The Fire Down Below (Part 42/?)
Title: The Fire Down Below (Part 42/?)
Authors: wrestlemanix and eric_idle_rules
Pairings: Ted DiBiase Jr./Cody Runnels, John Cena/Randy Orton, Justin Gabriel/Wade Barrett, Evan Bourne/Chris Jericho, Joe Hennig/Windham Rotunda, Joe Hennig/Heath Slater
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes place at an English all boys boarding school during the Victorian Era in which prefects roam the halls and rugby and cricket are the sports of choice.
Word Count: 7472
A/N: While I don't know much about the Victorian Era, I do know that while everyone kept up appearances to the world, behind closed doors, it was a whole other story... Please review!
Disclaimer: Neither of us own the WWE.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41
“What do you mean?” Evan asked. “Eating him? What?”
“Umm, Ev,” Chris began, “that’s a term usually meant to, uh…” he trailed off, scratching his head.
“I walked in on John once sticking his tongue up Randy’s arse,” Phil said bluntly, despite the fact that he wanted to completely forget that memory. That was the closest he’d ever come to actually seeing them have sex… and in all honesty, he would probably rather have seen them having sex.
“You… you… your… what?!” Evan stuttered sounding and looking shocked and horrified all at once.
“I take it you’ve never done that, then?” John asked, actually looking somewhat sheepish at Evan’s reaction.
“No! I didn’t even know you… why would you want to?”
“Well, being on the giving end isn’t the best thing in the world,” John admitted, “but being on the receiving end? There’s nothing like it.”
Evan was sat there dumbstruck, mouth hanging open somewhat.
John looked away, unable to handle Evan’s look for once. Randy immediately squeezed his middle.
John didn’t need to feel embarrassed about what he did to make Randy feel good, and Randy was going to ensure that his cousin understood just how good such an event could make you feel once you got over your reservations and embarrassment. “John’s tongue turns me to jelly,” he said.
He noted that Chris looked startled too, but he looked more interested than anything; clearly the blonde hadn’t thought of such a thing before then.
“Chris, you know how good it feels to have your partner’s fingers and cock inside of you right?” he asked.
Phil groaned out a pleading, “Don’t answer their questions, Chris!”
Chris hesitated mere moments before then nodding, Randy continuing on, “Then think of how it feels when a tongue’s on your cock, and apply that to your arse.”
“Oh… well… I guess that might feel pretty good then,” Chris mused.
“Beth loves it when I lick her pussy,” Phil chimed in.
“That’s disgusting,” Randy muttered.
“But shoving your tongue up another man’s arse isn’t?” Phil asked, utterly astounded.
“Maybe you should get her to stick her tongue up your arse so you can find out for yourself,” John suggested. “Same goes for you two,” he added, looking to Chris and Evan.
“I’m pretty happy not having anything shoved up my arse,” Phil said. “Really… yes, really quite happy with that,” he went on, nodding.
“You’re just not adventurous enough,” Randy said lightly.
“I’m adventurous where it counts,” Phil said in return with no heat.
Shrugging with a nod Randy ate another sweet and sighed softly to himself.
Evan meanwhile seemed to just be returning to the present moment, his shock now abating.
“You back with me now?” Chris mused.
“Yes… Yes,” Evan nodded, swallowing thickly before clearing his throat. He hadn’t meant to be so judgmental in his reaction, he was just… still so new to everything that was going on.
“Sadly though I shall have to leave you all soon,” Phil said as he checked his watch, “I end up falling asleep here and the rumor mills will go crazy,” he joked.
“Oh, yes, think about it,” Randy began. “The rumors would be crazy, I’m sure. How the Head Boy had some five man orgy sex party with his own cousin.”
“What?!” Evan squeaked. Obviously he hadn’t completely come back from the thoughts running through his head.
“It was a joke! Or are you still not paying attention because you’re thinking about sticking your tongue in Chris’ arse?” Randy asked. When Evan blushed a nice, deep red, he chuckled and said, “Yeah, I thought so.”
“No! I wasn’t!” he tried, but knew it was useless.
“Well, it was fun, boys, but I really should be headed out,” Phil told them.
“Ah, yes, go have sweet wet dreams of your fiancée,” Randy said.
“I’m sure I will,” Phil replied as he headed out and towards his own room, waving as he shut the door behind him.
~~~
Joe was kissing Windham back, lying back on his bed as Windham lay atop him, straddling his hips. “Did you want to do this now?” Joe asked.
“Did you?” Windham asked him right back. “There’s no rush. We’ve got time, we don’t have to… right now.”
“But what if I do want to?”
“You do? You want to? Right here? Right now?”
“What’s the use in putting off the inevitable?” Joe asked. He was nervous, but he would forever be nervous about the act until he actually went through with it. That was how he was with his first time, too. He was practically pissing himself with nervousness, but then once they actually did it, it wasn’t so completely nerve wracking anymore. “Unless you don’t want-”
Windham cut him off with another kiss, hoping that made his answer clear.
It helped to know that Windham was nervous too; the way his hands shook just a little alerting Joe to the other’s nerves and adrenaline.
Their mouths remained permanently fused together as they undressed each other, shirts, pants and undergarments soon ending up on the floor.
“Are you sure?” Windham asked again, lips brushing against Joe’s as he did.
Once again he nodded, eyes on the other’s face.
Eye-contact should have been embarrassing, Joe thought to himself as he watched Windham reaching for the container of lubricant that Justin had gifted them with before, but in reality it made him feel more at ease. He didn’t need to worry that Windham was thinking about someone else. Not that he truly believed that his friend would embarrass him like that.
He gasped as the first finger entered him.
When Joe gasped, Windham asked, “Are you ok?” hoping that he didn’t hurt him, or anything.
“Yeah. I’m ok. I just… It feels strange… having something going in me…” Joe told him.
“But it doesn’t hurt?”
“No. It’ll just take some getting used to, I think,” he said. “God, I can’t believe we’re talking so casually while you’ve got your finger up my arse,” he then added with a chuckle.
Windham grinned and said, “That’s better than not talking, right? I mean, you’re more relaxed…”
“I suppose… oh, hey there,” he went on as Windham began moving his hand, even twisting the finger around inside him.
“Just let me know if anything’s really uncomfortable and you want to stop,” he said. Like he said earlier, there was no rush.
“It’s not--- uncomfortable,” it was just still too odd for him to fully wrap his head around.
Windham nodded, understanding that it probably was infinitely weird, and that they just had to give it time. Joe wasn’t being hurt by it so there was no need to stop as yet.
After he figured enough time had passed, a nervous Windham eased a second finger into Joe.
This time he groaned low in his throat, immediately causing the boy over him to freeze in place, “Joe…?” he questioned.
“Doesn’t hurt,” he managed.
“Just don’t… don’t move it yet?” he requested and Windham nodded. Joe meanwhile was taking deep breaths to keep calm.
If two of Windham’s fingers felt this surreal he couldn’t even imagine how his cock would feel inside of him.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Windham asked. He’d never seen Joe like… this.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m sure. I… I just… I don’t know how to describe this… or the fact that we’re actually doing this…” he muttered, shaking his head.
“But… it is all right? And you’re sure you wanna do this?” he asked, whispering.
“Yes, I want to,” Joe answered. “I do. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I really wanted to do this with you. But I’m just… not used to all this… I mean, the one that’s actually… your dick’s gonna be inside of me.”
“I know,” he replied. It was a rather surreal thought for himself, as well. He and Joe were friends their whole lives and they were actually about to have sex. And he was actually looking forward to it, as scared and as nervous as he may be.
“Try… try moving a little now,” Joe encouraged, needing his body to acclimate to all these new, strange and oddly pleasing sensations.
Nodding, Windham began to thrust, and gently scissor, the fingers inside Joe.
There was the occasional twinge and wince from Joe, but as soon as Windham seemed about to stop because of his reactions Joe would meet his eyes and silently implore him not to stop. It seemed silly to stop since they had gotten this far with it.
Besides, hadn’t the others said it had to hurt before it got better? That was the thought he was clinging to when a third finger was pushed into him.
“Fuck me…” he groaned, his legs reflexively drawing up closer to his body in response.
Unable to help himself Windham gave a crooked smile, hand moving still though he did ease up a little, “I’m getting to that part, be patient.”
“Bastard,” Joe chuckled slightly at the words, giving a strained laugh before then groaning. “It… Unh…” he shuddered, fingers twisting into the sheets. He was still partially erect, but had deflated a little thanks to the small twinges of pain.
“Touch yourself,” Windham said, noticing, too, how Joe wasn’t completely hard anymore.
“W-what?” Joe asked, thinking he misheard.
“I want you to touch yourself, Joe,” he repeated as he withdrew his fingers.
“Oh, uh… ok,” he said, somewhat stunned that Windham wanted to watch him pleasuring himself. He released his grip on the sheets with one hand and wrapped it around his cock. He began stroking himself, tentatively at first, feeling oddly self-conscious knowing that Windham was watching, even though the other teen had previously been fucking him with his fingers.
Once Joe got into a bit more of a rhythm, Windham took that moment to reposition himself and began pushing his cock into Joe’s body.
As soon as he took stock of what was happening Joe found himself freezing up on reflex.
Immediately the tightness seemed to get worse.
“Shit-“ Windham groaned, biting his bottom-lip, “Joe, relax, fuck, relax, please!”
“E-Easier said than done!” Joe’s voice came out a bit higher-pitched than usual, feeling his muscles stretching around the thick length.
“Stroke yourself again,” he panted slightly, his body tensed to keep moving without going too fast, both to prevent himself hurting Joe and also because he felt as though the tightness could very well snap his cock in half. Joe definitely felt tighter than the girl he had slept with, and he felt much hotter… that was definitely something that he hadn’t been expecting.
“Why don’t you do it?” Joe asked.
“Incase you hadn’t noticed, I’m otherwise occupied,” Windham replied. “Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”
“Good to know,” Joe muttered. He was trying to relax, he really was. Doing as Windham had asked, he brought his hand to his cock and began stroking again as his friend pushed himself deeper.
“That’s it, Joe,” he encouraged. “That’s it. Just relax.”
“I hope you take your own goddamn advice when the tables are turned,” Joe replied.
God, Joe wouldn’t be Joe if he didn’t have some smart comeback, no matter what the situation. There was only one good way to shut him up, too. So, Windham leaned his body forward and brought his lips crashing down to Joe’s.
And, well, it worked, just as he’d expected.
It wasn’t that Joe couldn’t keep his focus per se, but if there were numerous different things going on he was more likely to focus upon one and forget the others, which was perfect for the current situation.
As they kissed Joe gradually relaxed again, allowing Windham to press into him right to the very hilt.
Unable to help himself Joe whined into Windham’s mouth; the pressure and fullness were two more things that he knew he wasn’t even slightly prepared for even though he’d tried to imagine it… when he wasn’t too crippled with his own embarrassment of course.
Stilling, Windham panted against Joe’s mouth, “Sweet fuck.”
The smart retort was on the tip of Joe’s tongue but he couldn’t quite manage to get it out.
“How are you doing, Joe?” Windham asked. He was still tight, but he wasn’t painfully so, and his muscles weren’t clenching even tighter, so he hoped that he was a bit more relaxed and wasn’t in as much pain as he had been.
“Ok,” was all he could say. It was funny, he was always talkative during sex, from his very first time and all the other times from then until that very moment. But with Windham, he found himself getting choked up when he tried to speak. It was still rather overwhelming know that his best friend was actually fucking him. And it hurt, but it felt good all at the same time. And his best friend was kissing him while he was fucking him. And… and maybe they had no reason to put it off and hold back like they did.
“Just ok?”
Joe shook his head side to side, but even in his sex-hazed mind realized that Windham could interpret that the wrong way. So he raised his head up off the pillow and wrapped his arms around Windham’s neck and kissed him. He hoped that kiss said that he was more than ok.
Moaning lowly into the kiss Windham soon eased his hips back and then gently thrust in again. He remembered from past experience that he was supposed to go slow initially and didn’t see why it wouldn’t hold true there too.
At first Joe gave the occasional twinge, but that was more so because of the last lingering flinches of pain he felt. Before too long though he had figured out how to move his hips along with Windham’s, and his legs wrapped tight around his stocky friend’s waist as he arched into him. The action seemed to send Windham deeper into him and both boys moaned… though when Windham managed to get Joe’s prostate he barely managed to restrain a scream. At first Windham thought he’d hurt him and froze.
“Windham!”
It didn’t take long for him to realise though that that wasn’t the case, and he obediently began to move his hips a little more firmly than before, seeking out that same spot again. So that was what Cody and Justin (and Heath, he acknowledged reluctantly) raved about when they mentioned submission.
When Windham found that spot again, Joe found that his cock began to harden once more. Not that Windham’s previous thrusts had been all that unpleasurable, but they weren’t quite enough to completely stimulate him again. But that spot had sent a shockwave through his body that seemed to send pleasure right to his cock. If this kept up, he could most definitely see himself doing this again.
“So good, Joe, so good,” Windham muttered as he picked up his pace. When Joe had first given his cry of pleasure as opposed to the prior grimaces of pain, he knew that he could go a little faster, maybe a little harder in his quest to find that gland within Joe’s body.
“Oh, god!” Joe cried out as Windham hit the spot again. Not only was his cock hard again, it was now leaking precum, which he could feel rubbing against his body as Windham rocked into him. He didn’t think that anything about sex with another man would feel quite that good.
Windham found that now as Joe was more reactive and more receptive, he was enjoying it more and more. Joe was still tighter than that girl had ever been (he didn’t know how much of a difference it would have made had she been a virgin, though), and, god, it just felt so much better. He couldn’t help but wonder if those feelings he had for the young man beneath him had anything to do with that.
Admittedly it didn’t take either of them long to cum because the sensations, despite both having experienced a form of sexual intercourse before, were too much for them. Another few thrusts into his prostate and Joe was fairly clawing at Windham’s back as he pushed back on his cock, panting and trying to warn the other that he was close--- and then he was coming harder than he ever had before.
The unusual stickiness between their bodies, the noises Joe made and the tightness fairly choking his cock into submission had Windham giving a rather animalistic growl in the back of his throat as he too succumbed to pleasure and spilled himself deep into Joe’s body.
The sensation had Joe trembling long after his own orgasm had finished, Windham’s own arms shaking with the effort of keeping his body from falling onto Joe’s. Once he was soft enough he eased out of the other boy, murmuring an affectionate apology when he winced at the action.
Falling down beside Joe on his bed, Windham took the chance to look at the face of his best friend--- he had thoroughly fucked written across his entire face. Not to say that he probably didn’t look as wrecked himself. When Joe’s eyes opened this time though Windham didn’t race to look away. Quirking a wanly sated smile Joe murmured, “That wasn’t bad at all… my arse aches like a bastard now though.”
“From what I hear, that’ll pass soon enough,” Windham said. “Is it worth it, though?” he then asked.
“It was worth every second of it,” Joe answered. He then chuckled a little before going on, “Can you believe we just had sex?”
“Yes and no,” Windham replied. “I think everyone else was right, though… we were complete idiots putting this off like we did.”
“I think we had some legitimate worries, though, don’t you?”
He nodded his agreement. “I think so… but… my biggest worry is still that things will be different between us now.”
“Well, now we can fuck instead of getting into an argument,” Joe said.
“There is that. You don’t think that things will really change between us though, do you? You’re still my best friend,” Windham told him.
“And you’re still my best friend. But now we’re having sex with each other. God, Win, you need to feel what it’s like.”
“Maybe later,” Windham said both knackered and also not in a rush to be on the receiving end, he’d admit.
“You will though,” he said in all seriousness, “I know you will.” Which also meant damn right they’d swap around at least once.
One thing though: how did Cody and Justin generally end up doing this more than once a day, possibly every few days continually?
Good job he didn’t have to walk anywhere anytime soon, right?
Shifting gingerly Joe ended up laying on his front, sighing lightly as the pressure from his backside eased off somewhat.
“You alright?” Windham asked, rubbing Joe’s back without really thinking about the action, even though it was more intimate than he’d do before.
“Yeah,” Joe smiled hazily, “That feels really nice Win,” he added on after.
“Well, I did make it hurt, I guess I could make it up to you,” he grinned a little, watching as Joe slowly relaxed out.
~~~
“Maybe I should think of going back to my room soon too,” John said, barely managing to keep a straight face as he said it, Randy immediately snapping his head to the side and looking up at him, “Don’t you dare, John.”
“I was joking,” he assured, leaning down and kissing Randy’s pouty lips.
Now that Phil wasn’t there the kiss was admittedly a bit deeper than before; they might tease him but they didn’t seek to make him deliberately uncomfortable.
Evan meanwhile was still trying to recover. He swore he was going to need a stint in an asylum thanks to all he was leaning.
It was a lot for his previously sheltered mind to cope with.
“Are you Ok?” Chris whispered, seeing that Evan still had a vaguely panicked look about him. He tried to reassure him.
“It’s Ok, Evvy, I’m never going to ask you to do that, since you obviously are uncomfortable with the idea.”
Evan shook his head side to side and muttered, “No, I… I didn’t say…”
“Would you look at that?” Randy asked, looking to his cousin. “Someone wants to try it out. Or, well, maybe wants to have someone try it on them.”
“Hmm, I think you’re right,” John agreed. “Would you do that for him, Chris? If he wanted it?”
“I don’t see why not,” Chris answered with a shrug. “If that’s something he really wants to try.”
“Well?” Randy asked, raising a brow at Evan. “Is it something you want to try?”
“I don’t know! Maybe. It doesn’t seem like… like it’d be… all that bad to just… try it…” he mumbled.
“You really don’t have to be ashamed,” John said lightly, causing the two younger men to look at him with expression that plainly asked if he was joking.
Chris might not be as reserved as Evan but he wasn’t exactly au fait with sex.
“You shouldn’t knock something until you’ve tried it at least once. I know we may seem like raging whores but there’re even things we don’t like.”
“Really?” Chris asked interestedly; there had never seemed like anything existed they didn’t like.
“Yes, really,” John said, but he didn’t go into detail… probably deliberately to tease them both.
Evan meanwhile addressed Randy, “But, really, how do you even go about…?”
“Uh,” Randy had a look between amused and confused on his face as he answered, “you take your tongue… and you stick it up his bumhole.”
“But… I mean… how do…?”
“Evan. It really is as simple as that,” Randy assured him. “I like it best when I’m on my hands and knees and he’s behind me. And, yeah, you just… have at it.”
“What ever made you think to do something like that?” Evan then asked.
Randy shrugged. “Some of the older boys told us about it. I’d say we were just as skeptical as you are right now. But, needless to say, they were spot on about it. You just need to try it for yourself, honestly.”
Evan brought both hands up and covered his face. “This has to be the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever had. With anyone. And the fact that you’re my cousin just makes it all the stranger,” he spoke into his hands the entire time.
“It’s not incest if you’re just talking about it.”
“Randy!” Evan pulled a face at his cousin, shaking his head, “You shameless hussy!”
“Why must you say it as though it’s a bad thing?” Randy smirked, and then leveled a puppy-dog look to John, “Am I a shameless hussy, John-John?” he simpered.
Fighting a smile John leant down and pressed his lips to Randy’s, “Of course you are, but only for me, so it’s all well and good,” he nodded.
Chris chuckled softly, head still cushioned on Evan’s shoulder. He had to admit the way Randy was laid on John’s stomach was probably really comfortable, but he didn’t want to crowd into Evan’s space and make him feel uncomfortable with his presumptuousness.
John could see it in his face though and smiled a little; he could hardly remember the time when he and Randy had been so reticent but he wasn’t sure they had ever been as awkward as Evan and Chris.
“Ev, did you want to be headed back to our room soon?” Chris asked after a while more of talking amongst the four of them.
“Oh, are you two planning on trying out that new thing we told you about?” Randy asked, waggling his eyebrows at them. “If you say no, then I know you’re lying,” he added.
“We have got class early tomorrow; I don’t know if we’ll be doing anything of the sort,” Chris said.
“Hasn’t stopped us before,” John said.
“Don’t you have tryouts to prepare for?” Evan asked.
“Hasn’t stopped us before,” he repeated, grinning. “Anyway, when you do try it, be it tonight or… whenever… report back to us.”
“Report back… John!” Evan exclaimed.
“Just with a simple yay or nay,” he said. “I mean, who knows, maybe you won’t enjoy it.”
“Though that’s highly unlikely,” Randy went on, his trademark smirk all but plastered on his face.
“I give up with you two,” Evan muttered, embarrassment etched onto his features, “Sometimes I really could.” And he did mean it.
But, of course, he never really meant it for too long.
“You love us really, and despite your protests we know that you’re ever so grateful for any and all advice we give you.” That had Evan’s embarrassed look turning mildly guilty then.
He really did appreciate their advice and the fact that they kept an eye out for him, even if they were… a bit much to take sometimes.
Before too long they were gathering the leftovers of their sweets and saying goodnight before heading to their own room.
As the door shut behind them John turned to Randy, “I bet you a blow-job that they end up trying it.”
“That’s a fool’s bet,” Randy said, “Besides, you know you don’t need to bet me to suck your cock to do it.”
“Oh, I know,” John winked, “You big cock-slut you.”
“Well, John-John, you do have a big cock…” Randy grinned.
“Oh, you noticed?” John asked teasingly.
“It’s pretty hard not to when you’ve had it shoved down your throat and up your arse as many times as I have,” Randy replied.
“True enough… you loved every minute of it, though,” John said.
“I never said I didn’t,” Randy returned. “I hope the same can be said about you when it comes to my cock,” he then said.
“Enjoying having it shoved down my throat and up my arse? Yes, I think the same can be said about me and your cock… but being big, well, not so much,” he added.
“You shit!” Randy exclaimed, elbowing John. He was grinning all the while though, as it all in good fun.
That move sparked a playful tussle until---
“Watch the sweets!” John said, hastily scooping the remaining goodies out from underneath Randy’s back where they would have been flattened if they didn’t watch it.
“You and your sweets,” Randy rolled his eyes with exasperated fondness.
Giving Randy another push before capturing his lips in a kiss he said, “I guess we should think about getting ourselves to bed as well.”
Sighing slightly Randy nodded, getting up once John had gotten off of him and stripping naked in record time.
“It’s odd you saying that and having nothing more than the intention to sleep in mind,” he teased him as he got in on his usual side.
“You’re telling me,” John said.
“We’ll have to fuck at least twice tomorrow to make up for it,” Randy suggested.
“I don’t know… I’ve got tryouts tomorrow,” John reminded him.
“You know how much I love those locker room fucks,” Randy said, waggling his eyebrows. “Plus then we can really start in on DiBiase. I think he’ll be the biggest obstacle.”
“So you do still want to go through with that?” John asked. “Fool around with those two?”
“What? Do you not want to anymore?”
“Of course I want to. I just don’t know how much effort we’ll have to put into it. I’ve heard tell of Runnels fooling around, but I’ve heard DiBiase is as straight laced as you can get.”
“Isn’t the challenge of getting them all part of the experience?”
“I guess so,” he nodded, “But remember what we said: he’s not interested we stop.”
Randy nodded his head, “Of course.”
They might be persuasive but if someone ever said ‘no’ seriously to either of them then they left it; what was the point in having an unwilling partner? It was just not done.
“Good… I guess so. I know he’ll be there,” and getting to him would be easier than getting to Runnels if he was in the crowd… though undoubtedly Randy would get near him somehow.
Once stripped naked they got into bed, settling together comfortably.
“Night Randy,” John said, kissing his lover, Randy returning both the sentiment and the kiss.
They settled, John really needing sleep for once.
God forbid the captain be too knackered for his tryouts; he’d never forgive himself.
~~~
The atmosphere was somewhat heavy and a whole lot of awkward once Evan and Chris were back in their own room. The door was locked and it was just the two of them. “So… about what John and Randy were talking about…” Chris said.
“What about it?”
“I meant what I said, you know. That if you don’t want to, or don’t feel comfortable with it, you don’t have to do it,” Chris told him.
“I know that’s what you said. But I meant what I said in that I do want to try it with you. One day. One day soon, though. Right now I think I’d be thinking about John and Randy doing that too much to actually, um… do it myself,” Evan confessed, scrunching his nose up a bit at the thought.
“I can see where you’re coming from,” Chris agreed. “They really don’t shy back from anything, do they?”
“No,” Evan said, “And I both hate them and love them for it,” sometimes though they could stand to use a little more tactness for once.
Replacing their sweets in their respective keeping-places Chris then began to undress for bed, unawares that Evan was just taking the moment to watch him. He couldn’t even imagine a time when he and Chris would have to part from one another.
And yet in all technicality that time should have been coming in not a few months when they graduated in the summer.
“Chris?” he started shyly, causing his lover to look up from where he was pulling his night-shirt on. “Yes Evan?” he asked, seeing that the smaller man had yet to even begin undressing. Biting his lip with a shyness he couldn’t get rid of Evan asked, “May I share your bed tonight?” in a soft whisper.
“Always,” Chris responded.
“Really?” Evan asked.
“Of course. Why would I say no to sharing a bed with you?”
Evan shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Well, there you go. Now get changed, don’t want to be going to bed in your uniform, do you?”
Evan smiled and quickly changed out of his uniform and into his sleeping clothes. Heading over to Chris’ bed, he climbed in next to his lover and curled up tight to him on the small bed. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” Chris replied before switching off the little lamp he had next to his bed.
Once in darkness the pair seemed to shift that little bit closer together.
The night was essentially uneventful for them, sleeping peacefully, curled together, bodies slotted comfortably.
The next morning Evan stirred slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning behind the other hand. Blinking slowly as he awoke some more Evan squinted in the semi-darkness towards the alarm clock, seeing the time.
It was only five in the morning.
Groaning softly Evan curled into Chris’ chest and closed his eyes, attempting to settle again.
Why had he woken up so suddenly?
Well, that didn’t really matter. He was still tired, so he snuggled into Chris’ chest even more and shut his eyes to try and fall back asleep. His mind, however, didn’t want to let him settle down. He groaned internally when all he could think about were different events during the day, how good Chris felt and how good Chris smelled. All of that was great, but, really, he wanted to get to sleep again.
He shifted, trying now to turn so that his back was to Chris’ chest. “Ev?” Chris croaked out.
“Shit, did I wake you up?” he asked.
“Yeah, but that’s ok. What time is it?” Chris asked, but soon saw the clock. “Why are you up so early?”
“Dunno. But I wanna go back to bed for a few more hours, at least,” he mumbled, this time adjusting himself properly so now Chris’ front was pressed against his back.
The wriggling really wasn’t helping the healthy young man’s natural morning response and he had no doubt that Evan would soon feel him because it wasn’t as though he could pull back and away from him without alerting him that something was up. No pun intended. So, in the end he merely lay there, contented to inhale Evan’s gentle scent from the soft hair that was tickling his nose where it rested at Evan’s nape.
Feeling the pressing against his backside Evan paused momentarily, and then chided himself.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t experience similar things, and it wasn’t as though Chris was attempting to further the movement or anything. He shouldn’t be so shocked.
“Sorry for waking you,” he whispered.
Chris pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, settling down once more himself, “Don’t worry about it Ev.”
~~~
Back in the common room, Justin was finishing up his homework when he saw the door open from the hall and Heath walked in. “Hey, Heath,” Justin greeted.
“Oh, hey. Everyone left you?” Heath asked, coming in and plopping down next to Justin on the couch.
“Yeah, well… I had some work that needed doing and I couldn’t do anything in the room as Cody and Ted are running lines,” he said, putting air quotes around the last of his words.
“Oh, I see. What about Joe and Windham?” he then asked.
“Umm… they’re in the room,” Justin answered. He figured that Heath would find out eventually.
“Are they running lines as well?” Heath quirked a brow when he turned his head to look at Justin.
“I guess you could say that.”
“Curious indeed,” Heath said, stretching a little and reclining back, seemingly unaware of the close scrutiny that he was being placed under by his companion.
“Don’t you care?” he asked curiously, not wanting to start a fight but puzzled by the lack of reaction from him.
“It’s not that I don’t care,” Heath immediately pointed out, “It’s that I was expecting it.” However the fact that it had happened so soon after their little chat was mildly surprising to him he’d admit.
“Oh, I see…” Justin nodded, brow still furrowed in puzzlement.
Heath laughed slightly, nudging Justin’s thigh with his own, “What? Were you imagining I’d go bursting in there?”
“Maybe not,” Justin mused, “But I was expecting a little… more from you about it,” he said.
Heath shrugged lightly in response.
“So, it doesn’t bother you in the slightest knowing what the two of them are doing right now?” Justin asked. Sure, he’d been one of the ones to enable them, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t interested in how Heath felt about the matter. He didn’t think he’d be so calm if he knew Wade was sleeping with someone else right now.
Heath shrugged again. “Well, I knew that Joe wanted to sleep with Windham before me… we all knew that. I will say that the fact that it happened this soon is a bit shocking, but I knew that it would happen one day.”
“And yet you still want to be with Joe in some capacity? Do you love him, or do you just like screwing around with him?”
“I don’t know if I can say that I love him… not the way that Windham does, who doesn’t even realize that he does… but I’m certainly attracted to him,” Heath replied.
“You know, part of the reason that he’s with Windham right now is because you left,” Justin told him.
“Would I have gotten sucked off of fucked by Joe if I had stayed?” Heath asked.
Justin raised a brow and shook his head, “No?”
“So I went to see someone who could take care of that for me,” he said simply, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“So, what? You went and had sex with someone else and you don’t have a problem doing that sort of thing? Yet you want to be with Joe?”
“Let’s just be honest here. Joe’s never going to want me in the way that he wants Windham. I may be the first boy he kissed or got sucked off by, but that won’t change the fact that he has feelings for Windham.”
“So… wait… you don’t want to be with Joe?” Justin asked, now more confused than anything.
“It’s not that… I think you just have everything categorised and compartmentalised, Justin,” he said, though the words were not unkind. Justin’s brow furrowed in puzzlement and he said, “So… you’re not going to make an attempt to compete with Windham, but you would be with Joe if the offer was there?” he questioned him instead.
“Yeah… I guess that would be the best way to look at it.” In complete honesty he wasn’t altogether too sure exactly what he felt about matters, but all he knew was he wasn’t about to be going toe-to-toe with Windham over it.
“Oh, well, I guess you’ll be having issues with Windham then,” Justin admitted a little reluctantly, wondering whether he should have mentioned it even before finishing.
“Why?” Heath asked, and again he looked more amused by the prospect of an answer than anything else by that point.
It wasn’t often that Justin felt wrong-footed but right then he really felt as though he was missing something.
“Because Windham said… he doesn’t want Joe involved with you at the same time.”
“Oh,” Heath cocked his head and then nodded.
“Yeah, I can see that…” he then merely shrugged and sat forward again, indicating the books before Justin, “What are you looking at?”
Momentarily Justin faltered before then responding with, “Geography,” and then sputtering, “Hey, wait a moment--- how can you not be fussed when you were fine with the idea of sharing? I mean-- he-“ he faltered when Heath held up a hand.
“Justin, we’re not all like you and Wade,” he said simply, Justin blinking rapidly as he tried to process what was said to him, “You two… you’re permanent.”
The rest of them had obligations to fulfill, and for them things were more likely to change in the end.
“You really think that?” Justin asked. He wanted them to be a permanent kind of thing, and Wade said he wanted that, too, but others thought that, as well?
“Absolutely. He’s a bachelor and you’re being raised by him. I think it’d make perfect sense if you ended up living some confirmed bachelor’s life, as well. You two… you just work together. And you can be permanent. I’d be with Joe if the option was there, but… I’m looking to get my kicks in while I’m still young,” Heath told him.
“Wouldn’t it be more enjoyable, though, if you were just with… one person?” he asked. He couldn’t imagine being with someone he didn’t love, letting someone he didn’t love touch him and fill his body like Wade did…
“It’s different for you, though. You and Wade love one another. And like I told you about Joe… I love him, but more in a brotherly way… but I’m attracted to him. Still, it’s not love. I’ve never been in love. I’d say of all my partners, I’ve enjoyed being with David the most, actually,” Heath confessed.
“Really? He’s your family’s servant, right?”
Heath nodded. “Yes, that’s him. I mean, I didn’t lose my virginity to him, but he was the first male I slept with… so it was sort of like I lost my virginity to him. I haven’t been with a girl since and I’ve fooled around with a few boys here and there, but… I still haven’t been in love with anyone.”
“Would you be with anyone so long as an offer was there? I mean, if, before Ted, Cody came to you and asked if you wanted to get him off… would you have?”
“No. Because there’s a chance Ted would have found out and killed me. I know he always took issue with Cody’s fooling around, though he hid it well, but if he found out one of his friends was messing about with Cody? I’d never take the chance. I may enjoy sex, but value my life more.”
“I think that’s the first thing you’ve said to me that’s actually made perfect sense without me having to sit and process everything,” Justin told him.
“Well, I try,” Heath said in an enigmatic fashion, giving a grin as Justin rolled his eyes fondly and then chuckled. “Well, just as a point, Heath,” he then started.
“Maybe you should tell Windham and Joe that when they aren’t… otherwise distracted?” he suggested, “That way Windham won’t think anything of you being a threat and Joe won’t be torturing himself of how you’re going to react when you found out.” After all the other had been hesitating most greatly as he thought of Heath.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Heath nodded; he wouldn’t want to cause friction between the pair after all when it seemed that they were finally getting somewhere with things. “I’ll see ‘em later on,” they shared a room after all.
“Do you really think that Ted would have killed you for being with Cody?” Justin couldn’t help but ask then, laughing at the expression on Heath’s face, “You’re taking the mick aren’t you?” he asked and Justin tried to hold a straight expression before then collapsing into laughter anew, “Of course I am,” he nodded.
“Good… because if I had to genuinely explain that to you at this stage you’re not as good a friend as I thought you were,” he attempted to chastise.
“He really doesn’t hide the fact well does he?”
“I’m not entirely too sure that Wade would take any of it well though were you to end up fooling around with someone else. If you ever did,” he reiterated when he saw the look on Justin’s face at the mere idea. “I mean, though I don’t get how you have settled so easily, completely, I admire it.”
Justin smiled slightly and then sighed, glancing at the clock, “Thanks Heath and who knows? Maybe one day you’ll have settled down comfortably too,” he said, sincerely hoping that one day that would be the case for all of his friends. He then stood up, “Well, it’s getting late and they have to be done by now.”
“I agree,” Heath clapped Justin on the shoulder and winked, “See you in the morning,” before they parted to go up their separate staircases to their dorm rooms.
Justin braced himself when he got to the door and announced, “I’m coming in!”
“No!” Ted yelled, but it was too late. They weren’t doing anything, but they hadn’t actually pulled the covers over themselves when they were finished.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, you two! Fuck under the covers next time!” he exclaimed, shielding his eyes. It was one thing to see glimpses of skin in the shower, but to see two of his friends naked in bed together was something completely different.
“Ok, you can look now,” Ted muttered, face thoroughly red. “Sorry.”
“I take it running lines went well?” Justin asked.
“It went perfectly,” Cody answered, grinning as he ran his hand over Ted’s still somewhat exposed chest.
“You two are ridiculous. Oh, and I’m pretty sure Windham and Joe fucked, too,” he then said.
~~~
Heath didn’t even bother announcing that he was coming in. It was his room, too, after all. Unlike Justin, though, he didn’t walk in on them naked. They had on their sleeping clothes and were under the covers of Joe’s bed. “I take it you two had a good evening?” Heath asked from the door.
They hadn’t noticed him come in, so wrapped up in each other. They both looked somewhat guilty at being together in such a capacity with Heath right there, but… not really. “It was nice,” Joe replied.
“I know what happened,” Heath told them.
“You do?! But… how?” Joe asked.
“Justin told me.”
Joe did feel a bit guiltier about that. He should have told Heath about it beforehand so he didn’t have to find out from someone else. “I’m sorry. I would have… explained it… but it just… it was pretty spur of the moment…”
He held up a hand to stop Joe from going on. “Hey, don’t apologize. I’m happy that you two finally did something about your pent up sexual frustrations.”
Authors: wrestlemanix and eric_idle_rules
Pairings: Ted DiBiase Jr./Cody Runnels, John Cena/Randy Orton, Justin Gabriel/Wade Barrett, Evan Bourne/Chris Jericho, Joe Hennig/Windham Rotunda, Joe Hennig/Heath Slater
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Takes place at an English all boys boarding school during the Victorian Era in which prefects roam the halls and rugby and cricket are the sports of choice.
Word Count: 7472
A/N: While I don't know much about the Victorian Era, I do know that while everyone kept up appearances to the world, behind closed doors, it was a whole other story... Please review!
Disclaimer: Neither of us own the WWE.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41
“What do you mean?” Evan asked. “Eating him? What?”
“Umm, Ev,” Chris began, “that’s a term usually meant to, uh…” he trailed off, scratching his head.
“I walked in on John once sticking his tongue up Randy’s arse,” Phil said bluntly, despite the fact that he wanted to completely forget that memory. That was the closest he’d ever come to actually seeing them have sex… and in all honesty, he would probably rather have seen them having sex.
“You… you… your… what?!” Evan stuttered sounding and looking shocked and horrified all at once.
“I take it you’ve never done that, then?” John asked, actually looking somewhat sheepish at Evan’s reaction.
“No! I didn’t even know you… why would you want to?”
“Well, being on the giving end isn’t the best thing in the world,” John admitted, “but being on the receiving end? There’s nothing like it.”
Evan was sat there dumbstruck, mouth hanging open somewhat.
John looked away, unable to handle Evan’s look for once. Randy immediately squeezed his middle.
John didn’t need to feel embarrassed about what he did to make Randy feel good, and Randy was going to ensure that his cousin understood just how good such an event could make you feel once you got over your reservations and embarrassment. “John’s tongue turns me to jelly,” he said.
He noted that Chris looked startled too, but he looked more interested than anything; clearly the blonde hadn’t thought of such a thing before then.
“Chris, you know how good it feels to have your partner’s fingers and cock inside of you right?” he asked.
Phil groaned out a pleading, “Don’t answer their questions, Chris!”
Chris hesitated mere moments before then nodding, Randy continuing on, “Then think of how it feels when a tongue’s on your cock, and apply that to your arse.”
“Oh… well… I guess that might feel pretty good then,” Chris mused.
“Beth loves it when I lick her pussy,” Phil chimed in.
“That’s disgusting,” Randy muttered.
“But shoving your tongue up another man’s arse isn’t?” Phil asked, utterly astounded.
“Maybe you should get her to stick her tongue up your arse so you can find out for yourself,” John suggested. “Same goes for you two,” he added, looking to Chris and Evan.
“I’m pretty happy not having anything shoved up my arse,” Phil said. “Really… yes, really quite happy with that,” he went on, nodding.
“You’re just not adventurous enough,” Randy said lightly.
“I’m adventurous where it counts,” Phil said in return with no heat.
Shrugging with a nod Randy ate another sweet and sighed softly to himself.
Evan meanwhile seemed to just be returning to the present moment, his shock now abating.
“You back with me now?” Chris mused.
“Yes… Yes,” Evan nodded, swallowing thickly before clearing his throat. He hadn’t meant to be so judgmental in his reaction, he was just… still so new to everything that was going on.
“Sadly though I shall have to leave you all soon,” Phil said as he checked his watch, “I end up falling asleep here and the rumor mills will go crazy,” he joked.
“Oh, yes, think about it,” Randy began. “The rumors would be crazy, I’m sure. How the Head Boy had some five man orgy sex party with his own cousin.”
“What?!” Evan squeaked. Obviously he hadn’t completely come back from the thoughts running through his head.
“It was a joke! Or are you still not paying attention because you’re thinking about sticking your tongue in Chris’ arse?” Randy asked. When Evan blushed a nice, deep red, he chuckled and said, “Yeah, I thought so.”
“No! I wasn’t!” he tried, but knew it was useless.
“Well, it was fun, boys, but I really should be headed out,” Phil told them.
“Ah, yes, go have sweet wet dreams of your fiancée,” Randy said.
“I’m sure I will,” Phil replied as he headed out and towards his own room, waving as he shut the door behind him.
~~~
Joe was kissing Windham back, lying back on his bed as Windham lay atop him, straddling his hips. “Did you want to do this now?” Joe asked.
“Did you?” Windham asked him right back. “There’s no rush. We’ve got time, we don’t have to… right now.”
“But what if I do want to?”
“You do? You want to? Right here? Right now?”
“What’s the use in putting off the inevitable?” Joe asked. He was nervous, but he would forever be nervous about the act until he actually went through with it. That was how he was with his first time, too. He was practically pissing himself with nervousness, but then once they actually did it, it wasn’t so completely nerve wracking anymore. “Unless you don’t want-”
Windham cut him off with another kiss, hoping that made his answer clear.
It helped to know that Windham was nervous too; the way his hands shook just a little alerting Joe to the other’s nerves and adrenaline.
Their mouths remained permanently fused together as they undressed each other, shirts, pants and undergarments soon ending up on the floor.
“Are you sure?” Windham asked again, lips brushing against Joe’s as he did.
Once again he nodded, eyes on the other’s face.
Eye-contact should have been embarrassing, Joe thought to himself as he watched Windham reaching for the container of lubricant that Justin had gifted them with before, but in reality it made him feel more at ease. He didn’t need to worry that Windham was thinking about someone else. Not that he truly believed that his friend would embarrass him like that.
He gasped as the first finger entered him.
When Joe gasped, Windham asked, “Are you ok?” hoping that he didn’t hurt him, or anything.
“Yeah. I’m ok. I just… It feels strange… having something going in me…” Joe told him.
“But it doesn’t hurt?”
“No. It’ll just take some getting used to, I think,” he said. “God, I can’t believe we’re talking so casually while you’ve got your finger up my arse,” he then added with a chuckle.
Windham grinned and said, “That’s better than not talking, right? I mean, you’re more relaxed…”
“I suppose… oh, hey there,” he went on as Windham began moving his hand, even twisting the finger around inside him.
“Just let me know if anything’s really uncomfortable and you want to stop,” he said. Like he said earlier, there was no rush.
“It’s not--- uncomfortable,” it was just still too odd for him to fully wrap his head around.
Windham nodded, understanding that it probably was infinitely weird, and that they just had to give it time. Joe wasn’t being hurt by it so there was no need to stop as yet.
After he figured enough time had passed, a nervous Windham eased a second finger into Joe.
This time he groaned low in his throat, immediately causing the boy over him to freeze in place, “Joe…?” he questioned.
“Doesn’t hurt,” he managed.
“Just don’t… don’t move it yet?” he requested and Windham nodded. Joe meanwhile was taking deep breaths to keep calm.
If two of Windham’s fingers felt this surreal he couldn’t even imagine how his cock would feel inside of him.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Windham asked. He’d never seen Joe like… this.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m sure. I… I just… I don’t know how to describe this… or the fact that we’re actually doing this…” he muttered, shaking his head.
“But… it is all right? And you’re sure you wanna do this?” he asked, whispering.
“Yes, I want to,” Joe answered. “I do. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I really wanted to do this with you. But I’m just… not used to all this… I mean, the one that’s actually… your dick’s gonna be inside of me.”
“I know,” he replied. It was a rather surreal thought for himself, as well. He and Joe were friends their whole lives and they were actually about to have sex. And he was actually looking forward to it, as scared and as nervous as he may be.
“Try… try moving a little now,” Joe encouraged, needing his body to acclimate to all these new, strange and oddly pleasing sensations.
Nodding, Windham began to thrust, and gently scissor, the fingers inside Joe.
There was the occasional twinge and wince from Joe, but as soon as Windham seemed about to stop because of his reactions Joe would meet his eyes and silently implore him not to stop. It seemed silly to stop since they had gotten this far with it.
Besides, hadn’t the others said it had to hurt before it got better? That was the thought he was clinging to when a third finger was pushed into him.
“Fuck me…” he groaned, his legs reflexively drawing up closer to his body in response.
Unable to help himself Windham gave a crooked smile, hand moving still though he did ease up a little, “I’m getting to that part, be patient.”
“Bastard,” Joe chuckled slightly at the words, giving a strained laugh before then groaning. “It… Unh…” he shuddered, fingers twisting into the sheets. He was still partially erect, but had deflated a little thanks to the small twinges of pain.
“Touch yourself,” Windham said, noticing, too, how Joe wasn’t completely hard anymore.
“W-what?” Joe asked, thinking he misheard.
“I want you to touch yourself, Joe,” he repeated as he withdrew his fingers.
“Oh, uh… ok,” he said, somewhat stunned that Windham wanted to watch him pleasuring himself. He released his grip on the sheets with one hand and wrapped it around his cock. He began stroking himself, tentatively at first, feeling oddly self-conscious knowing that Windham was watching, even though the other teen had previously been fucking him with his fingers.
Once Joe got into a bit more of a rhythm, Windham took that moment to reposition himself and began pushing his cock into Joe’s body.
As soon as he took stock of what was happening Joe found himself freezing up on reflex.
Immediately the tightness seemed to get worse.
“Shit-“ Windham groaned, biting his bottom-lip, “Joe, relax, fuck, relax, please!”
“E-Easier said than done!” Joe’s voice came out a bit higher-pitched than usual, feeling his muscles stretching around the thick length.
“Stroke yourself again,” he panted slightly, his body tensed to keep moving without going too fast, both to prevent himself hurting Joe and also because he felt as though the tightness could very well snap his cock in half. Joe definitely felt tighter than the girl he had slept with, and he felt much hotter… that was definitely something that he hadn’t been expecting.
“Why don’t you do it?” Joe asked.
“Incase you hadn’t noticed, I’m otherwise occupied,” Windham replied. “Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”
“Good to know,” Joe muttered. He was trying to relax, he really was. Doing as Windham had asked, he brought his hand to his cock and began stroking again as his friend pushed himself deeper.
“That’s it, Joe,” he encouraged. “That’s it. Just relax.”
“I hope you take your own goddamn advice when the tables are turned,” Joe replied.
God, Joe wouldn’t be Joe if he didn’t have some smart comeback, no matter what the situation. There was only one good way to shut him up, too. So, Windham leaned his body forward and brought his lips crashing down to Joe’s.
And, well, it worked, just as he’d expected.
It wasn’t that Joe couldn’t keep his focus per se, but if there were numerous different things going on he was more likely to focus upon one and forget the others, which was perfect for the current situation.
As they kissed Joe gradually relaxed again, allowing Windham to press into him right to the very hilt.
Unable to help himself Joe whined into Windham’s mouth; the pressure and fullness were two more things that he knew he wasn’t even slightly prepared for even though he’d tried to imagine it… when he wasn’t too crippled with his own embarrassment of course.
Stilling, Windham panted against Joe’s mouth, “Sweet fuck.”
The smart retort was on the tip of Joe’s tongue but he couldn’t quite manage to get it out.
“How are you doing, Joe?” Windham asked. He was still tight, but he wasn’t painfully so, and his muscles weren’t clenching even tighter, so he hoped that he was a bit more relaxed and wasn’t in as much pain as he had been.
“Ok,” was all he could say. It was funny, he was always talkative during sex, from his very first time and all the other times from then until that very moment. But with Windham, he found himself getting choked up when he tried to speak. It was still rather overwhelming know that his best friend was actually fucking him. And it hurt, but it felt good all at the same time. And his best friend was kissing him while he was fucking him. And… and maybe they had no reason to put it off and hold back like they did.
“Just ok?”
Joe shook his head side to side, but even in his sex-hazed mind realized that Windham could interpret that the wrong way. So he raised his head up off the pillow and wrapped his arms around Windham’s neck and kissed him. He hoped that kiss said that he was more than ok.
Moaning lowly into the kiss Windham soon eased his hips back and then gently thrust in again. He remembered from past experience that he was supposed to go slow initially and didn’t see why it wouldn’t hold true there too.
At first Joe gave the occasional twinge, but that was more so because of the last lingering flinches of pain he felt. Before too long though he had figured out how to move his hips along with Windham’s, and his legs wrapped tight around his stocky friend’s waist as he arched into him. The action seemed to send Windham deeper into him and both boys moaned… though when Windham managed to get Joe’s prostate he barely managed to restrain a scream. At first Windham thought he’d hurt him and froze.
“Windham!”
It didn’t take long for him to realise though that that wasn’t the case, and he obediently began to move his hips a little more firmly than before, seeking out that same spot again. So that was what Cody and Justin (and Heath, he acknowledged reluctantly) raved about when they mentioned submission.
When Windham found that spot again, Joe found that his cock began to harden once more. Not that Windham’s previous thrusts had been all that unpleasurable, but they weren’t quite enough to completely stimulate him again. But that spot had sent a shockwave through his body that seemed to send pleasure right to his cock. If this kept up, he could most definitely see himself doing this again.
“So good, Joe, so good,” Windham muttered as he picked up his pace. When Joe had first given his cry of pleasure as opposed to the prior grimaces of pain, he knew that he could go a little faster, maybe a little harder in his quest to find that gland within Joe’s body.
“Oh, god!” Joe cried out as Windham hit the spot again. Not only was his cock hard again, it was now leaking precum, which he could feel rubbing against his body as Windham rocked into him. He didn’t think that anything about sex with another man would feel quite that good.
Windham found that now as Joe was more reactive and more receptive, he was enjoying it more and more. Joe was still tighter than that girl had ever been (he didn’t know how much of a difference it would have made had she been a virgin, though), and, god, it just felt so much better. He couldn’t help but wonder if those feelings he had for the young man beneath him had anything to do with that.
Admittedly it didn’t take either of them long to cum because the sensations, despite both having experienced a form of sexual intercourse before, were too much for them. Another few thrusts into his prostate and Joe was fairly clawing at Windham’s back as he pushed back on his cock, panting and trying to warn the other that he was close--- and then he was coming harder than he ever had before.
The unusual stickiness between their bodies, the noises Joe made and the tightness fairly choking his cock into submission had Windham giving a rather animalistic growl in the back of his throat as he too succumbed to pleasure and spilled himself deep into Joe’s body.
The sensation had Joe trembling long after his own orgasm had finished, Windham’s own arms shaking with the effort of keeping his body from falling onto Joe’s. Once he was soft enough he eased out of the other boy, murmuring an affectionate apology when he winced at the action.
Falling down beside Joe on his bed, Windham took the chance to look at the face of his best friend--- he had thoroughly fucked written across his entire face. Not to say that he probably didn’t look as wrecked himself. When Joe’s eyes opened this time though Windham didn’t race to look away. Quirking a wanly sated smile Joe murmured, “That wasn’t bad at all… my arse aches like a bastard now though.”
“From what I hear, that’ll pass soon enough,” Windham said. “Is it worth it, though?” he then asked.
“It was worth every second of it,” Joe answered. He then chuckled a little before going on, “Can you believe we just had sex?”
“Yes and no,” Windham replied. “I think everyone else was right, though… we were complete idiots putting this off like we did.”
“I think we had some legitimate worries, though, don’t you?”
He nodded his agreement. “I think so… but… my biggest worry is still that things will be different between us now.”
“Well, now we can fuck instead of getting into an argument,” Joe said.
“There is that. You don’t think that things will really change between us though, do you? You’re still my best friend,” Windham told him.
“And you’re still my best friend. But now we’re having sex with each other. God, Win, you need to feel what it’s like.”
“Maybe later,” Windham said both knackered and also not in a rush to be on the receiving end, he’d admit.
“You will though,” he said in all seriousness, “I know you will.” Which also meant damn right they’d swap around at least once.
One thing though: how did Cody and Justin generally end up doing this more than once a day, possibly every few days continually?
Good job he didn’t have to walk anywhere anytime soon, right?
Shifting gingerly Joe ended up laying on his front, sighing lightly as the pressure from his backside eased off somewhat.
“You alright?” Windham asked, rubbing Joe’s back without really thinking about the action, even though it was more intimate than he’d do before.
“Yeah,” Joe smiled hazily, “That feels really nice Win,” he added on after.
“Well, I did make it hurt, I guess I could make it up to you,” he grinned a little, watching as Joe slowly relaxed out.
~~~
“Maybe I should think of going back to my room soon too,” John said, barely managing to keep a straight face as he said it, Randy immediately snapping his head to the side and looking up at him, “Don’t you dare, John.”
“I was joking,” he assured, leaning down and kissing Randy’s pouty lips.
Now that Phil wasn’t there the kiss was admittedly a bit deeper than before; they might tease him but they didn’t seek to make him deliberately uncomfortable.
Evan meanwhile was still trying to recover. He swore he was going to need a stint in an asylum thanks to all he was leaning.
It was a lot for his previously sheltered mind to cope with.
“Are you Ok?” Chris whispered, seeing that Evan still had a vaguely panicked look about him. He tried to reassure him.
“It’s Ok, Evvy, I’m never going to ask you to do that, since you obviously are uncomfortable with the idea.”
Evan shook his head side to side and muttered, “No, I… I didn’t say…”
“Would you look at that?” Randy asked, looking to his cousin. “Someone wants to try it out. Or, well, maybe wants to have someone try it on them.”
“Hmm, I think you’re right,” John agreed. “Would you do that for him, Chris? If he wanted it?”
“I don’t see why not,” Chris answered with a shrug. “If that’s something he really wants to try.”
“Well?” Randy asked, raising a brow at Evan. “Is it something you want to try?”
“I don’t know! Maybe. It doesn’t seem like… like it’d be… all that bad to just… try it…” he mumbled.
“You really don’t have to be ashamed,” John said lightly, causing the two younger men to look at him with expression that plainly asked if he was joking.
Chris might not be as reserved as Evan but he wasn’t exactly au fait with sex.
“You shouldn’t knock something until you’ve tried it at least once. I know we may seem like raging whores but there’re even things we don’t like.”
“Really?” Chris asked interestedly; there had never seemed like anything existed they didn’t like.
“Yes, really,” John said, but he didn’t go into detail… probably deliberately to tease them both.
Evan meanwhile addressed Randy, “But, really, how do you even go about…?”
“Uh,” Randy had a look between amused and confused on his face as he answered, “you take your tongue… and you stick it up his bumhole.”
“But… I mean… how do…?”
“Evan. It really is as simple as that,” Randy assured him. “I like it best when I’m on my hands and knees and he’s behind me. And, yeah, you just… have at it.”
“What ever made you think to do something like that?” Evan then asked.
Randy shrugged. “Some of the older boys told us about it. I’d say we were just as skeptical as you are right now. But, needless to say, they were spot on about it. You just need to try it for yourself, honestly.”
Evan brought both hands up and covered his face. “This has to be the most bizarre conversation I’ve ever had. With anyone. And the fact that you’re my cousin just makes it all the stranger,” he spoke into his hands the entire time.
“It’s not incest if you’re just talking about it.”
“Randy!” Evan pulled a face at his cousin, shaking his head, “You shameless hussy!”
“Why must you say it as though it’s a bad thing?” Randy smirked, and then leveled a puppy-dog look to John, “Am I a shameless hussy, John-John?” he simpered.
Fighting a smile John leant down and pressed his lips to Randy’s, “Of course you are, but only for me, so it’s all well and good,” he nodded.
Chris chuckled softly, head still cushioned on Evan’s shoulder. He had to admit the way Randy was laid on John’s stomach was probably really comfortable, but he didn’t want to crowd into Evan’s space and make him feel uncomfortable with his presumptuousness.
John could see it in his face though and smiled a little; he could hardly remember the time when he and Randy had been so reticent but he wasn’t sure they had ever been as awkward as Evan and Chris.
“Ev, did you want to be headed back to our room soon?” Chris asked after a while more of talking amongst the four of them.
“Oh, are you two planning on trying out that new thing we told you about?” Randy asked, waggling his eyebrows at them. “If you say no, then I know you’re lying,” he added.
“We have got class early tomorrow; I don’t know if we’ll be doing anything of the sort,” Chris said.
“Hasn’t stopped us before,” John said.
“Don’t you have tryouts to prepare for?” Evan asked.
“Hasn’t stopped us before,” he repeated, grinning. “Anyway, when you do try it, be it tonight or… whenever… report back to us.”
“Report back… John!” Evan exclaimed.
“Just with a simple yay or nay,” he said. “I mean, who knows, maybe you won’t enjoy it.”
“Though that’s highly unlikely,” Randy went on, his trademark smirk all but plastered on his face.
“I give up with you two,” Evan muttered, embarrassment etched onto his features, “Sometimes I really could.” And he did mean it.
But, of course, he never really meant it for too long.
“You love us really, and despite your protests we know that you’re ever so grateful for any and all advice we give you.” That had Evan’s embarrassed look turning mildly guilty then.
He really did appreciate their advice and the fact that they kept an eye out for him, even if they were… a bit much to take sometimes.
Before too long they were gathering the leftovers of their sweets and saying goodnight before heading to their own room.
As the door shut behind them John turned to Randy, “I bet you a blow-job that they end up trying it.”
“That’s a fool’s bet,” Randy said, “Besides, you know you don’t need to bet me to suck your cock to do it.”
“Oh, I know,” John winked, “You big cock-slut you.”
“Well, John-John, you do have a big cock…” Randy grinned.
“Oh, you noticed?” John asked teasingly.
“It’s pretty hard not to when you’ve had it shoved down your throat and up your arse as many times as I have,” Randy replied.
“True enough… you loved every minute of it, though,” John said.
“I never said I didn’t,” Randy returned. “I hope the same can be said about you when it comes to my cock,” he then said.
“Enjoying having it shoved down my throat and up my arse? Yes, I think the same can be said about me and your cock… but being big, well, not so much,” he added.
“You shit!” Randy exclaimed, elbowing John. He was grinning all the while though, as it all in good fun.
That move sparked a playful tussle until---
“Watch the sweets!” John said, hastily scooping the remaining goodies out from underneath Randy’s back where they would have been flattened if they didn’t watch it.
“You and your sweets,” Randy rolled his eyes with exasperated fondness.
Giving Randy another push before capturing his lips in a kiss he said, “I guess we should think about getting ourselves to bed as well.”
Sighing slightly Randy nodded, getting up once John had gotten off of him and stripping naked in record time.
“It’s odd you saying that and having nothing more than the intention to sleep in mind,” he teased him as he got in on his usual side.
“You’re telling me,” John said.
“We’ll have to fuck at least twice tomorrow to make up for it,” Randy suggested.
“I don’t know… I’ve got tryouts tomorrow,” John reminded him.
“You know how much I love those locker room fucks,” Randy said, waggling his eyebrows. “Plus then we can really start in on DiBiase. I think he’ll be the biggest obstacle.”
“So you do still want to go through with that?” John asked. “Fool around with those two?”
“What? Do you not want to anymore?”
“Of course I want to. I just don’t know how much effort we’ll have to put into it. I’ve heard tell of Runnels fooling around, but I’ve heard DiBiase is as straight laced as you can get.”
“Isn’t the challenge of getting them all part of the experience?”
“I guess so,” he nodded, “But remember what we said: he’s not interested we stop.”
Randy nodded his head, “Of course.”
They might be persuasive but if someone ever said ‘no’ seriously to either of them then they left it; what was the point in having an unwilling partner? It was just not done.
“Good… I guess so. I know he’ll be there,” and getting to him would be easier than getting to Runnels if he was in the crowd… though undoubtedly Randy would get near him somehow.
Once stripped naked they got into bed, settling together comfortably.
“Night Randy,” John said, kissing his lover, Randy returning both the sentiment and the kiss.
They settled, John really needing sleep for once.
God forbid the captain be too knackered for his tryouts; he’d never forgive himself.
~~~
The atmosphere was somewhat heavy and a whole lot of awkward once Evan and Chris were back in their own room. The door was locked and it was just the two of them. “So… about what John and Randy were talking about…” Chris said.
“What about it?”
“I meant what I said, you know. That if you don’t want to, or don’t feel comfortable with it, you don’t have to do it,” Chris told him.
“I know that’s what you said. But I meant what I said in that I do want to try it with you. One day. One day soon, though. Right now I think I’d be thinking about John and Randy doing that too much to actually, um… do it myself,” Evan confessed, scrunching his nose up a bit at the thought.
“I can see where you’re coming from,” Chris agreed. “They really don’t shy back from anything, do they?”
“No,” Evan said, “And I both hate them and love them for it,” sometimes though they could stand to use a little more tactness for once.
Replacing their sweets in their respective keeping-places Chris then began to undress for bed, unawares that Evan was just taking the moment to watch him. He couldn’t even imagine a time when he and Chris would have to part from one another.
And yet in all technicality that time should have been coming in not a few months when they graduated in the summer.
“Chris?” he started shyly, causing his lover to look up from where he was pulling his night-shirt on. “Yes Evan?” he asked, seeing that the smaller man had yet to even begin undressing. Biting his lip with a shyness he couldn’t get rid of Evan asked, “May I share your bed tonight?” in a soft whisper.
“Always,” Chris responded.
“Really?” Evan asked.
“Of course. Why would I say no to sharing a bed with you?”
Evan shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Well, there you go. Now get changed, don’t want to be going to bed in your uniform, do you?”
Evan smiled and quickly changed out of his uniform and into his sleeping clothes. Heading over to Chris’ bed, he climbed in next to his lover and curled up tight to him on the small bed. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” Chris replied before switching off the little lamp he had next to his bed.
Once in darkness the pair seemed to shift that little bit closer together.
The night was essentially uneventful for them, sleeping peacefully, curled together, bodies slotted comfortably.
The next morning Evan stirred slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning behind the other hand. Blinking slowly as he awoke some more Evan squinted in the semi-darkness towards the alarm clock, seeing the time.
It was only five in the morning.
Groaning softly Evan curled into Chris’ chest and closed his eyes, attempting to settle again.
Why had he woken up so suddenly?
Well, that didn’t really matter. He was still tired, so he snuggled into Chris’ chest even more and shut his eyes to try and fall back asleep. His mind, however, didn’t want to let him settle down. He groaned internally when all he could think about were different events during the day, how good Chris felt and how good Chris smelled. All of that was great, but, really, he wanted to get to sleep again.
He shifted, trying now to turn so that his back was to Chris’ chest. “Ev?” Chris croaked out.
“Shit, did I wake you up?” he asked.
“Yeah, but that’s ok. What time is it?” Chris asked, but soon saw the clock. “Why are you up so early?”
“Dunno. But I wanna go back to bed for a few more hours, at least,” he mumbled, this time adjusting himself properly so now Chris’ front was pressed against his back.
The wriggling really wasn’t helping the healthy young man’s natural morning response and he had no doubt that Evan would soon feel him because it wasn’t as though he could pull back and away from him without alerting him that something was up. No pun intended. So, in the end he merely lay there, contented to inhale Evan’s gentle scent from the soft hair that was tickling his nose where it rested at Evan’s nape.
Feeling the pressing against his backside Evan paused momentarily, and then chided himself.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t experience similar things, and it wasn’t as though Chris was attempting to further the movement or anything. He shouldn’t be so shocked.
“Sorry for waking you,” he whispered.
Chris pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, settling down once more himself, “Don’t worry about it Ev.”
~~~
Back in the common room, Justin was finishing up his homework when he saw the door open from the hall and Heath walked in. “Hey, Heath,” Justin greeted.
“Oh, hey. Everyone left you?” Heath asked, coming in and plopping down next to Justin on the couch.
“Yeah, well… I had some work that needed doing and I couldn’t do anything in the room as Cody and Ted are running lines,” he said, putting air quotes around the last of his words.
“Oh, I see. What about Joe and Windham?” he then asked.
“Umm… they’re in the room,” Justin answered. He figured that Heath would find out eventually.
“Are they running lines as well?” Heath quirked a brow when he turned his head to look at Justin.
“I guess you could say that.”
“Curious indeed,” Heath said, stretching a little and reclining back, seemingly unaware of the close scrutiny that he was being placed under by his companion.
“Don’t you care?” he asked curiously, not wanting to start a fight but puzzled by the lack of reaction from him.
“It’s not that I don’t care,” Heath immediately pointed out, “It’s that I was expecting it.” However the fact that it had happened so soon after their little chat was mildly surprising to him he’d admit.
“Oh, I see…” Justin nodded, brow still furrowed in puzzlement.
Heath laughed slightly, nudging Justin’s thigh with his own, “What? Were you imagining I’d go bursting in there?”
“Maybe not,” Justin mused, “But I was expecting a little… more from you about it,” he said.
Heath shrugged lightly in response.
“So, it doesn’t bother you in the slightest knowing what the two of them are doing right now?” Justin asked. Sure, he’d been one of the ones to enable them, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t interested in how Heath felt about the matter. He didn’t think he’d be so calm if he knew Wade was sleeping with someone else right now.
Heath shrugged again. “Well, I knew that Joe wanted to sleep with Windham before me… we all knew that. I will say that the fact that it happened this soon is a bit shocking, but I knew that it would happen one day.”
“And yet you still want to be with Joe in some capacity? Do you love him, or do you just like screwing around with him?”
“I don’t know if I can say that I love him… not the way that Windham does, who doesn’t even realize that he does… but I’m certainly attracted to him,” Heath replied.
“You know, part of the reason that he’s with Windham right now is because you left,” Justin told him.
“Would I have gotten sucked off of fucked by Joe if I had stayed?” Heath asked.
Justin raised a brow and shook his head, “No?”
“So I went to see someone who could take care of that for me,” he said simply, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“So, what? You went and had sex with someone else and you don’t have a problem doing that sort of thing? Yet you want to be with Joe?”
“Let’s just be honest here. Joe’s never going to want me in the way that he wants Windham. I may be the first boy he kissed or got sucked off by, but that won’t change the fact that he has feelings for Windham.”
“So… wait… you don’t want to be with Joe?” Justin asked, now more confused than anything.
“It’s not that… I think you just have everything categorised and compartmentalised, Justin,” he said, though the words were not unkind. Justin’s brow furrowed in puzzlement and he said, “So… you’re not going to make an attempt to compete with Windham, but you would be with Joe if the offer was there?” he questioned him instead.
“Yeah… I guess that would be the best way to look at it.” In complete honesty he wasn’t altogether too sure exactly what he felt about matters, but all he knew was he wasn’t about to be going toe-to-toe with Windham over it.
“Oh, well, I guess you’ll be having issues with Windham then,” Justin admitted a little reluctantly, wondering whether he should have mentioned it even before finishing.
“Why?” Heath asked, and again he looked more amused by the prospect of an answer than anything else by that point.
It wasn’t often that Justin felt wrong-footed but right then he really felt as though he was missing something.
“Because Windham said… he doesn’t want Joe involved with you at the same time.”
“Oh,” Heath cocked his head and then nodded.
“Yeah, I can see that…” he then merely shrugged and sat forward again, indicating the books before Justin, “What are you looking at?”
Momentarily Justin faltered before then responding with, “Geography,” and then sputtering, “Hey, wait a moment--- how can you not be fussed when you were fine with the idea of sharing? I mean-- he-“ he faltered when Heath held up a hand.
“Justin, we’re not all like you and Wade,” he said simply, Justin blinking rapidly as he tried to process what was said to him, “You two… you’re permanent.”
The rest of them had obligations to fulfill, and for them things were more likely to change in the end.
“You really think that?” Justin asked. He wanted them to be a permanent kind of thing, and Wade said he wanted that, too, but others thought that, as well?
“Absolutely. He’s a bachelor and you’re being raised by him. I think it’d make perfect sense if you ended up living some confirmed bachelor’s life, as well. You two… you just work together. And you can be permanent. I’d be with Joe if the option was there, but… I’m looking to get my kicks in while I’m still young,” Heath told him.
“Wouldn’t it be more enjoyable, though, if you were just with… one person?” he asked. He couldn’t imagine being with someone he didn’t love, letting someone he didn’t love touch him and fill his body like Wade did…
“It’s different for you, though. You and Wade love one another. And like I told you about Joe… I love him, but more in a brotherly way… but I’m attracted to him. Still, it’s not love. I’ve never been in love. I’d say of all my partners, I’ve enjoyed being with David the most, actually,” Heath confessed.
“Really? He’s your family’s servant, right?”
Heath nodded. “Yes, that’s him. I mean, I didn’t lose my virginity to him, but he was the first male I slept with… so it was sort of like I lost my virginity to him. I haven’t been with a girl since and I’ve fooled around with a few boys here and there, but… I still haven’t been in love with anyone.”
“Would you be with anyone so long as an offer was there? I mean, if, before Ted, Cody came to you and asked if you wanted to get him off… would you have?”
“No. Because there’s a chance Ted would have found out and killed me. I know he always took issue with Cody’s fooling around, though he hid it well, but if he found out one of his friends was messing about with Cody? I’d never take the chance. I may enjoy sex, but value my life more.”
“I think that’s the first thing you’ve said to me that’s actually made perfect sense without me having to sit and process everything,” Justin told him.
“Well, I try,” Heath said in an enigmatic fashion, giving a grin as Justin rolled his eyes fondly and then chuckled. “Well, just as a point, Heath,” he then started.
“Maybe you should tell Windham and Joe that when they aren’t… otherwise distracted?” he suggested, “That way Windham won’t think anything of you being a threat and Joe won’t be torturing himself of how you’re going to react when you found out.” After all the other had been hesitating most greatly as he thought of Heath.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Heath nodded; he wouldn’t want to cause friction between the pair after all when it seemed that they were finally getting somewhere with things. “I’ll see ‘em later on,” they shared a room after all.
“Do you really think that Ted would have killed you for being with Cody?” Justin couldn’t help but ask then, laughing at the expression on Heath’s face, “You’re taking the mick aren’t you?” he asked and Justin tried to hold a straight expression before then collapsing into laughter anew, “Of course I am,” he nodded.
“Good… because if I had to genuinely explain that to you at this stage you’re not as good a friend as I thought you were,” he attempted to chastise.
“He really doesn’t hide the fact well does he?”
“I’m not entirely too sure that Wade would take any of it well though were you to end up fooling around with someone else. If you ever did,” he reiterated when he saw the look on Justin’s face at the mere idea. “I mean, though I don’t get how you have settled so easily, completely, I admire it.”
Justin smiled slightly and then sighed, glancing at the clock, “Thanks Heath and who knows? Maybe one day you’ll have settled down comfortably too,” he said, sincerely hoping that one day that would be the case for all of his friends. He then stood up, “Well, it’s getting late and they have to be done by now.”
“I agree,” Heath clapped Justin on the shoulder and winked, “See you in the morning,” before they parted to go up their separate staircases to their dorm rooms.
Justin braced himself when he got to the door and announced, “I’m coming in!”
“No!” Ted yelled, but it was too late. They weren’t doing anything, but they hadn’t actually pulled the covers over themselves when they were finished.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, you two! Fuck under the covers next time!” he exclaimed, shielding his eyes. It was one thing to see glimpses of skin in the shower, but to see two of his friends naked in bed together was something completely different.
“Ok, you can look now,” Ted muttered, face thoroughly red. “Sorry.”
“I take it running lines went well?” Justin asked.
“It went perfectly,” Cody answered, grinning as he ran his hand over Ted’s still somewhat exposed chest.
“You two are ridiculous. Oh, and I’m pretty sure Windham and Joe fucked, too,” he then said.
~~~
Heath didn’t even bother announcing that he was coming in. It was his room, too, after all. Unlike Justin, though, he didn’t walk in on them naked. They had on their sleeping clothes and were under the covers of Joe’s bed. “I take it you two had a good evening?” Heath asked from the door.
They hadn’t noticed him come in, so wrapped up in each other. They both looked somewhat guilty at being together in such a capacity with Heath right there, but… not really. “It was nice,” Joe replied.
“I know what happened,” Heath told them.
“You do?! But… how?” Joe asked.
“Justin told me.”
Joe did feel a bit guiltier about that. He should have told Heath about it beforehand so he didn’t have to find out from someone else. “I’m sorry. I would have… explained it… but it just… it was pretty spur of the moment…”
He held up a hand to stop Joe from going on. “Hey, don’t apologize. I’m happy that you two finally did something about your pent up sexual frustrations.”