Chapter nine
NINE
When Finley showed up for the party on the last Saturday of the month, Henry and Alex were already in Henry’s bedroom.
Finley walked past the group sitting outside in the camping chairs and past the sofas piled with people in the living room.
He recognized some faces and waved but didn’t stop to talk.
The bedroom door was closed, but Finley opened the door and let himself in. Alex and Henry were making out on the bed. Alex was shirtless, and Finley could see the lines of his back flexing under Henry’s fingers.
“Glad you could make it,” Henry said. He leaned over and opened a bedside drawer and tossed a bottle of lubricant and a plug at Finley.
“Put this in him. Show him your hole, sweetheart.” Alex unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down.
He moved onto all fours, ass in the air. Finley coated the plug with lube.
“Crazy welcome,” Finley grumbled. He spread Alex’s glutes and poured lube over his entrance.
“I’m horny,” Alex whined. He pressed backwards on the head of the plug. Finley pressed it slowly inside Alex, watching his rim stretch open. Alex moaned loudly.
“He doesn’t get to come until he’s pleased a few of my friends,” Henry said, petting Alex’s hair.
“Does he have this in every time?” Finley asked. He remembered a month ago when Alex had moaned and rutted on his hand while he’d sucked him.
“Not every time… but he did last month,” Henry answered, obviously knowing what Finley was thinking.
“Fuck,” Finley cursed. The plug’s widest part went in, and Alex’s body pulled the rest of the plug inside. Alex rolled onto his back and pulled up his jeans.
Henry reached back for the bedside table and produced a black marker. He held it up for Finley.
“Want the honors?” Henry offered.
“Fuck yes,” Finley said. He took the marker and Alex slid off the bed and onto the floor. Alex sat back on his feet and looked up at Finley. Finley touched Alex’s cheek.
“Same as last time, or something else?” Finley asked Alex. Alex shrugged.
“Surprise me. But make it dirty,” Alex said. Finley looked at Henry for help.
“It’s washable, don’t spin out over it,” Henry said.
“Wish it wasn’t washable,” Alex grumbled.
“Maybe next time,” Henry soothed.
“Liar,” Alex said.
Finley wrote SLUT across Alex’s cheek in block letters. Alex gripped his erection through his jeans, then thrust against his hand before Henry scolded him.
“Go ahead and open the door,” Henry said. Finley opened the bedroom door and climbed onto the mattress with Henry. They sat side by side against the headboard. The music was pounding down the hall the way it had the month before. Laughter and shouting carried over the music.
They sat listening to the bass for less than a minute before a man appeared in the doorway. Henry seemed to know him and waved him in. The man sat at the end of the bed and opened his pants. Alex positioned himself between the man’s thighs.
From his spot on the bed, Finley couldn’t see Alex’s mouth on the man’s cock.
He could, however, hear Alex’s muffled moans and he could see his shoulders bobbing up and down at a frantic pace.
Finley felt his own cock aching in his jeans.
He turned his head to look at Henry, who looked as flushed as Finley felt.
Henry seemed to know what Finley was thinking.
“He fucks me up every time,” Henry said, adjusting himself in his jeans.
“You just sit here and watch the whole time? How do you not…” Finley mouthed the words to keep an illusion of composure. Henry gave a sympathetic look.
The man on the bed pulled Alex back by his hair. Alex moaned and arched his neck back. It looked like he might be humping his hand.
“Hands off,” Henry commanded. Alex whined but stopped moving. The man stood up and closed his jeans. He grabbed a hand towel and hastily wiped Alex’s face before he left. The word SLUT was smeared already, and Finley was going to die of arousal before the end of the night.
Alex sucked off two more party goers in the next half-hour. Alex moaned as loudly as the men did, driving his mouth down as if it would provide him with the relief he wanted. After the third man left, Alex’s lips were red and his face and chest were flushed.
“Can we…” Finley asked Henry.
“Yeah, fuck it, close and lock the door,” Henry said, resolve broken. Finley sprung to his feet to obey. Alex shucked off his jeans and briefs and climbed onto the bed.
“Wanna share?” Finley asked, frantically pulling open his jeans.
“Yeah.” Henry said. He lifted Alex’s hips and pulled at the plug. Alex’s eyes rolled back. He reached under himself for his cock. Henry didn’t stop him this time.
“Hey,” Finley climbed onto the foot of the bed and sat back on his heels, cock out.
He took Alex’s chin in his hand and tilted his face up.
He looked at sweat and come smeared SLUT on Alex’s face and his parted lips.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Alex’s lips turned up.
Then he leaned forward and sunk his mouth down over Finley.
Finley pulled his eyes away from Alex in a desperate attempt to hold off his orgasm. He watched Henry push into Alex’s body. Henry was as weak for it as Finley was, and he started hard and fast. Alex’s body tensed and he pushed his mouth down to the root of Finley’s cock.
Finley cursed and doubled over Alex’s head. He frantically tried to pull out, but Alex surged forward and caught Finley’s release in his mouth. Alex shuddered and wailed, mouth still full of Finley’s cock. Henry pulled him back by the hips and gasped in relief as he finished inside Alex’s hole.
“Holy…” Finley’s heart was flying as Alex collapsed onto his side. He reached out to touch Alex’s face. Alex looked up at the men above him.
“That was so good,” Alex breathed.
“It’s all you, darling,” Henry said. “Catch your breath and we’ll get you cleaned up.”