rocking with him. “God, Jake. You feel good.”
Jake bit down on the skin in his mouth, want unfurling in his belly. He met Tor thrust for thrust, his cock full and heavy, the sound of Tor’s breathing and the feel of Tor’s hands on his ass making him ready to spread his legs again.
“No way, Taggart,” Tor whispered. “You’ll be lucky if you can walk straight in the morning.”
Jake groaned and rubbed up against Tor, a little harder, a little faster. “What then?”
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“Anything else you want. Fuck me, sixty-nine, hand job, whatever. But I’m not gonna fuck you until I see you walking okay, and I’m not letting go long enough to find out if you’re ready now.”
Jake grinned. “You’re so fucking romantic.”
“Shut up. You want to get off, or not?”
“Yeah. Want to suck your cock, Tor.”
Tor made a happy sound and ground against him, reaching for a rubber. A few short moments later Jake was on his knees, Tor standing in front of him, his hand slowly stroking Tor’s cock as he nuzzled heavy balls.
It didn’t take long to get down to business, Jake hungry for the feeling of Tor in his mouth. He could concentrate this time, where he couldn’t really with Ben, and he played his tongue around the head of Tor’s cock before making a tight seal with his lips and starting to suck. He rolled Tor’s balls in his fingers, sucking harder every time Tor’s grip on his shoulders tightened.
His own cock was heavy between his thighs, aching with need as Tor groaned softly above him, but he tried his best to ignore it, focussing on making Tor fly. He couldn’t take Tor in as deeply as he wanted to, but he’d do what he could. He licked and sucked, pressing his tongue into the slit at the tip of Tor’s prick.
“Oh fuck, Jake.” Tor was breathless, his voice needy. Jake made a soft noise in response, his own shaft throbbing at the sound.
He sucked hard, again, taking long pulls as he moved up and down Tor’s erection. He played with Tor’s balls, now drawing up, and moved back, teasing at Tor’s hole with one finger.
“Jesus. Gonna blow—”
Jake moaned, hating the rubber, wanting the taste of Tor’s come, to feel Tor shooting into his mouth, down his throat. Tor groaned, coming hard enough that his legs shook and the grip on Jake’s shoulders got painful.
Jake kept playing, softer now, easing Tor down, until he finally let him slide from his mouth.
Tor sank down and grabbed a hold of him, kissing him hard. One of Tor’s hands went to Jake’s prick and two quick tugs later Jake was coming, spunk spilling over Tor’s hand.
They kissed some more, not saying anything as they moved back into their sleeping position, and Jake didn’t even notice when he drifted off, the kisses flowing and slowing until he was asleep.
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~*~*~
Ben woke him up with a shove and a far-too-happy-for-this-early-in-the-morning voice.
“Jake, you’re missing the show.”
Jake pried an eye open, entirely unwilling to face the day. He was sore and tired and why was Ben there, anyway? He remembered when he got his other eye open.
Jeff and Tor were going at it like nobody’s business, all roaming hands and open mouths as they fucked. Jeff was pushing hard into Tor, holding Tor’s legs up and open, while Tor was curled nearly in half so he could shove his tongue down Jeff’s throat.
It was surreal. The night before, the day before—all of it. So Jake did the only thing he could think of. He reached over and grabbed a couple more rubbers and tossed one to Ben. “C’mon. No way we should miss this.”
Ben grinned, one hand still stroking his hard on, the other reaching for the foil packet.
“What are we doing?”
“Daisy chain.” Jake rolled a condom onto his own wood and stood up. “Me in Jeff, you in me. Jeff in Tor.”
“Fucking hell, you are,” Tor said. “Can you even walk?”
“Fuck off, I can walk fine. And I can fuck just fine, too.” Jake knelt down behind Jeff,
Jake bit down on the skin in his mouth, want unfurling in his belly. He met Tor thrust for thrust, his cock full and heavy, the sound of Tor’s breathing and the feel of Tor’s hands on his ass making him ready to spread his legs again.
“No way, Taggart,” Tor whispered. “You’ll be lucky if you can walk straight in the morning.”
Jake groaned and rubbed up against Tor, a little harder, a little faster. “What then?”
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“Anything else you want. Fuck me, sixty-nine, hand job, whatever. But I’m not gonna fuck you until I see you walking okay, and I’m not letting go long enough to find out if you’re ready now.”
Jake grinned. “You’re so fucking romantic.”
“Shut up. You want to get off, or not?”
“Yeah. Want to suck your cock, Tor.”
Tor made a happy sound and ground against him, reaching for a rubber. A few short moments later Jake was on his knees, Tor standing in front of him, his hand slowly stroking Tor’s cock as he nuzzled heavy balls.
It didn’t take long to get down to business, Jake hungry for the feeling of Tor in his mouth. He could concentrate this time, where he couldn’t really with Ben, and he played his tongue around the head of Tor’s cock before making a tight seal with his lips and starting to suck. He rolled Tor’s balls in his fingers, sucking harder every time Tor’s grip on his shoulders tightened.
His own cock was heavy between his thighs, aching with need as Tor groaned softly above him, but he tried his best to ignore it, focussing on making Tor fly. He couldn’t take Tor in as deeply as he wanted to, but he’d do what he could. He licked and sucked, pressing his tongue into the slit at the tip of Tor’s prick.
“Oh fuck, Jake.” Tor was breathless, his voice needy. Jake made a soft noise in response, his own shaft throbbing at the sound.
He sucked hard, again, taking long pulls as he moved up and down Tor’s erection. He played with Tor’s balls, now drawing up, and moved back, teasing at Tor’s hole with one finger.
“Jesus. Gonna blow—”
Jake moaned, hating the rubber, wanting the taste of Tor’s come, to feel Tor shooting into his mouth, down his throat. Tor groaned, coming hard enough that his legs shook and the grip on Jake’s shoulders got painful.
Jake kept playing, softer now, easing Tor down, until he finally let him slide from his mouth.
Tor sank down and grabbed a hold of him, kissing him hard. One of Tor’s hands went to Jake’s prick and two quick tugs later Jake was coming, spunk spilling over Tor’s hand.
They kissed some more, not saying anything as they moved back into their sleeping position, and Jake didn’t even notice when he drifted off, the kisses flowing and slowing until he was asleep.
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~*~*~
Ben woke him up with a shove and a far-too-happy-for-this-early-in-the-morning voice.
“Jake, you’re missing the show.”
Jake pried an eye open, entirely unwilling to face the day. He was sore and tired and why was Ben there, anyway? He remembered when he got his other eye open.
Jeff and Tor were going at it like nobody’s business, all roaming hands and open mouths as they fucked. Jeff was pushing hard into Tor, holding Tor’s legs up and open, while Tor was curled nearly in half so he could shove his tongue down Jeff’s throat.
It was surreal. The night before, the day before—all of it. So Jake did the only thing he could think of. He reached over and grabbed a couple more rubbers and tossed one to Ben. “C’mon. No way we should miss this.”
Ben grinned, one hand still stroking his hard on, the other reaching for the foil packet.
“What are we doing?”
“Daisy chain.” Jake rolled a condom onto his own wood and stood up. “Me in Jeff, you in me. Jeff in Tor.”
“Fucking hell, you are,” Tor said. “Can you even walk?”
“Fuck off, I can walk fine. And I can fuck just fine, too.” Jake knelt down behind Jeff,
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