18. Riley #2
He did notice that Kingston was gentler with his hands when they were gripping Allen’s legs, and he surrendered to the kiss more quickly than when it was the two of them. His jaw went lax, and he moaned into Riley’s mouth, opening wider to allow deeper plunges that Riley was happy to give him.
Kingston's mouth carried the sharp bite of peppermint toothpaste, and his lips were chilled against Riley’s warmer ones. Kissing his rival had always been a rush of clashing teeth and egos, but something about having Allen close made him more docile.
Riley could have sucked on Kingston’s lips and fucked his tongue inside that wet heat all day, but a weight on his head moved him downward, not stopping until he bypassed Kingston’s neck and was eye-level with his pecs.
He recognized the hand as Jake’s, and that sent a wave of warmth down his spine, straight to his cock.
Jake pushed Riley’s face into the plush skin under his nose, like he was trying to smother him in Kingston’s tits. He had to smack Jake’s hand away to keep from suffocating, but then his mouth was around Kingston’s nipple, and loud moans quickly drowned out his previous frustration.
Riley trusted Allen to keep control of Kingston’s fists, and doing so gave him more confidence to explore. He never had a chance to fully appreciate this part of Kingston’s body for fear of getting choked or battered, so he made sure to give it extra attention now.
Riley swirled his tongue around Kingston’s hardened nipple, and the sharp keen that answered sent a thrill straight through him, raising the hairs on his arms. He repeated the teasing flick, his fingers digging firmly into Kingston’s hips to pin him in place as he squirmed and bucked against the ticklish pleasure, his body arching instinctively toward Riley’s mouth.
“Can you—god—can you not?!”
Riley could, and he would. Fucking Kingston Sloan might be a horrible idea after all, because the thought of anyone but them hearing and seeing him like this was enough to make him murderous. If a stranger, man or woman, were to witness him in his needy state, Riley didn’t know what he would do.
Probably kill them.
Jake’s hand grabbed his wrist and directed his hand onto Kingston’s other pec, tapping it for emphasis.
Riley let Kingston’s nipple slip from his mouth with a wet pop and turned on his friend with a glare. “I know how to play with a pair of tits, thanks.”
Jake shrugged, brushing his anger off like it was non-existent. “Tell that to the nipple you’re ignoring.”
Allen’s muffled giggles made it hard to stay angry, but Riley still flipped Jake off before he switched tactics and put his mouth to the ‘ignored’ area.
“Can we just fucking leave them alone?” Kingston snapped, his voice sounding wrecked. “I’ll have to wear a fucking shirt in the locker room at this rate.”
Perfect. Then no one else would see Kingston naked. That worked for Riley.
His teeth clamped down, refreshing the indents around Kingston’s nipple that he’d left a few days ago, and Kingston hissed and rocked against him. Riley always watched his reactions carefully, never pushing a bite too far unless he sensed Kingston craved it.
Sure enough, the initial hiss of pain melted into a needy whimper that vibrated through Kingston’s chest, prompting Riley to soothe the spot with a slow swipe of his tongue across the sensitive peak.
“Evans…”
Riley pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his eyes locking onto Kingston’s flushed face, the way those blond lashes fluttered with every ragged inhale.
He wished he had more time. He wanted to take it slow, to drive Kingston wild with the careful balance of pain and pleasure, but Jake was already grumbling impatiently.
Riley sighed as his head was pushed lower again, not giving him enough time to kiss and bite Kingston’s abs like he wanted to, but stopping once his chin touched the waistband of his sweats.
“Have you gone this far yet?” Jake asked in a silky, deep tone that had Kingston’s body twitching against him.
“No,” Riley said, somewhat indignantly. “I’ve tried, but someone seems to think it’s foreplay and only wants a dick in his ass.”
The room went quiet, minus Kingston’s panting, and Riley looked up at Allen to gauge his reaction.
Allen’s face was red, and his eyes were dark with arousal, but Riley saw when it finally clicked into place for him.
“Okay, now I see why you were worried about having sex with him,” he said.
Jake leaned toward Allen, like seeing him close-up would help him understand better. “Why?”
Kingston let out a pitiful groan at the sudden pause in attention, kicking his feet like a child. “Fuck off.”
Allen brushed his hands through Kingston’s hair to shush him before turning back to his boyfriend. “Kingston is giving off the vibes of someone who will suffer through pain because he’s impatient.”
That was exactly right. Riley didn’t have to be a genius to know that he could be hurting Kingston badly, and the bastard would rather bite a pillow than tell him.
Kingston didn’t like to tell him when he was feeling good either.
Fucking him would be like playing Russian Roulette with sex, and that scared the shit out of Riley.
“I don’t need all the foreplay bullshit,” Kingston said, further proving his point. “Fuck, it’s like you don’t want to fuck me or something.”
Allen pinched Kingston’s nose like he was a misbehaving dog. “It’s not that, moron. Has it ever occurred to you that Riley cares for you? He’s a good guy, and he doesn’t want to hurt his partner.”
Riley nodded since there was no need to add to the scolding. If anyone could get through Sloan’s stubbornness and make him see sense, it was Allen.
“Accusing Riley of not wanting to sleep with you is dumb, wanna know why?” Allen pinched his nose again and continued, not waiting for an answer.
“Because if he didn’t want to fuck you, he would be with someone else, somewhere else.
He wouldn’t be having an impromptu foursome with his friends where he’s being pushed around by one of them, all while knowing he’s being critiqued. ”
Yeah, that wasn’t Riley’s favourite part about this.
“So, why don’t you be a good boy and stop running your mouth for two seconds? I don’t want to hear you speak unless it’s to tell Riley that you feel good or you don’t like what he’s doing. And if you need to stop, say ‘red’. Other than that, stop pestering and relax.”
Goddamn, Riley couldn’t have said it better himself.
Kingston managed one last, tiny huff, and then sensing the end of the argument, Jake pushed Riley’s head back down.
Right. Pants—off. Dick—out. Cock—suck.
He could totally do this.
Riley didn’t want to torture Kingston any longer than he had to, but he stopped to mouth at the bulge in his grey sweats, tasting his bitterness on the damp fabric. Cum wasn’t the most appetizing flavour, but Kingston’s moaning made it seem sweeter in his mind.
And while Riley had an A+ from girls when it came to going down on them, he knew this was one area where he could really use Jake’s instruction. He understood the concept because he had a dick of his own, but there were only so much thoughts, prayers, and porn could prepare him for.
But Riley wasn’t a quitter, and the thought of rendering Sloan silent with a good blowjob had great appeal. And maybe if he got good enough at fucking Kingston, he would stop treating Riley as a stepping stone and start taking him seriously.
That was a thought he didn’t want to dwell on right now. It was too confusing in his own brain to comprehend, so he settled for pulling Kingston’s pants off and putting his mouth on him instead.
Not on his cock, because he needed to work himself up to that, but he would be the first to admit that Kingston was pretty everywhere.
It had been hard to see what Kingston was working with when he was always squirming and twisting away from him.
Riley had tried to look at his dick several times, but Kingston would accuse him of comparing them and start throwing hands.
But with Allen playing with his hair and Jake placing a hand on his hip, Kingston was compliant with Riley’s lingering looks and touches.
Kingston’s dick was pretty. His cock was lying thick and rigid against his taut stomach, the cut head flushed deep pink and glistening with a steady bead of precum that trickled slowly down the veined shaft, pooling in his navel.
He was the same size as Riley, if not bigger, so all that comparison talk was probably just to hide the fact that he was embarrassed by Riley’s touching.
“Are you waiting for it to talk back to you or something, snake charmer?” Kingston muttered, only to be hushed by Allen.
Riley frowned, deciding that Kingston looked a little top-heavy with his hickeys, and now he had the perfect opportunity to correct that.
He had to curve his arms around Kingston’s legs to get the leverage he needed to pull them apart, but soon the bare skin of his inner thigh was presented to him, and Riley touched his mouth to warm, soft skin.
Kingston bucked like he knew he would, but the movement was accompanied by a moan instead of curses, so he latched on and sucked. Riley didn’t want to use teeth on such a sensitive area, as hot as it would be to mark him like that, but the skin was so pale that it bruised quickly anyway.
When there were three matching bruises on each thigh, Riley finally trailed his mouth upward, licking and biting a path to Kingston’s naval before dipping his tongue inside to taste the bitter precum.
Kingston bucked, his dick smacking Riley’s cheek and smearing a sticky mess there. His hand flew into Riley’s hair, guiding him as Jake had, but not pushing—just holding.
“Guide with your hand,” said Jake. “He’s jumpy, so remember to pin him, or you’ll end up getting choked.”
Kingston kicked one of his legs. “I’m not jumpy. It feels good, okay?”
“Okay,” Jake repeated, though Riley could tell he didn’t understand the clarification.