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Jeff rolled over in bed and tried to will his body to sleep. Fuck, it’s not working. He thought that after Sandra left he’d be able to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Mike. And the fact he turned him down. The rejection still hurt like hell. Jeff may have been drunk when he asked him but it was something he had been wanting to do for a long time. The alcohol just made it easier but Jeff wished it would numb the pain. Hell, he would have ditched the girl and fucked just him if he asked.
He wondered if Mike had any idea how he felt about him. Jeff had dropped enough hints since they played together on the Junior Canadian team. How could Mike not know how much he wanted him? Yet, Richie seemed totally clueless about his feelings. Jeff wished he had the balls to come out and tell him. He thought about doing it hundreds of times but in the end always decided against it. He was afraid it would fuck up their friendship, especially if Richie rejected him.
There were times when Jeff thought Mike might want him too. The way he looked at him sometimes just wasn’t how you looked at a friend but he suspected that was wishful thinking. He didn’t even think that Richie liked guys. Jeff had never seen Mike with another man. Well, except for that night in the parking lot with Danny. Even he noticed the sexual tension between them. But, it didn’t make any sense to him. Everyone on the team knew Danny was with Marty. Why would he go after Mike?
“Fuck it,” he said aloud. I’m not getting any sleep tonight. Jeff left the room and went back to the casino lobby. Maybe he could get drunk again with a few of the guys. He wondered if any of them were still down there. He glanced at his watch. It was only 2:00 AM. There was a good chance that someone was still partying.
“Hey, Jeff. I thought you left with that woman. Didn’t work out?” Scottie asked, as he ordered a drink from the bar.
Jeff smirked at him. It figures Scottie would still be partying. “Yeah, it worked out. We fucked and she left. How about you? I saw you with two girls…”
“Yeah, I did. It didn’t work out. Found out one of them was seventeen. I may be a slut but I’m not a pedophile. The other girl wouldn’t fuck me if her sister was left out so…”
“So you do have morals?” Jeff asked, in mock amazement.
“Fuck you, Jeff. You’re not any better.”
“But I’m not Mr. Ménage Trois.”
Scottie just glared at him. “Shut the fuck up, Jeff. That’s getting old. That interview was in fucking November.”
Jeff shrugged and started to feel sad again, thinking about Mike and how much he wanted to see him right now. “Hey, I saw you talking with Mike earlier. You have any idea where he is?”
He grinned knowingly. “Maybe. I really shouldn’t say though.”
“What?” Jeff asked.
“He said he had plans with someone.” Scottie told him.
“He what? Who?” Jeff’s mouth went dry. Did Mike have other plans when he turned him down?
“Well…he wouldn’t tell me but I…”
This was news to Jeff. Richie hadn’t been with any girls last night that he knew of. Every time Jeff had seen Mike was hanging out with guys on the team. “What Scottie?”
He grinned at Jeff. “I think I know who he is with.”
Jeff was getting pissed; Scottie was such a fucking tease. “Will you just fucking say it?”
“Okay, okay. Calm down. What’s up with you?” Scottie asked. “Well, you’re not going to believe me but…I saw him go into Danny’s and Marty’s room.”
Jeff’s mouth dropped open. What the fuck? Danny and Marty. “Stop fucking around Upshall.”
“I’m not fucking around. I told you that you wouldn’t believe me. Fuck, I was surprised too. I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it. I didn’t think that Mike was--- well you know. Hey where you going? I’m still talking.”
“I gotta go.” He said, finishing off his drink and getting up from the bar.
“Good luck,” he said, smiling at Jeff.
“Huh?”
“Everyone knows you want him. Well, except for Mike.”
Jeff grinned at Scottie. “Thanks,” he said.
It hadn’t been easy but Jeff had managed to snag a key card to Danny’s room. He practically had to seduce the assistant manager but it was worth it. He had to see for himself what was going on in that room. Jeff hurried to the elevator and tried to block the sexual imagery from his mind. Danny fucking Mike. Mike fucking Marty. Danny, Marty, and Mike, all sucking and fucking each other. Shit. I should not be this turned on.
He practically ran down the hall to the room - 269. Jeff laughed; even the room number had innuendo. He stood by the door for several moments just listening. Trying to hear something that would make him feel like the whole idea of Mike fucking Danny and Marty was stupid. A joke. No way in hell of ever happening. Instead, he heard a moan. And it was Richie. Before he could stop himself, the key card was unlocking the door.
Jeff took off his shoes and stepped softly into the hotel suite trying not to think what would happen if he was caught. How would he explain being there? Umm, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Another moan. Was that Marty’s voice? Jeff was beginning to feel like he was in the middle of a bad gay porno. This couldn’t be real. He was going to wake up any minute now - wasn’t he? But, he kept walking towards the bedroom.
Jeff knew this was incredibly wrong on so many levels. Mike was not only his friend; he was his best friend. They had known each other since playing together on the Canadian Junior Ice Hockey team and been through so much together, good times and bad. If Mike wanted to fuck Danny and Marty, that was his business and he sure as hell shouldn’t be here watching them. He was crossing the line. Jeff shouldn’t even care who Mike fucked and he felt like shit for violating Mike’s trust. Fuck, he dug his nails into his fists.
And yet, Jeff was still angry as hell. He wanted him so badly, Mike had to know it. How could he not? Scottie knew it. Hell, half the team probably knew it. Jeff had flirted with Mike shamelessly from the time they were drafted by the Flyers. How many hints had he dropped over the years? Too many to count. So, last night he finally worked up the nerve to ask him to be part of a ménage-trois and he had turned him down. To fuck Danny and Marty. Jeff wanted to kick his ass almost as much as he wanted to fuck him.
Before tonight Jeff thought Mike ignored his obvious interest in him because he preferred women and that had been okay. You can’t change who or what turns you on can you? But now, he finds out that Mike is actually bisexual and chose someone else…no, chose two other guys besides him. Jeff felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart. I should just turn and walk away; forget about fucking him. But, he couldn’t. Jeff felt like he was being drawn to a disaster and he couldn’t look away. It was like watching a horrifying train wreck and being fascinated at the same time.
The bedroom door was open and the moans were getting louder. Fuck, the scent of sex was overpowering now and he had a hard-on. He stood against a wall in the hallway and worked up the courage to look in the bedroom. He wondered how could he be turned on while his heart was breaking.
Mike was on top of Marty, pounding into him. Jeff had never seen Mike look as sexy as he did right now. He imagined being where Marty was and regretted it instantly. The image turned him on too much. Danny was between them, his head moving up and down as he sucked on Marty’s cock. Richie’s hand was wrapped around Danny’s dick and he was stroking him while he fucked Marty. Jeff’s breath hitched in his throat, he could barely breathe. Jeff had never seen anything that turned him on as much as the three men.
Jeff couldn’t take it any longer and unzipped his pants. The sight of Richie, Danny, and Marty on the bed was too much. He was going to explode if he didn’t come. He felt guilty as hell for doing it. What the hell would Richie think if he knew? Fuck it. Jeff started to stroke himself, keeping his eyes on Richie. He was plunging into Marty and moaning. Shit, how can I feel so much pleasure and pain? Mike’s eyes were closed as he fucked Marty but Jeff continued to stare at them. He wanted to come watching Richie fuck.
Mike finally opened his eyes and stared straight at Jeff. He was still fucking Marty. Jeff wanted to bolt out of the room. Mike knew he was here. Knew that he was watching. This isn’t happening. Richie can’t know… But, he couldn’t look away and met Mike’s eyes. He watched as Mike’s mouth curved into a smile as he continued to fuck Marty and stare at him. Jeff had never been more turned on than he was at right now.
He finally climaxed, saying Mike’s name as he came. The orgasm stunned his body and made him weak in the knees. Jeff leaned against the wall for support and watched Richie come. He wanted to touch him so bad. Mike rolled on his back and whispered something to Danny and Jeff panicked. He shouldn’t, no couldn’t, be here. What was Richie going to say to him? Hell, what could he possibly say to him?
He shoved his dick inside in pants and ran like hell. Jeff didn’t even pick up his shoes by the front door. He had to get out of the room before someone said his name. If no one said his name he wasn’t really there, right? He could deny everything. Tell them they imagined him being there. That would work, wouldn’t it? Jeff only hoped that Richie was drunk, really drunk, and wouldn’t remember seeing him. Denial would probably never work. He had never been able to lie to Richie. He had a way of making him tell the truth.