“Red,” Dylan said, very decisive.
Ryker handed him a red bottle, no questions asked.
“Either one,” August said, holding out his hand. Ryker handed him a blue bottle.
“Same,” Steve added, accepting the red bottle Ryker handed him and unscrewing the cap. He took a sip and then kept drinking when he realized how thirsty he was.
He put the cap down and looked down at Dylan as he drank half his bottle. He then did a double take. Dylan was still covered in August’s come, looking like he’d started to put on moisturizer and forgotten to rub it in.
August saw him looking at the mess all over Dylan’s face and smirked. He took another sip of his Gatorade and put the cap back on the bottle, putting it down on the mattress next to him.
“Dylan, you’re a little messy,” August said.
“What?” Dylan asked, finishing his drink and putting the cap back on the empty bottle. “Where?”
“Your face,” Ryker said, shooting him a soft grin. “You’re still kind of drenched in come.”
Dylan reached up and felt his cheek, wiping away a drop of come and looking at his hand. He stared at his wet fingers for a second and then put them in his mouth, licking them clean. He repeated the process, cleaning himself off by eating August’s load one swipe of his fingers at a time.
Steve, August and Ryker watched him, none of them saying a word.
“Maybe I want to come on his face, too,” Ryker mumbled, making Dylan freeze and look at him.
He’d been in his own little world.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Ryker ruffled his hair. “How are you feeling?”
Dylan relaxed back against Steve’s chest, placing his hands over Steve’s arms where they wrapped around his stomach. He traced his fingers over the veins running down the side of Steve’s forearm.
“Pretty great,” he said.
“Any pain?” August asked. He leaned forward, giving Dylan an assessing once over.
Dylan wriggled his ass, testing and making Steve grunt at the sudden stimulation.
“A little sore, but not too bad,” Dylan said. He smiled at August. “I’m tired, though. Going to sleep is going to feel so good tonight.”
Steve agreed. A puppy pile with his mates like they’d had the night before, where they all slept soundly next to each other wrapped up in each other’s arms, was the best thing ever.
“We’ll have a nice little rest now before round two, and then after that we’ll get ready for bed.”
“I’m going to take off these pants and my boots,” August said, swinging his legs off the bed. “It’s too hot.”
“Could you-”
Dylan cut himself off, but Steve, August and Ryker were all watching him with curious expressions.
“Could I what?” August asked.
“Could you maybe push your foot down on my cock a little?” Dylan asked, sounding like it pained him to make the request. “With the boot I mean – and not too hard! Just like, stepping on it very gently?”
August was back on the bed in a second. He stood up, towering over Steve, Dylan and Ryker, a delighted and somewhat evil grin on his face.
If it had been Steve who made the request, that grin would have made him retract it. Dylan, however, seemed to have the opposite reaction. His breathing quickened, and his cock went from half hard to erect in a second.
“Like this?” August asked, placing his boot between Dylan’s legs and stepping gently down on his cock. Steve could feel Dylan being pushed back on his knot.
