaxing his jaw, then flattening his tongue; Dave pushed in a little more and James tried not to make his gag audible or visible, but just enough of that wet choking sound came out for Dave to groan loudly and dig his fingers into James’ shoulder.
“Fuck.” That was from Jason, who started plunging up into James at such a rapid pace that James really was bouncing; if he wasn’t clasping Dave’s thighs, he would have toppled over. But that wasn’t so much of an embarrassing image as another hot one, because he could imagine flopping off like a fish out of water and Jason quickly pulling him back into place and fucking him even harder, all while Dave tugged at his hair and drew James back onto his cock.
But what was happening was already plenty; James really couldn’t ask for more.
“Jesus Christ, you’re good,” Dave muttered, thankfully, keeping his own pace in and out of James’ mouth manageable. “You like getting your ass and your mouth fucked at the same time?”
Jesus Christ, Dave had a dirty mouth. James could only grunt and sort of nod, which pushed Dave’s shaft up against the roof of his mouth. He felt his teeth hit the skin and expected praise to turn into a harsh warning, but Dave moaned and scrunched his fingers in James’ hair, apparently enjoying the mishap.
“Shit.” Dave abruptly pulled out, leaving James to cough and wipe drool away from his chin; he wobbled on top of Jason, who was panting and sweating, and then Dave was behind him again. He rutted his cock against James’ lower back and held him tight with an arm around his middle while one hand grazed his chest, fingers finding a nipple to tease.
“Oh, god–fuck–” James closed his eyes and held onto Dave’s forearm. Yet again, he was going to bust soon, the second either Jason or Dave merely brushed against his dick, and he wanted to. Needed to. He couldn’t take being denied again. It felt like Jason was close too–he was sloppy now, fucking up into James without an ounce of grace, and his cock twitched inside James’ tight, slick heat.
But Jason’s natural patience and persistence never wavered in the bedroom; whenever he wanted James to finish first, he’d make it happen, and it was clear that tonight was no exception.
“You wanna come?” Jason asked him, that hand on his hip mere inches away from where James really wanted it to be, but all Jason did was squeeze there, then squeeze his thigh with the other hand.
“Fuck–yeah, oh god.” James squeaked when Dave kissed his neck roughly and pinched his nipple, and he half-expected Jason to give in already and get a hand on him, but his cock still went neglected. When he decided to just reach down there himself and finish the job, Jason snatched one wrist away while Dave grabbed the other.
A pathetic whine ripped out of his throat and he looked down at Jason for some pity; Jason did look mildly sympathetic, but when Dave shoved his cock against James’ lower back again, making Jason’s cock rub densely inside him, the sympathy faded into fierce determination.
“Jase, please.” James didn’t care that he was begging now; he was shaking with the need to release, and these two were just tormenting him now and taking way too much pleasure in it. He ground himself down onto Jason’s cock as he clawed at Dave’s forearm and begged again, sounding like he was on the verge of tears: “Please, please, Jase–come on.”
Jason squeezed James’ ass and finally, fucking finally, grabbed his cock, and that was all it took–just the firm grip around his shaft and pearly drops, one after one, shot across Jason’s stomach and chest, coating his skin in a milky gleam.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dave said, the sound of his voice slightly distant to James, whose ears suddenly felt full of cotton, his eyes shut tight against the world. He felt weightless on top of Jason, because now Jason was holding onto him like James might float away if he didn’t, slamming his hips up, mercilessly shoving the head of his cock against James’ prostate over and over.
And James was a whining, moaning mess. Dave’s mouth on his neck and the hands groping his chest, his belly and his ass weren’t helping, but Jason must have been appreciating the view once again, because he was babbling pure flattery like his life–or orgasm–depended on it.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good. So fucking hot,” Jason said, panting; James opened his eyes and watched Jason drag his fingers through the cum James had rained down upon him and slide his fingers into his mouth. “God, you taste fucking amazing–” A tight moan interrupted him for a second, but Jason continued with James’ cum shining on his lips: “So fucking sweet. Dave’s lucky I’m letting him get a taste.”
Dave’s chuckle was low and muffled with his mouth on James’ neck. When he pulled back, there was a warm wet spot on James’ skin, and he saw strands of blonde hair stuck to Dave’s lips.
“Yeah, I’m really fucking lucky,” Dave agreed, then turned James’ face to kiss him.
“Shit–you guys look good together. Really hot,” was the last bit of flattery that rumbled from Jason, who gave one last harsh thrust up into James; James whimpered against Dave’s lips as Jason’s warmth filled him and Dave’s cock slid down to glide over his tailbone, not to be forgotten.
Dave pried James away from Jason, pulling him up by his hips and pressing him down with one firm hand on his lower back. It was all still happening so fast–James didn’t have two seconds to form a thought before Jason captured him in a kiss and Dave’s tongue lapped at his hole.
James grunted in surprise; so, Dave liked armpits and this? James thought some of the stuff he and Jason got up to in the bedroom was a little freaky, but Dave was proving himself to be the ringmaster of this fucked up circus.
“Goddamn, Newsted.” Dave’s tongue dragged up James’ perineum that he could feel was not only wet with lube, but cum too, now Dave’s saliva. “You shot a big fucking load in him.”
Jason stayed flat on his back beneath James, the leftover cum from the load that’d been shot across his body drying, looking like an obscene confectionary sugar glaze, and he smiled like Dave had said the most flattering thing ever. James wondered what he looked like right now; he was still burning hot, his ass even more so within Dave’s hands that kneaded his muscle like a big cat, and sweat was dampening his forehead and the back of his neck.
Like he picked up on that momentary fixation of James’, Jason sat up and brushed those sweaty bangs back and kissed his neck; James sighed, back to being stable and secure, but then Dave licked harshly over his hole and probed the tip of his tongue inside, like not only did he want to taste James but taste Jason too, and James dropped from his propped up hands down to his tremulous forearms.
Jason picked up on something else too–James was still hard. He’d never even gone soft after his orgasm, and Dave eating him out all sloppy and feverishly and Jason’s doting kisses to his neck only made him harder, made his aching cock bob between his legs like it had a mind of its own. With his face still tucked against James’ neck, Jason reached down there and got a hold of James’ stiff dick and gave one shallow stroke.
“Fuck, baby.” Jason tilted James’ chin up and looked into his eyes. “You think you can come again?”
James moaned at the question, because Jason looked so fucking sexy right now with those frosty eyes, always contrastingly warm in the way they regarded James, on his and the subtle movement of Jason’s throat as he swallowed, like he was now starving to watch James come again so he could lick it up again.
He was going to give a verbal answer, but his words were lost when Dave’s tongue swirled over his rim, then he was being cajoled to roll over; his head landed in Jason’s lap and his legs were captured in Dave’s hands, ankles held onto tightly while Dave spread him open.
“Fuck, yeah–” Dave grunted when Jason leaned over and slicked his cock with a lubed hand. Dave gave a cheeky half-smile of appreciation to him, then pressed the slippery head of his cock against James’ rim and said, “You’re gonna come again.”
“Oh, fuck,” was all James could say; Jason was reaching down to squeeze the inside of his thigh and Dave was sliding inside, and as much as James wanted to see what faces Dave was making, because the noises he was making were pretty interested, it was too big, almost too much, and he had to keep his eyes shut to brace himself.
Dave hummed from low in his throat. “You take it so good,” he said, then James squeezed his eyes tighter when his body rocked with Dave’s first thrust. He felt the back of his head brush over Jason’s thigh, then Jason’s fingers touching his face, then someone’s–Dave’s, he realized after half a second–hand around his cock.
“Yeah, look at you,” Dave huffed out, which encouraged James to open his eyes so he could actually look back at him. “I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.”
Dave’s eyes were dark and wild, lips parted, and the angles of his body were sharper now, like he was already well on his way to losing it. He stroked James harder, faster, and James whimpered and flailed an arm back to grab Jason.
The waves of overwhelming arousal were roaring deep inside him again, and James’ breaths were coming out rapid and ragged; Dave only intensified that by dribbling a string of drool over the head of James’ cock and twisting his fist again, then he shot his other hand out and wrapped it around his throat.
Oh, Jesus. Had Dave and Jason talked about this too? That James liked that pressure around his neck, the little squeeze when he was right on the edge that made him come twice as hard and see stars? They must have. Jason would never let anyone do this otherwise, and Dave was being careful–his fingers pressed into the side of James’ neck but the pressure of his palm remained light, letting James get those needy breaths inside his lungs.
He was leaking profusely through Dave’s other hand, the precum coating his fingers; Dave thrust in deep and hard, pulled out just enough to slam back in and fuck him so fiercely that James could do nothing but vibrate over Jason’s lap and moan wordlessly, so close now, ready to beg for it if either of them decided to torment him again.
Dave squeezed his throat a little harder–enough to choke the already strangled moan that was pulled from James’ lips, and James' vision turned to murky red behind his eyes and felt his hot, wet release smothered all over his cock by Dave’s relentless hand.
“Damn, James,” Jason said; James had nearly forgotten he was there, but now that he heard his voice again, he whined and blinked up at him, fingers scrambling to get at him again. Jason bent over to give him an ungainly upside down kiss, but the awkwardness was lost because James just needed it that badly.
“Fuck.” Dave released his hold on James’ neck and he quivered when Dave pulled out and his legs were being thrown down; Dave moved up to straddle him, not his hips but his chest, that shockingly hard cock right in front of him again. He grabbed James’ hair and stroked himself, breathing just as hard as James was, and said, “I’m gonna come all over that pretty face of yours.”
A little squeal came out of James, and he didn’t have a chance to do anything but let Dave rake his fingers through his hair and keep him there, because as soon as Dave made that announcement, he was growling and moaning and James blinked as quick bursts of cum splattered over his chin, his cheeks, his lips; Jason cursed softly and petted his arms, running his hands up and down James’ tense muscles.
Dave stared down at him; James licked the glob of cum away from his lips, swallowed, and Dave nudged the head of his cock against James’ lips. James licked the tip and Dave lifted his messy hand to his own mouth and licked James’ cum off his fingers.
“God damn it,” he said with a laugh. “You do taste good.” He ran his tongue over the last drip on his knuckles. “Like candy.”
James didn’t believe that, but was too exhausted to laugh in defiance. Jason disappeared from beneath him and he flopped back with a sigh; Dave murmured something sweet and disappeared from him too, then a warm, damp cloth was wiping the mess off his face.
“Are you okay?” Jason asked as he gently cleaned James up.
James nodded while the cloth wiped at his cheeks. “Yeah. Fuck.” The cloth disappeared and his face was damp but clean, and he sat up; Jason circled his arms around him first and stroked his back.
“That was so fucking hot. I thought my brain was going to break,” Jason said with a chuckle; he leaned back and took James’ face in his hands. “You really spoiled us, baby.”
James hadn’t realized Dave had trailed off into the master bath until he was stepping out of it, wringing a different washcloth through his hands. “Yeah, seriously,” he said, smiling at James. “You never had a threesome before?”
James had never said yes or no to that before, because it’d never come up with Jason and, besides, the answer was no. He shook his head as Jason looked at him for an answer, then Jason sighed contentedly and laid back on the pillows, pulling James against his side.
“I’m not normally one for sharing,” he said to Dave. “But this was really fun.”
“Well–” Dave pulled his briefs on and settled down on the empty side of the bed and trailed his fingers down James’ arm. “If you ever get lonely all by yourself in this big house, I’d be happy to keep you company sometimes.”
James rolled onto his back, perfectly sandwiching himself between those two. He sighed and thought about it for a moment, no doubt with more innocence than Dave; maybe once in a while, having Dave around would be kind of fun. Dave could tell him more stories about the good old days from long, long before James knew either of them; they could drink cheap beer and play cards; Dave seemed like the sort to have some interesting book recommendations too. And, of course, sometimes maybe there would be more than story time and games.
“Only if it’s okay with Jase,” James said, turning to try and get on his man, who gave him a smile so full of warmth and fondness–reverence, truly, if James were being real with himself–that his heart swelled with the same fuzzy love.
“James–” Jason’s hand found James’ cheek and stroked his skin, then kissed him. “Only if it’s okay with you.”
James turned to Dave. “Yeah, that could be kinda nice. Especially when Jase is away.” He said it neutrally, but he heard a huff of disappointment from Jason; no, Jason really didn’t like being away for very long, but it wasn’t often he could manage to bring James with him on those work trips. James took his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I guess it can get too quiet here sometimes.”
Dave brushed strands of hair away from James’ shoulder, the light touches of his fingers over his shoulder and neck making him shiver. “Well, Jase,” he said, lifting himself up to peer over at his friend. “I’ll take good care of him when you’re gone.”
Jason scoffed, but there was a smirk there. He nuzzled against James’ shoulder blade and said, “I’m sure you will, Dave.”