Fantasy Fulfillment (Kevin/Joe/Nick)
I’d noticed it a few times now - the way Joe would stand in the doorway of the studio, just out of sight, and watch Nick play piano. Of course, when Nick was playing, he wouldn’t have noticed him anyway; he got into a zone that no one could break him from. So he never would have noticed the way Joe looked at him, with this dazed expression in his eyes like he was somewhere far away.
It only took me a little while to figure it out - exactly why Joe always got that look when he was watching Nick play piano. It was the same look he got when I wore this one pair of jeans that were probably just a bit too small - like he was going to jump him any second.
Joe had a fetish for that damn piano.
And, that was just incredibly fun for me. I mean, as soon as I realized it, I knew I had to do something to make it worthwhile. Nick, of course, had no idea that Joe even watched him when he played, nevertheless got off on… whatever he thought about when he watched him.
So, I decided, one day, when I walked up the stairs and heard Nick playing, and therefore knew that Joe would be watching him like a voyeur in a corner near one of the doors to the room, that I was going to make his fantasy come true. Joe was going to fuck Nick on this piano if I had anything to say about it.
There were three doors into the studio - one from the hallway, one from my room and one from Joe’s. It was one of those deals where they were supposed to be three connected bedrooms, and sometimes, that’s how it was, when Nick spent late, late nights in the studio and ended up crawling into one of our beds instead of going across the hall to his own room. But, anyway, Joe was standing in the hallway, and I knew from experience that it was so he could say that he was “just passing by” if anyone asked him why he was standing there.
So, I ducked into my room and kicked off my shoes and jacket, pausing for a moment just inside my doorframe and watching Nick play. His eyes were closed, his fingers were gently gliding across the keys with no real melody to be heard. It was obvious why Joe got so entranced with him. Nick had this intensity about him, with everything he did, even when we had sex, especially when we were having sex. He had this way of looking at me like I was the most important person in the world, the only person in the world.
I could see Joe too, from my vantage point here, though I knew he couldn’t see me, and it was almost funny that I was creating a whole scenario based on Joe’s obsession with watching Nick, and here I was watching both of them in the same way.
But, unlike Joe, I wasn’t planning on just standing here watching. I was going to make something happen. I moved into the room, casually, like I was just going to join Nick or ask him how things were going. I could feel Joe’s eyes on me, but I intentionally ignored him, pretending I didn’t know he was there. Nick didn’t notice me until I slid onto the bench beside him, and only then when I pressed up against his side. His fingers paused, and he smiled up at me. “Hey, darling.”
I slipped my arm around his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “What’re you working on?” I murmured against his skin, smiling when he leaned in against my side. “Anything special?”
He shook his head, closing his eyes and tipping his head to the side when I started trailing kisses down his neck. “Not really. Just messing around. Seeing if something comes to me…”
“Then, how about taking a break?” I breathed against his ear, my free hand curling around his upper thigh and squeezing gently. “See if anything comes to you in a different way…”
His voice caught somewhere between a giggle at my stupid pun and a groan at my suggestion. “What did you have in mind?”
I chuckled at the question, letting my fingertips follow the inseam of his jeans, trailing them up his zipper, just to catch the pull between my index and middle fingers and pull it down. The sound seemed to echo. I knew Joe could hear it from where he was standing. “What do you think?”
His breathing sped up, almost imperceptibly, because I knew he was trying to keep himself under control, and part of me had a feeling that Nick had his own fetish for his instruments. “Kev…”
My hands left his pants and moved to his t-shirt, and gently, I tugged it off, dropping it on the floor behind us. He was always so compliant and perfect when he knew I wanted him to be. He was so in-control of most of the things in his life; I’m pretty sure he liked giving up some of his ability to decide things for himself. I’m guessing it was easy with me, since he knew I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt him.
He pressed himself up against me again immediately, and my fingers rubbed at him through his boxers. He mewled softly, just the way I liked, that always turned me on, no matter what. “Kevin…”
I smiled again, and I could practically see Joe shifting in his corner, desperate to come closer, to join us, but that would give away the fact that he’d been watching us. If he was patient just a little longer, I would be inviting him over. Nick lifted his hips enough for me to push his pants and boxers down and off.
Nick could be so eager, when I least expected it; it was one of the things I loved about him. Here he was, completely naked and pressing up against me, and it had only taken me a few moments to get him there. I lifted him up, quickly enough that he squeaked in surprise, and the piano gave an annoyed thundering sound when his heal hit against the keys. He stared down at me from his place on top of the instrument, and I groaned at the sight of him - legs spread, breathing hard, desperate and waiting for it. And, I wished I had a camera; it really was so hot to have him on top of his piano like this.
I unbuttoned my pants to ease the pressure a little bit before pulling the bench closer to him. My hands settled on the insides of his thighs, parting his legs just a little bit more, and I took him into my mouth. My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned softly. Really, I loved doing this, especially for Nick, because he made sure I knew he loved it.
He was usually pretty quiet, and when we were having sex or fooling around, it wasn’t any different unless it was really intense, and usually it had to be all three of us for that to happen. Right now, his breathing had shifted, quickened again, and I wasn’t looking at him, but I knew how he looked - leaning on one elbow, staring down at me with lidded eyes. His fingers were combing through my hair, like he was encouraging me or telling me I was doing it just right.
I was smiling as I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, because I knew Joe had the most perfect view of Nick right now, sprawled out on the piano like a little slut, just waiting to be fucked by him. “Kev…”
I loved it when Nick said my name like that, like he was asking for something, and I immediately bobbed my head, taking as much of him into my mouth as possible and sucking earnestly, my fingertips rubbing teasingly against his entrance. The actions earned me a grateful moan, and his hips rolled. My eyes lifted to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, and now that I was looking at him, I could hear the little mewls of pleasure falling from his lips. His gaze met mine suddenly, and I knew by the way his eyes were just a little darker than normal that he was close. I pushed a finger into him, dry, and he lurched in surprise at the intrusion, sending the tip of his cock into the back of my throat, and I swallowed, knowing just how to please him.
He gave a small cry in surprise, and in another moment, my mouth was filled with his cum. Before I could actually swallow, I was yanked off of him and to my feet and was spun around, and there was a mouth against my own. I knew it was Joe immediately, just by the needy way his tongue was lapping Nick’s cum out of my mouth like it was candy. It was only a matter of time before he joined us; he didn’t have enough willpower to wait for an invitation. I groaned, cupping his ass and jerking our hips together. His arms snaked around my neck, his leg curling around mine, and we pushed our erections together through our clothes, sharing a heated Nick-flavored kiss all the while.
Another discordant sound from the piano pulled us apart, and we looked over at Nick, and found him with his head thrown back, his legs spread wide, feet resting on the piano keys, his hips rolling down against the three fingers he’d pushed into himself. He was hard again - the picture of slutty, glorious perfection.
Joe chuckled softly, shaking his head and shedding his clothes as quickly as he could without tripping all over himself. “Kev, lose the clothes.” My eyebrows shot up at his tone, and I did as I was told, watching as he manhandled Nick onto his stomach, his knees on the keys, clawing the top of the piano like it would keep him from falling. Joe climbed up on top of him, straddling his thighs and leaning over him to nip at the back of his neck. I heard him murmur something like, “Going to fuck you so good, Baby J…” against Nick’s ear; the words only made me harder. He looked over at me. His eyes were the same color as Nick’s when he was turned on. “Kev, up on the piano. He has a mouth; he’s going to use it.”
I groaned, stepping up onto the bench and then crawling onto the piano, settling in front of Nick with my legs apart. Getting to fuck Nick’s mouth was almost as amazing as getting to fuck his ass. He just had this perfect timing; he knew just when to moan, just when to swallow, just how to suck and what to do with his tongue; I honestly think he was the King of Blowjobs.
My fingers fisted in Nick’s hair, and I pulled him down on my cock. His hot little mouth went right to work, and he gave a choked moan that I felt all the way through me when Joe pushed into him. We rocked together easily, as easily as we had a hundred times before, but this was different, because it was fantasy fulfillment, and I wondered vaguely if Joe realized that I’d planned this just for him.
It was strange, the way the sounds of it all were running together - my own harsh breaths, Nick’s soft muffled mewls of pleasure, Joe’s moans and loud whispers of “Fuck” and “Yes, oh, god,” as well as the sound of the piano keys reacting to my brothers’ knees shifting as they fucked. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Nick took everything like a pro, and Joe was bracing his hands on the piano, his fingers curled against the smooth white surface, his mouth near our brother’s ear, and I could only imagine the kinds of nasty things he was whispering to him.
It was no surprise that Nick came first. He was always first, and the sight of his cum all over his beautiful white piano was so hot. Joe picked up his pace, gasping, his head thrown back, and I knew that feeling well, the way Nick was just so much tighter when he was coming. It didn’t take long for both of us to join him, and Joe collapsed on top of Nick, panting, and I watched Nick as he dutifully swallowed it all when I came too.
Joe pushed himself up on the piano next to Nick, then crawled over to where I was sitting. I wrapped my arm around his waist, and he leaned down close to Nick, to speak in his ear. “You’d better clean it up, Nicky…”
Nick glared at him, but there were very few things he wouldn’t do when he was told to at times like this. So he slid back and went to work lapping his own cum off the piano, and Joe groaned, pressing a kiss to my cheek and watching him. “I love you so much.”
I beamed at him. “Yeah, I know.”