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‘Dare,’ Corey says and everyone groans. Corey glares ‘What? The game is truth or dare — or dare — ergo-’
‘Ergo? ’ Chris interrupts, throwing a handful of chips in Corey’s face as he sputters. ‘Ergo, christ. Just shut the fuck up and do truth like everyone else, man.’
‘The game is-’ Corey starts again. Chris groans again but Joey pipes up.
‘We’re on a bus, man,’ Joey points out, ‘what fun dares can we do?’
It’s just the five of them and the driver up front, rushing down the highway. The others (plus the crew) had picked the “sleeping” bus. Except for Corey. Shawn had simply informed him he was on whichever bus he wasn’t. Paul, Chris and Corey are sitting on the floor propped against the couches. Craig’s sat cross-legged on one couch and Joey’s laid out on the other, playing with Paul’s hair absentmindedly. He’d had it cut at their last stopover and Joey likes the new short texture.
‘I got one,’ Paul says, face cracking into a grin. Joey knows it can’t be good but it gets even worse when Paul reaches back and scoops him off the couch. Joey yelps, struggling where he’s ended up in Paul’s lap.
‘Motherfucker,’ he says, squirming while Paul laughs and holds his wrists so he can’t punch him. Joey can hear the rest of the guys laughing so he stops fighting, not wanting to give them a show.
‘Let me go, man — I’m not even fucking playing,’ Joey says, trying to twist his neck to look at Paul. But it’s impossible since Paul’s got Joey’s back against his chest. Paul shushes him, one of his hands fitting around his jaw. Craig and Chris are still cracking up but Corey’s frowning at Paul now.
‘So what’s the dare?’ Corey says, expression suspicious as Paul chuckles.
‘Lay one on Joe,’ Paul says, hands tightening as Joey growls and tries to wriggle loose again. Craig and Chris start laughing again. ‘A big wet one,’ Paul adds lower and right into Joey’s ear. Joey growls at him, though he feels a flicker of heat.
‘Okay, whatever,’ Corey says, shrugging. He crawls over to where Paul’s got Joey pinned. Joey tries to kick him as he gets closer. But Chris has come over now as well, catching his calf. Joey screams impotently, and even Corey’s laughing now.
‘Shut up, c’mon,’ Chris says, chuckling. Joey tries to kick again but Chris and Corey have one of his legs each. He can hear Paul chuckling too and feel his warmth against his back. It’s soothing, though Joey still wants to hit him. Corey’s crouched between his legs now. He’s got a hand on Joey’s chest, bunched up in his t-shirt.
‘How long for?’ he asks, eyes on Paul’s face over Joey’s shoulder.
‘Two minutes,’ Paul says and Joey groans. ‘With tongues.’
‘Paul, c’mon,’ Joey says but Paul just laughs as Corey ducks his head looking determined. Paul puts a hand on Joey’s forehead to keep his head up as Corey all but smashes their mouths together. All Joey can think at first is that it fucking hurts, and he fucking hates Corey and he fucking hates Paul. Corey relaxes a little into the kiss so Joey relaxes as well.
It’s that moment Corey remembers they’re supposed to be tongue kissing and takes the opportunity to stuff his tongue into Joey’s mouth. Corey’s tongue is hot and thick, and it’s unexpectedly a turn-on. Joey feels another flicker of heat. He’s suddenly hyper-aware of Paul’s warmth against his back and the heat of Chris’ hands on his bare calf.
‘Times up, man,’ Joey hears as if from a distance and Corey pulls back from his mouth. Joey takes a breath, he can feel his face burning. Corey sits back on his heels and Joey can see his face is flushed as well.
‘Oh man,’ Chris says, chuckling as he puts his knuckles against Corey’s cheek. Joey can feel Paul chuckling as well and it makes him blush harder.
‘Fuck off,’ Corey grunts, shrugging Chris off. Paul hasn’t softened his grip on Joey yet. Joey doesn't like the look Chris is giving him and Paul.
'Y'know Paul, I don't think that was two minutes,' Chris says, eyes on Paul’s face.
‘Hm?’ Paul says, ‘I think you’re right, man. It doesn’t count.’
‘It fucking does!’ Corey says, staring at Paul indignant. Joey can feel Paul chuckling against his back. Corey’s still knelt between Joey’s legs, flushed and glaring at Paul.
‘Nah, man,’ Chris says, putting his arm across Corey’s back. ‘You gotta do a forfeit.’
‘Yeah,’ Paul says and Joey can tell from his voice he’s grinning. Joey feels Paul’s hand on his waist. Joey squirms asking what the fuck he thinks he’s doing as Paul tugs up his t-shirt. Corey and Chris are watching them. Paul bunches Joey’s t-shirt up in one of his hands, pulling it up his chest. Joey’s just about to ask what he’s doing again when Paul’s thumb strokes over his nipple. Joey feels heat glutting into his gut. Fuck. Joey wants to both scream at Paul and never wants him to stop.
‘Let me go, man,’ Joey says, trying to wriggle out of his grip. But Chris has closed his hand around his leg again and now Craig’s dropped to his knees on his other side. He grins wide at Joey as his hand closes on his thigh, keeping Joey’s legs apart. Corey’s still glaring between Paul and Chris.
‘For the forfeit you have to kiss here,’ Paul says, gently squeezing the bud of Joey’s nipple. Joey grunts through his teeth, feeling the slight tug go straight to his cock. Paul doesn’t let go, squeezing again and laughing as Joey tries to jab him in the ribs.
‘C’mon,’ Paul says softly again, fingertips tightening enough to make Joey’s nipple sting and his back arch. Joey can feel the other’s eyes on him. His face is hot and he can feel his exposed chest flushing with the humiliation of his reaction.
‘Fine,’ Corey says, though his face is still very red. Paul, Craig and Chris chuckle. Paul flattens the hand he’s got on Joey’s chest, holding him back flush against him. Joey feels his other hand thumbing his jaw. Corey moves closer to him again, lowering his head with his lips pressed firmly together. It’s almost funny how focused he looks.
Joey isn’t really sure what he’s expecting. His gut is already twisted up with heat from Corey’s rough kisses and Paul's enveloping arms. But he definitely wasn’t expecting Corey to lick his nipple before latching his warm, wet mouth on him to suck. Joey gasps, sharp and embarrassingly loud. Paul chuckles.
Joey can feel Corey’s breathing, puffing against his chest, as continues to mouth him. It’s almost unbearably good and Joey’s struggling to keep himself still and quiet. Paul puts a hand on the back of Corey’s head, Joey can see his fingers laced through Corey’s hair. Joey feels like there’s heat radiating from the centre of his body. He’s very aware of the heat of Craig’s hand on his thigh. He feels Paul’s chin nudge his head gently.
‘Can you come like this?’ he asks voice low, but they’re all so close together everyone can hear it anyway. Joey hears Craig exhale sharply and the air in the bus suddenly seems heavy and humid with all of their hot breathing. Chris lets out a stifled giggle.
‘Fuck off,’ Joey grits out as Corey’s tongue rolls his nipple in his mouth. Paul snorts.
‘Yes or no, Joe?’ he says. He let’s go of Corey’s head, putting his hand on Joey’s stomach instead.
‘Fuck — yeah, yes,’ Joey admits. He doesn't care anymore. Doesn’t care who’s watching or who’s touching him. He wants it. Wants all of it. Wants the hot hands all over him to consume him.
‘You’re so fucking hot, man,’ Paul says, pulling Joey back to give him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Corey shifts, pulling his sticky mouth back from Joey but Chris puts a hand on the back of his neck.
‘Nah, man, forfeit’s not up,’ Chris says, grinning as he guides Corey’s head back into place. Joey bites his lip as Corey obediently starts to suck again. Chris licks his thumb and forefinger, catching Joey’s other nipple and rolling it between his spit-slick fingers. Joey shudders hard, arching back as Paul slips his hand into the sweats Joey’s travelling in. At the same time he feels Craig’s hand slip up his thigh to squeeze between his thighs. Joey groans, nearly biting through his lip. Paul’s got a hand inside his underwear while Craig’s still groping him over his clothes. Joey moans, unable to keep it as Paul starts to stroke his cock.
Corey’s licking his chest now, moving up so he can kiss and nip along his jaw. Chris is still thumbing his nipple, making Joey’s cock pound in Paul’s fist. Joey lets out another choked moan, turning his head so he can kiss Corey and muffle the sound with his warm mouth.
Paul hums and Joey can feel the vibration of it through his back. He knows Paul can feel his cock pulsing heavily from how close he is. Paul's strokes are rougher now and quick, and Joey can barely stand it. He feels his muscles snap taut all at once and knows he’s coming. Joey drags in a tight breath as the orgasm spreads out from his gut, leaving him trashing in Paul’s arms.
Joey feels his body go slack against Paul. He can feel where his come has wet his underwear. He’s sweated through his bunched-up t-shirt and it feels like he’s covered in Corey’s spit. Corey’s moved back from him, letting him get his breath back, and Chris and Craig have let him go as well. Joey feels like he’s been wrung dry.
‘Looks like the shows over,’ Paul says, voice amused as he extracts his hand from Joey’s underwear. He shows the smudge of Joey’s come to Corey, letting out a surprised laugh when Corey licks up his palm.
‘Sick fuck,’ he says, shoving him back as Corey grins. Joey can’t take his eyes off his mouth. Joey is shaken from his daze by Paul shifting behind him. He helps Joey up with careful hands and sets him back on the bench. Paul disappears to the bunks to get Joey some clean clothes and something to wipe him down.
Corey and Craig go back to cards and Chris goes back to his magazine. All talking normally as though they hadn’t just systematically taken Joey to pieces. Nothing other than the remaining flush in Corey’s cheeks to suggest anything unusual had just happened.