What You Need

12. Oliver

TWELVE

OLIVER

Vegas was exhausting. They met up with Dylan when he was done with his conference requirements for the day, the lights of the strip sparkling all around them. There was so much energy in Vegas at all times that it was hard to feel your exhaustion.

“Let’s run you a bath,” Leon said when they finally made it back to their hotel room. Dylan had his gifted sunglasses on top of his head, and Oliver thought he looked so fucking adorable.

Oliver nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Dylan said, heading into the bathroom.

“I want a shower like this one,” Oliver said as Leon pressed a kiss to his forehead and started helping him undress. “In my house. All the time.”

“It’s pretty useful,” Leon said.

“Feels like a good thing for us to have, right?” Oliver asked. He was tired, and yeah, maybe he was implying that the three of them needed this shower back home. Not just him and Dylan.

“I certainly enjoyed it last night.”

Oliver hummed as Leon glided his hands over his skin, removing his clothes piece by piece. Oliver wasn’t as desperately horny as he’d been when they had arrived in Vegas. He’d started his day with an amazing blowjob and then been fucked against the window of their hotel room as soon as Dylan was free, before they went out to have fun together. But he knew where things were headed, and he was happy about it. He was basking in the time he got to spend with Leon.

“Should be good to go,” Dylan said, coming out of the bathroom. “Keep the door closed to keep the steam in.” He gave Oliver a kiss on the cheek and settled into a chair between the bed and the glass wall separating the tub and bathroom from the rest of the room.

Leon pulled his own clothes off as they headed in and wrapped Oliver in a hug as the steam from the bathtub enveloped them. He kissed him, long and deep, until Oliver started getting hard. Sure, he wasn’t desperately horny, but he also wasn’t dead.

The bathroom smelled like lavender. There had been a little vial of bath oil by the tub that Dylan must have dumped in when he ran the bath.

Leon stepped into the tub and held a hand out for Oliver, steadying him as they adjusted to the temperature.

“Hot.” Oliver laughed, resting his hands on Leon’s ribs. They were usually so swept up in getting naked and fucking quickly that Oliver never had enough time to admire Leon’s body. He was beautiful, chiseled from time spent at the gym to help destress from long, tough hours at work. Leon’s pecs were beautiful, full and soft with the same dusting of hair that went down his chest to his stomach, culminating in a dark happy trail to his cock. He had thick thighs and a tight ass, and Oliver couldn’t stop looking.

“Let’s sit down, darling,” Leon said, fitting himself against the back of the generous, high-backed tub and holding Oliver’s hand again as he followed suit, lounging against Leon’s chest. Leon’s hands stirred the water around them and it undulated as tiny waves rippled around them. “Are you going to relax?” Leon asked, already knowing that Oliver had a hard time doing so.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“You know that giving you pleasure is the most pleasing thing for me.” He nudged Oliver’s chin to the side just enough to kiss him. Oliver surrendered.

“Fine,” he said, closing his eyes as Leon’s hands wandered over his skin. Oliver shivered as the wet trails Leon left over his bare skin evaporated. He sighed, and the echoes of the sound reverberated through the room.

Leon’s hands touched him everywhere, from his knees to his scalp, and Oliver was ready to fall asleep. Until Leon’s fingers found the little pink buds of his nipples.

He gasped, feeling the vibration of the pleased sound Leon made in response. Oliver’s nipples were always a lightning bolt to his dick.

Leon used his deft fingers to pinch and pull, tease and touch. Oliver already knew his nipples were rock hard, pebbled and pert. They made him self-conscious, but Dylan had always loved them, and now Leon was showing the same sort of intrigue. When Oliver finally opened his eyes to look, they were puffy and red already.

He whined, the sound swirling around them. Leon’s erection pressed into his lower back.

“Someday, I’ll spend hours sucking on these,” Leon said. “You’re going to have to pry me off them with the Jaws of Life. Every single time I touch myself, I think about your tight hole and these pretty nipples.”

“Really?” Oliver asked, feeling small in Leon’s arms. He didn’t really believe him. He knew Leon had a spank bank large enough to fill an entire sex wiki. He didn’t need images of Oliver to get off.

“I haven’t been able to think of a single thing other than you in months,” Leon whispered, trailing kisses down the side of his neck as he continued to play with Oliver’s nipples. He mixed up light touches with firm pinches and quick little flicks that made Oliver strain in Leon’s arms, chest pushing into Leon’s hands as he worked. He was panting, his cock so hard it ached.

Oliver gasped. “You make me feel so good.” A bit of guilt rocked through him that he couldn’t similarly tell Leon he was all Oliver could think of, due to the man on the other side of the glass wall from them, who had his dick out and his phone in his hand, taking photos or videos for when they were apart again.

“That is the goal of my life,” Leon said, his words heavy with a gravity that made Oliver melt.

“Too much,” Oliver whined as Leon’s fingers clamped down on his nipples once more. Leon let up, rolling the nubs between his fingers again. Oliver was overwhelmed as his arousal built throughout his entire body. He felt his climax approach the moment before it happened, digging his fingers into Leon’s thighs even tighter as his body jerked in the water. A splash of water fell over the edge of the tub as Leon kept working on his nipples. Oliver grabbed his cock to soothe it through the unexpected orgasm, using his other hand to brush Leon’s hands away from his chest. There was a pearly swirl in the bathwater.

“Hooooooly fuck, you sexy little thing,” Leon said, pressing kisses behind his ear. Out of the corner of his eye, Oliver could tell Dylan just came too, looking as overwhelmed as Oliver felt.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Oliver said. He wanted to be in bed asleep immediately, he was so wrung out.

“Your body is so fucking incredible.” Leon squeezed Oliver’s arms, then ran his hands up to Oliver’s shoulders. “Do you want to get out?”

Oliver had a drifty thought about Leon, who he could feel was still hard, but he was too exhausted to take any action.

Leon slid him forward enough to slip out from behind him and climb out of the tub. He dripped, bare-ass naked, across the bathroom to grab a robe, but instead of putting it on, he held it out for Oliver.

This man.

Oliver got out of the tub and let Leon wrap him in the thick, fluffy robe. Leon tied the front closed and gave Oliver a kiss on the nose, then he grabbed a bath towel for himself and perfunctorily dried himself off, erection continuing to rage. Oliver didn’t know what his plan was for it, but he knew there was one.

The rest of the room was chilly as Oliver came out of the steamy bathroom, and Dylan greeted him with that big post-sex-with-Leon smile.

“I could watch him make you come a thousand times,” Dylan said, pressing a kiss to the back of Oliver’s hand. Dylan was tucked back into his pants, the evidence of cleaning up after his orgasm already gone.

Leon sauntered out of the bathroom with the normal cocky stride that Oliver assumed came from the fact that he was packing. Dylan’s eyes went straight to his erection, standing proud. Leon was so comfortable naked. It was impressive. Oliver only felt comfortable naked in front of Dylan. Well, and now Leon.

“You want this?” Leon asked, a little surprise in his voice. Oliver assumed he was talking to him, but when he flicked his gaze back up to Leon’s face, he wasn’t looking at Oliver. He was looking at Dylan.

“Yeah,” Dylan breathed, quiet like he might shatter something if he spoke any louder.

“You can come get it,” Leon said, crooking a finger to him. Dylan didn’t even make it to his feet, collapsing out of the chair he was sitting on straight to his knees and crawling the short few feet toward Leon.

Oliver sat down on the edge of the bed, a little surprised at the turn of events but not at all upset.

“You want this?” Leon asked again, quieter. He was really checking in, not just giving a sexy taunt.

“Yes,” Dylan said, voice getting stronger. He turned to Oliver, eyebrows asking the question.

“I am more than fine with watching my two favorite boys put on a little show for me,” Oliver said. He propped himself up against the hotel’s generous number of pillows as he watched Leon gently take hold of Dylan’s jaw, thumbing his lower lip.

“Can you deepthroat, Dylan?” Leon asked, the edge of command back in his voice.

“Yes,” Oliver answered for him eagerly. “He’s very good at what he does.”

“Well then. We’re just going to have to put that to the test now, aren’t we?”

Dylan nodded, like he couldn’t figure out the right words to say. He just opened his mouth, the pink tip of his tongue sticking out.

Leon gave himself a squeeze and a bit of a stroke before he fed his cock to Dylan.

Oliver had been on the receiving end of hundreds of blowjobs from Dylan. He knew how good it felt to be in that mouth, and from the look on Leon’s face, he wasn’t taking it for granted.

Dylan sank back on his heels, and Leon pressed in farther, moaning as Dylan’s mouth enveloped him. From the angle Oliver was sitting at, he could see the way he breached the top of Dylan’s throat—the little bulge that appeared there.

“Fuck,” Leon sighed as Dylan took deep breaths through his nose. “After watching Olly come from just me touching his nipples, I’m not going to last very long here.”

“Maybe you’ll have to give him another chance later too, then,” Oliver said, unable to stop chattering away.

“I’d like that,” Leon said, hand still under Dylan’s jaw as he started pumping in and out of his mouth. Dylan groaned around him, his head tipped up so Leon could get the right angle as he continued to fuck Dylan’s throat.

Dylan moaned, and Oliver saw Leon shiver as the sound vibrated around him. He pulled out so they could both take a breath.

“You’ve given Oliver so many blowjobs, haven’t you?”

“Yeah.” Dylan nodded, pulling another fresh lungful of air in.

“Practicing for this moment, I bet.”

“Yes, Sir,” Dylan said. It was hot watching Dylan submit to someone. They didn’t have defined dynamics like that, but Dylan was usually the one calling the shots, and Oliver was happy to follow and obey. Oliver loved the feeling of getting to let go. But Dylan needed to let go sometimes, too.

“God, I knew how good Oliver was already, but I didn’t know that both my boys were so good.”

Dylan nodded, flexing his hands where they were gripped in hard fists at his side, keeping them to himself.

“Open back up,” Leon instructed, and Dylan did in a split second. Leon pushed back inside, wrapping both hands around Dylan’s head as he pushed slowly back into Dylan’s mouth. He gave Dylan a moment to adjust before he unleashed, thrusting into Dylan’s throat with abandon. Tears sprang from Dylan’s eyes, eyelashes clumping together damply as he tried to blink them away.

Leon had powerful hips, and while Oliver knew how good it felt for Leon to be thrusting into him, it was undeniably hot to watch him fuck Dylan’s face so thoroughly.

“Get ready,” Leon told Dylan, looking down at him with a heavy gaze as he gave him a handful more thrusts. He pulled Dylan’s face tight to his groin as he came down Dylan’s throat, smoothing the soft brown curls on Dylan’s head.

Dylan hummed a satisfied little sound that Oliver was used to getting after he came in Dylan’s mouth, and a little zing of jealousy shot through him.

But Dylan looked so happy as Leon slid his dick out of his mouth, gently wiping around his lips with the pad of his thumbs before helping Dylan up to his feet.

“You really did do a great job,” Leon said, giving Dylan a brief tender moment before sending him over to Oliver.

“That is a good dick,” Dylan said, collapsing onto Oliver as he giggled. Oliver caught him as he slid to the side, cuddling against Oliver.

“It sure is,” Oliver agreed, watching that good dick walk around the room as Leon flipped lights off and got ready for bed.

“Scoot over,” Leon said, getting into bed on the other side of Oliver.

“Oliver sandwich,” Dylan said, voice raspy, still giddy from exhaustion, his own orgasm, and what Leon just did to his throat.

“My favorite kind of sandwich,” Oliver said as he cuddled up to Leon’s chest, Dylan’s familiar body pressed against his back.

There was nothing better than what had happened in their hotel room since they’d arrived. Oliver wanted to stay forever.