FIC CHALLENGE
* Title: The Sports Arena Advantage
* Pairing: Franzwich
* Rating: R (very Adult)
* Writer:
lemursexbot
* Beta: my friend Truffle
* Disclaimer: I don't own the band members of Franz Ferdinand (that would be slavery); I don't even know any of them (unfortunately); and besides, none of the characters in this piece of fiction have any connection to any real people no matter what the reader chooses to imagine. Plus, I'm not making any kind of income off of doing this, not even gifts of house pets.
* Warnings: Long, Graphic sex acts. This is not just my first fanfic on s_t, but my first finished fanfic ever. I also just joined s_t. I've tried to absorb as much of the boys (real and ficced) as is possible in 3 days, but it might not quite be the boys you're used to. However, this fanfic just screamed to be written, whether I felt prepared or not. So please forgive a little. I promise to learn and improve.
* Notes: The description of the only non-band member in this is supposed to be tongue-in-cheek. Jo is Scots for love, but whereas love is usually only used as a form of address for women or by women, jo can be equally used by and to refer to either gender.
It was the band's first time playing a sports arena. It had some drawbacks; mainly weird acoustics that were going to make the sound checks almost twice as long as usual in attempting to correct for them. It also had some advantages.
"Showers! Notice the paperwork says showers -- plural." Alex said while they were still on the bus heading there. "We won't have to wrestle for showering order."
"It's not wrestling. It's a free-for-all. And I, for one, am tired of ending up last and with the most bruises. We really need a better way to decide."
"Don't be petulant, Paul. You don't always end up last. I go last almost as often as you." Bob attempted to put his arm across Paul's shoulders as he said this, but Paul shrugged him off.
"That's because you intentionally drop out early so you can watch Alex and Nick wrestle. You think we see you as so innocent that we won't notice your ploy. But I see you biting your lip and trying not to writhe on the couch."
"Well I don't see you slipping into the empty shower while Alex and Nick carry on. You're as interested in watching them as I am."
"Hey! Slipping into the shower and taking your turn early is cheating!" Nick shouted over the continuing bickering between Paul and Bob. They both turned to look at him.
"Maybe either you or Alex should actually try to win, then, instead of turning it into an extended groping session." replied Paul.
"Yeah, well …" mumbled Nick, "I am going to miss the wrestling tonight." And he suddenly had such a disappointed, despondent look on his face, the rest of the guys burst out laughing.
"Cheer up, Nicks." Alex said. "The showers are bound to be larger than the one on this bus. Plus, it's a shower for athletes --- I bet it doesn't have the tub wall part to trip over like in a hotel shower." Alex raised one eyebrow and said with a smirk in his voice, "I think we can find something even more fun to do than clothed wrestling."
Nick perked up at the look on Alex's face as he said the last part. But before the new topic could even get started, the bus stopped. It was time to go check out the facilities in person.
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The dressing room was decently large. It had obviously been a locker room at one point, but it had since been made over for the needs of performers. Directly across from the entrance door was another door with a sign saying "showers". They all looked at it, glanced at each other, looked at the oblivious young woman who had been dispatched to be their guide through the building, smiled, thanked her, and Alex politely escorted her back into the corridor and closed the door behind her.
He turned around to find the other three already had their toiletry bags in their hands, looking at him very expectantly. He grabbed his toiletry bag and the four of them practically raced each other across the room to the door. Somehow they managed to get the door open and all of them through without too much of a struggle or any injuries.
"Spectacular!"
"Fantastic!"
"Brilliant!"
That was Alex, Nick, and Bob all at once, Paul just stood quietly panting, unable to say a word.
It wasn't shower stalls or cubicles --- it was a shower room. The entire room was tile and along the right wall was four shower heads and accompanying faucet knobs. Not even curtains, nothing to separate the guys at all.
"And all we have time for right now is dropping off our soaps in here. I don't suppose we could move some of our appearances around this afternoon? Free up an hour or two?" Nick asked a bit wistfully, looking at Alex.
"But Nicks, anticipation just makes it all the more delicious."
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The last encore had just ended. They ran down the corridor to the dressing room, ricocheting off the walls and each other from all the adrenaline and almost exploding sexual tension they had built up with each song. They were already removing shirts and loosening belts and pant buttons as they moved across the room to the door to the showers.
Bob, being the first in the room and therefore the farthest along in undressing, was also the first to realize continuing to move towards the shower room door while concurrently trying to remove pants, socks, and shoes was not a possibility. He fell to his knees and crawled to the nearest chair to finish removing his now entangled clothing.
Seeing Bob's situation, Alex and Paul stopped in the middle of the room. They each put one hand on the other's shoulder in order to brace each other to get their socks and shoes off effectively.
Nick, being the last in the room, was barely out of his shirt as the other three were working on shoes. Without trying to remove any more clothing, he walked across the room to the chair closest to the shower room. Only after sitting down did he proceed with stripping.
In trying to help Alex get his pants off, Paul had ended up on his knees in front of him, nuzzling his cock through the thin underwear material. Alex had his hands entwined in Paul's hair, his pants pooled around his ankles, the shower room seemingly forgotten.
Nick and Bob simultaneously stood up to remove their underwear. They grinned at each other, moving towards each other until they each had their hands on each other's waist. Just as Bob started to tug Nick's underwear off, Nick said "Wait."
"What?"
"If we do this here, we're going to end up like those two wankers." Nick said, nodding his head towards Alex and Paul.
Alex had his head thrown back and his eyes closed while Paul had progressed from nuzzling to licking along the waistband line, every so often flicking his tongue down into the space where Alex's striving cock had pulled the elastic away from his stomach. He was managing to wet both the stomach skin and the cock head at the same time, and the resultant damp spots felt like drops of flame as they dried under Paul's breath a second later.
"I'll turn the water on, you get those two apart enough to finish removing their clothes. Or, just herd them towards the shower and I'll come help undress them as soon as the water's warm." Nick instructed Bob, and left for the other room.
"Come on you two." Bob said loudly, as he moved next to them. "Hey! There's a shower waiting, remember?"
Alex blinked his eyes, trying to focus on Bob's face. "Bob!" Alex freed a hand from Paul's hair and grabbed Bob by the back of his neck, pulling him closer to Alex's side and nearly causing him to fall over Paul.
"Come on, shower! Mmmmph!" This last word from Bob was smothered by Alex's mouth and tongue as he kissed Bob intensely. Bob had intended to just put out his hands to help regain his balance, but instead found himself grabbing Alex's shoulders and pulling him deeper into the kiss.
This was the tableau Nick came back to from the shower room: Paul still on his knees trying to work Alex's underwear off with his tongue, and starting to succeed while massaging Alex's ass cheeks with his hands. Bob standing beside Paul and Alex, grabbing Alex's shoulders and twisting his upper body towards him to get more fuller access to Alex's mouth. Alex and Bob kissing like neither of them needed to breathe ever again. Alex with one hand tangled in Paul's hair and the other around the back of Bob's neck.
"Alright mates, let's get this action into the shower." Nick started to firmly pull Bob away from Alex with one hand, while peeling Alex's fingers off of Bob's neck with his other. They finally broke apart, and Bob, at least, seemed to regain some sense.
"Nick. The water's warm then?"
Nick just nodded as he disentangled Paul's hair from Alex's hand and started pulling Paul away from Alex and up. Luckily, Alex, too, was starting to come around. He stepped out of the pants pooled around his feet and away from Paul, inadvertently aiding Nick and Bob's attempts to get Paul standing.
With a "Take that side of his pants, Bob", Nick and Bob stripped Paul's pants off.
"You shoulda had on yellow pants, Paul. It looked like you were a giant banana they were peeling." Alex was laughing so much he could barely get this statement out.
But it was coherent enough to crack the others up too.
Laughing , but finally moving, they all hung on each other making one large, ungainly, multi-limbed Franz creature and stumbled into the shower room. As they got into the warm spray, the forgotten underwear started clinging and sagging as it all got drenched. Various hands reached for various hips and the Franz organism melted, shifted, and transformed into four completely naked guys standing on a pile of soaking wet undies trying to stay attached in a circle, wanking each other off.
Paul had his arm wrapped around Nick's waist in front of him, his hand gripping Nick's cock, but was leaning on Bob's shoulder, who was across from him in the circle, and was attempting to kiss Bob's neck. Nick's hands were teasing Bob's cock; Bob had his outer-side hand holding Alex's cock, and the inner-side hand trying to help Alex keep a hold of Paul's cock, since Alex had the job of closing the circle. Alex and Nick were also alternating between kissing Bob's and Paul's shoulders and trying unsuccessfully to kiss each other. It was just possible with intense concentration to all stay attached and slow moving. Unfortunately, the second someone got too excited and accidentally speed up, some one else's hand would be yanked off their chosen cock. When Alex was the cause of the third abrupt discontinuity, he shouted "Fuck! I'm getting more frustrated, not less!"
"Maybe if we invited a fifth band member? It would give us all a little bit more slack for moving." As Nick suggested this, the Franz entity shifted for one last time and dissolved into the four of them facing each other.
"Fine. We can talk about it later. What about right now?" growled Alex.
"Let's reward Nick for getting us into the water." Paul said, dropped to his knees, and took Nick's cock into his mouth.
"Sounds fair to me," Bob said and got down to gently push Paul over until the two of them could share licking and sucking on Nick's cock and balls.
Alex gave Nick a sudden angry look, and Nick responded with a slight shrug and a wry twist to his lips. Nick knew this was not the outcome Alex wanted; this was just going to prolong the very frustration Alex was complaining about since he now had to wait until Nick got satisfaction. Nick started to mentally brace himself for Alex to yell and redirect everyone's attention back to him, but just as abruptly as the foul look had come to Alex's face, it was gone.
"Here, lean on me, I'll hold you." He said gruffly to Nick as he moved around behind him and wrapped Nick in his arms. He slowly started moving backwards until he had his back up against the cold tile wall between two of the shower heads so they all were engulfed in warm spray but weren't directly under the full force of the water. Alex was now supporting almost all of Nick's weight as Nick sagged against him. Alex rained hard kisses and very light love bites along both sides of Nick's neck and behind his ears, careful not to leave any marks that could be questioned at the party later.
Paul and Bob had given up trying to share Nick's cock and were now taking turns sucking him off. The boy who wasn't taking his turn sucking would alternate between teasing Nick's nipples with his tongue and fingers and giving him soul-exchanging French kisses. Just when Nick would be getting close to coming, the two boys would switch places. The sudden coolness of the air on his cock between mouths would bring him just back from the brink. After three or four of these teasing switches, Nick had had enough, and his moans became words of pleading, "Please. Please. Finish it, please."
The boys had been waiting for this sign. When it would have been time for Paul to take over from Bob, this time Bob just kept sucking. Bob took him as deep as he could in his mouth once, twice, and then Nick was exploding and shuddering. Bob swallowed what he could, but he felt the cum running down his chin onto his chest with every back stroke Nick took as he finished. For once they got to enjoy the sensation, knowing this time, the shower would take care of it. As Nick's after shudders subsided, He stopped leaning against Alex. Paul and Bob moved slightly away from him to give him a little standing room.
"So, who's next?" Paul asked rather eagerly.
"Well, Bob did get closer to the shower on his own than either of you." Nick responded before Alex could say anything. A look of absolute incredulity flashed across Alex's face, and Nick immediately burst out laughing. "Here, I'll return the favor and hold you. That is if Bob doesn't mind giving up his turn and going after you."
"Sure, no problem." Bob answered between his own spasms of laughter.
After they calmed down from laughing, Alex and Nick switched places from where they had been. Nick started kissing Alex's neck and shoulders, murmuring "Relax, I've got you. Relax. Fall against me. Relax." in his ear over and over until Alex finally started obeying. Again, Bob and Paul took turns sucking Alex's cock, switching each time Alex started to approach climax. It took a bit longer for Alex to start moaning and begging than it had for Nick, but the boys had expected that. It was always harder for Alex to accept being held rather than being the holder. The boys had decided without even discussing it that this time they would keep Alex on the brink until he was completely oblivious to anything but their mouths and was sagging against Nick like Nick had been against him. When Alex started yelling "Fuck!" over and over again, the boys knew they had brought him to that point they were hoping for. Paul was the mouth that got to finish off Alex. It took only one deep thrust, and Bob covered Alex's mouth with his own as Alex screamed "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs and climaxed. Kissing him also kept him from biting his lip, an unconscious response they knew he had to an extreme orgasm.
When they were all ready to switch places around again, Nick went to put his arms around Bob, but Bob grabbed him by the wrists, stopping him. Looking straight at Alex but still holding Nick's wrists, he said almost inaudibly, "Will you hold me? Please?"
"Of course, jo. You never ask."
Bob practically snuggled into Alex's arms. When Paul and Nick were taking turns sucking on Bob's cock, Bob barely made a sound. He started whimpering very quietly after about the 5th or 6th switch. Only Alex heard Bob's whispered "Please, Please" and had to catch Paul's eye and nod to let him know to finish Bob off. But it was clear in the aftermath, that Bob was as satiated and exhausted as Alex and Nick had been.
It was now Paul's turn. Nick asked him flat out, "Who do want to hold you?"
Paul turned to Bob, "You. If you will."
"Me? But I don't …"
"I know you can, and you should." Paul interrupted.
Bob looked in Paul's eyes, "Yes."
They had to stop and restart a few times because first, Bob wasn't holding Paul tight enough to support him, then he was holding him too tight and Paul couldn't breathe.
But once they got Bob comfortable with supporting Paul, it went smoothly and fast. Alex took the honors of finishing Paul off.
After a bit more rest, Nick got the soaps and they all lathered each other up, washing off the remains of their mixed cums on everyone
. As they were toweling each other's backs and drying off, Nick abruptly realized, "Hey! Here we were in this big shower and we still went in the usual showering order."
"So, Paul, do you mind being last in the coming order?" Bob asked.
They all laughed at Bob's phrasing.
"Are you kidding? You know how much I love giving blow jobs, and I got my mouth on all three of you tonight."
They exited to the dressing room, still laughing.
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Moving with the slow cat-stretching type movements that seem to come naturally after exceptionally excellent sex, everyone was contentedly getting dressed and ready for the after party. Nick happened to glance over and catch Alex's eye. Alex broke into a look that was half smirk, half grin, and remarked, "I wonder how many other sports arenas we can play."
* Pairing: Franzwich
* Rating: R (very Adult)
* Writer:
lemursexbot
* Beta: my friend Truffle
* Disclaimer: I don't own the band members of Franz Ferdinand (that would be slavery); I don't even know any of them (unfortunately); and besides, none of the characters in this piece of fiction have any connection to any real people no matter what the reader chooses to imagine. Plus, I'm not making any kind of income off of doing this, not even gifts of house pets.
* Warnings: Long, Graphic sex acts. This is not just my first fanfic on s_t, but my first finished fanfic ever. I also just joined s_t. I've tried to absorb as much of the boys (real and ficced) as is possible in 3 days, but it might not quite be the boys you're used to. However, this fanfic just screamed to be written, whether I felt prepared or not. So please forgive a little. I promise to learn and improve.
* Notes: The description of the only non-band member in this is supposed to be tongue-in-cheek. Jo is Scots for love, but whereas love is usually only used as a form of address for women or by women, jo can be equally used by and to refer to either gender.
It was the band's first time playing a sports arena. It had some drawbacks; mainly weird acoustics that were going to make the sound checks almost twice as long as usual in attempting to correct for them. It also had some advantages.
"Showers! Notice the paperwork says showers -- plural." Alex said while they were still on the bus heading there. "We won't have to wrestle for showering order."
"It's not wrestling. It's a free-for-all. And I, for one, am tired of ending up last and with the most bruises. We really need a better way to decide."
"Don't be petulant, Paul. You don't always end up last. I go last almost as often as you." Bob attempted to put his arm across Paul's shoulders as he said this, but Paul shrugged him off.
"That's because you intentionally drop out early so you can watch Alex and Nick wrestle. You think we see you as so innocent that we won't notice your ploy. But I see you biting your lip and trying not to writhe on the couch."
"Well I don't see you slipping into the empty shower while Alex and Nick carry on. You're as interested in watching them as I am."
"Hey! Slipping into the shower and taking your turn early is cheating!" Nick shouted over the continuing bickering between Paul and Bob. They both turned to look at him.
"Maybe either you or Alex should actually try to win, then, instead of turning it into an extended groping session." replied Paul.
"Yeah, well …" mumbled Nick, "I am going to miss the wrestling tonight." And he suddenly had such a disappointed, despondent look on his face, the rest of the guys burst out laughing.
"Cheer up, Nicks." Alex said. "The showers are bound to be larger than the one on this bus. Plus, it's a shower for athletes --- I bet it doesn't have the tub wall part to trip over like in a hotel shower." Alex raised one eyebrow and said with a smirk in his voice, "I think we can find something even more fun to do than clothed wrestling."
Nick perked up at the look on Alex's face as he said the last part. But before the new topic could even get started, the bus stopped. It was time to go check out the facilities in person.
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The dressing room was decently large. It had obviously been a locker room at one point, but it had since been made over for the needs of performers. Directly across from the entrance door was another door with a sign saying "showers". They all looked at it, glanced at each other, looked at the oblivious young woman who had been dispatched to be their guide through the building, smiled, thanked her, and Alex politely escorted her back into the corridor and closed the door behind her.
He turned around to find the other three already had their toiletry bags in their hands, looking at him very expectantly. He grabbed his toiletry bag and the four of them practically raced each other across the room to the door. Somehow they managed to get the door open and all of them through without too much of a struggle or any injuries.
"Spectacular!"
"Fantastic!"
"Brilliant!"
That was Alex, Nick, and Bob all at once, Paul just stood quietly panting, unable to say a word.
It wasn't shower stalls or cubicles --- it was a shower room. The entire room was tile and along the right wall was four shower heads and accompanying faucet knobs. Not even curtains, nothing to separate the guys at all.
"And all we have time for right now is dropping off our soaps in here. I don't suppose we could move some of our appearances around this afternoon? Free up an hour or two?" Nick asked a bit wistfully, looking at Alex.
"But Nicks, anticipation just makes it all the more delicious."
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The last encore had just ended. They ran down the corridor to the dressing room, ricocheting off the walls and each other from all the adrenaline and almost exploding sexual tension they had built up with each song. They were already removing shirts and loosening belts and pant buttons as they moved across the room to the door to the showers.
Bob, being the first in the room and therefore the farthest along in undressing, was also the first to realize continuing to move towards the shower room door while concurrently trying to remove pants, socks, and shoes was not a possibility. He fell to his knees and crawled to the nearest chair to finish removing his now entangled clothing.
Seeing Bob's situation, Alex and Paul stopped in the middle of the room. They each put one hand on the other's shoulder in order to brace each other to get their socks and shoes off effectively.
Nick, being the last in the room, was barely out of his shirt as the other three were working on shoes. Without trying to remove any more clothing, he walked across the room to the chair closest to the shower room. Only after sitting down did he proceed with stripping.
In trying to help Alex get his pants off, Paul had ended up on his knees in front of him, nuzzling his cock through the thin underwear material. Alex had his hands entwined in Paul's hair, his pants pooled around his ankles, the shower room seemingly forgotten.
Nick and Bob simultaneously stood up to remove their underwear. They grinned at each other, moving towards each other until they each had their hands on each other's waist. Just as Bob started to tug Nick's underwear off, Nick said "Wait."
"What?"
"If we do this here, we're going to end up like those two wankers." Nick said, nodding his head towards Alex and Paul.
Alex had his head thrown back and his eyes closed while Paul had progressed from nuzzling to licking along the waistband line, every so often flicking his tongue down into the space where Alex's striving cock had pulled the elastic away from his stomach. He was managing to wet both the stomach skin and the cock head at the same time, and the resultant damp spots felt like drops of flame as they dried under Paul's breath a second later.
"I'll turn the water on, you get those two apart enough to finish removing their clothes. Or, just herd them towards the shower and I'll come help undress them as soon as the water's warm." Nick instructed Bob, and left for the other room.
"Come on you two." Bob said loudly, as he moved next to them. "Hey! There's a shower waiting, remember?"
Alex blinked his eyes, trying to focus on Bob's face. "Bob!" Alex freed a hand from Paul's hair and grabbed Bob by the back of his neck, pulling him closer to Alex's side and nearly causing him to fall over Paul.
"Come on, shower! Mmmmph!" This last word from Bob was smothered by Alex's mouth and tongue as he kissed Bob intensely. Bob had intended to just put out his hands to help regain his balance, but instead found himself grabbing Alex's shoulders and pulling him deeper into the kiss.
This was the tableau Nick came back to from the shower room: Paul still on his knees trying to work Alex's underwear off with his tongue, and starting to succeed while massaging Alex's ass cheeks with his hands. Bob standing beside Paul and Alex, grabbing Alex's shoulders and twisting his upper body towards him to get more fuller access to Alex's mouth. Alex and Bob kissing like neither of them needed to breathe ever again. Alex with one hand tangled in Paul's hair and the other around the back of Bob's neck.
"Alright mates, let's get this action into the shower." Nick started to firmly pull Bob away from Alex with one hand, while peeling Alex's fingers off of Bob's neck with his other. They finally broke apart, and Bob, at least, seemed to regain some sense.
"Nick. The water's warm then?"
Nick just nodded as he disentangled Paul's hair from Alex's hand and started pulling Paul away from Alex and up. Luckily, Alex, too, was starting to come around. He stepped out of the pants pooled around his feet and away from Paul, inadvertently aiding Nick and Bob's attempts to get Paul standing.
With a "Take that side of his pants, Bob", Nick and Bob stripped Paul's pants off.
"You shoulda had on yellow pants, Paul. It looked like you were a giant banana they were peeling." Alex was laughing so much he could barely get this statement out.
But it was coherent enough to crack the others up too.
Laughing , but finally moving, they all hung on each other making one large, ungainly, multi-limbed Franz creature and stumbled into the shower room. As they got into the warm spray, the forgotten underwear started clinging and sagging as it all got drenched. Various hands reached for various hips and the Franz organism melted, shifted, and transformed into four completely naked guys standing on a pile of soaking wet undies trying to stay attached in a circle, wanking each other off.
Paul had his arm wrapped around Nick's waist in front of him, his hand gripping Nick's cock, but was leaning on Bob's shoulder, who was across from him in the circle, and was attempting to kiss Bob's neck. Nick's hands were teasing Bob's cock; Bob had his outer-side hand holding Alex's cock, and the inner-side hand trying to help Alex keep a hold of Paul's cock, since Alex had the job of closing the circle. Alex and Nick were also alternating between kissing Bob's and Paul's shoulders and trying unsuccessfully to kiss each other. It was just possible with intense concentration to all stay attached and slow moving. Unfortunately, the second someone got too excited and accidentally speed up, some one else's hand would be yanked off their chosen cock. When Alex was the cause of the third abrupt discontinuity, he shouted "Fuck! I'm getting more frustrated, not less!"
"Maybe if we invited a fifth band member? It would give us all a little bit more slack for moving." As Nick suggested this, the Franz entity shifted for one last time and dissolved into the four of them facing each other.
"Fine. We can talk about it later. What about right now?" growled Alex.
"Let's reward Nick for getting us into the water." Paul said, dropped to his knees, and took Nick's cock into his mouth.
"Sounds fair to me," Bob said and got down to gently push Paul over until the two of them could share licking and sucking on Nick's cock and balls.
Alex gave Nick a sudden angry look, and Nick responded with a slight shrug and a wry twist to his lips. Nick knew this was not the outcome Alex wanted; this was just going to prolong the very frustration Alex was complaining about since he now had to wait until Nick got satisfaction. Nick started to mentally brace himself for Alex to yell and redirect everyone's attention back to him, but just as abruptly as the foul look had come to Alex's face, it was gone.
"Here, lean on me, I'll hold you." He said gruffly to Nick as he moved around behind him and wrapped Nick in his arms. He slowly started moving backwards until he had his back up against the cold tile wall between two of the shower heads so they all were engulfed in warm spray but weren't directly under the full force of the water. Alex was now supporting almost all of Nick's weight as Nick sagged against him. Alex rained hard kisses and very light love bites along both sides of Nick's neck and behind his ears, careful not to leave any marks that could be questioned at the party later.
Paul and Bob had given up trying to share Nick's cock and were now taking turns sucking him off. The boy who wasn't taking his turn sucking would alternate between teasing Nick's nipples with his tongue and fingers and giving him soul-exchanging French kisses. Just when Nick would be getting close to coming, the two boys would switch places. The sudden coolness of the air on his cock between mouths would bring him just back from the brink. After three or four of these teasing switches, Nick had had enough, and his moans became words of pleading, "Please. Please. Finish it, please."
The boys had been waiting for this sign. When it would have been time for Paul to take over from Bob, this time Bob just kept sucking. Bob took him as deep as he could in his mouth once, twice, and then Nick was exploding and shuddering. Bob swallowed what he could, but he felt the cum running down his chin onto his chest with every back stroke Nick took as he finished. For once they got to enjoy the sensation, knowing this time, the shower would take care of it. As Nick's after shudders subsided, He stopped leaning against Alex. Paul and Bob moved slightly away from him to give him a little standing room.
"So, who's next?" Paul asked rather eagerly.
"Well, Bob did get closer to the shower on his own than either of you." Nick responded before Alex could say anything. A look of absolute incredulity flashed across Alex's face, and Nick immediately burst out laughing. "Here, I'll return the favor and hold you. That is if Bob doesn't mind giving up his turn and going after you."
"Sure, no problem." Bob answered between his own spasms of laughter.
After they calmed down from laughing, Alex and Nick switched places from where they had been. Nick started kissing Alex's neck and shoulders, murmuring "Relax, I've got you. Relax. Fall against me. Relax." in his ear over and over until Alex finally started obeying. Again, Bob and Paul took turns sucking Alex's cock, switching each time Alex started to approach climax. It took a bit longer for Alex to start moaning and begging than it had for Nick, but the boys had expected that. It was always harder for Alex to accept being held rather than being the holder. The boys had decided without even discussing it that this time they would keep Alex on the brink until he was completely oblivious to anything but their mouths and was sagging against Nick like Nick had been against him. When Alex started yelling "Fuck!" over and over again, the boys knew they had brought him to that point they were hoping for. Paul was the mouth that got to finish off Alex. It took only one deep thrust, and Bob covered Alex's mouth with his own as Alex screamed "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs and climaxed. Kissing him also kept him from biting his lip, an unconscious response they knew he had to an extreme orgasm.
When they were all ready to switch places around again, Nick went to put his arms around Bob, but Bob grabbed him by the wrists, stopping him. Looking straight at Alex but still holding Nick's wrists, he said almost inaudibly, "Will you hold me? Please?"
"Of course, jo. You never ask."
Bob practically snuggled into Alex's arms. When Paul and Nick were taking turns sucking on Bob's cock, Bob barely made a sound. He started whimpering very quietly after about the 5th or 6th switch. Only Alex heard Bob's whispered "Please, Please" and had to catch Paul's eye and nod to let him know to finish Bob off. But it was clear in the aftermath, that Bob was as satiated and exhausted as Alex and Nick had been.
It was now Paul's turn. Nick asked him flat out, "Who do want to hold you?"
Paul turned to Bob, "You. If you will."
"Me? But I don't …"
"I know you can, and you should." Paul interrupted.
Bob looked in Paul's eyes, "Yes."
They had to stop and restart a few times because first, Bob wasn't holding Paul tight enough to support him, then he was holding him too tight and Paul couldn't breathe.
But once they got Bob comfortable with supporting Paul, it went smoothly and fast. Alex took the honors of finishing Paul off.
After a bit more rest, Nick got the soaps and they all lathered each other up, washing off the remains of their mixed cums on everyone
. As they were toweling each other's backs and drying off, Nick abruptly realized, "Hey! Here we were in this big shower and we still went in the usual showering order."
"So, Paul, do you mind being last in the coming order?" Bob asked.
They all laughed at Bob's phrasing.
"Are you kidding? You know how much I love giving blow jobs, and I got my mouth on all three of you tonight."
They exited to the dressing room, still laughing.
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Moving with the slow cat-stretching type movements that seem to come naturally after exceptionally excellent sex, everyone was contentedly getting dressed and ready for the after party. Nick happened to glance over and catch Alex's eye. Alex broke into a look that was half smirk, half grin, and remarked, "I wonder how many other sports arenas we can play."