Chapter 2 #2
“You want to come in your pants or Will’s ass?”
“Well, when you put it that way.”
Peyton braced one hand on the wall as he pushed himself to his feet. He crowded Will against the wall and kissed him, pressing his dick against Will’s hip and rocking himself on it, using the pressure to ease the ache somewhat.
Sebastian kissed his shoulder and then pushed Peyton’s jeans down. He cupped a cheek and massaged it, two of his fingers teasing Peyton’s hole. Peyton rocked back and forth, increasing the pressure from both sides.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” Sebastian said, licking at the small mark he’d left on Peyton’s skin.
“I think that’s what we were trying to do,” Will said with a laugh.
They hadn’t been too far off the mark; Peyton’s bedroom door was only a few steps from them.
Peyton walked Will backwards through the doorway and then pushed him down onto the bed. Will lifted himself onto his elbows as he scrambled backwards, giving Peyton room to kneel between his legs. Peyton crawled over Will’s body and kissed him until they were both breathing heavily.
He stretched out beside Will, pressing firmly against him, and beckoned Sebastian closer. Sebastian bit his lip as he got to his knees on the edge of the bed.
Peyton smoothed his hand down Sebastian’s back as Sebastian settled, his thighs bracketing Will’s hips. Peyton lifted himself to his knees and bit down on the curve of Sebastian’s neck. Will shivered, almost as though he were the one being bit.
“I want you between us,” Peyton said hoarsely. “I want you to fuck him while I fuck you.”
It took everything in Sebastian not to come from those words alone. He'd been on edge from the moment he'd realised that the two men were at the club together and were interested in taking Sebastian home with both of them.
“I can work with that,” Sebastian said, trying not to swallow his tongue.
Peyton grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the dim lighting. “Good.”
Sebastian's breath left him as he was pushed, and he found himself suddenly on his back.
Peyton loomed over him, his shoulder-length hair bracketing his stunning face. He carefully took Sebastian’s glasses off his face and smiled. “Can you still see me?”
“I need them all the time, but my long-distance vision is worse. Don’t worry, I can see you just fine.” There was a slight blur to his figure but nothing that would impede his ability to see either of them or appreciate how incredibly hot they were.
“Do you wear contacts?” Peyton wondered. He handed the glasses off to Will, but Sebastian didn’t see what he did with them, too focused on Peyton.
“Sometimes.” He didn’t have a preference; it depended on whether he remembered or not in the morning for the most part.
And he found that wearing them increased his chances of picking up when he went out.
There was something about them that people liked, and Sebastian was nothing if not an opportunist.
Sebastian ran his hand up Peyton’s chest, his fingers tracing over the tattoo over his heart.
It was some kind of insignia, with what he knew was Latin written in a banner and a small dagger behind it.
Something about it was familiar, but Sebastian wasn’t entirely sure why. A university motto? Military, perhaps?
He didn’t have time to contemplate it long as Peyton was leaning down and kissing the side of his neck, sending a jolt of pleasure rushing down Sebastian's spine.
Sebastian threaded his fingers through Peyton's hair and held lightly as Peyton brushed kisses across his throat, over his collarbone, and further down to stop at a nipple.
He flicked it with his tongue, getting it wet.
Then he moved to the opposite one, taking his time and sending Sebastian into overdrive.
His fingers made their way down Sebastian's stomach, raking through the hair around his dick and then wrapping around Sebastian's leaking cock. He gave it two quick tugs and then a slow one, then two quick and another slow. Sebastian could feel his orgasm building, and his toes curled.
Peyton let go, and Sebastian groaned in frustration. Damn it.
Only one other person had ever worked him over this much before—No. Not tonight. He wouldn't be haunted tonight.
Peyton moved away, and then Will was straddling him, looking down at him with that lopsided grin that had caught Sebastian's attention at the club.
He rotated his hips, and Sebastian had no choice but to hold on to them while Will slid their dicks against each other.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. It had been a long time—what felt like a lifetime—since he'd approached someone first, and it was paying off so well he didn't know why he didn't do it more often.
Except he knew. Choosing was a risk he wasn't interested in tangling with. But there had been something about Will: that friendly, open face that was rare in a person these days. Sebastian hadn't been able to resist.
The bed dipped slightly as Peyton re-joined them, walking on his knees with supplies in hand.
He dropped them on Sebastian's chest and leaned down, giving him a kiss that made his toes curl and his hips thrust harder against Will's.
If they kept this up, he was going to come before anything even happened.
“I'm going to get him nice and slick for you,” Peyton murmured against his lips. “And then he's going to ride you while I fuck you.”
Fucking hell. Sebastian's entire body shuddered.
Peyton lifted his head, and Will was right there, taking over, his tongue playful as he twirled around Sebastian's.
He jerked in surprise when Peyton pressed slick fingers against his rim. A thumb rubbed his taint, and Peyton pushed one finger in, slowly sliding it in and out, getting him used to it.
“Thought you said you were gonna get him ready for me,” Sebastian ground out, pushing down on his finger, silently urging for more.
“I will,” Peyton said. He added a second finger and rotated them, brushing against Sebastian's prostate. Sebastian gasped and arched, his dick sliding against Will's. “But it would be remiss of me to be neglectful of you.”
He removed his fingers, leaving Sebastian's ass clenching, begging for more.
“Of either of you,” Peyton murmured.
Will let out a long, drawn-out moan as he buried his face against the sheets beside Sebastian's head. “Oh, Jesus,” he said, voice muffled.
Sebastian grinned, sliding a hand down Will's side. His eyes met the heat in Peyton's dark-blue gaze. Peyton's arm moved as he fucked Will with his fingers.
Will's hand moved against Sebastian’s, and they tangled together. Will turned his head, their eyes locking. And then they were kissing, a furious mess of tongue and teeth and desperation.
Peyton worked them both over, plunging his fingers into Will and pumping them in and out before going back to Sebastian's ass. He went back and forth, over and over until they were squirming, and Sebastian was sure he was two seconds away from blowing his load.
“Put a condom on him, Will,” Peyton said. “And pass me one.”
Sebastian swallowed and tried to remember how to breathe as Will rolled the condom onto him at a pace he was sure was designed to kill him from anticipation.
And then finally, finally, Will lifted himself up and then lowered down, one hand gripping Sebastian's dick to hold it steady while he sank onto it.
Sebastian bit his lip as he groaned, counting back from fifty to stop himself from coming as Peyton pushed inside him at the same time.
The double sensations were almost too much, overstimulation in the best kind of way.
Will leaned back, twining his arms around Peyton's neck.
Will's chest was on full display, the glistening sweat making Sebastian's mouth water.
He reached up, splaying his fingers across Will's hard, flat stomach. One hand moved down to grasp his dick and leisurely stroked it. It wasn’t fully hard again yet, but it was on its way.
Peyton bent and bit down on Will's shoulder, leaving red marks as he moved across Will's skin and up his neck.
Will lifted off him at the same time that Peyton pulled out, perfectly in sync as they drove Sebastian out of his mind. He planted his feet more firmly on the mattress, trying to thrust up, trying to take back some semblance of control.
Peyton chuckled and lifted Sebastian's legs over his shoulders, effectively destroying that control. He had no choice but to hold on as they both fucked him until he was a babbling mess, so desperate for release, for them, that he didn't know what to do with it.
Will fisted his cock and started jerking himself, and he looked so fucking godlike that Sebastian's orgasm snuck up on him like a tidal wave, and he came with a loud groan, a garbled mess of words he had no hope of deciphering spilling from his lips.
Peyton fucked him harder, pistoning in and out of him as he sought his own release, his grip on Sebastian's calves tightening.
“Come all over him, Will,” Peyton whispered harshly in Will's ear.
Sebastian's spent dick twitched, and his muscles tensed, echoes of pleasure flowing over him like tiny aftershocks.
Will's ass clenched around Sebastian's cock as he moaned, his eyes squeezing shut. He coated Sebastian's chest and stomach in his release. He collapsed forward onto it and lazily kissed Sebastian.
Peyton sped up even further, hammering into Sebastian with long, hard thrusts that had Sebastian seeing stars and his dick making a fair effort to come back to life for the occasion.
Peyton bent forward, resting his forehead against Will's back as he gave one last violent thrust into Sebastian. “Ah, fuck!” he gasped. “ Fuck.”
Sebastian's chest heaved as they all stayed in position, their mingled heavy breathing a loud symphony in the air.
Sebastian couldn't remember the last time he'd had such mind-blowing sex.
Well, he could remember. He just tried not to.
This was going up there on the list. Twice.