Nathan Barley threesome smut!!
Here it is -- the Nathan Barley piece I promised. Pingu/Jones/Dan PWP!! I've been a bit nervous about posting this as it is very very naughty indeed and very graphic, but since the absolute filth of the spanking fic got even more response than the fic with a plot and stuff (don't get me wrong, this is a very, very good thing ^_^) I decided to just write what I like -- everyone else seems to like it too!!
So, without further ado -- THREESOME SMUT!!
Title: In His Hands
Author: rather_shy
Rating: NC-17, or M if you prefer the other rating system.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Nathan Barley, or Dan, or Jones, or Pingu. This is purely for fun and tinglings in secret places. If I owned Dan, I wouldn't share. And I probably wouldn't be writing about him, either. ^_^
Word Count: 4,582
Pairing: Pingu/Jones/Dan
Warnings: Graphic, graphic smut!! It’s a total PWP, of course. Slightly kinky, Dom!Dan and Sub!Jones and Pingu. (I really have a bit of a thing for Dom!Julian, wink wink.)
Summary: Pingu meets Dan and Jones in a club, and much smuttage ensues!! Beta-ed by the very wonderful planetbanjo. :D :D
I swore under my breath as I groped in my pocket for my lighter, realising it was gone. That meant I’d either have to go without the smoke or heaven forbid, ask someone for a light. I stomped back to the bar, irritated, and cast my eyes around the room looking for someone who didn’t look like a serial killer or out of their head on drugs.
The only people I could see who looked vaguely sane, sober and normal were a scary looking, painfully thin girl, a really fat bloke - and then I saw Dan Ashcroft sitting in the corner next to a pretty bloke with dirty blonde hair and huge blue eyes. They were both smoking, Dan flicking his lighter on and off absentmindedly. Well, I knew him, anyway - what’s the worst he could do?? Swallowing my shyness, I walked over to their table and asked quietly,
“Hey, Dan, could I possibly borrow that fire, please??”
Dan smiled slowly and for a moment I thought he was coked up too, but his eyes were sober. He patted the seat on the other side of him.
“Sit down,” he said, and I did so, placing my cigarette in my mouth so I could slide in behind the table to perch beside him. Before I knew it, he has leaned forward and lit my cigarette. I took a drag, then removed it from between my lips and smiled.
“Thank you,” I said. At that moment I noticed where Dan’s hand was - inching up the other man’s leg towards his crotch. The other man seemed not even to notice this - in fact, he leaned across Dan’s lap and extended an elegant white hand towards me.
“Jones,” he said as I took it and shook gently. He met my eyes, and I was astounded - he had the largest eyes I have ever seen, and they were blue, beautiful, pale, intense blue. In fact, all of him was beautiful. Dan slung his arm around his shoulders, his hand closing around Jones’ arm and stroking softly - and then it hit me - they were a couple. Jealousy surged through me and I took another fierce drag on my cigarette.
“Pingu,” I said, and let go of Jones’ hand with a slight smile. I averted my eyes as Dan’s hand moved back to Jones’ thigh and began rubbing softly through the incredibly tight black jeans he had on. I looked at his hand, watching it move further and further up until it was cupping Jones’ crotch. An annoying little voice at the back of my mind, and an even more annoying twinge in my belly were telling me I wished I were the one in Dan’s hand. I sighed and tried to ignore them, moving further under the table to hide any evidence of the annoying twinges. Jones looked at Dan, a slight smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, and then nodded towards me. I had no idea what was going on now, what he’d just indicated to Dan, so I felt a bit uncomfortable.
“Pingu, I know you,” said Dan slowly, “And we’ll be angry with ourselves forever if we don’t ask you this.” I stared at him, unsure and a bit frightened of what he was going to say. “We’ve been looking to bring a third person into our….” Dan indicated the space between him and Jones, “And you’re here, and you’re…. striking, and, well….”
“Basically,” said Jones, leaning across Dan again, “We want you.”
Shit.
My body really, really wanted to say yes.
My mind was telling me not to be so fucking stupid.
I couldn’t even answer, the two sides conflicting so much my brain felt like it would fall out of my head. I opened and shut my mouth like a goldfish as Dan’s dark eyes and Jones’ enormous blue ones looked at me expectantly. They were both so beautiful, and god, I wanted to say yes - curiosity and desire together, begging me to throw myself at their mercy. But common sense and sanity were standing in my way.
“I’d love to.... I really would, but.... I’m sorry, I just can’t,” I bit out, regretting the words as soon as they’d left my lips, and turning to leave. I walked back over to the bar, cursing myself, and ordered glass after glass of white wine. Images filled my head of Dan and Jones together, kissing, touching…. fucking…. in my mind I saw Jones’ milk-white thighs wrapped around Dan’s broad hips, I could hear them moan each other’s names. I downed the sour pale liquid faster, trying to chase the images away.
**
At 3.30am I stood up, my knees shaky from all the booze, and attempted to wind my way through the crowd of surging bodies moving in time to the music.
A hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my yell, and another brushed my hair from my neck. I struggled madly, attempting to turn to face my assailant, but to no avail. I felt the man’s hands clamp on my waist, stopping me from moving. My cry caught in the back of my throat as I felt someone press their mouth against my neck, soft, wet lips and the prickle of a beard and moustache against my skin.
“Shh, shh, shh....” my assailant whispered, “You’re not in danger....”
And someone stepped in front of me. Jones. His face was so beautiful, it almost hurt to look at it. I immediately let myself go limp and inhaled sharply as his hands joined…. Dan’s - it had to be… on my waist.
“Let go of me.” I hissed, to neither or to both of them. My body felt like it was turning to liquid in their hands - liquid metal. I struggled again, half-heartedly, but they held me fast. Jones’ huge blue eyes penetrated me, rendering me helpless. My mind was racing, trying to find some way to justify my wanting this so much. The hands around my waist whipped me around roughly - and it was indeed Dan in all his glory. I felt Jones’ body press up against my back and knew I couldn’t resist them. I couldn’t help it - my lips parted and a moan fought it’s way out of my throat as I felt Jones nestle into the crook of my neck, his hot breath against my skin. His lips and teeth caressed my collarbone and my knees buckled, but the two men held me up. Dan brought up his hand and cupped my cheek.
“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?? Such a beautiful boy….” Jones whispered. I couldn’t tell if he was mocking or not. I gasped, and tried to say something, but Dan pressed his finger to my lips, then moved forward to claim my mouth in a filthy kiss, sucking my tongue into his mouth. His beard scratched against my cheeks, tickling and stinging slightly, which only made it better. I willingly kissed him back, moving my tongue around his, and Jones’ hands crept from my waist to my chest, covered by my stupid black shirt. Jones’ hand caressed my chest, and the fingers of his right hand forced their way between my shirt buttons to touch my chest. I gasped again as I felt, rather than heard Jones moan against my neck, but Dan shook his head.
“No.” he whispered firmly. “Not yet.”
They half led, half dragged me outside and into a darkened, almost pitch black alley beside the club. Dan began to unbutton my jeans discreetly, while Jones touched my face gently before deftly flicking all the buttons on my shirt open. He kissed me hard, almost fucking my mouth with his tongue. The contrast of his smooth skin after Dan’s bristly beard made me whimper into the kiss as Jones pulled the shirt away from my chest and then bent his head to flick his tongue against my left nipple. One of his hands crept to brush the hair away from my forehead and caress my cheeks and neck, and the other stroked across my stomach.
“I know you’ve been thinking about us since you saw us,” Dan hissed as he gripped my thighs roughly. “You’ve been imagining things, haven’t you?? Things like THIS - ”
He let go of me, grabbed onto Jones instead, and Jones kissed him. It was like a kiss from a porn film - not that I’ve seen many of them - their lips hardly touched but their tongues swirled around each other’s heatedly. One of them moaned breathlessly, I couldn’t tell which, and I whimpered, sick with longing, feeling myself harden even more inside my boxers. They broke apart, and Dan looked at me knowingly.
“How did you feel when you imagined us fucking?? Did you get hard??” Dan asked me, taking hold of me from behind again, parting my thighs roughly. Jones was still in front of me, closer now. His hands raked through my hair, and I could feel Dan’s hands running up and down my inner thighs. I arched into their touch.
“Yes....” I moaned, unable to stop myself. It was as if I was hypnotised, unable to stop. Jones bent his head to kiss me again, a kiss from heaven, and I felt Dan’s fingers touch my erect cock.
“Well, well,” Dan murmured, “You are hard.”
He lightly ran his fingers up and down my clothed erection. I moaned into Jones’ mouth and dared to reach up and tangle my hands in his jet black hair, stroking it through my fingers as he devoured my mouth and shuddered in pleasure.
“You’re fucking amazing, you are....” Jones murmured when he broke away from lack of air, quietly, so Dan couldn’t quite hear, and claimed my mouth fiercely again. I couldn’t help the fact that my hips were bucking into Dan’s hand. I couldn’t believe it, but I wanted it so much. Jones was kissing my neck again, his teeth raking my skin. I wanted to cry with frustration. I could hear his fast, heavy breathing as he licked and kissed over my collarbones, leaving trails of saliva all over my chest and neck.
“Jones,” Dan snapped his fingers. I sighed as Jones‘ divine mouth left my neck as he looked up at Dan. Dan reached around me to take Jones’ hand and pressed his palm to my cock. “He wants you, Jones,” he whispered, sounding like he was taking the piss, as Dan does a lot of the time - but he so wasn’t taking the piss. “Go on…. give him what he wants.” He stepped back, allowing Jones to press himself against me. I moaned a little, loving the feeling of another man’s body against mine. I could feel his clothed erection pressing right against my groin. His hand ran down my back to my arse, pulling me closer; he groaned low in his throat and began to rock his hips against mine, grinding his hardness against me. It felt so good I began to tremble, hooking my arms around Jones as I hid my face in his neck.
“Now, how does that feel??” Dan asked, smirking. I wasn’t sure which one of us he was addressing, but when Jones didn’t answer, I assumed it was me. I opened my mouth and gasped, unsure if I could form a coherent sentence. Jones’ hardness rubbed me in all the right places and I was sure that if he carried on much longer I would…. Dan’s smirk curled wider and he reached out a hand to stroke Jones’ hair. Jones purred, arching his neck back into the touch, and he asked me,
“Could you come like this??”
“Enough!!” Dan snapped. “Stop, Jones. We can’t fuck him here.” His words sent a something that felt like an electric shock through my body. My breathing was quick and ragged as Jones buttoned up my shirt and jeans, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone. We began to walk off into the night. I was dazed - I could feel the evidence of my arousal rubbing against the prison of my trousers as I walked in between the two men. Oh God, I wanted them. In that moment, with alcohol rushing through my bloodstream, I would have let them take me in the middle of a busy street… I imagined what they were going to do to me - I could hardly stand it.
Dream-like, I saw Dan open the door to a bedroom and then close it again. I heard the click of a key in the lock, and then both men were on me, stripping me of everything I wore. I felt myself waking up again from the dream-like state as Jones’ hands played around my thighs as he took down my trousers and boxers, letting them pool around my feet and then helping me step out of them, while Dan unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall from my body. He ran his hands over my stomach and chest and pressed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. Then he pulled Jones close to him. I watched as they undressed each other, resisting the urge to touch myself. God, they were beautiful. They were teasing me - unbuttoning each other’s shirts excruciatingly slowly. Even through their trousers, I could see how hard they both were. I inhaled sharply as two shirts fluttered to the floor. They kissed each other softly, and then Dan began removing Jones’ belt, while Jones did the same to him. They were smiling as they loosened their trousers, I’m sure they knew how much I was enjoying their show. I swallowed nervously as the trousers came off, and then couldn’t help but whimper. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - they were just so beautiful. They made me want to cry and laugh and dance and kill myself all at once.
I was taken by surprise as Dan grabbed hold of my hips and threw me onto the bed. Jones lay down beside me and I reached out to stroke the curves of his shoulders, chest and stomach as Dan chuckled. I let my hand trail lower and lower but I didn’t quite dare touch Jones - they were in control. I wanted to kiss him so badly, feel his tongue against mine, and run my hands through his hair again. Our lips were millimetres apart - we were breathing in each other’s breath. Jones’ hand stroked circles on my belly, nearing where I needed him the most. I tried to arch into his touch discreetly.
“You want it, don’t you??” Dan asked, standing grandly by the foot of the bed. He was the one in control here, I realised. I looked up at him, and saw that his mouth was twisted in an amused smirk. “Kiss him.” he told Jones - and Jones put his mouth in mine. His arms encircled me and pulled my body tight against his. I moaned into the kiss as my erection pressed up against his thigh. My hands grasped at his dark hair, wanting to feel all of him, wanting everything… Jones’ kiss was so intense, I writhed against him as I felt his hand on my arse, pressing me to him. Then his hand hovered for a moment, before slipping between our bodies. I cried out as his fingers curled around my hardness, and my hips surged into his touch.
“Ah, ah, ah!!” Dan made reprimanding noises as he reached down to seize Jones’ wrist and stop him from touching me. I whimpered at the loss of contact as Dan smartly slapped Jones’ wrist. “When I say.” he reminded us. Then he leaned down and, pressing his lips to Jones’ ear, he whispered something I couldn’t hear. Jones rolled over so he was lying flat on his back. Dan seized a handful of my hair and pushed my face close to Jones’ hardness. I closed my eyes and bit my lip - I could smell his arousal, which caused my own to increase.
“Touch him.” Dan ordered, releasing his grip on my hair. Gladly, I thought, but didn’t dare say it, and curled my hands around Jones’ throbbing erection. Jones inhaled sharply and his hips bucked a little into my hands. As I swallowed and began to slide my hands up and down his shaft, he threw his head back on the pillows, his beautiful neck stretching out, his back arching.
“You must be a natural at this.” Dan remarked. “Lick him.”
Shocked at his bluntness but aroused by it nevertheless, I slipped between Jones’ legs and pressed my lips to the tip of his cock tentatively. I wasn’t sure exactly how to go about this, but he cried out, back arching again, so I took him fully into my mouth, swallowing him to the hilt, almost choking myself. His taste was wonderful - sharply bitter and almost metallic, and my mouth began to water. I ran my tongue all over him, grazing my teeth against the underside of his cock. I could hear him moaning, and I could hear Dan’s breathing quickening above me. I averted my eyes and did my best to look up at him - his hair was messy, covering half his face, and his hand was circling his own erection. My heartbeat quickened at this sight and I increased my speed, tightening my lips around Jones’ cock.
“Stop that.” Dan demanded, tangling his hand in my hair again and yanking me away from Jones. “Suck me instead.”
“God, yes....” I whispered, lurching forward to engulf Dan’s cock in my eager mouth. Now I was on hands and knees. He groaned quietly through his teeth, and I heard him say “Touch him, Jones.”
I felt Jones’ elegant hand slip between my legs. My body shuddered as his fingers delicately stroked my shaft. I tried not to move against his hand, but I couldn’t help it - I wanted him to touch me so badly it hurt. He teased me for a few more moments before curling his hand firmly around me and beginning a slow, torturous rhythm. I could feel him pressing up against my arse, running his other hand up and down my back - I cried out his name around Dan’s cock and he groaned too from the vibration of my throat. But then he stepped away.
“Stop.” he said cruelly, but Jones continued, rocking my body back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of his fist. I let myself go limp, my head falling to the mattress, and moaned,
“Oh God, Jones....”
“I said stop!!” Dan hissed, leaping onto the bed and tearing Jones’ hand from between my legs. “Look at me!!” he said, addressing me. I knelt up, my hair all over my face, my eyes heavy with arousal. “What are we going to do with you??” I said nothing as Dan kissed me before demanding that I hook my legs over Jones’ shoulders. I did so, realising that my groin was now dangerously close to Jones’ beautiful mouth.
“Don’t you dare!!” Dan snapped as Jones’ head dipped towards my erection. Dan pressed his face into my neck. I threw my head back onto his shoulder as he nodded to Jones, who darted out his tongue and circled my cock with the very tip of it.
“Fuck....” I choked as Jones’ hands caressed my hips and thighs, his mouth moving down my shaft, and Dan chuckled against my neck.
“Wash your mouth out with soap!!” he breathed, and then sank his teeth right into my neck. I screamed - partly because I was completely unprepared for the bite and partly because Jones had taken me to the hilt in his divine mouth. Dan sucked harshly at my neck, seemingly determined to leave a mark. I arched my back, moaning both their names, and Dan pressed his finger to my lips again.
“Shh, shh, shh.” he whispered. “Go on, Jones.” I felt the warmth of Jones’ mouth leave me and he crawled up my body, looking into my eyes. Softly, he leaned in to kiss me and once again I reached into his silky hair. He touched his tongue to my lower lip and I opened my mouth to let him in. The kiss was passionate - I felt my whole body begin to tingle as Jones rubbed his tongue gently against mine. He began to tip me back, his mouth still in mine, so my head was in Dan’s lap. Jones’ hand ran gently down my body, flicking over my nipple, causing it to harden again, and then his hand continued it’s tickling path down my belly and between my legs. I shivered deliciously and my back arched a little. Dan placed his hands behind my shoulders, making me kneel up slightly, and gently turned my head so he could kiss me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, reminding me who was the boss. As if I needed reminding. I kissed back willingly, relishing the difference between his harsh, dominating, scratchy kiss to my bruised lips and Jones’ loving gentle one trailing down my stomach. Dan’s hands crept around my body to stroke my chest again, as Jones’ mouth engulfed me again. I gasped and threw my head back, my body screaming that I needed release, and soon. And they were the only ones who could give it to me.
“Please....” I murmured. I didn’t care how they did it - I didn’t care how rough they were - I just wanted them filling me, in me, on me, all over me. Jones sucked hard, his hands on my hips, and I could feel myself getting closer. I almost sobbed when Dan signalled to Jones and they both broke contact with me. “Oh, god.” I choked instead, knowing I could just reach down and bring myself off with a few quick strokes, but I didn’t dare.
“Sit up,” Dan ordered, and I did so, watching him through wet eyes as he moved off the bed, leaving the room and then Jones’ hand was cupping my face gently and he was pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to my swollen lips. I moaned, wanting more, but Dan’s voice sailed in from another room, telling us in no uncertain terms not to touch each other. Jones continued kissing me until Dan came back into the room carrying a tube of something. He threw it onto the bed beside us and grabbed me by the hips, smashing his mouth into mine, his teeth biting at my swollen lips. He’d kissed me so many times now that my cheeks felt sore from his beard continuously rubbing roughly over them.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled against my lips. Those words alone were enough to make my cock twitch. He pushed me onto my hands and knees again. “Jones - touch yourself.” he commanded, and I opened my eyes to watch Jones’ hand wrap around his hardness, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he started to stroke himself.
“I’ll be gentle,” said Dan from behind me, in a somehow warning voice, as if I dared to complain he would stop being gentle immediately. I gasped in pain as I felt his slippery finger enter me - he knew I hadn’t done this before, and he was being gentle - but it was still a shock. I wanted it so much, I forced myself to relax, keeping my eyes on Jones, who was now moaning softly as he stroked himself faster. Lost in the sight, I yelped when Dan slipped in a second finger, scissoring them around. I scrunched up my face, knowing I needed this but terrified at the same time. After a few moments, it started to feel better, and I let out a tiny little moan. They seemed to take this as a sign that I was ready - Jones smiled slyly over my shoulder at Dan and knelt up in front of me.
Dan gripped his erection, covering himself with lube, and slipped inside me like a knife into warm butter, making me whimper and bite my lip hard. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back so I was kneeling up, his chest against my back, and I tipped my head to rest on his shoulder, his hands on my hips. I hissed in pain and then moaned their names, and somehow that made it better. Dan rained kisses on my neck and shoulders, muttering something I couldn’t hear, while Jones kissed my mouth repeatedly. It felt incredible - Dan was gentle, giving me time to adjust to being connected this way, and Jones’ mouth made it’s way down my chest, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. And finally, his lips were on my hardness. I gasped as he looked up at me with those huge eyes, stormy with lust, and slowly let me slip right to the back of his throat.
“Uugh....” I groaned as he moved up and down, sucking hard, combining with the incredible feeling of Dan filling me, moving slowly in and out. I knew I wouldn’t last - the torturous excitement of the evening had all been too much. I threw my head back onto Dan’s shoulder and he pressed a kiss to my lower lip as I let out a strange sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan.
“So close already??” Jones murmured, pausing for a second to look up at me before trailing a slow, hot lick up my shaft. I wondered how he could tell, and wanted to tell him I’d been close for hours, but I couldn’t speak. All I could do was gasp as I came copiously down Jones’ throat. Dan inhaled sharply next to my ear and then hissed in pleasure, biting down on my shoulder hard and then kissing the mark he’d probably made. I felt Dan withdraw from me, causing me to hiss with pain. Jones smiled and leaned back on the pillows, and I lay back, sated and ecstatic, watching Dan part Jones’ legs and slip between them, entering him swiftly. Jones’ body stiffened and Dan leaned down to kiss him as his hips began to move. I saw Jones’ toes curl as Dan’s tongue traced his lips before plunging into his mouth, much as they had done in the alley, but it was more intense this time, and Jones moaned and writhed under the larger man, his nails scratching down his back, leaving scarlet lines.
Dan’s hand slid between their bodies and I leaned to the side so I could watch him wrap his hand around Jones’ straining cock and stroke him firm and fast as he thrust harder. They were still kissing, tongues entwined, saliva glistening on their lips. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen and I was instantly hard again. I blushed at how easily they had corrupted me, and stared as Dan’s hips thrust once, twice, before he groaned loudly, releasing inside Jones, and in almost the same second Jones made a noise somewhere between a sob and a wail, and I looked on, fascinated, as he spilled himself into Dan’s hand. They kissed again, softly now, lovingly, and I felt a pang of jealousy - they were so in love, and although I had seriously enjoyed being - dare I say it?? - ravished by them, I wished I could be part of that, too.
I heard Dan chuckle as he rolled off of Jones’ lean, muscular body.
“Well, now what are we going to do with you??” he grinned wolfishly.
THE LIVIN’ END
Hope everyone has a nice cold shower. :: runs and hides ::
So, without further ado -- THREESOME SMUT!!
Title: In His Hands
Author: rather_shy
Rating: NC-17, or M if you prefer the other rating system.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Nathan Barley, or Dan, or Jones, or Pingu. This is purely for fun and tinglings in secret places. If I owned Dan, I wouldn't share. And I probably wouldn't be writing about him, either. ^_^
Word Count: 4,582
Pairing: Pingu/Jones/Dan
Warnings: Graphic, graphic smut!! It’s a total PWP, of course. Slightly kinky, Dom!Dan and Sub!Jones and Pingu. (I really have a bit of a thing for Dom!Julian, wink wink.)
Summary: Pingu meets Dan and Jones in a club, and much smuttage ensues!! Beta-ed by the very wonderful planetbanjo. :D :D
I swore under my breath as I groped in my pocket for my lighter, realising it was gone. That meant I’d either have to go without the smoke or heaven forbid, ask someone for a light. I stomped back to the bar, irritated, and cast my eyes around the room looking for someone who didn’t look like a serial killer or out of their head on drugs.
The only people I could see who looked vaguely sane, sober and normal were a scary looking, painfully thin girl, a really fat bloke - and then I saw Dan Ashcroft sitting in the corner next to a pretty bloke with dirty blonde hair and huge blue eyes. They were both smoking, Dan flicking his lighter on and off absentmindedly. Well, I knew him, anyway - what’s the worst he could do?? Swallowing my shyness, I walked over to their table and asked quietly,
“Hey, Dan, could I possibly borrow that fire, please??”
Dan smiled slowly and for a moment I thought he was coked up too, but his eyes were sober. He patted the seat on the other side of him.
“Sit down,” he said, and I did so, placing my cigarette in my mouth so I could slide in behind the table to perch beside him. Before I knew it, he has leaned forward and lit my cigarette. I took a drag, then removed it from between my lips and smiled.
“Thank you,” I said. At that moment I noticed where Dan’s hand was - inching up the other man’s leg towards his crotch. The other man seemed not even to notice this - in fact, he leaned across Dan’s lap and extended an elegant white hand towards me.
“Jones,” he said as I took it and shook gently. He met my eyes, and I was astounded - he had the largest eyes I have ever seen, and they were blue, beautiful, pale, intense blue. In fact, all of him was beautiful. Dan slung his arm around his shoulders, his hand closing around Jones’ arm and stroking softly - and then it hit me - they were a couple. Jealousy surged through me and I took another fierce drag on my cigarette.
“Pingu,” I said, and let go of Jones’ hand with a slight smile. I averted my eyes as Dan’s hand moved back to Jones’ thigh and began rubbing softly through the incredibly tight black jeans he had on. I looked at his hand, watching it move further and further up until it was cupping Jones’ crotch. An annoying little voice at the back of my mind, and an even more annoying twinge in my belly were telling me I wished I were the one in Dan’s hand. I sighed and tried to ignore them, moving further under the table to hide any evidence of the annoying twinges. Jones looked at Dan, a slight smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, and then nodded towards me. I had no idea what was going on now, what he’d just indicated to Dan, so I felt a bit uncomfortable.
“Pingu, I know you,” said Dan slowly, “And we’ll be angry with ourselves forever if we don’t ask you this.” I stared at him, unsure and a bit frightened of what he was going to say. “We’ve been looking to bring a third person into our….” Dan indicated the space between him and Jones, “And you’re here, and you’re…. striking, and, well….”
“Basically,” said Jones, leaning across Dan again, “We want you.”
Shit.
My body really, really wanted to say yes.
My mind was telling me not to be so fucking stupid.
I couldn’t even answer, the two sides conflicting so much my brain felt like it would fall out of my head. I opened and shut my mouth like a goldfish as Dan’s dark eyes and Jones’ enormous blue ones looked at me expectantly. They were both so beautiful, and god, I wanted to say yes - curiosity and desire together, begging me to throw myself at their mercy. But common sense and sanity were standing in my way.
“I’d love to.... I really would, but.... I’m sorry, I just can’t,” I bit out, regretting the words as soon as they’d left my lips, and turning to leave. I walked back over to the bar, cursing myself, and ordered glass after glass of white wine. Images filled my head of Dan and Jones together, kissing, touching…. fucking…. in my mind I saw Jones’ milk-white thighs wrapped around Dan’s broad hips, I could hear them moan each other’s names. I downed the sour pale liquid faster, trying to chase the images away.
**
At 3.30am I stood up, my knees shaky from all the booze, and attempted to wind my way through the crowd of surging bodies moving in time to the music.
A hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my yell, and another brushed my hair from my neck. I struggled madly, attempting to turn to face my assailant, but to no avail. I felt the man’s hands clamp on my waist, stopping me from moving. My cry caught in the back of my throat as I felt someone press their mouth against my neck, soft, wet lips and the prickle of a beard and moustache against my skin.
“Shh, shh, shh....” my assailant whispered, “You’re not in danger....”
And someone stepped in front of me. Jones. His face was so beautiful, it almost hurt to look at it. I immediately let myself go limp and inhaled sharply as his hands joined…. Dan’s - it had to be… on my waist.
“Let go of me.” I hissed, to neither or to both of them. My body felt like it was turning to liquid in their hands - liquid metal. I struggled again, half-heartedly, but they held me fast. Jones’ huge blue eyes penetrated me, rendering me helpless. My mind was racing, trying to find some way to justify my wanting this so much. The hands around my waist whipped me around roughly - and it was indeed Dan in all his glory. I felt Jones’ body press up against my back and knew I couldn’t resist them. I couldn’t help it - my lips parted and a moan fought it’s way out of my throat as I felt Jones nestle into the crook of my neck, his hot breath against my skin. His lips and teeth caressed my collarbone and my knees buckled, but the two men held me up. Dan brought up his hand and cupped my cheek.
“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?? Such a beautiful boy….” Jones whispered. I couldn’t tell if he was mocking or not. I gasped, and tried to say something, but Dan pressed his finger to my lips, then moved forward to claim my mouth in a filthy kiss, sucking my tongue into his mouth. His beard scratched against my cheeks, tickling and stinging slightly, which only made it better. I willingly kissed him back, moving my tongue around his, and Jones’ hands crept from my waist to my chest, covered by my stupid black shirt. Jones’ hand caressed my chest, and the fingers of his right hand forced their way between my shirt buttons to touch my chest. I gasped again as I felt, rather than heard Jones moan against my neck, but Dan shook his head.
“No.” he whispered firmly. “Not yet.”
They half led, half dragged me outside and into a darkened, almost pitch black alley beside the club. Dan began to unbutton my jeans discreetly, while Jones touched my face gently before deftly flicking all the buttons on my shirt open. He kissed me hard, almost fucking my mouth with his tongue. The contrast of his smooth skin after Dan’s bristly beard made me whimper into the kiss as Jones pulled the shirt away from my chest and then bent his head to flick his tongue against my left nipple. One of his hands crept to brush the hair away from my forehead and caress my cheeks and neck, and the other stroked across my stomach.
“I know you’ve been thinking about us since you saw us,” Dan hissed as he gripped my thighs roughly. “You’ve been imagining things, haven’t you?? Things like THIS - ”
He let go of me, grabbed onto Jones instead, and Jones kissed him. It was like a kiss from a porn film - not that I’ve seen many of them - their lips hardly touched but their tongues swirled around each other’s heatedly. One of them moaned breathlessly, I couldn’t tell which, and I whimpered, sick with longing, feeling myself harden even more inside my boxers. They broke apart, and Dan looked at me knowingly.
“How did you feel when you imagined us fucking?? Did you get hard??” Dan asked me, taking hold of me from behind again, parting my thighs roughly. Jones was still in front of me, closer now. His hands raked through my hair, and I could feel Dan’s hands running up and down my inner thighs. I arched into their touch.
“Yes....” I moaned, unable to stop myself. It was as if I was hypnotised, unable to stop. Jones bent his head to kiss me again, a kiss from heaven, and I felt Dan’s fingers touch my erect cock.
“Well, well,” Dan murmured, “You are hard.”
He lightly ran his fingers up and down my clothed erection. I moaned into Jones’ mouth and dared to reach up and tangle my hands in his jet black hair, stroking it through my fingers as he devoured my mouth and shuddered in pleasure.
“You’re fucking amazing, you are....” Jones murmured when he broke away from lack of air, quietly, so Dan couldn’t quite hear, and claimed my mouth fiercely again. I couldn’t help the fact that my hips were bucking into Dan’s hand. I couldn’t believe it, but I wanted it so much. Jones was kissing my neck again, his teeth raking my skin. I wanted to cry with frustration. I could hear his fast, heavy breathing as he licked and kissed over my collarbones, leaving trails of saliva all over my chest and neck.
“Jones,” Dan snapped his fingers. I sighed as Jones‘ divine mouth left my neck as he looked up at Dan. Dan reached around me to take Jones’ hand and pressed his palm to my cock. “He wants you, Jones,” he whispered, sounding like he was taking the piss, as Dan does a lot of the time - but he so wasn’t taking the piss. “Go on…. give him what he wants.” He stepped back, allowing Jones to press himself against me. I moaned a little, loving the feeling of another man’s body against mine. I could feel his clothed erection pressing right against my groin. His hand ran down my back to my arse, pulling me closer; he groaned low in his throat and began to rock his hips against mine, grinding his hardness against me. It felt so good I began to tremble, hooking my arms around Jones as I hid my face in his neck.
“Now, how does that feel??” Dan asked, smirking. I wasn’t sure which one of us he was addressing, but when Jones didn’t answer, I assumed it was me. I opened my mouth and gasped, unsure if I could form a coherent sentence. Jones’ hardness rubbed me in all the right places and I was sure that if he carried on much longer I would…. Dan’s smirk curled wider and he reached out a hand to stroke Jones’ hair. Jones purred, arching his neck back into the touch, and he asked me,
“Could you come like this??”
“Enough!!” Dan snapped. “Stop, Jones. We can’t fuck him here.” His words sent a something that felt like an electric shock through my body. My breathing was quick and ragged as Jones buttoned up my shirt and jeans, and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone. We began to walk off into the night. I was dazed - I could feel the evidence of my arousal rubbing against the prison of my trousers as I walked in between the two men. Oh God, I wanted them. In that moment, with alcohol rushing through my bloodstream, I would have let them take me in the middle of a busy street… I imagined what they were going to do to me - I could hardly stand it.
Dream-like, I saw Dan open the door to a bedroom and then close it again. I heard the click of a key in the lock, and then both men were on me, stripping me of everything I wore. I felt myself waking up again from the dream-like state as Jones’ hands played around my thighs as he took down my trousers and boxers, letting them pool around my feet and then helping me step out of them, while Dan unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall from my body. He ran his hands over my stomach and chest and pressed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. Then he pulled Jones close to him. I watched as they undressed each other, resisting the urge to touch myself. God, they were beautiful. They were teasing me - unbuttoning each other’s shirts excruciatingly slowly. Even through their trousers, I could see how hard they both were. I inhaled sharply as two shirts fluttered to the floor. They kissed each other softly, and then Dan began removing Jones’ belt, while Jones did the same to him. They were smiling as they loosened their trousers, I’m sure they knew how much I was enjoying their show. I swallowed nervously as the trousers came off, and then couldn’t help but whimper. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - they were just so beautiful. They made me want to cry and laugh and dance and kill myself all at once.
I was taken by surprise as Dan grabbed hold of my hips and threw me onto the bed. Jones lay down beside me and I reached out to stroke the curves of his shoulders, chest and stomach as Dan chuckled. I let my hand trail lower and lower but I didn’t quite dare touch Jones - they were in control. I wanted to kiss him so badly, feel his tongue against mine, and run my hands through his hair again. Our lips were millimetres apart - we were breathing in each other’s breath. Jones’ hand stroked circles on my belly, nearing where I needed him the most. I tried to arch into his touch discreetly.
“You want it, don’t you??” Dan asked, standing grandly by the foot of the bed. He was the one in control here, I realised. I looked up at him, and saw that his mouth was twisted in an amused smirk. “Kiss him.” he told Jones - and Jones put his mouth in mine. His arms encircled me and pulled my body tight against his. I moaned into the kiss as my erection pressed up against his thigh. My hands grasped at his dark hair, wanting to feel all of him, wanting everything… Jones’ kiss was so intense, I writhed against him as I felt his hand on my arse, pressing me to him. Then his hand hovered for a moment, before slipping between our bodies. I cried out as his fingers curled around my hardness, and my hips surged into his touch.
“Ah, ah, ah!!” Dan made reprimanding noises as he reached down to seize Jones’ wrist and stop him from touching me. I whimpered at the loss of contact as Dan smartly slapped Jones’ wrist. “When I say.” he reminded us. Then he leaned down and, pressing his lips to Jones’ ear, he whispered something I couldn’t hear. Jones rolled over so he was lying flat on his back. Dan seized a handful of my hair and pushed my face close to Jones’ hardness. I closed my eyes and bit my lip - I could smell his arousal, which caused my own to increase.
“Touch him.” Dan ordered, releasing his grip on my hair. Gladly, I thought, but didn’t dare say it, and curled my hands around Jones’ throbbing erection. Jones inhaled sharply and his hips bucked a little into my hands. As I swallowed and began to slide my hands up and down his shaft, he threw his head back on the pillows, his beautiful neck stretching out, his back arching.
“You must be a natural at this.” Dan remarked. “Lick him.”
Shocked at his bluntness but aroused by it nevertheless, I slipped between Jones’ legs and pressed my lips to the tip of his cock tentatively. I wasn’t sure exactly how to go about this, but he cried out, back arching again, so I took him fully into my mouth, swallowing him to the hilt, almost choking myself. His taste was wonderful - sharply bitter and almost metallic, and my mouth began to water. I ran my tongue all over him, grazing my teeth against the underside of his cock. I could hear him moaning, and I could hear Dan’s breathing quickening above me. I averted my eyes and did my best to look up at him - his hair was messy, covering half his face, and his hand was circling his own erection. My heartbeat quickened at this sight and I increased my speed, tightening my lips around Jones’ cock.
“Stop that.” Dan demanded, tangling his hand in my hair again and yanking me away from Jones. “Suck me instead.”
“God, yes....” I whispered, lurching forward to engulf Dan’s cock in my eager mouth. Now I was on hands and knees. He groaned quietly through his teeth, and I heard him say “Touch him, Jones.”
I felt Jones’ elegant hand slip between my legs. My body shuddered as his fingers delicately stroked my shaft. I tried not to move against his hand, but I couldn’t help it - I wanted him to touch me so badly it hurt. He teased me for a few more moments before curling his hand firmly around me and beginning a slow, torturous rhythm. I could feel him pressing up against my arse, running his other hand up and down my back - I cried out his name around Dan’s cock and he groaned too from the vibration of my throat. But then he stepped away.
“Stop.” he said cruelly, but Jones continued, rocking my body back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of his fist. I let myself go limp, my head falling to the mattress, and moaned,
“Oh God, Jones....”
“I said stop!!” Dan hissed, leaping onto the bed and tearing Jones’ hand from between my legs. “Look at me!!” he said, addressing me. I knelt up, my hair all over my face, my eyes heavy with arousal. “What are we going to do with you??” I said nothing as Dan kissed me before demanding that I hook my legs over Jones’ shoulders. I did so, realising that my groin was now dangerously close to Jones’ beautiful mouth.
“Don’t you dare!!” Dan snapped as Jones’ head dipped towards my erection. Dan pressed his face into my neck. I threw my head back onto his shoulder as he nodded to Jones, who darted out his tongue and circled my cock with the very tip of it.
“Fuck....” I choked as Jones’ hands caressed my hips and thighs, his mouth moving down my shaft, and Dan chuckled against my neck.
“Wash your mouth out with soap!!” he breathed, and then sank his teeth right into my neck. I screamed - partly because I was completely unprepared for the bite and partly because Jones had taken me to the hilt in his divine mouth. Dan sucked harshly at my neck, seemingly determined to leave a mark. I arched my back, moaning both their names, and Dan pressed his finger to my lips again.
“Shh, shh, shh.” he whispered. “Go on, Jones.” I felt the warmth of Jones’ mouth leave me and he crawled up my body, looking into my eyes. Softly, he leaned in to kiss me and once again I reached into his silky hair. He touched his tongue to my lower lip and I opened my mouth to let him in. The kiss was passionate - I felt my whole body begin to tingle as Jones rubbed his tongue gently against mine. He began to tip me back, his mouth still in mine, so my head was in Dan’s lap. Jones’ hand ran gently down my body, flicking over my nipple, causing it to harden again, and then his hand continued it’s tickling path down my belly and between my legs. I shivered deliciously and my back arched a little. Dan placed his hands behind my shoulders, making me kneel up slightly, and gently turned my head so he could kiss me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, reminding me who was the boss. As if I needed reminding. I kissed back willingly, relishing the difference between his harsh, dominating, scratchy kiss to my bruised lips and Jones’ loving gentle one trailing down my stomach. Dan’s hands crept around my body to stroke my chest again, as Jones’ mouth engulfed me again. I gasped and threw my head back, my body screaming that I needed release, and soon. And they were the only ones who could give it to me.
“Please....” I murmured. I didn’t care how they did it - I didn’t care how rough they were - I just wanted them filling me, in me, on me, all over me. Jones sucked hard, his hands on my hips, and I could feel myself getting closer. I almost sobbed when Dan signalled to Jones and they both broke contact with me. “Oh, god.” I choked instead, knowing I could just reach down and bring myself off with a few quick strokes, but I didn’t dare.
“Sit up,” Dan ordered, and I did so, watching him through wet eyes as he moved off the bed, leaving the room and then Jones’ hand was cupping my face gently and he was pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to my swollen lips. I moaned, wanting more, but Dan’s voice sailed in from another room, telling us in no uncertain terms not to touch each other. Jones continued kissing me until Dan came back into the room carrying a tube of something. He threw it onto the bed beside us and grabbed me by the hips, smashing his mouth into mine, his teeth biting at my swollen lips. He’d kissed me so many times now that my cheeks felt sore from his beard continuously rubbing roughly over them.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he growled against my lips. Those words alone were enough to make my cock twitch. He pushed me onto my hands and knees again. “Jones - touch yourself.” he commanded, and I opened my eyes to watch Jones’ hand wrap around his hardness, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he started to stroke himself.
“I’ll be gentle,” said Dan from behind me, in a somehow warning voice, as if I dared to complain he would stop being gentle immediately. I gasped in pain as I felt his slippery finger enter me - he knew I hadn’t done this before, and he was being gentle - but it was still a shock. I wanted it so much, I forced myself to relax, keeping my eyes on Jones, who was now moaning softly as he stroked himself faster. Lost in the sight, I yelped when Dan slipped in a second finger, scissoring them around. I scrunched up my face, knowing I needed this but terrified at the same time. After a few moments, it started to feel better, and I let out a tiny little moan. They seemed to take this as a sign that I was ready - Jones smiled slyly over my shoulder at Dan and knelt up in front of me.
Dan gripped his erection, covering himself with lube, and slipped inside me like a knife into warm butter, making me whimper and bite my lip hard. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back so I was kneeling up, his chest against my back, and I tipped my head to rest on his shoulder, his hands on my hips. I hissed in pain and then moaned their names, and somehow that made it better. Dan rained kisses on my neck and shoulders, muttering something I couldn’t hear, while Jones kissed my mouth repeatedly. It felt incredible - Dan was gentle, giving me time to adjust to being connected this way, and Jones’ mouth made it’s way down my chest, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. And finally, his lips were on my hardness. I gasped as he looked up at me with those huge eyes, stormy with lust, and slowly let me slip right to the back of his throat.
“Uugh....” I groaned as he moved up and down, sucking hard, combining with the incredible feeling of Dan filling me, moving slowly in and out. I knew I wouldn’t last - the torturous excitement of the evening had all been too much. I threw my head back onto Dan’s shoulder and he pressed a kiss to my lower lip as I let out a strange sound, somewhere between a whimper and a moan.
“So close already??” Jones murmured, pausing for a second to look up at me before trailing a slow, hot lick up my shaft. I wondered how he could tell, and wanted to tell him I’d been close for hours, but I couldn’t speak. All I could do was gasp as I came copiously down Jones’ throat. Dan inhaled sharply next to my ear and then hissed in pleasure, biting down on my shoulder hard and then kissing the mark he’d probably made. I felt Dan withdraw from me, causing me to hiss with pain. Jones smiled and leaned back on the pillows, and I lay back, sated and ecstatic, watching Dan part Jones’ legs and slip between them, entering him swiftly. Jones’ body stiffened and Dan leaned down to kiss him as his hips began to move. I saw Jones’ toes curl as Dan’s tongue traced his lips before plunging into his mouth, much as they had done in the alley, but it was more intense this time, and Jones moaned and writhed under the larger man, his nails scratching down his back, leaving scarlet lines.
Dan’s hand slid between their bodies and I leaned to the side so I could watch him wrap his hand around Jones’ straining cock and stroke him firm and fast as he thrust harder. They were still kissing, tongues entwined, saliva glistening on their lips. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen and I was instantly hard again. I blushed at how easily they had corrupted me, and stared as Dan’s hips thrust once, twice, before he groaned loudly, releasing inside Jones, and in almost the same second Jones made a noise somewhere between a sob and a wail, and I looked on, fascinated, as he spilled himself into Dan’s hand. They kissed again, softly now, lovingly, and I felt a pang of jealousy - they were so in love, and although I had seriously enjoyed being - dare I say it?? - ravished by them, I wished I could be part of that, too.
I heard Dan chuckle as he rolled off of Jones’ lean, muscular body.
“Well, now what are we going to do with you??” he grinned wolfishly.
THE LIVIN’ END
Hope everyone has a nice cold shower. :: runs and hides ::