The room was hotter than before, sweat already running down my chest.The prickle, too, of Flynn’s eyes on me, as though his stare was a physical thing, a tangible one.The thoughts mysterious behind that intensity.
I could overthink it, I knew, or I could lean into it; it only seemed right to pick the latter.Reveling in the sound of my slick skin hitting William’s, his gasps barely muffled by the sheets.Knowing, instinctively, that he’d never tap out, that doing so would mean wounded pride.
I wanted to know if Flynn was imagining it was him, on all fours.If, behind that mask and the mute lips pressed against it, his fantasy was to be on the bed instead.Or the roles upended and shuffled, perhaps; if, in his imagination, I was the one clawing at the comforter and gibbering mindlessly for harder, deeper, more.
He could have either, that was the sick truth of it.I was fucking his boyfriend, but Flynn could stand, yank me away from William, and do as he pleased with me.
That he didn’t - that his feelings were as impenetrable as ever - had the anger surging inside me.Frustration seeing me drape myself across William’s back, hugging him to me.Savoring his heat and his musk; the smell of his shampoo, as I buried my nose in his hair.
I’d never really fantasized about exhibitionism before, about being watched.Even now, I wasn’t sure if it was the observation that had cranked my arousal up, or the person doing the observing.This strange, unexpected sense of showing Flynn the man I’d grown up to be, what the kid he’d known was capable of, now.That - far from some scrawny child - he was now worthy of being lusted over.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” William gasped.
I wasn’t really one for talking during sex.Then again, I’d not really been watched while I was doing it before, either.
“You like that?”My voice louder than it needed to be, pitched for our audience.“You think you can handle it?”
William grunted, as I punctuated my question with hard, fast slams.
It was a bad idea, glancing back over my shoulder, but I did it anyway.
“He’s hard, watching me nail you,” I hissed at William.The memory of Flynn’s stare burned into me, as bright in my brain as the way his sweatpants were tented.Whole body tense, practically vibrating with stress or excitement.
“Oh god,” William whimpered, as I pushed myself up, off his back.Holding his shoulders down, for leverage, and the change of angle enough to shove me over the edge.
The sensation like a fist clenching inside my groin.The urge to keep hammering so strong, I almost couldn’t stop myself.Very nearly gave up on holding back; let myself crest that final point in the heat of William’s body.
I pulled away, just in time.
Stumbling a half-step back, and Flynn wide-eyed when I turned to him, attention flitting between my crotch and my grin.
“Whad’ya think, we should paint the cuck’s face?”
“But I wanted...”William started to whine.
I was already moving, though.Leaving him, ass hanging off the edge of the bed, and pulling off the condom as I crossed to where Flynn was sitting.What little of his expression I could see, practically unreadable.
“He’s been so patient, after all,” I added.
I was close, so fucking close.
He could stop me, I knew he could.We both knew he could.Reach out and shove me back, even as I straddled his legs with my spread thighs.Standing over him, my fist close to a blur.
“Seems only fair, right?”I called out, to William, and then toppled over the edge.
Across his forehead, first, and then stark white against the tight black mask.Flynn breathing hard, nostrils flaring and the cords of his neck standing out in stark relief.
“So fuckin’ messy,” I murmured, quiet enough for only us to hear.
He squirmed in the chair, suddenly.Jaw clenching, hips twisting.
I looked down, to see the bloom of wet soak through his sweatpants.
“Fuck, that’s...holy fuck...”William sounded shocked; as though I’d broken the fourth wall somehow, stepped out of the screen, or off of the stage, and into the audience.He dropped to his knees, panting hard and hand stroking desperately, and then a moment later came himself.
When I looked up again, it was to find that Flynn had been watching me all along.The regret washed over me like a freezing wave.
Hurriedly, I bent to scoop up my clothes.Seeing William’s frown, even as I bolted through the bedroom door.
