Chapter 2
P eyton’s self-control snapped like a rubber band once they were in the elevator of their apartment building. He pushed Will up against the wall and kissed him, cupping his face in his hands as he rolled their hips against each other.
Sebastian’s lips pressed against his neck as hands settled on his hips, and a warm body pressed against his back.
Will moaned into Peyton’s mouth, and then his hands were sliding between Peyton and Sebastian, cupping Peyton’s ass and squeezing.
Peyton was tempted to smash the emergency button and stop the elevator so they could just fuck here.
The only thing that was stopping him was that the condoms and lube were in their apartment.
Unless he had some in his wallet. He doubted it; he didn’t pick up, so he didn’t carry them on him.
The elevator doors opened, and hands gently steered them out of the elevator as he and Will continued their desperate kiss.
“What number?” Sebastian asked in Peyton’s ear.
Peyton turned and paused with their lips a hair’s breadth away from each other. He hadn’t kissed Sebastian yet, though he’d almost come in his pants watching Will kiss him.
“Peyton,” Sebastian prompted. “Are we finishing this out here, or should we go inside?”
Peyton licked his bottom lip. Would he be able to taste Will on Sebastian’s lips, or had it faded during the trip here?
Will’s deep chuckle against his opposite ear made a shiver run down Peyton’s spine. “This way,” he said.
It took Will three times as long as normal to get the door open because Peyton had his arms around his waist as he tugged at his belt, unbuckling it while Sebastian marked up his neck. Peyton could get used to having a helping hand to drive Will crazy.
Peyton was almost at the point where he was about to say “fuck it” and undress all three of them right there in the hallway and give their neighbours a show.
The elderly couple across the hall, Ruth and Mick, would probably like it.
Ruth, at least. Peyton wasn’t sure about Mick, but he was willing to put it to the test.
The keys clattered to the floor as Will swung the door open, and Peyton and Sebastian simultaneously pushed him inside.
Will hastily tugged at Sebastian’s tie, pulling it out of its knot as Peyton started on the buttons of Sebastian’s shirt.
Once it was open, he tugged at the arms and pulled it free, discarding it.
They turned and lifted Will’s shirt over his head, and then they were distracted by getting their mouths all over Will’s chest. Peyton’s hands moved down to finish undoing Will’s pants as he flicked his tongue over a nipple.
He kissed up towards Will’s collarbone at the same time Sebastian did, and then suddenly they were kissing, their tongues battling urgently.
Peyton slanted his mouth as hands pulled at the top button of his jeans, and the sound of a zipper being pulled down was loud beneath their heavy breathing.
Sebastian kissed differently than Will, with more finesse and deliberate strokes of his tongue.
Will was enthusiastic and fun, the joy in his core shining through in his technique.
Sebastian trailed his lips across Peyton’s jaw and then down to latch on to his neck.
Peyton gasped and turned his head to give him more room.
His eyes locked onto Will’s, and his heart skipped a beat.
Will couldn’t see it, but everything about him was stunning, from his slightly crooked nose to his heart-shaped lips and the twinkle in his eyes that just lived there because he was pure goodness and heart.
Peyton would never tire of looking at him, especially like this, flushed and turned on and ready to be wrecked.
Peyton curled a hand around Will’s hip and jerked him forward, their lips meeting in a rush of heat.
A hand snaked under his T-shirt, and fingers ran across his hard abdomen, making his stomach clench and goosebumps spread across his skin.
Someone else’s hand— fuck, there were so many sensations overwhelming him; he had no idea whose hand was where—slid into his open pants and wrapped their fingers around his dick.
A single firm tug from the head to the base had him gasping into Will’s mouth.
Will pulled his mouth from Peyton, and then Sebastian’s lips were on Will’s. Peyton’s entire body thrummed with need as he watched them. Fuck, they were hot. Every glimpse of tongue as they made out was like a live wire straight to Peyton’s dick.
“My room,” Peyton whispered as he kissed the sensitive skin below Will’s ear and then rolled his lobe between his teeth. “It’s closer.”
By mere metres, but closer was closer.
They only made it halfway down the short hallway. In the process of tugging Will’s pants down, now that they’d managed to undo his belt properly, Will and Peyton stumbled into the wall. Peyton braced himself with one hand on the wall beside Will’s head as Will laughed.
Sebastian kissed Peyton’s neck. Peyton arched his head with a moan. Will bent and kissed the corner of Peyton’s mouth. He licked across Peyton’s lips and then into his mouth with a teasing caress. Peyton tilted his chin, giving him better access.
They finally focused enough to get Will’s pants and underwear off.
He kicked them away as Peyton and Sebastian slid to their knees.
Peyton ran his hand up Will’s thigh and then took hold of his hard dick, pumping it slowly, feeling it thicken further in his palm.
He licked his lips, his mouth salivating.
He loved everything about Will’s dick: the way it fit perfectly in his hand, the way the long length nudged the back of his throat.
There was something calming in the way he knew everything about Will’s body.
He moved his hand around to massage Will’s ass cheek before gripping it tightly to hold him as he took Will’s dick down his throat in one wet slide.
He groaned around the silky thickness. The taste was all man and Will, and it made him throb in his pants.
A hand settled against the back of his head and gently gripped his hair to move him up and down.
Peyton reached out, his hand meeting a hard, warm chest. He trailed his fingers down, running through the fine hairs until he reached the waistband of Sebastian’s slacks.
They were already open, and his hand slid inside easily.
The leaking pre-cum made it easier to get a good grip and eased his way.
Peyton pulled off Will’s cock and turned for a kiss from Sebastian, sharing the taste of Will with him.
Sebastian kissed across his jaw, paying special attention to the sensitive skin on the underside. “I can taste him on your tongue.”
“Want the real thing?”
Sebastian smirked. “Thought you’d never ask.” He licked Will’s mushroom head and sucked just the tip into his mouth, taking his time as he slowly lowered his head, taking more of him in.
Will gasped, throwing his head back against the wall. He put one hand in Sebastian’s hair, threading his fingers through it, the other in Peyton’s.
Sebastian lifted his head, and Peyton met him there.
They licked either side of Will’s dick, their tongues sliding against each other every time they met at Will’s cockhead.
Sebastian moved down and took Will’s balls into his mouth as Peyton took Will’s head into his, swirling his tongue around it and flicking the slit.
“Oh my god,” Will gasped out. “You two look—fuck—” His legs trembled under Peyton’s hand. The blissed-out look on his face made Peyton feel warm all over.
He and Sebastian continued to share Will’s dick between them, pausing occasionally to kiss and lick at each other.
Peyton didn’t stop slowly stroking Sebastian’s dick at the same time, keeping it hard and heavy in his hand.
Every desperate jerk of Sebastian’s hips when he squeezed the head only made Peyton throb harder in his own pants.
Peyton took Sebastian’s earlobe into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. “How’s your gag reflex?”
Will’s hand tightened in Peyton’s hair, making Peyton grin.
Sebastian looked up at Will and then took him even further down his throat. Will’s dick wasn’t as thick as Peyton’s, but it was longer, and if Sebastian did have a gag reflex, it was going to test it.
“Oh, Jesus,” Will muttered. He smoothed Sebastian’s hair from his forehead, caressing his skin as their eyes met.
Peyton nibbled on the curve of Will’s hip, right where he knew it would drive him wild. Will bucked into Sebastian’s mouth, sliding even deeper, making Sebastian choke.
Peyton rested his hand beside Will’s on the back of Sebastian’s head and pulled him up just a little, giving him a chance to breathe. The pressure was light enough that he could say no if he wanted to, could pull away. Instead, he leaned into the touch and let them use his throat.
“You like choking on his dick? Like the way it feels blocking your throat?” Peyton whispered. He was still stroking Sebastian through his pants, and by the way he was leaking all over Peyton’s hands, Peyton already knew the answer. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Sebastian rocked his hips and moaned. Peyton could see his throat working around Will’s length, and holy fucking shit that was hot.
Together, Peyton and Will lifted Sebastian’s head until only the mushroomed head was in his mouth and then moved it back down, causing him to choke again.
Then back up and down again until tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes, and Will was groaning and coming down his throat, his hips spasming.
He pulled Sebastian off Will completely and kissed him, tasting the sticky sweetness of Will’s release on his tongue.
“Are you close?” he whispered against Sebastian’s tongue.
“Yes.” As if to prove it, he pushed harder into Peyton’s hands.
Peyton smirked, pressing one more kiss to Sebastian’s soft lips before he pulled his hand from his pants. Sebastian’s answering groan was full of frustration.