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"Hey, um."
Landon wiped some sweat from his forehead and frowned down at where Casey was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, fiddling with a wad of paper with an intense look of concentration on his face. Casey swore under his breath and dropped the crinkled mess onto the table, then smiled up at Landon.
"Hey, Stacks. What's up?"
Landon looked at the paper. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Origami," Casey replied sheepishly. "Isn't it obvious? It's a dragon."
He held up the vaguely creature-shaped ball of creased and rumpled notebook paper.
"Maybe you should get a new piece of paper," Landon suggested. "Isn't there special paper for origami?"
Casey frowned faintly at the dragon and muttered, "Yeah, maybe." After a moment, he brightened, turning a beaming smile at his boyfriend as he asked, "Anyway, what's on your mind?"
Landon stiffened and asked defensively, "What do you mean?"
"You have your nervous face on," Casey told him.
Landon's stomach dropped. Why did Casey have to be so good at reading him? He'd only managed to gather the nerve to approach Casey because he told himself he could always back out and try again another day. Not anymore.
He swallowed and steeled himself, then blurted out, "Do you want to fuck other people?"
Oh no. That had come out all wrong. He watched with horror as Casey's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes widened with hurt and confusion.
"No, that's not what I mean," Landon said hurriedly. "I mean, that is what I mean, but I don't mean…" Landon trailed off, frustration burbling up as his words came out in a jumbled mess. "Fuck, I'm fucking this up."
"Are you breaking up with me?" Casey asked quietly.
"No!" Landon all but yelled in response.
Casey exhaled shakily, then caught Landon's eyes again. He slid up onto the couch, and grabbed Landon's hand to pull him down next to him.
"Okay, what are you saying, then?"
Landon took a breath, composing his thoughts. He'd planned out everything to say while he was on the treadmill. Why couldn't he remember his little speech now?
"So, um. You know how I don't like doing…" Landon paused, swallowing down his embarrassment, then continued, "You know how I don't want to do anal?"
"That's totally fine!" Casey told him quickly, squeezing their joined hands. "I don't need to do that! I don't feel, like, deprived or anything!"
Landon gave him another little reassuring smile and said, "I know. But don't you want to do it?"
"I'm fine not doing it. If I never have anal sex again, that would be fine."
Landon huffed a sigh and asked again, "But do you want to?" He wasn't sure how else to ask it. Repeating the same question wasn't going to get him anywhere. "You used to have hookups, right? Would you want to do that again?"
Casey looked as confused as ever. "But I have you now."
"Yeah, you do. I'm not going anywhere."
Realization dawned on Casey's face.
"Oh, like a threesome?"
"No!" Landon answered. "Or, yes? Um. I don't..."
"I don't really understand what you're suggesting," Casey admitted.
Landon scrubbed a hand over his face. He was fucking this up.
"Before we were together, you hooked up with a lot of people, right?" Landon asked.
Casey nodded.
"And you liked doing it, right?"
"Yeah, but I like the sex I have now, with you," Casey told him.
"I know, it's not—" Landon took another deep breath, then asked, "It didn't mean anything, right? It was just for fun?"
"And so I didn't have to be alone," Casey admitted, a touch self-consciously.
"But it can just be for fun. You can't have anal with me, so if you wanted to have it with someone else, it doesn't have to mean anything."
A parade of emotions warred on Casey's expressive face.
"I mean… I guess so. But I really do like the sex we have."
"Me too," Landon admitted. "But…"
"But?" Casey prompted.
Landon's cheeks went pink, but he forced himself to say, "I like watching you."
Casey's mouth dropped open before a smile played at the edge of his lips, eyes going hooded.
"I think I'm on the same page now."
"Yeah?" Landon asked dumbly.
"You want me to put on a show for you?"
Casey's voice had gone husky, and it was going straight to Landon's dick.
"Y-yeah," he confirmed. "And you get to do something you like, that I don't want to do."
"And you know I don't need it?" Casey asked urgently. "You know what we have is more than enough for me?"
Landon nodded, then said, "I know. But I want to. Only if you want it, too, though."
"Fuck, Landon," Casey groaned. "That's so hot. I think I need to suck your dick now."
Landon's laugh cut off into a strangled moan as Casey sank to his knees and buried his face between Landon's legs.
Perched on a bar stool, sipping his drink, Casey scanned the crowded room.
"What kind of guys do you usually go for?" Landon asked, head leaned in close so Casey could hear him over the thumping music.
"I'm not picky," Casey said casually, not taking his eyes off the mass of bodies on the dance floor.
They'd decided that Casey was going to get fucked tonight. Landon wanted to watch Casey top, too, wanted to watch his powerful thighs work as he wrecked someone. But tonight, tonight Casey was going to get wrecked instead. Landon wanted someone who could take Casey apart the way he deserved.
"What about that guy?" Landon asked after a minute.
He pointed to a stocky man with close cropped brown hair and a tidy beard flecked with glints of copper. His broad chest was covered in a thick layer of coarse hair and nothing else, and his dark wash jeans were straining over his tree trunk thighs.
Casey downed his drink and, with a wink to Landon, slid off his stool and into the crowd, winding his way towards where the man was dancing alone.
Casey was in his element here, hips swaying lithely as he locked eyes with the man. He slotted into place, tangling limbs as the two of them began to dance. Landon could see the man's eyes, dark and hungry, sweeping over his boyfriend's body.
Landon wasn't sure how he'd feel when he saw Casey with someone else. Casey had assured him that if he got jealous, if it was too much, they could call the whole thing off. But seeing his boyfriend pressed against the other man, the man's hands wrapped around Casey's waist, pulling him tight, sparked something in Landon. It was like a hot coal dropped into his belly.
Casey was doing this for him. He was doing it for Casey. And wasn't that just everything?
Just then, the man's face snapped towards the bar, scanning the men sitting there until he landed on Landon. The man smirked, not unkindly, and lifted his hand in a little wave. Landon was frozen by the stranger's gaze. The gravity of the situation was too heavy, his thoughts trudging through syrup, and all he could do was sit and watch Casey's lips brushing the shell of the man's ear as he explained what they were looking for.
The man spun Casey in his arms, gripping his hips with two beefy hands as he pulled Casey's ass back against his front, the two of them angled towards the bar. Casey's mouth fell open in surprise but he recovered quickly, letting his head fall back onto the man's shoulder. A bearded cheek rubbed against the sensitive skin of Casey's neck, and Casey tilted his head to allow better access.
Landon shifted in his seat, trying to subtly relieve the strain of the sudden tightness in his pants.
Casey ghosted his lips over the man's jaw as he grinded back shamelessly. They paid no attention to the throngs of people around them. The world had narrowed to the three of them.
Landon couldn't say how long he sat and watched his boyfriend all but fuck on the dance floor. Casey was so beautiful in his pleasure, eyes glazed, color high in his cheeks. Sweat plastered his golden hair to his forehead. Landon wanted to lick the salt off his chest. That would have to wait, though.
They had other things to take care of first.
Landon was already vibrating out of his skin by the time Casey took the man by the hand and pulled him up to the bar.
"This is Reed," Casey yelled, voice hoarse.
"Landon," Landon introduced himself. What was the etiquette when meeting the man that was going to fuck your boyfriend? Was he supposed to shake Reed's hand?
As usual, Casey saved him before he could spiral too much.
"Wanna get out of here?"
The drive back was tense, with charged silences and sneaked glances ratcheting the heat between them up to a million degrees. As soon as they were through the door of their house, Casey and Reed were on each other. They licked messily into each other's mouths, hands wandering and grasping.
Landon broke them apart with a quiet command.
"Bedroom, now."
Reed looked dazed as he pulled away with one last gentle kiss. He looked around, seemingly taking in the house for the first time.
"Wow, nice place."
"Thanks," Casey replied with something coy in his voice that made Landon ache with need. "I think you'll like the bedroom even better."
Casey laced his fingers with Landon's as he led Reed up the stairs, shooting a flirtatious look over his shoulder as they went.
In the bedroom, Casey brought Landon to the chair they'd set up at the end of the bed and put him into it with a gentle shove to the chest. He climbed in after his boyfriend, straddling his lap, and whispered into his ear, "You doing okay, Stacks?"
Landon nodded mutely. This was so much better than he expected. Casey was putting on a show for him. The power he felt was heady. He pushed his hips up into Casey's ass, letting him feel the hardness.
"Mmm, yeah, you're doing fine," Casey moaned quietly, grinding back down onto Landon's erection, almost unconsciously, before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and standing again.
Reed was watching the two of them openly while he cupped the bulge in his jeans.
"You two are hot. You can keep going if you want."
The reminder that someone was watching the two of them made Landon flush, but he felt a perverse pride, too. Casey, this hot, sexy, confident, charming man, was his. And he wanted everyone to know.
"Thanks, but Landon's the one who's gonna be watching tonight, if that's still alright with you," Casey said, standing and fixing Reed with a coy smile.
At Reed's resulting nod, Casey pushed him back onto the bed and slung a leg over his lap. Landon couldn't see them kissing from his vantage point, only the back of Casey's head as he leaned in towards Reed. He did have a clear view of Casey's ass wriggling as he shifted his hips, and of Casey pushing up the hem of the tank top Reed had put on when they'd left the club. Reed's breath hitched, and Landon felt a dark sort of pride that Casey, someone who could coax those types of noises out of men like Reed, wanted him.
They broke from their kiss long enough to peel each other out of their shirts, and Landon was treated to the wide expanse of Casey's back muscles, his shoulders stretching and flexing as he ran his hands over Reed's stomach, drawing groans of contentment from him.
Their pants and underwear were next, and then they were both naked, kneeling on the bed together. Landon's stomach clenched. This was really happening. There was a stranger naked in their bed, kissing Casey, their erections brushing against the other's thighs as they made out.
"Get Casey ready," Landon ordered, surprising himself. His voice was steady, somehow, and commanding.
"My pleasure," Reed purred.
They rearranged themselves, an awkward tangle of limbs unused to working together, until Casey was on all fours on the bed, facing Landon, and Reed knelt behind him.
"Fuck, this is the most perfect ass I've ever seen," Reed groaned, squeezing his asscheeks appreciatively.
Landon and Casey shared a knowing smile. It was pretty obvious Reed wasn't a hockey fan and didn't know who they were, which was safer for the two of them — they didn't have to worry as much about gossip coming out about tonight — and he didn't realize he was kneading a butt built by hockey. Landon wasn't vain, didn't suffer any illusions about his own attractiveness, but he did know that hockey players had the best butts of any sport.
"How do you want it?" Reed asked, still lazily massaging his ass. "I really want to eat you out."
"Fuck," Casey bit out. "Yeah, if you want to. I'd really like that."
Without any more preamble, Reed dove in, burying his face in Casey's ass, making Casey gasp raggedy, voice rough with surprise and pleasure.
Wet, slurping noises mixed with Casey's moans and shocked little whimpers, and for the first time all night, Landon felt a pang of uncertainty. Casey sounded so affected, like he was being taken apart piece by piece. Was this something Landon should have been giving his boyfriend all along? How could confident, experienced, Casey be satisfied with anxious, barely-not-a-virgin Landon?
Casey looked up then, as if he could sense Landon's unease, and his smile when their eyes met broke something loose in Landon's chest.
"Honest, Stacks, I don't need any of it," he remembered Casey earnestly telling him as they discussed their plans for tonight. "If you decided tomorrow that you didn't ever want to have sex again, it wouldn't change a thing between us."
Landon smiled back, and the warmth in Casey's gaze made him bold.
"How's it feel, Casey? Talk to me," he ordered quietly.
"Hng, feels so good, Stacks."
"Yeah?" Reed asked, voice muffled against Casey's skin.
"Fu-fuck, yeah. Oh, right there, do that again."
Casey's head fell forward onto the sheets, eyes fluttering shut as Reed lapped filthily at his hole. A litany of slurred babbling spilled into the sheets, and Landon's hand twitched on his thigh with the effort of not touching himself.
"Go on, use your fingers now," Landon found himself saying, desperate to learn what noises Casey would make when Reed was fucking him for real. He never would have thought of himself as brave enough to order anyone around, but lust had made his brain sluggish and his lips loose.
"Love you taking charge," Casey whined, but his voice broke on a gasp as Reed obeyed with a hand between Casey's legs.
Landon couldn't see what exactly Reed was doing, but Casey was moaning wantonly, already totally gone.
"O-oh, fuck. Mm, yeah, feels so… Yeah, so full, Landon — fuck, Reed, your fingers are so thick."
He squirmed on the bed, like he couldn't choose between rubbing himself against the sheets and pushing back against Reed's fingers.
"More, please, another," Casey begged through groans.
"You're such a slut, so desperate for it," Reed teased lightly. Before Casey could answer, Reed seemed to have added another finger, cutting off anything Casey might have wanted to say.
"So good," Casey whined, dropping his head down to the bed, so his voice was a little muffled as he begged, "Fuck me, please fuck me."
"Yeah? You're ready for me?"
Even though Casey moaned a little noise of affirmation, Reed looked to Landon before he made a move, a questioning look on his face.
Reed was asking Landon's permission to fuck Casey, he realized with a start, leaving him a little lightheaded as a jolt of lust lightning bolted through him. He nodded slowly, quietly telling Reed to fuck his boyfriend.
Reed didn't obey immediately, though, continuing to work Casey open with his fingers as he looked thoughtfully over at Landon and asked, "Aren't you gonna touch yourself?"
He and Casey had talked about it, before. "Casey, I'm not getting my dick out in front of a stranger. Sure, he was hard. So turned on he felt a little light headed. But this was about Casey. After…. After, it could be about Landon.
Casey answered for him.
"Not while you're here," he said coyly, voice much steadier than Landon thought he was capable of, with the breathy tenor of his moans.
"Oooh, so I'm the warm up act, huh? You getting it twice, babe? You're gonna be wrecked. Lucky you."
Landon blushed, but neither man corrected him. No one but the two of them needed to know what went on in their bed.
"Well, I ought to get started so you can get to the main event, hm?" Reed asked, pulling his fingers out, rolling on a condom, and coating his cock generously as he spoke.
Casey's bereft little whine at being left empty made Reed chuckle and stroke the small of his back soothingly with his clean hand.
"You make such pretty noises," Reed said as he lined himself up, making Casey gasp again, as if to prove his point. "Let's see what other noises we can get from you."
Reed's hips pressed forward slowly, a Cheshire cat grin blossoming on his face as Casey's heavy breaths grew more ragged.
"Fuck," Casey moaned, wriggling helplessly as Reed pressed into him.
The sight of Casey squirming and gasping as he was filled almost made Landon forget his own dick, pulsing against his fly with his pounding heartbeat. It was like nothing Landon had ever seen, Casey's agonized ecstasy like a painting of a martyr hanging on the wall of a museum. Casey getting fucked was art, and Landon couldn't imagine anything better than getting a front row seat.
"Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?"
Landon was annoyed at the interruption of the inane question for a split second, until Casey gasped back, "Yeah, so fucking good." He was so wrecked already.
Landon pressed the heel of his palm between his legs, giving himself a bit of pressure to grind against while Reed was focused on his task.
When he bottomed out, Reed paused. Both of them just breathed as Reed let them adjust to the stretch.
Casey lifted his head, eyes seeking out Landon. His gaze was heavy, his bright eyes dark with lust. Landon slowly, intentionally, rolled his hips up against his palm, and Casey's breath hitched.
"Fuuuuck," Casey moaned.
Reed took that as his cue to start moving, curling a hand around Casey's hip for leverage as he started to fuck into him, slow at first. The gentle motion shook a gasp from deep inside Casey's chest and his eyes fluttered shut.
"No, look at me," Landon murmured quietly.
Casey blinked, finding Landon's eyes, an unmoored look shuttering over his own face. Landon wanted to be his anchor.
"Talk to me," Landon ordered quietly.
"Feels so fucking good," Casey groaned.
"Yeah?"
"Filling me up so good — oh, fuck, right there, yeah!"
Casey bit his lip, eyes squeezing tight as they fell into silence, punctuated only by the wet slap of skin on skin and Casey's wounded moaning.
Reed's thrusts slowly picked up speed, and Casey's moans got louder, until—
"Fuck, Stacks, Landon!" Casey cried out as Reed's hips snapped into him brutally.
"Fuck, yeah, you like that?" Reed asked in a low growl.
"Yeah, yeah, love it," Casey panted.
"You gonna thank your man for letting you have this?" Reed pressed.
"Thank you, Landon," Casey whined, high and reedy. "All for you, love you so much."
Landon's mind, already foggy with lust, stuttered for a brief moment as his chest squeezed.
"Love you too," he muttered back, low enough that Reed knew to pretend he hadn't heard it.
Reed let them have their moment, choosing instead to quietly focus on chasing his own orgasm in Casey's body. His thrusts were getting erratic as he neared his peak. He gripped Casey's hips tighter, pulling Casey backwards into him.
"Oh my god," Casey whined. "Fuck, that's it. C'mon, give it to me," he urged.
Casey's begging tipped Reed over the edge. He pulled Casey tight against his chest, his front pressed to Casey's back from shoulder to ass as he came with a pained groan.
They stayed for a long moment, Casey speared on Reed's presumably softening cock as the three of them caught their breath together. Landon found his breathing was as labored as the other two's.
And Casey still hadn't cum.
"Are you gonna get him off?" Reed asked, addressing Landon as he peeled himself off of Casey, leaving him kneeling on the bed, his hard cock leaking precum against his abs.
"Uh, yeah," Landon replied.
"Aces! I don't want to be a selfish dick, but I didn't want to ruin your plans either."
Landon never thought he'd be having a conversation with a near-stranger about his boyfriend's orgasms.
"Thanks," he settled on as a response.
Reed stood, then, to throw away the condom. Landon was amazed at how easy it seemed to be for Reed, making no move to cover himself as he walked around the room in front of two strangers, his soft cock on full display. A part of Landon wished he could do that, be more like Reed.
"That was fun! Thanks for letting me join you!" Reed said brightly as he gathered his discarded clothes.
This was the tricky part. Casey insisted that bed and breakfast was part of the Hicks hookup experience ("You mean they cook you breakfast? Landon had asked with a snort), but Landon wouldn't get his dick out with someone else in the room.
Their compromise was, they'd invite their guest to take advantage of the luxurious shower, and Casey would help Landon take care of himself before the other man returned.
Casey was the one to offer, of course. Boneless on the bed, watching Landon squirm helplessly in his chair, he said, "If you want to take a shower, you can—"
"Nah, I'll get dressed and call a cab," Reed interrupted. He pressed a kiss to Casey's sweat soaked hair, then began stepping into his underwear.
"You don't have to go," Casey protested. "You can—"
"I know what you have planned once I'm gone, you lucky boy. I wouldn't dare get in the way of that," Reed answered with a wink. Then to Landon he said, "I've got him nice and loose for you to ruin."
Landon blushed bright crimson. His brain crashed from embarrassment, gears clicking and whirring as he struggled to get his thoughts back online.
"I'm not — we're not," Landon sputtered dumbly, face hot, once he regained the power of speech, but Reed had already gone. He and Casey were alone.
Casey had dropped onto his stomach on the foot of the bed and was watching with a fond grin as his boyfriend processed Reed's assumptions.
"Did you have fun, Stacks?" Casey asked softly once Landon's brain has rebooted.
The interruption of Reed leaving and Landon's embarrassment had deflated the tension in the room, but Landon was surprised to realize that he was still hard. And Casey was still naked, loose-limbed and glowing.
"Fuck, Casey, you're so fucking hot."
Smile growing more mischievous, Casey slinked off the bed, grunting softly as his still-hard cock dragged against the sheets.
"So are you, Landon."
Casey climbed onto Landon's lap and kissed him like a man starved, like he was trying to reclaim Landon after what he'd done with Reed.
"Been wanting to kiss you so bad," he breathed between kisses. "That felt so fucking good, but all I could think about was you."
Landon groaned helplessly into Casey's mouth, and his hips twitched helplessly upwards. He grabbed Casey's hips like a lifeline, cursing the two layers of fabric separating them.
"All for you, Landon," Casey whispered.
"God, fu— Love you, Casey," Landon said, the words tumbling over each other. He bucked his hips, desperate for any pressure.
Casey reached between them to unzip Landon's pants and pull his straining cock through the slit in his underwear. Landon hissed at the contact, a hot brand on his sensitive skin. The zipper pressed harshly into the base of his cock but he was beyond caring, the sharp bite of metal teeth a welcome counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure of his boyfriend's hand on him.
"The whole time he was fucking me, all I was thinking was how hot it was too have you watching. Telling us what to do," Casey whispered. "Like we were only there to give you a show."
"No, it was all for you," Landon protested.
Casey swallowed any more protests in a sloppy kiss as he wrapped a hand around both of their cocks, stroking together. Landon's brain turned to static and his world narrowed to the hand pressing his cock against the velvety skin of Casey's, a rough slide bordering on painful.
Casey got quiet as he reached his peak, mouth open in a silent o as he shot over his fist, his cum easing the glide and helping Landon follow him over the edge. His stomach clenched, and he buried his head in Casey's shoulder, babbling a frankly embarrassing stream of thanks and praise.
As they came down together, Landon realized he was still fully clothed. The crotch of his pants and a spot on the bottom of his shirt were soaked with their shared release. Landon winced.
Casey didn't seem to notice at all, though. He stretched luxuriously and settled himself firmly in Landon's lap.
"That was awesome," he said sleepily.
"Yeah, it was awesome," Landon echoed dumbly.
"Yeah? You liked it? For real?"
"Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Landon told him, voice warm with admiration and wonder.
"Cuz if you didn't get anything out of it, I'm so cool with keeping this a one-off. I don't need this, at all," Casey protested quickly.
"Casey," Landon said slowly. "Look at me."
Casey pulled back, shyly looking down at his boyfriend's glowing face.
"It was fucking hot. I liked it," Landon told him firmly.
Casey relaxed back into Landon's shoulder with a sigh of relief.
"Good. Because all I want is you, Stacks. And I don't ever want to do anything you don't want to do."
"What I want to do right now is take a shower."
Casey laughed and peeled himself off of Landon, pulling his boyfriend up after him.
"I can do that."