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It's natural to play. To stimulate the mind and body, to strive to release endorphins. To exercise mentally, physically, to move, to explore. To be in groups, to try something new, or something that results in praise.
“Good boy.”
Playing is human nature. Soccer. Gambling. Sex.
“Look at me.”
And Alexis does. Even when Erik leans in and kisses him.
His platinum blonde hair is moist from the shower. His arm and shoulder muscles flex. His brows furrow. He's good at kissing, Erik. Alexis likes that. He likes Erik. He likes all of them.
In the back of the room he hears Theo groan. As a reaction, Benedikt chuckles. From here, on his back, with Erik on top of him, he can't see them. But Erik told him to look at him anyway. And Alexis is nothing if not obedient. A good boy.
When Erik breaks the kiss, he seems a little breathless. With narrow eyes he looks back at Alexis, mostly his wet mouth. “Digga, fuck, I wish I could do more than kiss and grope.”
But he's not allowed. These are the rules that they set up. And they all swore to play fair through the end.
It started at the award ceremony. Theo leaned in to whisper in Alexis' ear—to this day Alexis doesn't know what it was he wanted to say. Because Theo placed a hand on Alexis' thigh when he leaned over and it landed right on the garter belt that was obvious to feel under Alexis' soft, gray trousers. The freckles glowed under Theo’s furious blush, but Alexis didn't feel embarrassed. He never does, whatever it is, when it's for Michael. He explained it to Theo later. That he likes to dress up for Michael. Like Cinderella. It's somewhat of a game. Will Michael notice the playful lingerie under Alexis' plain suit? Or will the scratchy lace bite his soft skin undetected? Will Michael, were he to find out, like the burgundy floral pattern?
Theo sure did. “You'd look cute in green,” he murmured, looking Alexis up and down right there in the confined space of the toilet cabinet with what Alexis now knows were hungry green-blue eyes.
Benedikt told him at some point. “He's attracted to you,” he stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “But who isn't?”
Yes, who isn't? Turns out half of Bastard München wants to get into Alexis' pants. Benedikt is no exception. Neither is, apparently, Erik.
And Alexis really looks cute in green. Which was proven when Theo, with flushed cheeks and ears, gifted him something green for Christmas. It was modest, in a way, tasteful. Pale green lace over a pale terracotta lining. The corset has some cute frilly accents without looking childish. When Alexis attached the garter belts to his sheer stockings, Theo swallowed audibly.
And that wasn't the end of it. Because Benedikt picked a decadent black set with metal rings and leather straps that you'd expect from a fan of Gothic style and medieval metal music. Alexis felt badass in it.
In contrast, Erik's choice was bad trash, 90s porn video aesthetic in yellow and blue, the colors of his home club. Cringe and cheap looking, even though the material suggested it wasn't cheap at all. Alexis would've never picked something like that himself. But surprisingly, he doesn't look half bad in it.
“You're so fucking hot, Junge,” Erik said. “No stupid flat-assed chick would pull that shit off like you do.” And sure, maybe Erik isn't a poet; but his compliments are genuine. His interest in Alexis is, too.
That's why he didn't back out when they decided on the rules of the game.
They're simple, really: They're drawing lots before a home match. If they win the match, the person whose name was drawn gets to see their lingerie gift in action. If the match’s result is a draw or if they lose, the person is skipped and they draw again before the next match. The level of intimacy is predetermined, starting from touching and kissing, then oral, then fingering. The next person after that gets to top Alexis. The person after that gets to bottom for him. Threesome is next. Afterwards? To be determined. They play until all four have had an opportunity to get intimate with Alexis.
That's right—all four of them.
Because: “I want Micha to participate.” Nobody was surprised. After all, this whole lingerie craze started because Alexis wants to be pretty for Michael.
And he agreed. “Whatever,” he said, but his nonchalant tone fooled no one. After all, Michael Kaiser never refuses a challenge he cannot lose anything in.
And that's why, when Erik, who was to his disdain drawn for the first round (kissing and touching) buries his face in Alexis' neck to leave a hickey on it with his way too talented mouth, Alexis looks over to where Michael sits on the sofa across the room.
He's cool, unimpressed. He observes with professional ease that contrasts greatly with Theo’s heavy breath from the seat in the corner. It's nice to be the reason for both Theo’s obvious excitement, and also to have Michael's dark eyes on him. Focused. Razor sharp.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” Erik moans against Alexis' throat.
“No breaking the rules,” Benedikt reminds him from where he sits in the chair by the door.
“‘course not,” Erik answers, but rubs his clothed erection between Alexis' legs. “I'll be drawn again later when it's about the blowjob and that stuff, you'll see, I'm lucky with these things.”
And that is possible, they decided, because it would be unfair to the person who's drawn before the first match.
Not that Alexis would mind if Erik broke the rules. Well, that specific rule at least. He wants someone to fuck him; or someone he can fuck for that matter. He's been on edge since they all agreed to the game. Even more so for the duration of the match and the shower afterwards. Sure, the lingerie Erik bought for him is not his taste. But to put it on, to feel the tight fabric against his overheated skin, to come to the room they rented and show himself to four pairs of eyes… it's been driving him crazy with arousal.
If Erik were to pull the weirdly stretchy yellow material aside and thrust his spit slick fingers into him, Alexis would not complain. The thought alone makes his dick twitch and he rubs his crotch against Erik’s toned lower body.
“Gott, Alexis, fuck,” Erik moans in response and Alexis almost doesn't hear Theo whimper over his own gasp when Erik digs his fingers into his thighs and almost folds him in half so he can grind his boxershorts clad erection against Alexis' ass.
“Erik,” he whispers, his voice giving in. They've been at it for fifteen minutes and he's so desperate for an orgasm.
“Can I jerk him off?” Erik asks over his shoulder.
“Yes,” Benedikt says, but it's drowned out by Theo's louder “Yes!!”
With practiced ease Erik pulls his boxers down before releasing Alexis' legs and freeing his cock, too. He exhales before aligning both of them and closing his fist around their tips.
Alexis whines. It feels so good already. More so, naturally, when Erik starts pumping his fist. He's efficient, Alexis thinks with half a mind. He's been doing that a lot, even though he claims he has “some dumb chicks” take care of him rather than masturbating. But Alexis won't point it out. Not when Erik's big, warm hand presses their cocks together so tight and amazing.
“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” Erik rambles. “Wanna sink my dick into your tight little cunt and fuck you like a good boy deserves. So soft and warm and pretty. You sure like when someone takes good care of you, princess.” He groans, squeezing tighter. He's not wasting time, and Alexis is thankful for it.
He reaches up, sliding his hands across Erik's chest and shoulders, up his neck and into his moist hair that feels so soft without the styling products he uses on a daily basis.
“Erik,” he whines, and that's when Erik pumps just that little harder, gasps and grits his teeth and then he comes.
It splatters all across Alexis' stomach and chest.
In the corner of the room, Theo moans helplessly. And it's the reminder that they are all there, watching carefully, that tips Alexis over as well.
He gasps, his fingers twitching in Erik's hair, then shoots his load across himself as well. It mixes with Erik's, makes a warm, white, tacky mess on his slightly tanned skin and yellow and blue lingerie.
“A sight for sore eyes,” Benedikt says after a moment. His voice is a little strained. When Alexis looks over he can see that he adjusts his trousers.
In the seat in the corner, Theo has pulled his shoulders up, breathing heavily, eyes closed.
Michael looks right back at him with clear, blue eyes. There's not even the slightest indicator of what he just saw. He's his usual, perfectly calm self. But that's okay.
That's okay, because at one point Alexis will get him. Will get to touch him like he touched Erik. Will get to be kissed, stimulated, played with. And he won't let Michael remain serene and unimpressed. Oral, fingering, anal top or bottom, threesome. Their little game will only get more intense from here. And Alexis can only win.
Heart beating heavily, he pulls Erik down to kiss him.