Kinda I want to
He can’t see his face from the position he’s in, but he can just perfectly picture his man’s wanton expression, the craving lust dripping from his heavy lidded eyes. He knows he’s eager, hungry for him, waiting for this wild ride to begin. Instinctively, Matt arches his back, raising his buttocks in his lover’s direction, offering the full view of his sex to his covetous stare and avid mouth. He can taste Brian’s desire in the heavy air surrounding them.
Lucky ones, they are. Matt’s more than sure about that. As he patiently waits for the descent of his lover’s tongue on his skin, Matt subconsciously wanders back at their first times together, when awkward lust and loving shyness blended together in a mix of something perfect, a chemistry that shone through everything they did, from music to sex and everything in between. He’s positive that theirs is one of those relationships born under a lucky star, adamantly founded on solid gold feelings, a trusting pact, an indissoluble bond, the closest thing to perfection that he’s ever experienced, true fuckin’ love. They’d been together for ages, for ever for all Matt can recall. Every stage of their relationship had flown so effortlessly into the next that he couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment they had crossed the final barrier between friendship and love, if there had ever been one. Still, there was no such thing as routine in what happened between them. Every intimate encounter, each single gesture between them still maintained the fresh and euphoric taste of novelty.
Indeed, the feeling of Brian’s hands on his naked cheeks, kneading, massaging, spreading the taut flesh suddenly brings him back to the present with a shudder of anticipation. It’s time, it’s now. Seconds later, his lover’s tongue settles, hot and wet, at the top of the crease between his buttocks, skimming lightly over the sensitive, thin skin, each nimble lick half an inch lower, a centimeter closer to its final destination. Matt slides down on his elbows and spreads his knees a little wider to give his lover even better access. There’s no shyness in what Brian’s doing, he himself sighs in delight as he expertly moistens the tip of his tongue before gently resting it on Matt’s hole, barely pressing over it. The sheer pleasure arising from that simple action is enough to tear a groan out of Matt’s lips, to send a shiver down his spine. His head drops forward, his eyes slide shut as Brian’s tongue delves further in, pushing past taut muscle, lewdly twirling inside of him.
The pleasured moans Brian manages to arouse from Matt resonate loudly on the bare walls of the hotel room and are perfectly matched in volume by those of the man whom they’re sharing the bed with, who’s kneeling naked in front of them watching the couple in action, their guest for the night. Alex.
A sharp twinge of impatient expectancy ignites a fire deep in Matt’s groin as he remembers that they’re not alone. He’s fully aware of the exceptionality of the moment, his heartbeat quickens its pace at the prospect of things to come. He knows Brian’s just excited as he is, even though it’s not about him, this time. It’s not the first time they’d involved a third party in their games, there have been other people, though not many, mostly girls and always Brian’s preys. Tonight, it’s different. They know him, he knows them, he’s their equal and Matt’s been the hunted one. Alex’s courtship has been relentless, he pestered Matt with messages and emails for months, always finding a way of hanging around him, on the bus, backstage, wherever. The greek had always been very open in showing his interest in the fellow singer, despite knowing about his relationship with Brian. Matt always shied away from Alex’s assaults, never replying to his texts, declining countless invites to dinner, even refusing to spend too much time alone with him, but deep down he was profoundly flattered by the younger man’s attentions. There was no use in denying he considered Alex a very attractive man, he objectively was. Blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, a body that could easily hold his own against Matt’s, energy seeping from every pore, he had soon begun to star in many of the singer’s fantasies. Brian of course knew everything about it, since Matt never hid anything from him, but he never expressed his opinion on the matter. He never showed jealousy, never tightened his strings on Matt, simply because he knew there was no need to. He knew Matt would have never acted on his impulses without his consent. At last, seeing that Alex was showing no intention of backing down, he gave him it. One night, completely out of the blue, Brian had suggested that they should call Alex, ask him to join them, give him the time of his life, once and for all. Matt had sternly refused, at first, not wanting to risk anything to potentially damage their relationship, but Brian knew just which buttons to push, and soon he’d given in. He’d actually become quite excited at the prospect of one of his wildest fantasies coming to life in Brian’s presence, once he thought the whole thing through. It goes without saying that the Atreyu frontman eagerly accepted the offer.
That brought them to tonight.
A tattooed finger joins Brian’s tongue on his ass and Matt’s hips buck forward, his head snaps back and passion literally fills his vision. At the sight of such a suggestive tattoo, of the foundation of his feelings scribbled black on white and of Alex’s hand wrapped around his cock, his mouth begins to water.
Passion, passion, passion. Real, tangible, feelings written on flesh, sweat and ink. The tattoo on Alex’s stomach entices him, it beckons him, makes him want to lick every curve of every letter, every curl, every line.
So he does.
He reaches his lips forward, he lets his tongue slip out on the pale, taut skin of his friend’s stomach, his lips brush the contours of the intricate design of the wing on Alex’s hipbone, he places a kiss inside the loop of the elegant P. He moves to taste every other letter, he takes his time. He leans all of his weight on one elbow as he blindly raises his other arm up, replacing Alex’s hand with his own. He shifts his gaze from the tattoo, he looks down as he starts to move his hand on the hardened shaft. He licks his lips at what he sees.
Another digit penetrates him and his fingers tighten around the heated flesh offered to him, steadily caressing the smooth skin. He feels blue eyes burning down on him, he knows Alex is shifting his gaze from his hand to the show Brian’s putting up for him, he can tell from the breathy gasps leaving the vocalist’s bulky neck, they match the steady and unparallel rhythm of the thrusts of Brian’s tongue and the stroking of his hand.
Alex’s cock feels strange under his fingers, it pulses in time with his accelerated blood flow, it’s at the same time familiar and completely uncharted, so different from Brian’s and yet so similar. The novelty of it all turns him on beyond belief. It’s shorter that Brian’s, but thicker, sturdier. It perfectly matches his owner, unfolding from short, blond hair, shielded by smooth golden skin, it stands straightly and firmly erect, proud and steel hard.
It’s also uncut and the wrinkled foreskin curling softly around its engorged head oddly fascinates Matt. He can smoothly pull the excess skin forward and back over the crown, the total absence of friction between his hand and the shaft feels different, new, arousing. Brian pushes a third finger inside of him and the sheer pleasure of being filled involuntarily makes him shift his body forward, finally closing the gap between his mouth and Alex’s cock. He closes his eyes as he slips his tongue between the soft excess of skin and the swollen head, savoring the taste of another man for the first time in his life. Sharper, muskier, unbelievably exciting. He dares to play with it, he sucks the loose skin into his mouth as he pushes his tongue under the sensitive frenulum. The action makes Alex gasps a sharp breath and he can’t hold back a satisfied groan. Brian promptly answers with a moan of his own and Matt shivers in delight.
He runs his full lips further down on Alex’s cock, he feels the blond man’s hands on his shoulders, digging deeper into his skin with every inch he manages to swallow. He takes up a nice pace, he lets Brian’s fingers and tongue dictate the rhythm of the blow job, slow, steady, unhurried. He’s already so hard it almost hurts. The lustful call pulling at him from his crotch becomes unbearable, so he lets go of his grip on Alex’s cock to reach down and take his own erection into his hand. Brian stops him before he can reach it, squeezing his fingers over his stomach. Matt’s whimper turns into a needy moan as the older man’s whisper exhaled against his opening sends riveting shocks of pleasure coursing inside of him.
“Not yet, baby. Be patient…”
Eventually, Brian removes his fingers and tongue from him and Matt shivers at the loss. He tries to compensate the sudden feeling of emptiness by opening his mouth wider, taking in almost all of Alex’s cock, humming his pleasure around it when he feels it hit the back of his throat. Brian’s sultry voice reaches him from a corner of the room.
“Wanna fuck him, Varkatzas?”
Alex shudders hard under his lips and Matt looks up just in time to catch Alex nervously nod his answer towards Brian, who’s currently standing behind them at the bottom of the bed, in all his naked, lean, glorious perfection. He’s got a condom in one hand, a purple tube of Astroglide in the other and the devious, promising smirk he’s sporting manages to draw a smile on Matt’s lips, despite the mouthful.
Brian slowly crawls back on the bed, running the tip of his fingers all along Matt’s spine, from his ass to his neck, then up a straight line on Alex’s chest, stopping briefly to tease one of his small, pert nipples. Matt hollows his cheeks and sucks a little bit harder around the cock in his mouth as he watches Brian grab Alex’s chin, tilt his head towards him and bring their lips together in a searing kiss.
“I wouldn’t let just anyone do that, you understand?”
Alex’s eyes clearly show just how much he’s intimidated by the guitarist but he proudly manages to hold his gaze as Brian’s fingers retrace their previous path on his chest until they come to rest under Matt’s chin, ungluing his lips from his erection and pulling him up to their level. Brian leans in to kiss his lover deeply, but his eyes never leave Alex’s blue ones.
Matt’s flattered by his lover’s silent territorial claim, he buries his face in Brian’s neck, reassuringly clutching his arms around his torso, sucking on random patches of skin and smiling to himself as the older man sensuously rolls the condom over Alex’s cock then carefully lathers it with the cool transparent gel.
Alex’s hand reaches up to cup the back of Matt’s head and the two men find themselves face to face for the first time that night. Alex’s eyes are full of unmasked desire as he leans in to kiss Matt, finally fulfilling his long lived dream. Matt kisses back with honest eagerness but he can’t help but notice how different it feels from kissing Brian. Weirdly, given the fact that minutes earlier he had another man’s cock in his mouth, he feels almost guilty at the thought of sharing such an intimate action with someone else than his partner. As if on cue, Brian’s comforting hand comes up to gently stroke his cheek. A sideways glance, a glimpse of Brian’s aroused smile gives him all the answers he needs. He groans in the kiss, closes his eyes again and welcomes Alex’s tongue with his own.
Before they both get too lost in the kiss, Brian intervenes, maneuvering Matt’s body around until he’s standing on his knees, his back to Alex’s chest. He takes both of Matt’s hands in his, intertwining their fingers, and locks his gaze with his lover’s.
“You want him, baby?”
Matt simply answers with a dimpled kiss and a nod so Brian flickers his eyes back to the other man’s, granting him the ultimate permission.
“Be gentle, Alex.”
The loud moan ripping from Matt’s trained vocal chords as Alex pushes his cock inside of him in one single, smooth slide is promptly swallowed by Brian’s lips descending upon his.
From that moment on, everything in Matt’s perception fades into pure, blinding ecstasy. Alex’s breath is hot on his neck, his low grunts of pleasure fill Matt’s ears, his hands are everywhere. One moves to circle his torso, pulling him backwards over his broad chest, the other dives down to grab a hold of his throbbing, neglected cock, stroking it in rapid and effective motions. Brian’s lips are on him as well, sucking hard at the sensitive skin of his neck, while his hands are on his buttocks, holding them apart for Alex to thrust deeper into him. His lover’s erection is hot on his skin, it rubs on his lower stomach every time Brian rolls his hips down against him. The greek’s cock stretches him wider than he’s used to but the added burning sensation is all but displeasing, especially when coupled with the sharp, blazing, all consuming explosions of pleasure he feels every time his prostate is jabbed at. Matt rests one of his hands on Brian’s hip, reveling in feeling it swaying under his fingers, and brings the other arm up to hook behind Alex’s neck. His head rolls back on the younger man’s shoulder and the pace of the intercourse increases as the lips of the two men who are taking care of him move in sync over Matt’s neck, drawing closer and closer to each other until they finally meet a mere inch over the singer’s skin.
Matt feels Alex’s hand stretch over Brian’s cock too, grabbing both of their erections and rubbing them together between their stomachs as he kisses the guitarist deeply right in front of his ardent glare. He can’t resist, he pulls his head back up from the singer’s shoulder and dives right into the kiss, savoring both men’s lips at once. His partners immediately divert their attention from each other to Matt, taking turns in kissing him, plunging their tongue inside his mouth, alternating in licking his lips, his neck, his ears. Their bodies move together in opposite directions, thrusting into him and onto him at the same agonizing, perfectly coordinated pace. The pleasure’s rapidly becoming too intense, Matt’s racing towards the edge of his climax at a furious pace, faster than he’d ever experienced. Indeed, when he feels Brian’s hand join Alex’s on his cock, their fingers twining over his erection, stroking him together, he just lets go. His orgasm washes over him with blinding pleasure, his whole body shudders as white hot sparks explode behind his eyelids and warm streaks of come dribble down onto his partners’ united hands. Brian’s moans are loud and uncontrolled and make up for Matt’s hindered cries of pleasure, effectively muffled by Alex’s tongue in his mouth.
He doesn’t have the time to fully ride out his climax, though, because neither Brian nor Alex are stopping their ministrations on his almost completely spent body. They let go of his cock but they both keep moving against and inside him as if nothing happened. Brian brings his hand up to Alex’s mouth and the singer greedily sucks the soiled fingers in his mouth, and Alex reciprocates raising his own hand to Brian’s lips. They thoroughly lick each other fingers clean under Matt’s unfocused gaze, reveling in the weak, yet constant stream of small moans still leaving the man’s full lips. Alex’s voice sounds nothing short of unreal as it drips hot and lusty into his ear.
“Suck him off for me, beautiful?”
Matt’s sure his limbs have irremediably turned to gelatin but, while he watches Brian laying down on his back in front of him, his spread legs framing his flushed, rock hard cock, the pull that beckons him towards his lover is overwhelming. He manages to peel himself from Alex’s chest, moving to rest on his hands and knees over Brian’s body. One of the singer’s hands clutches his hip in a vicious grip and the other slides down to rub Brian’s thigh, caressing all the skin Matt’s lips are not covering.
Brian’s taste is familiar on his tongue, his moans sound like music to his ears as he skillfully jounces his head in his lover’s lap, in time with Alex’s unrelenting shoves. He manages to slip two fingers between his lips and Brian’s cock, wetting them as much as he can before smoothly pushing them inside of the guitarist’s body, his experience infallibly guiding him towards the sensitive bump of flesh he’s looking for.
He can feel just how close to his orgasm Brian is, so he wastes no time with useless teasing. He sucks hard on the head of his cock and mercilessly dabs at his prostate, almost ignoring the searing waves of pleasure Alex’s thrusts are still causing him. He gets so lost in concentration that when Alex’s fist closes once again on his still hard dick he can’t help the violent jerk that rattles his hips and the loud yelp of surprise he lets out around Brian’s length. The sudden movement proves to be too much for the guitarist, his back arches off the bed as he comes hard into his lover’s mouth, his hand seizing Alex’s one still resting on his leg, pulling him down to crash over Matt’s back.
The greek’s stamina finally starts to falter. His thrusts become erratic, he’s panting and gasping and scraping his lips over Matt’s shoulders, his eyes slide close and with one final, deep shove against Matt’s hips he comes too, the unceasing and frantic jerking of his hand on Matt’s cock pulling the other man over the edge too and once more.
It takes Alex a few moments to eventually ride his orgasm out and roll away from Matt’s panting form, allowing him to slump down on Brian’s equally spent body. The three men lay in silence for a while reveling in the unbelievable afterglow, finally surrendering to exhaustion. All Alex would like to do at that point is to roll over on his stomach and pass out but when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees how Matt smiles as Brian wraps his arms around him, how contentedly he sighs when he rests his head on his chest as the guitarist tenderly rubs his back, he realizes he has to leave.
He silently rolls out of bed, shyly turning his back to the couple on the bed as he peels the condom off and collects his scattered clothes, only bothering to throw on his faded jeans.
He turns back only when he’s already halfway out of the door.
Matt’s already fast asleep, but Brian’s looking at him. There’s no intimidation anymore in his stare, though, only gratefulness. Alex smiles fondly, sure that his own thankfulness is seeping from his eyes, relieving him from the burden to voice it. He still feels like he has to say something and he lets his pride speak up for him.
“You’re one lucky motherfucker, Haner.”
Brian smirks knowingly, tightening his grip around Matt’s shoulders.
“See you around, Alex.”