Chapter 4 #5
Quinn remained still for longer than Peyton thought was possible, using his throat to do things to Peyton that should have been illegal. He backed off and slowly bobbed his head, pulling all the way off to Peyton’s tip before sliding back down to swallow him to the base again.
Peyton groaned and turned his head. Will had his dick out now, giving it a slow slide with his palm. Peyton bit his lip, his knees wobbling.
Quinn hummed, the vibration making Peyton's balls tighten. Fuck, he was getting close. Quinn’s mouth needed to come with some kind of warning label. Between Quinn's tongue and the look in Will's eyes, Peyton had no hope of holding off for long.
Quinn lifted Peyton’s leg, putting his thigh over his shoulder.
Peyton shifted, his fingers curling and scraping against the wood behind him as he tried to rebalance himself.
He cried out as Quinn sucked his balls into his mouth, his tongue massaging them.
Quinn played with them until Peyton was on the brink and then pulled away.
“No,” Peyton groaned in frustration. “I was—”
“I know,” Quinn whispered. He slid his arm under Peyton’s knee and stood.
It forced Peyton up the door, and he had no choice but to wrap his other leg around Quinn’s waist to keep himself from slipping sideways.
It should have been awkward, but it wasn’t.
Their bodies were so in sync that it was fluid and easy.
“But I want you to come while I’m inside you. I want to feel it.”
Well, Peyton had no argument against that.
“Do you want me to take you right here, right against the door?” Quinn whispered. He kissed the curve of Peyton’s neck, latching on gently with his teeth and dragging them up Peyton’s sensitive skin. “Or my bed?”
Fuck. The idea of Quinn fucking him right there, using those powerful arm muscles to hold him up—considering Peyton wasn’t a lightweight, the strength alone was impressive—was tempting.
“Bed,” he said breathlessly as he arched his neck to give Quinn more room. Will was waiting on the bed for them. And Peyton wanted him closer. He wanted to be able to touch.
Quinn hiked Peyton up his body, sliding his arms around Peyton's ass to keep him secure. He crawled onto the bed and then carefully lowered Peyton to the mattress. Quinn's smile was wicked as he gripped Peyton's hip and then flipped him over.
Peyton shuddered as he bent his head forward and splayed his fingers across the cold sheets.
The raw strength that Quinn possessed, hidden beneath suits that weren’t tailored nearly enough, was turning Peyton inside out.
He’d known that Quinn was in shape but not like this.
Being manhandled by Quinn was ticking boxes Peyton hadn’t even known he had.
His fingers hit Will's foot, and he slid his hand up and around to take hold of Will's ankle. Connected. It wasn't a complete circle, but it was close enough for Peyton.
Fingers skimmed down his back, goosebumps erupting over his skin. Quinn’s fingers kept moving over his hips, across his ass, down his thighs, and then back up, worshipping him.
His ass cheeks were roughly pulled apart, and a hot, wet tongue stroked over his hole. Peyton hadn’t anticipated it; Quinn had moved too fast for him to even prepare for the streak of pleasure that lanced through him.
Will moved, his ankle slipping from Peyton's grasp. Then he was kneeling in front of Peyton, lifting his head and teasing him with short, shallow kisses. “Good?”
“So good,” Peyton moaned. “So—” He cut off with a gasp, unable to properly explain just how fucking good it felt.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to curve his back and push his ass further into the air for more while keeping his lips connected to Will.
Quinn seemed more than happy to give him what he wanted, and Peyton was lost. He opened his mouth for Will, kissing him deeply, as Quinn's tongue made magic. He focused on the outer muscles for so long—too long, Peyton was sure he’d already gone half mad with need—before pushing inside, loosening him.
God, it was incredible. He’d never had anyone take so much time with foreplay.
Will liked to play with his ass, but he fingered him while he did it.
This was both the most amazing and most infuriatingly frustrating experience he’d ever had.
“Please, please, I need—” Peyton sucked in a desperate breath.
“What do you need, baby?” Quinn murmured.
Fuck. Baby. He normally hated when people gave him pet names, or when they butchered his name with nicknames because it always felt wrong. But hearing Quinn call him baby was making his insides quiver and dance.
Will caressed Peyton's neck and down his throat and then further, playing with his nipples.
“You,” Peyton gasped, looking right at Will as Quinn squeezed his ass cheeks, massaging them. “I need you.” He needed both of them.
Quinn nipped Peyton’s cheek and then soothed it with his tongue before moving away. “Can you get the lube and a condom for me, Will?” he asked. “They're in the top drawer, to your left.”
Peyton swallowed when Quinn took the tube from Will with one hand and ran the other up Will's opposite arm. He thumbed Will's chin. Will looked mesmerised, like a deer caught in headlights.
Seeing Quinn's hands on Will was like pure ecstasy being injected into Peyton's veins. His dick pulsed, leaking steadily over the sheets under him.
“Thank you,” Quinn murmured. He settled behind Peyton once more, running his hands up his thighs and across his ass.
Peyton's entire body shivered when he heard the cap on the lube being popped open.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
Cold liquid dripped onto his ass, trailing down between his cheeks. He shivered from the temperature change and from anticipation. He was going to have Quinn inside him soon—something he had dreamed about for so long. Too long.
His moan was embarrassingly loud when Quinn’s first finger entered him.
Quinn pressed a kiss to Peyton’s lower back. “All right?”
“Yes—yeah—perfect.” So fucking perfect. He pushed back as Quinn added a second finger. “More—please.” He needed Quinn more than he needed his next breath. Needed him inside, outside, everywhere. Just needed him.
Peyton kissed Will's chest, stopping at his nipples and getting them nice and wet before lifting his head. Will was watching him, his eyes dark and intent.
“I want to suck your dick,” Peyton whispered.
“This isn't about me,” Will said, his voice strained.
Another soft kiss against his back caused more shivers to run through him. His entire body was a live wire just waiting for a single touch from Quinn to ignite it.
“Yes, it is,” Peyton said. “You're part of this.”
Quinn pushed a third finger in beside the others. Peyton’s eyes fluttered closed on a groan. Quinn's pace was steady as he slid in and out, gently stretching him. It was maddening. His dick was leaking and begging for more; his body was screaming for more.
“Feed it to him, William,” Quinn said.
Will's lips parted, a red flush moving down his throat. “I...”
“He's gagging for you. And I'd like to see. It only seems fair that we both get a show?”
Will threaded his fingers through Peyton's hair, tickling his ears, before he then clenched it in his palm, pinpricks of pain sliding across Peyton's scalp.
Peyton reached down and took hold of his own dick, the need to touch himself too much.
The fingers inside him stilled, and he groaned. “What are you—”
“Let go,” Quinn said.
“No,” Peyton whimpered even as he immediately let go and moved his hand back to clenching around the sheets.
“Do you want to come now or when I’m inside you?”
“Are you planning to get inside me at any point or—?” Peyton bit out.
Quinn twisted his fingers, rubbing the tip of one against Peyton’s prostate. Peyton cried out and would have slumped forward if it weren't for Will's hold on his hair.
Quinn chuckled and stroked Peyton’s prostate twice more, turning Peyton into a babbling, incoherent mess before he pulled his fingers completely out.
Peyton was so close it wasn’t going to take much to tip him over the edge. He knew all he’d need was one more good stroke. He clenched, feeling empty.
“Please, please tell me you're going to fuck me now.”
“I'm waiting for my show first,” Quinn said. Peyton could hear his smirk.
Will gripped the base of his dick and brushed it across Peyton's lips, spreading his pre-cum across them.
Peyton licked out, tasting it on his tongue. He opened his mouth a fraction, and Will pushed inside, stretching his lips open further. A hand that had to be Quinn's slid across his throat and jaw.
Peyton closed his eyes, enjoying the weight of Will across his tongue as he slid in and out of him with an eye-wateringly slow pace. He and Quinn were obviously trying to drive him insane.
Quinn’s hand moved to grasp Peyton’s nape as he covered him with his body. He kissed Peyton’s shoulder, his neck, his cheek. Sweetness mixed with fire, and Peyton was definitely going to lose his mind.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Quinn slid into him with almost no resistance because of the thorough way he’d opened him.
The joint sensation of Quinn settling deep inside him, filling him so completely with his thick length, and Will throbbing in his mouth, was almost too much.
The realisation that he could feel fabric against his ass, that Quinn hadn’t even removed his pants, that he had only opened them enough to get out his dick so he could fill Peyton with it, was what sent Peyton over the edge.
Quinn moved, fucking Peyton through his orgasm with long, steady thrusts as Will muffled Peyton’s loud cries.
“Quick trigger,” Will said teasingly as he pulled out.
“You try being in the middle of this and not have one,” Peyton said.
Will winked and bent to kiss him.
Quinn took hold of Peyton's shoulder and hip as he levered himself up and continued to take Peyton apart with hard, deep movements. He reached around and stroked Peyton’s sensitive dick, making Peyton’s entire body twitch.