What You Need

17. Oliver

SEVENTEEN

OLIVER

Oliver was living a good life. Sure, he’d just gotten laid off, but that meant he had time on his hands to get done some home projects he and Dylan had been putting off. Dylan had convinced him to take a month off before going on the job hunt, and he was soaking it up.

He’d also convinced Leon to stay with them for an extended sleepover the week after Dylan came home. Having Leon in his space from the moment he woke until they tucked themselves into bed was too good to give up. And having both of his men at his beck and call (when they weren’t at work) was a dream he hadn’t even known to dream.

Plus, Dylan said he’d rewrite Oliver’s résumé for him because Dylan was good at that stuff and Oliver hated it.

Dylan was slowly trying to convert Leon into being a movie guy, but Leon didn’t quite have the attention span for it. It worked for Oliver, who was the recipient of the attention that Leon needed to put somewhere. Oliver had his head in Dylan’s lap, getting a distracted scalp massage, while Leon gave him a very focused foot rub.

Leon had strong hands, and Oliver groaned as Leon’s thumb pressed into the arch of one of his feet. Dylan tightened his fingers in Oliver’s hair, suddenly paying attention.

Oliver was usually good at watching the movies Dylan picked out. He liked them too. But Dylan had chosen a ’70s art film, and Oliver had his two favorite people on the couch with him.

He couldn’t help himself.

Leon moved his hands up to his ankle, and Oliver sighed, hamming it up a little for attention. He didn’t have to do much. He never did.

“What does Oliver want?” Dylan singsonged, though it was already apparent to everyone in the room.

“I want both of you.”

“You got us,” Leon said, hand smoothing up Oliver’s shin. Oliver was just in a t-shirt and boxer briefs, and he knew Leon and Dylan could see the way he was starting to get hard even thinking about what he was about to ask for.

“I want both of you. At the same time.”

It was hard to catch their simultaneous reactions, but Leon sucked in a breath and Dylan’s hand gripped Oliver’s hair.

“Like, both…at the same time…” Dylan asked, trying to clarify by asking zero clarifying questions.

“I want both of your dicks together. Pressed against each other inside me.” Even saying the words was a turn-on. But he knew that about himself. He’d been dreaming about it for months.

His boys were frozen in place for a moment before Leon whipped his shirt off, tossing it away from the couch and crawling over Oliver, Oliver’s legs naturally falling open for him. He hefted Oliver up, holding him against his hips as Oliver gained balance by wrapping his arms around Leon’s shoulders. Kissing Leon was easy, and now that Dylan was back home, something about the three of them felt complete. Settled. Kissing Leon felt less like a hot thrill and more like a warm hug.

A sexy hug.

Behind him, he could hear Dylan stripping fast enough that he assumed Leon had somehow signaled for him to do so.

Leon got Oliver’s shirt off, then laid him back on the couch so he could pull Oliver’s underwear off. “Flip over,” Leon ordered, and Oliver went without having to think about it, face right next to Dylan’s erection. “Suck,” Leon instructed, and Oliver did, slowly taking the tip of Dylan’s cock into his mouth.

Leon was back between his legs, spreading him open, his hot breath the barest warning before his tongue followed. Oliver was fresh out of the shower and pressed his ass back against Leon’s face unashamedly, knowing Leon would appreciate how enthusiastic he was feeling. Leon groaned against his hole, and in turn, Oliver hummed around Dylan’s cock.

“Oh my God,” Dylan breathed above Oliver. Oliver’s headspace was getting fuzzy, and he wanted to keep his wits about him. Even if this went terribly, he was pretty sure he could convince his boys to try again at a different time. But he’d been thinking about it for so long that he knew what he wanted.

He pulled off, spit dripping from his lips. “Spit roast me,” he demanded, feeling Leon growl against his ass, tongue piercing into him one more time. Leon licked one more stripe over his hole before pulling away. Dylan got on his knees on the couch cushions, hard cock right in Oliver’s face, already shiny with his spit. Oliver stuck his tongue out, letting Dylan’s cock rub against it as Dylan watched over Oliver’s shoulder at what Leon was doing.

Leon had found the lube and was gently prepping Oliver to take both of them.

“You must have started early,” Leon said, noticing that Oliver had taken matters into his own hands before he got there.

“It’s never a mistake to be prepared,” Oliver said, trying to focus on Leon and Dylan at the same time. Leon pulled slick fingers out of him, and the head of his cock pressed against his opening before sliding in easily.

“Fuck,” Oliver said, the feeling of Leon inside of him already a welcome stretch. He opened his mouth for Dylan, and Dylan coaxed him forward, a gentle hand on his throat.

Leon pulled out and snapped his hips against his ass, the force of the movement propelling Oliver to take Dylan’s erection deeper, Dylan’s hand stroking his throat where he could probably feel the bulge of his cock. Why the fuck hadn’t they done this before? This was everything Oliver dreamed of. When Dylan’s hips forced Oliver back onto Leon’s dick, he whimpered around Dylan’s cock.

“You okay, babe?” Dylan asked, soft fingers stroking under his chin as he held Oliver’s face in place. Oliver nodded the small amount he was able, and Dylan and Leon continued their thrusts. After a moment, the two of them settled into a deep grind, Oliver choking on Dylan’s cock as Leon pressed in balls deep, and he realized that above him, he could hear Dylan and Leon kissing.

Fuck, he wished he could see that.The next time they did this, they were getting video.

Just as he was about to get to the end of his oxygen and tap out, Dylan pulled out and leaned down to kiss Oliver.

“If we keep doing this, I’m going to come,” Dylan said, squeezing the base of his cock to hold back his orgasm. Leon pulled Oliver up to his knees, pressing Oliver’s back to his chest, and Oliver twisted just enough to kiss him as Leon kept thrusting into him. He had such good stamina. Oliver hoped one day he could match his own to Leon’s.

And then Leon pulled out of him as well.

Oliver pouted. “I asked for two dicks and now I have zero?”

Leon laughed and sat back on the couch, his thighs spread deliciously. Oliver’s cock throbbed at just the sight of him, his body so casually arranged, cock already slick with lube. He pulled Oliver onto his lap, spreading him wide with his thighs, as he slid easily right back into Oliver’s wet hole. Leon’s hips were closer to the front edge of the couch than the back cushion, and it allowed Oliver to take him deep and Leon to suck a nipple into his mouth.

“Ahh,” Oliver moaned, squirming a bit from all of the input.

“Dyl, are you ready? Oliver?” Leon asked, a hand on Oliver’s lower back, guiding his hips as he ground down slowly. Oliver had been preparing for this, stretching himself slowly with a collection of dildos over the past few weeks and getting Dylan to help. He was ready. He trusted Dylan. He knew what he was doing.

Dylan took his position between Leon’s thighs, one hand anchoring himself on Oliver’s hip as he used the other to guide his dick to Oliver’s already stuffed-full hole.

Leon took Oliver’s face in his hands, making Oliver focus on him and not the attempt at intrusion that Dylan was beginning.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praised. Oliver gasped, the stretch beginning to overwhelm him. Behind him, Dylan grunted, going so slow as he started to press in.

“You’re so big,” Oliver panted, his dream coming true. Slowly, delicately, his body accepted the tender thrusts as Dylan inched farther and farther into his body.

“Look at you take us both,” Leon said, continuing to pep-talk Oliver. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight with the two of us together, aren’t you?”

“Doing great, babe,” Dylan said, pressing a kiss behind his ear. Oliver felt warm and loved and whole, sandwiched between these two men—the most important men in the world to him.

“Okay, I think I’m good,” Oliver said. Dylan started thrusting delicately, so he didn’t slip out, and Leon’s face went soft with pleasure as Dylan moaned behind Oliver.

“Have you ever done this before?” Oliver asked, hoping for an answer but knowing they probably weren’t Leon’s first.

“No, baby. Just with you two.” His voice was strained as Dylan moved. Oliver’s body had never felt as full, and it made it hard to focus on anything other than the two bodies pressed against him.

“I’m going to help you bounce a bit,” Leon said, and Dylan stilled. Leon gripped Oliver’s hips and helped him raise up a couple of inches before dropping back down. Having Dylan fuck him felt incredible, but like this, he got more pressure and friction on his prostate, and he cried out, wrapping his arms around Leon’s shoulders as Leon kept guiding his hips up and down.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Dylan said. Leon held Oliver’s hips still so Dylan could get the perfect pace for himself, fucking into Oliver and coming deep inside of him. Oliver leaned back to kiss him over his shoulder, Dylan’s hands holding his rib cage tight as he kept thrusting, milking himself.

“God damn,” Leon said, tipping his head back against the couch cushion. “I can feel the pulse of your orgasm, Dyl. That is so fucking sexy.”

“And now you’re even wetter than before,” Dylan said, pressing a kiss to Oliver’s cheekbone before pulling out.

“I wanna come,” Oliver whined, and Leon flipped him onto his back on the couch. Leon curled over him as he let loose, fucking into Oliver with a renewed fervor. Oliver clenched around him, trying to be as good and tight as usual for him, and he watched the lust flicker over Leon’s face.

“Touch yourself, baby,” Leon said, the loud smack of their skin together over and over as Leon fucked him fast and deep the only sound in the room.

Oliver wrapped a hand around his erection to stroke himself as he used the other to pull Leon’s forehead to his own. He kissed him, messy and uncoordinated, as Leon continued to pound into him. “I love you so much,” Oliver cried out, and Leon sealed their lips together, his cock hitting Oliver over and over in just the right place. “I love you. Leon, I love you.”

“I love you, baby,” Leon said, hitting him just right. Oliver came, his orgasm exploding through his entire body, from his toes to his hair follicles. Every time Leon made him come was a beautiful event, but getting both his boys at once had truly overwhelmed him.

Leon’s hips stuttered as he pressed in tight, his own orgasm pulsing through Oliver. Leon and Dylan had both come inside of him, and Oliver felt complete. Leon dropped his head to Oliver’s shoulder as he breathed deeply, and Oliver tipped his head back to look behind him, where Dylan was sitting blissed out on the couch. He combed a hand through Oliver’s hair.

“Not sure what to say about that,” Dylan said with a weak laugh. He got up to grab a couple of towels from the basement bathroom to clean up while Leon stayed inside Oliver for a little longer. Oliver pulled Leon’s face close and kissed him, drowsy and slow, savoring the way Leon’s tongue lingered in his mouth.

Oliver felt certifiably debauched as he felt come dripping out of him. Thank God they’d bought a leather couch.

Dylan came to clean them up, and Leon tugged him in for a kiss. “I love you,” he said simply, factually. Dylan turned pink.

“I love you,” he returned, and Leon’s easy smile grew. It earned Dylan another kiss.

“I’m glad you’re not going home tonight,” Oliver said as Leon pulled him up, bundling Oliver into his arms and lifting him off the couch.

“Me too, sweetheart.”

They headed upstairs, and Oliver rinsed off quickly in the shower while Dylan and Leon re-made the bed since they’d messed it up earlier that day. The warm softness of their voices filtered through the open bathroom door, but Oliver couldn’t hear what they were saying over the sound of the water echoing through the bathroom. It didn’t matter what they were talking about. Just hearing both of them made Oliver feel safe.

Was a king-size bed big enough for three people? Probably not sustainably, but for the time being, it worked for them. And that was all that mattered.