Growling at the nickname, Joshua swung his right leg over and pivoted, ending up on his hands and knees, facing the end of the bed. And Benji. His adorable Benji, who looked so perfectly debauched he might as well have been the one getting fucked. Van wasted no time getting behind him and pressing back inside. Joshua braced himself on the mattress as Van held him by the hips and fucked him hard.
Benji moved closer, his eyes locked with Joshua’s, panting while his own hand moved in his pants. Joshua wanted to reach out, pull him forward, and suck Benji into his mouth, and Christ, the idea of being spit-roasted by these two made his balls drawup tight. His release hovered just out of reach, not quite there yet.
“Baby,” Joshua whined, not even sure what he was asking for. “Please.”
With a whimper of his own, Benji dropped to his knees by the mattress and swept his tongue into Joshua’s mouth. Tangled a hand in his hair.
Fucked by one guy. Kissed by another. With a startled cry, Joshua came with nothing on his cock but air. His ass clamped down, and Van shouted, his thrusts stuttering.
Benji didn’t stop kissing him as he came down from the high of his orgasm. Van, bless him, eased out. Benji stopped touching himself and used both hands to help Joshua collapse onto his side. Everything was swirly and floaty.
Sweaty and still wound tight, Van knelt next to his hip, stripped off the rubber, and started to stroke himself.
That doesn’t seem fair.
“C’mere.” Joshua waved at him, then somehow got himself propped up on an elbow.
Van edged forward, holding his cock straight out. Joshua licked his lips, so curious to taste Van. He sucked the mushroom head into his mouth, enjoying the bitter taste of pre-cum, the steel behind smooth velvet skin. The thick vein along the underside rubbed across his tongue. Van fucked his mouth with smooth, steady strokes, seemingly in no hurry to find his release.
He’s got stamina. I like it.
Joshua had lost track of Benji, and that was okay. He closed his eyes, somehow feeling more vulnerable by sucking a dick than taking one up the ass. This was more intimate in a way he couldn’t explain, so he ignored it and let Van use him. Van’s thrusts came faster and shorter, and soon he pulled back with a grunt.
Hot semen hit Joshua’s chest and shoulder, and he didn’t open his eyes until the bed stopped shaking. Van was hunched forward, face red and sweaty, panting like he’d run a marathon. And he was grinning like the devil, with his black goatee and glimmering eyes. Blissed out, fucked out, and so handsome Joshua wanted to cry, because he didn’t want this to be their only time. He’d had his first sip of a fine, aged bourbon, and one wasn’t enough.
Joshua rolled onto his back and tugged Van down on top of him, smearing cum on both of their chests. They kissed lazily for a while, existing in the moment and each other.
Until the bed dipped.
Benji sat next to them, a sad smile on his face. “You two are so beautiful together.”
Van tensed. Maybe not enough for Benji to notice, but Joshua was skin-to-skin with the guy. And he didn’t want anyone upset or regretting this. Joshua reached out and clasped Benji’s hand. “You are, too, Ben,” he said. “I’ve never heard you so . . . direct about sex. It was hella sexy, you ordering us to do things.”
“Really? It felt right in the moment, but now I kind of feel weird.”
“Please don’t.” He tugged on Benji’s hand until he got with the program. Benji stretched out next to them, on his side. He was fully clothed, but it didn’t seem odd to have him beside Joshua and Van’s naked forms.
It felt right.
“You were in your element,” Van said. “I suppose you needed the right situation to bring out your inner toppy bastard.”
Benji blinked hard once and started laughing. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Babe?” Joshua squeezed his hand. “Did you get off?” Benji shook his head and blushed. “You want one of us to suck you off?”
“No,” Benji said. “This wasn’t about me.”
“The fuck it wasn’t.” Joshua nudged at Van until he rose up, giving Joshua room to scoot closer to Benji and end up the filling in their little sandwich of bodies squished together on the small bed. “You wanted this, too. You were part of it, even if you weren’t on the bed with us. So how do you want to get off?”
Benji pressed his face into the comforter.
“Hey,” Van said softly, one hand carding through Benji’s thick, curly hair. “Would it be easier if I wasn’t in the room?”
Benji nodded without looking up.
Joshua’s heart sank. Van kissed his shoulder before climbing to his feet. He was smiling, though, seemingly unaffected by being asked to go. “I’ll rinse off, okay? Give you guys some time.”
“All right,” Joshua said. “Towels are in the bathroom closet.”
