Basic Needs (NC-17, AFI fivesome PWP)
While going through my fic folder tonight, I found this fic that was written back in July 2007, in the same batch as “The Games We Play,” “Exquisite Breed,” “Beautiful Creatures,” and right before “A Common Warmth.” It's a completed fic, but it was never posted because I wasn't fully satisfied with it. Marina and Scarlett were kind enough to beta it for me, and I told myself that I'd go back and revise it according to their notes before posting it to the slash archive. Well, it's been over a year and a half and I haven't touched it. I had mostly forgotten about it. The chances of me actually revising it in the future are pretty much zero.
So....rather than deleting the fic or letting it languish on my hard drive, I'm archiving it on my LJ. I still like the idea behind it, but I like to think I've moved beyond such a simple, slightly clumsy PWP.
Title: Basic Needs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Davey-centric AFI fivesome (Smith!)
Summary: What are friends for, if not to help you manage your basic needs?
Warnings: Contains scenes that may be considered of slightly dubious consent.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. Though based on actual people, the characters are fictional and the following story is not based on actual events. No slander is intended, and the author receives no compensation for his or her work.
They caught him in the backstage dressing room. Hunter and Jade stood on either side, prepared to close in on him. Adam stood between him and the door, cutting off his escape.
Davey turned from one to the other with eyes narrowed and hands clenched, bristling like a cornered animal. They stood their ground, their faces impassive.
“What’s going on in here?” Smith demanded, coming up behind Adam.
Adam gestured at Davey in exasperation. “He won’t let himself be taken care of.”
Davey threw him an angry, betrayed glare.
Smith crossed his arms and gave Davey a stern look, the type used to reprimand a wayward child. “Is this true, Davey?”
Davey stubbornly avoided eye contact and shoved his hands into his pockets, his demeanor both surly and sulky at once. The gesture did nothing to hide his raging erection.
Smith sighed. Of the four members of the band, Davey was by far the most troublesome to manage. Sometimes his hormones went into overdrive, and even a pre-show tumble in the back of the bus didn’t keep him from nearly poking out the eyes of the entire front row. Sometimes, though, he would withdraw from the others even though it was obvious he was in need. No one had ever figured out what triggered these withdrawals, but they all knew from experience that the sooner they pulled him out of it, the better. When the episodes struck, the rest of the band would come together to draw him out-over his protests, if need be. He might glare and scratch and even yell, but by the time they were through with him, the release and the overwhelming feeling of relief would turn him into a weeping, trembling mess. That was when the real healing could begin.
Smith looked Davey over, trying to gauge the severity of the situation. It looked like he was going through another episode, but this time he seemed determined to put up a fight, the same way an injured animal-confused and made desperate by the pain-might lash out at the people trying to save it. Smith’s mouth set in a grim line. This was going to be tricky. He tossed his hat onto a nearby table and mentally braced himself.
“Come on, Davey,” he coaxed, his voice soft and even. He took a slow, measured step forward. “Just come with us nicely and we’ll take care of you.”
Smith kept his hands up as he moved to show that he meant no harm, and also in case Davey tried to dart past him. Jade, Hunter, and Adam followed suit.
Davey hissed and sidled backward until he bumped into the wall. He glanced around, searching for an escape route. To his left, a large overstuffed couch blocked him in, and Hunter was there in case he tried to climb across it. To his right, Jade and Adam were advancing on him in unison, and in front of him was Smith. The determined looks on their faces made his heartbeat rise in panic, and his eyes became increasingly desperate. He pressed himself against the wall, his feet scrabbling to back up further, but there was nowhere to go. His body was driving him mad. His thoughts were nothing but a tangled mass of need and desperation, but he didn’t want them touching him, didn’t want their firm but gentle hands showing him how much they understood what he needed. He didn’t want to see the loving look in their eyes as he came unraveled before them. It would be too much for him to handle.
“No, please…leave me alone,” Davey pleaded. The ache in him was unbearable, but he feared the release even more. If they touched him, he was going to come completely undone.
“It’s okay, Davey. We’re here to help. Just come with me,” said Smith softly, holding his hand out. He signaled silently for the others to get ready to make a grab.
Davey looked back and forth between Smith’s outstretched hand and the door of the dressing room. He was poised to make a run for it, but the promise of shelter in Smith’s eyes made him hesitate.
That momentary pause was all they needed. Davey yelped as Hunter and Jade caught a hold of his arms and pulled him away from the wall. Adam slipped in behind him and wrapped his arms around his middle, lifting him off balance and onto his toes. Smith darted forward and began undoing Davey’s belt. Davey struggled to regain his footing, protesting all the while, but Adam held onto him tightly.
“Please don’t,” he begged, though there was a hint of resignation in his voice. They didn’t leave him alone last time, and it didn’t look like they were going to this time either.
“Shhhhh…this is for your own good,” soothed Adam, murmuring in his ear. “We’re going to get you through this.”
Smith’s nimble fingers quickly had Davey’s pants undone, and Davey cried out as Smith freed his painfully hard erection. The contact burned; he was so sensitive. Jade patted his arm, trying to comfort him. Hunter helped Smith pull the tight pants off his hips and down his legs. They left the pants around his ankles to act as a hobble, in case he somehow managed to escape Adam’s hold.
“Where should we put him?” grunted Adam as Davey made a futile attempt to lunge out of his arms.
Smith looked around the room, thinking quickly. “The couch is probably the easiest. Just hold him in your lap.”
Adam heaved Davey over to the couch and sat him down between his legs. He leaned back and pulled Davey close to his chest, encircling him with a tight embrace and using his thighs to keep him in place. He made soothing, cooing sounds in Davey’s ear, trying to calm him down. Davey squirmed half-heartedly, a distressed look still on his face, but even in his frenzy he was starting to see that there was no getting out of this.
Adam placed a gentle, encouraging kiss on his temple. “It’s going to be okay, Davey,” he said softly, nuzzling the side of his face a bit.
Davey stopped squirming, but his body still trembled.
Smith knelt in front of the couch and parted Davey’s legs. To his dismay, he saw that the entire area was painfully tense. Davey’s erection was straining, pre-cum leaking nonstop from the tip. His cock was swollen to an angry purple, and the gentlest touch-even the light brush of breath-was enough to make him jump and whimper. His entrance was tightly puckered, and his sac was held so closely to his body, it almost made Smith wince. He shared a worried look with Jade. How long had he been stuck like this without telling anyone?
“Damn,” said Hunter, peering over Smith’s shoulder at what they were dealing with and shaking his head. “This is probably the worst I’ve ever seen him.”
Smith set his mouth in a determined line. “Someone get me some lube,” he said, taking charge. “We’re going to take care of this right now.”
Davey whined softly in protest, but they ignored him.
Hunter rummaged around his travel bag and tossed a small tube to Smith. He came back to find Smith squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and then massaging it around Davey’s entrance. Jade was holding Davey’s hand to comfort him and to keep him from hurting himself with his nails. Hunter took his other hand as Smith carefully inserted the tip of one finger. Davey cried out and clenched his hands, his body reacting against the intrusion. Smith removed his finger and went back to massaging him.
“Fuck, he’s not loosening up. We need him to relax more,” he said, a worried look on his face.
Hunter and Jade began kissing and petting him, running their hands up and down his sides in smooth, soothing strokes. Jade bent to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, lavishing attention on it with his tongue and lips. He caressed the back of Davey’s hand with his thumb slowly, trying to get his hold to loosen. Hunter kissed Davey on the mouth, taking in his little whimpers as Adam whispered in Davey’s ear.
“That’s it, Davey, open up for Smith. He won’t hurt you. You’ll feel so much better afterward, I promise.”
“I can’t,” Davey panted beneath Hunter’s kisses.
“Yes, you can,” replied Adam, kissing the side of his face. “Do it for me. Just think about all the times I held you close while Jade or Hunter or Smith took care of you.”
Davey made a despairing sound. He was wound so tightly he wanted to weep, but no amount of self-pleasuring had been able to get rid of his erection. He had been stuck like this for two days now, and he didn’t know what to do anymore. His body was burning, and he felt like he was being consumed from within by want. His nerves were completely shot. All the touches and kisses were causing his body to alternately stiffen and unwind, making him feel like he was being battered by his own reactions. He struggled against the various sensations, gulping for air.
Hunter covered his mouth with his and breathed deeply, forcing him to slow down before he worked himself into a panic. Davey struggled at first, his eyes wide and his lungs straining for air, but Hunter’s slow, steady breaths eventually caused his breathing to even out, and soon their chests were rising and falling in unison. Davey’s eyes fell closed, and the lines around his face smoothed out. He sagged in Adam’s arms. Hunter released his mouth and went back to giving him light, easy kisses, which he began returning.
Smith looked up to see Davey slowly melting beneath Hunter’s lips. The muscles around his entrance had relaxed enough now so that when Smith inserted his finger, he was able to push all the way in with only the slightest fluttering protest from Davey, which Hunter immediately swallowed.
“It’s working; keep going,” Smith said, moving carefully in and out. The ring of muscle contracted and released around his finger with each gentle stroke, but at least Davey was no longer fighting them.
At a tap on his shoulder, Jade paused in his oral massage of Davey’s nipple to see Smith nod at him. He understood what he wanted him to do, so he began kissing and licking his way down Davey’s stomach, going slowly so Davey knew where he was heading and wouldn’t be caught by surprise and tense up again. It also gave Davey a chance to get used to all the touching and stroking. Jade knew that when Davey’s body closed up on him like this, it took a while for him to open up again. It was as if his body had to re-learn everything: how to relax, how to feel pleasure, how to let go. How to come. Davey’s stomach quivered as Jade’s lips grazed along his lower belly, tracing the words “Love Will Tear Us Apart.”
Finally, Jade reached his cock. He first laid a kiss lightly on Davey’s glistening tip. Davey gasped and his hips lifted off the couch, accidentally catching Jade on the nose. Smith pulled his finger free just in time to avoid injuring him on the inside. Davey panted as heat shot down his legs. His body was reacting out of his control, and he whimpered in frustration, feeling helpless. Adam squeezed Davey’s sides with his thighs to hold him and rubbed his hand soothingly over his chest. Jade wiped the pre-cum off his nose patiently and tried again, this time with a hand on Davey’s hip to keep him steady.
Davey’s hands twisted and clenched. He knew what was coming, what they were preparing him for, and part of him wanted to shy away like a frightened colt. He was terrified of what would happen when they broke through the barrier that had been torturing him for the last two days and he released all his built-up need at once. Part of him, though, knew that he needed this badly, so he accepted Jade’s touch even as he trembled.
Jade cradled his cock in his hand and kissed a line gently down his length. Each kiss was like a brand on Davey’s hypersensitive skin. He bit his lip but managed to hold still, and soon the pain gave way to muted pleasure. Hunter rewarded him with a kiss on his brow, and Adam bent to kiss him behind his ear, right over his tattoo of the broken heart.
When Jade reached Davey’s tightly wound sac, he lavished attention on it with his tongue until it began to relax. Davey loosened his white-knuckle grip on Hunter’s and Jade’s hands as his body started to respond more. He spread his legs a little wider, giving Jade more access. Jade obliged, sucking gently on first one side and then the other before giving him one last kiss and moving his way back up toward his tip. Smith re-applied some lube to his finger and began working Davey open again. Davey moaned softly. Smith noticed that he loosened up much more quickly this time. He was able to push a finger in without much resistance.
This was the dangerous part-breaking through the barrier that was holding Davey back from his release. Smith steadied one hand on Davey’s knee.
“Ready?” he asked Jade, who nodded, tightening his hold on Davey’s hip. Adam and Hunter braced themselves as well.
Davey felt the change in the others and lifted his head just in time to see Jade’s mouth close around him and slide down his length, taking him all the way in. At the same time, Smith pressed down hard on the pleasure spot deep inside him, sending an electric shock through his system. Davey nearly screamed from the simultaneous attack. His body jerked violently in Adam’s arms, and Adam had to duck out of the way as Davey’s head slammed backward from arching his back.
“Steady, easy now,” Adam coaxed in his ear as Davey came back down and began to shake uncontrollably. It pained him to see Davey like this, but they had to overcome his body’s resistance somehow; otherwise, it would simply adjust to the level of stimulation and they would be back to square one.
Jade had known that Davey was going to jump, so he had managed to move with him, using his hand at the base of Davey’s cock to keep himself from choking. He didn’t let go despite the bone-crushing grip Davey had on his other hand, and he immediately began working his mouth along Davey’s length.
“Keep going; don’t let him recover,” Smith ordered as he rubbed the spot that made Davey’s inner muscles clench around his finger.
Hunter pressed his forehead to Davey’s, holding Davey’s eyes with his and trying to stabilize his breathing. Davey was panting harshly and biting down to keep from crying out.
“Breathe with me, Davey. Come on,” he urged, leading him through it with deep breaths.
Davey kept his eyes locked with Hunter’s as if they were his lifeline. He thought he was going to pass out from the tension tearing him apart. Jade’s mouth and Smith’s touch were pushing him faster and harder, past all reason and into the realm of pure sensation, but still his body wouldn’t let go. He had run into an insurmountable wall. He made a despairing sound as he reached futilely for release.
Jade and Smith doubled their efforts at his cry, Smith watching Davey’s face anxiously to make sure they didn’t lose him. They were getting closer; he could feel it. They just needed a little more to push him over the edge.
Tears welled in Davey’s eyes as his need built to an unbearable level. His body still would not let him come. His mind was screaming that they weren’t going to make it, they weren’t going to reach him this time. His legs strained as he alternately rocked himself deeper into Jade’s throat and impaled himself on Smith’s finger so that he would hit that spot again and again, desperation in every move.
Adam held him close, cradling him in his arms. “Come for us, Davey. Let go,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing along Davey’s neck. “Please.”
Something broke open inside Davey. He arched up as if electrified and he hung suspended in the air for a split second that seemed to stretch to infinity, cradled in nothingness like the held breath just before the unleashing of the storm. His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide and unseeing.
A single tear escaped, the first type of physical release his body had allowed him in days. The first drop before the crumbling of the dam.
Then everything erupted out of him in a devastating flood and he screamed. Hunter covered his mouth with his, trying to give him an anchor, but Davey spiraled out of control, crashing down as his body released everything it had been holding back. Tears poured from his eyes as his climax wracked his body uncontrollably. He cried out as he shot spurt after spurt of hot seed into Jade’s mouth, his body wringing from him every last bit of himself. Then he collapsed, shaking and sobbing helplessly, completely wrecked.
“Shhhhh…you did well, Davey,” Adam soothed, holding him and rocking him gently as he cried and shook. “You did very well.”
Hunter bent to kiss away his tears. Davey was so vulnerable, it made his heart ache. He gingerly took Davey in his arms when Adam handed him over so he could get up. It felt like the softest blow at this point would cause him to shatter beyond repair. Hunter brought him carefully to the floor and lay down next to him. Davey clung to him like a small child, pressing his face into his chest as all his pent-up emotions continued to pour out of him. Hunter wrapped an arm protectively around him, pulling him close, and let him cry himself out.
Smith and Jade, meanwhile, had cleaned themselves up and lay down beside them. Adam brought over some rolled up hoodies to use as pillows and a pair of loose shorts for Davey. He pulled Davey’s shoes and pants off and put the shorts on him to keep him warm. Then he curled up around Davey as well and added his warmth.
Surrounded by warm bodies, Davey soon stopped shaking and the tears gradually died out. He took a shaky breath, but he felt free for the first time in days. Finally, he could rest. Encircled by the love of his four closest friends, he knew he was going to be alright.
[End]
So....rather than deleting the fic or letting it languish on my hard drive, I'm archiving it on my LJ. I still like the idea behind it, but I like to think I've moved beyond such a simple, slightly clumsy PWP.
Title: Basic Needs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Davey-centric AFI fivesome (Smith!)
Summary: What are friends for, if not to help you manage your basic needs?
Warnings: Contains scenes that may be considered of slightly dubious consent.
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. Though based on actual people, the characters are fictional and the following story is not based on actual events. No slander is intended, and the author receives no compensation for his or her work.
They caught him in the backstage dressing room. Hunter and Jade stood on either side, prepared to close in on him. Adam stood between him and the door, cutting off his escape.
Davey turned from one to the other with eyes narrowed and hands clenched, bristling like a cornered animal. They stood their ground, their faces impassive.
“What’s going on in here?” Smith demanded, coming up behind Adam.
Adam gestured at Davey in exasperation. “He won’t let himself be taken care of.”
Davey threw him an angry, betrayed glare.
Smith crossed his arms and gave Davey a stern look, the type used to reprimand a wayward child. “Is this true, Davey?”
Davey stubbornly avoided eye contact and shoved his hands into his pockets, his demeanor both surly and sulky at once. The gesture did nothing to hide his raging erection.
Smith sighed. Of the four members of the band, Davey was by far the most troublesome to manage. Sometimes his hormones went into overdrive, and even a pre-show tumble in the back of the bus didn’t keep him from nearly poking out the eyes of the entire front row. Sometimes, though, he would withdraw from the others even though it was obvious he was in need. No one had ever figured out what triggered these withdrawals, but they all knew from experience that the sooner they pulled him out of it, the better. When the episodes struck, the rest of the band would come together to draw him out-over his protests, if need be. He might glare and scratch and even yell, but by the time they were through with him, the release and the overwhelming feeling of relief would turn him into a weeping, trembling mess. That was when the real healing could begin.
Smith looked Davey over, trying to gauge the severity of the situation. It looked like he was going through another episode, but this time he seemed determined to put up a fight, the same way an injured animal-confused and made desperate by the pain-might lash out at the people trying to save it. Smith’s mouth set in a grim line. This was going to be tricky. He tossed his hat onto a nearby table and mentally braced himself.
“Come on, Davey,” he coaxed, his voice soft and even. He took a slow, measured step forward. “Just come with us nicely and we’ll take care of you.”
Smith kept his hands up as he moved to show that he meant no harm, and also in case Davey tried to dart past him. Jade, Hunter, and Adam followed suit.
Davey hissed and sidled backward until he bumped into the wall. He glanced around, searching for an escape route. To his left, a large overstuffed couch blocked him in, and Hunter was there in case he tried to climb across it. To his right, Jade and Adam were advancing on him in unison, and in front of him was Smith. The determined looks on their faces made his heartbeat rise in panic, and his eyes became increasingly desperate. He pressed himself against the wall, his feet scrabbling to back up further, but there was nowhere to go. His body was driving him mad. His thoughts were nothing but a tangled mass of need and desperation, but he didn’t want them touching him, didn’t want their firm but gentle hands showing him how much they understood what he needed. He didn’t want to see the loving look in their eyes as he came unraveled before them. It would be too much for him to handle.
“No, please…leave me alone,” Davey pleaded. The ache in him was unbearable, but he feared the release even more. If they touched him, he was going to come completely undone.
“It’s okay, Davey. We’re here to help. Just come with me,” said Smith softly, holding his hand out. He signaled silently for the others to get ready to make a grab.
Davey looked back and forth between Smith’s outstretched hand and the door of the dressing room. He was poised to make a run for it, but the promise of shelter in Smith’s eyes made him hesitate.
That momentary pause was all they needed. Davey yelped as Hunter and Jade caught a hold of his arms and pulled him away from the wall. Adam slipped in behind him and wrapped his arms around his middle, lifting him off balance and onto his toes. Smith darted forward and began undoing Davey’s belt. Davey struggled to regain his footing, protesting all the while, but Adam held onto him tightly.
“Please don’t,” he begged, though there was a hint of resignation in his voice. They didn’t leave him alone last time, and it didn’t look like they were going to this time either.
“Shhhhh…this is for your own good,” soothed Adam, murmuring in his ear. “We’re going to get you through this.”
Smith’s nimble fingers quickly had Davey’s pants undone, and Davey cried out as Smith freed his painfully hard erection. The contact burned; he was so sensitive. Jade patted his arm, trying to comfort him. Hunter helped Smith pull the tight pants off his hips and down his legs. They left the pants around his ankles to act as a hobble, in case he somehow managed to escape Adam’s hold.
“Where should we put him?” grunted Adam as Davey made a futile attempt to lunge out of his arms.
Smith looked around the room, thinking quickly. “The couch is probably the easiest. Just hold him in your lap.”
Adam heaved Davey over to the couch and sat him down between his legs. He leaned back and pulled Davey close to his chest, encircling him with a tight embrace and using his thighs to keep him in place. He made soothing, cooing sounds in Davey’s ear, trying to calm him down. Davey squirmed half-heartedly, a distressed look still on his face, but even in his frenzy he was starting to see that there was no getting out of this.
Adam placed a gentle, encouraging kiss on his temple. “It’s going to be okay, Davey,” he said softly, nuzzling the side of his face a bit.
Davey stopped squirming, but his body still trembled.
Smith knelt in front of the couch and parted Davey’s legs. To his dismay, he saw that the entire area was painfully tense. Davey’s erection was straining, pre-cum leaking nonstop from the tip. His cock was swollen to an angry purple, and the gentlest touch-even the light brush of breath-was enough to make him jump and whimper. His entrance was tightly puckered, and his sac was held so closely to his body, it almost made Smith wince. He shared a worried look with Jade. How long had he been stuck like this without telling anyone?
“Damn,” said Hunter, peering over Smith’s shoulder at what they were dealing with and shaking his head. “This is probably the worst I’ve ever seen him.”
Smith set his mouth in a determined line. “Someone get me some lube,” he said, taking charge. “We’re going to take care of this right now.”
Davey whined softly in protest, but they ignored him.
Hunter rummaged around his travel bag and tossed a small tube to Smith. He came back to find Smith squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and then massaging it around Davey’s entrance. Jade was holding Davey’s hand to comfort him and to keep him from hurting himself with his nails. Hunter took his other hand as Smith carefully inserted the tip of one finger. Davey cried out and clenched his hands, his body reacting against the intrusion. Smith removed his finger and went back to massaging him.
“Fuck, he’s not loosening up. We need him to relax more,” he said, a worried look on his face.
Hunter and Jade began kissing and petting him, running their hands up and down his sides in smooth, soothing strokes. Jade bent to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, lavishing attention on it with his tongue and lips. He caressed the back of Davey’s hand with his thumb slowly, trying to get his hold to loosen. Hunter kissed Davey on the mouth, taking in his little whimpers as Adam whispered in Davey’s ear.
“That’s it, Davey, open up for Smith. He won’t hurt you. You’ll feel so much better afterward, I promise.”
“I can’t,” Davey panted beneath Hunter’s kisses.
“Yes, you can,” replied Adam, kissing the side of his face. “Do it for me. Just think about all the times I held you close while Jade or Hunter or Smith took care of you.”
Davey made a despairing sound. He was wound so tightly he wanted to weep, but no amount of self-pleasuring had been able to get rid of his erection. He had been stuck like this for two days now, and he didn’t know what to do anymore. His body was burning, and he felt like he was being consumed from within by want. His nerves were completely shot. All the touches and kisses were causing his body to alternately stiffen and unwind, making him feel like he was being battered by his own reactions. He struggled against the various sensations, gulping for air.
Hunter covered his mouth with his and breathed deeply, forcing him to slow down before he worked himself into a panic. Davey struggled at first, his eyes wide and his lungs straining for air, but Hunter’s slow, steady breaths eventually caused his breathing to even out, and soon their chests were rising and falling in unison. Davey’s eyes fell closed, and the lines around his face smoothed out. He sagged in Adam’s arms. Hunter released his mouth and went back to giving him light, easy kisses, which he began returning.
Smith looked up to see Davey slowly melting beneath Hunter’s lips. The muscles around his entrance had relaxed enough now so that when Smith inserted his finger, he was able to push all the way in with only the slightest fluttering protest from Davey, which Hunter immediately swallowed.
“It’s working; keep going,” Smith said, moving carefully in and out. The ring of muscle contracted and released around his finger with each gentle stroke, but at least Davey was no longer fighting them.
At a tap on his shoulder, Jade paused in his oral massage of Davey’s nipple to see Smith nod at him. He understood what he wanted him to do, so he began kissing and licking his way down Davey’s stomach, going slowly so Davey knew where he was heading and wouldn’t be caught by surprise and tense up again. It also gave Davey a chance to get used to all the touching and stroking. Jade knew that when Davey’s body closed up on him like this, it took a while for him to open up again. It was as if his body had to re-learn everything: how to relax, how to feel pleasure, how to let go. How to come. Davey’s stomach quivered as Jade’s lips grazed along his lower belly, tracing the words “Love Will Tear Us Apart.”
Finally, Jade reached his cock. He first laid a kiss lightly on Davey’s glistening tip. Davey gasped and his hips lifted off the couch, accidentally catching Jade on the nose. Smith pulled his finger free just in time to avoid injuring him on the inside. Davey panted as heat shot down his legs. His body was reacting out of his control, and he whimpered in frustration, feeling helpless. Adam squeezed Davey’s sides with his thighs to hold him and rubbed his hand soothingly over his chest. Jade wiped the pre-cum off his nose patiently and tried again, this time with a hand on Davey’s hip to keep him steady.
Davey’s hands twisted and clenched. He knew what was coming, what they were preparing him for, and part of him wanted to shy away like a frightened colt. He was terrified of what would happen when they broke through the barrier that had been torturing him for the last two days and he released all his built-up need at once. Part of him, though, knew that he needed this badly, so he accepted Jade’s touch even as he trembled.
Jade cradled his cock in his hand and kissed a line gently down his length. Each kiss was like a brand on Davey’s hypersensitive skin. He bit his lip but managed to hold still, and soon the pain gave way to muted pleasure. Hunter rewarded him with a kiss on his brow, and Adam bent to kiss him behind his ear, right over his tattoo of the broken heart.
When Jade reached Davey’s tightly wound sac, he lavished attention on it with his tongue until it began to relax. Davey loosened his white-knuckle grip on Hunter’s and Jade’s hands as his body started to respond more. He spread his legs a little wider, giving Jade more access. Jade obliged, sucking gently on first one side and then the other before giving him one last kiss and moving his way back up toward his tip. Smith re-applied some lube to his finger and began working Davey open again. Davey moaned softly. Smith noticed that he loosened up much more quickly this time. He was able to push a finger in without much resistance.
This was the dangerous part-breaking through the barrier that was holding Davey back from his release. Smith steadied one hand on Davey’s knee.
“Ready?” he asked Jade, who nodded, tightening his hold on Davey’s hip. Adam and Hunter braced themselves as well.
Davey felt the change in the others and lifted his head just in time to see Jade’s mouth close around him and slide down his length, taking him all the way in. At the same time, Smith pressed down hard on the pleasure spot deep inside him, sending an electric shock through his system. Davey nearly screamed from the simultaneous attack. His body jerked violently in Adam’s arms, and Adam had to duck out of the way as Davey’s head slammed backward from arching his back.
“Steady, easy now,” Adam coaxed in his ear as Davey came back down and began to shake uncontrollably. It pained him to see Davey like this, but they had to overcome his body’s resistance somehow; otherwise, it would simply adjust to the level of stimulation and they would be back to square one.
Jade had known that Davey was going to jump, so he had managed to move with him, using his hand at the base of Davey’s cock to keep himself from choking. He didn’t let go despite the bone-crushing grip Davey had on his other hand, and he immediately began working his mouth along Davey’s length.
“Keep going; don’t let him recover,” Smith ordered as he rubbed the spot that made Davey’s inner muscles clench around his finger.
Hunter pressed his forehead to Davey’s, holding Davey’s eyes with his and trying to stabilize his breathing. Davey was panting harshly and biting down to keep from crying out.
“Breathe with me, Davey. Come on,” he urged, leading him through it with deep breaths.
Davey kept his eyes locked with Hunter’s as if they were his lifeline. He thought he was going to pass out from the tension tearing him apart. Jade’s mouth and Smith’s touch were pushing him faster and harder, past all reason and into the realm of pure sensation, but still his body wouldn’t let go. He had run into an insurmountable wall. He made a despairing sound as he reached futilely for release.
Jade and Smith doubled their efforts at his cry, Smith watching Davey’s face anxiously to make sure they didn’t lose him. They were getting closer; he could feel it. They just needed a little more to push him over the edge.
Tears welled in Davey’s eyes as his need built to an unbearable level. His body still would not let him come. His mind was screaming that they weren’t going to make it, they weren’t going to reach him this time. His legs strained as he alternately rocked himself deeper into Jade’s throat and impaled himself on Smith’s finger so that he would hit that spot again and again, desperation in every move.
Adam held him close, cradling him in his arms. “Come for us, Davey. Let go,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing along Davey’s neck. “Please.”
Something broke open inside Davey. He arched up as if electrified and he hung suspended in the air for a split second that seemed to stretch to infinity, cradled in nothingness like the held breath just before the unleashing of the storm. His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide and unseeing.
A single tear escaped, the first type of physical release his body had allowed him in days. The first drop before the crumbling of the dam.
Then everything erupted out of him in a devastating flood and he screamed. Hunter covered his mouth with his, trying to give him an anchor, but Davey spiraled out of control, crashing down as his body released everything it had been holding back. Tears poured from his eyes as his climax wracked his body uncontrollably. He cried out as he shot spurt after spurt of hot seed into Jade’s mouth, his body wringing from him every last bit of himself. Then he collapsed, shaking and sobbing helplessly, completely wrecked.
“Shhhhh…you did well, Davey,” Adam soothed, holding him and rocking him gently as he cried and shook. “You did very well.”
Hunter bent to kiss away his tears. Davey was so vulnerable, it made his heart ache. He gingerly took Davey in his arms when Adam handed him over so he could get up. It felt like the softest blow at this point would cause him to shatter beyond repair. Hunter brought him carefully to the floor and lay down next to him. Davey clung to him like a small child, pressing his face into his chest as all his pent-up emotions continued to pour out of him. Hunter wrapped an arm protectively around him, pulling him close, and let him cry himself out.
Smith and Jade, meanwhile, had cleaned themselves up and lay down beside them. Adam brought over some rolled up hoodies to use as pillows and a pair of loose shorts for Davey. He pulled Davey’s shoes and pants off and put the shorts on him to keep him warm. Then he curled up around Davey as well and added his warmth.
Surrounded by warm bodies, Davey soon stopped shaking and the tears gradually died out. He took a shaky breath, but he felt free for the first time in days. Finally, he could rest. Encircled by the love of his four closest friends, he knew he was going to be alright.
[End]