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"No."
Spencer groans and arches his back, his knees sliding on the sheets. "Please, Brendon," he says, his voice already thready and strung-out.
Brendon continues to slowly, shallowly fuck Spencer with one finger, brushing his thumb over Spencer's lube-slick rim. "No," he repeats, and then looks up at Ryan. "Fuck, he's pushy."
Kneeling naked at the head of the bed, Ryan reaches out and brushes Spencer's hair out of his eyes. "You have no idea," he murmurs.
"I'm starting to get one," Brendon says, and then grins wickedly at Spencer's cry when he pushes in a second finger alongside the first.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Spencer pants, rocking his hips backward to take Brendon's fingers deeper, groaning when Brendon anticipates him and stills him with his other hand on Spencer's hip.
"Fine," Ryan says. "Fuck, Spencer, you're pushy."
Spencer glowers up at him. "And Brendon's a fucking tease, oh my God."
"Hey," Brendon says, affronted.
"Dude, you kind of are," Ryan says mildly. His hand is still gently curved around Spencer's jaw.
Brendon shrugs. "I could always stop."
"No," Spencer says immediately.
"Don't even think about it," Ryan says at the same time, and he and Spencer share a smile.
Brendon laughs and curls his fingers a little, and that's good. That's good until Brendon pulls them out entirely and reaches for the lube. Spencer grits his teeth and tries to convince himself that he can be patient.
Ryan strokes Spencer's jaw when it tightens. He murmurs, "Tense," and Spencer glares up at him. Then Brendon's hand is back, slicker than before, and he pushes in three fingers; Spencer's mouth drops open, and Ryan grins.
"That's good," Ryan says, thumbing at Spencer's chin and carefully opening his mouth wider. "Do you want..." He trails off, stroking his own cock and waiting.
"Yes," Spencer says immediately, the word turning into a hiss as Brendon slides his fingers out all the way and then pushes them back in all at once. The lube makes an obscene noise, and Spencer shudders.
"What did he say?" Brendon asks over Spencer's shoulder. His voice is teasingly smug. "Spencer, I missed what you said. Ryan asked you if you wanted to suck his cock, and you said—what?"
Ignoring the question, Spencer tries to lean forward so he can just take Ryan's cock into his mouth already, but Brendon's still holding on to his hip, and Ryan's suddenly got his free hand firm on Spencer's shoulder.
"What did you say, Spence?" Ryan asks. "Tell Brendon."
"You heard me," Spencer says irritably. Ryan's dick is right there, hard in Ryan's hand, wet at the tip. Spencer's mouth is watering.
"But Brendon didn't," Ryan says, with another lazy stroke up, then back down.
"Fuck you, I said yes and he knows it," Spencer growls. He watches, riveted, as a fresh drop of precome pearls Ryan's cock, and he licks his lips, looking up at Ryan through his lashes.
"Oh," Brendon says, pushing his fingers deep and then holding them there. "I guess it just sounds better when you mean it more."
Ryan gives Brendon a look, one eyebrow raised, and tilts his head after a moment. Brendon laughs.
Then Ryan shuffles forward on his knees, and Spencer licks his lips before opening his mouth again, because Ryan's guiding his cock to Spencer's mouth and it's almost there, almost there. Ryan rubs the head along Spencer's bottom lip and pulls back when Spencer tries again to lean in. "See, I know you mean it," he says, "but I like to hear you ask, too."
Spencer makes a sound that is almost a whine and looks up at Ryan. He makes a show of rubbing his lips together and licking them clean of Ryan's precome, then lets his mouth fall back open, tongue resting invitingly on his bottom lip.
Ryan's eyes narrow, and Spencer sees the way the muscles in his arm jump, because he's got to be gripping his cock tighter. They stare at each other for a long, unbroken moment before Brendon pipes up, "Why isn't he begging yet?"
"He's trying to hypnotize me," Ryan says drily, eyes never leaving Spencer's. "Come on, Spencer, just say you want it."
He lets go of Spencer's shoulder, not holding him back anymore, and Spencer surges forward, managing to say, "Yes, please," just before he gets his mouth on Ryan's cock.
Spencer seals his lips around the head, tongue pressed up hard against the underside, and Ryan hisses out a breath through his teeth. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," he says, still holding on to Spencer's chin, holding his jaw open as he thrusts a little into Spencer's mouth.
"Hey, that's not fair," Brendon complains. "That wasn't begging, that was, like. A polite request."
In his peripheral vision Spencer sees Ryan flipping Brendon off, and it makes Spencer smile around Ryan's dick. Or, well. As much as he can, anyway.
"No, Ross, fuck you," Brendon says. "Now I don't get to hear him beg for my dick."
"Poor baby," Ryan says flatly. "Are you going to get on with it, or what?"
Making a soft noise of assent in the back of his throat, Spencer arches his back again, like Brendon could have somehow forgotten that he's three fingers deep in Spencer's ass. Not that that isn't nice—that's really nice, actually—but Spencer doesn't want fingers. Spencer wants to get fucked, and Brendon and Ryan said they would, and it's really unfair that Brendon is such a goddamned tease and won't get on with it.
"You're thinking too much," Ryan says, touching Spencer's bottom lip with his thumb. "Stop it."
Spencer makes a plaintive sound around Ryan's cock, trying to draw some attention to the unfairness of it all, but then Brendon finally draws his fingers out and reaches for the lube again, and Spencer goes tense with want, waiting.
"Hold on, hold on," Brendon grumbles, cursing as he fumbles with the condom, and Spencer is just about ready to spit out Ryan's dick and ask what the fuck is taking so long when Brendon finally, finally guides his cock to Spencer's ass, pressing inside easily after all the stretching, and Spencer takes back every mean thought he's ever had about Brendon, or at least every one he's had in the last twenty minutes.
Brendon groans when he presses in all the way, and Spencer groans, too, making Ryan buck into his mouth. Spencer waits, sucking lightly at the head, until Brendon pulls out and pushes back inside—God, that feels good—and starts up an agonizingly slow, unsteady rhythm. Spencer settles into it, pushing his hips back as far as Brendon will allow, then starts working Ryan's cock again.
Spencer's not careful of himself or Ryan, using every dirty trick he knows to get Ryan to forget himself and fuck into Spencer's throat, holding his head still and just using his mouth. And Spencer takes it, leaning into Ryan's thrusts, taking him deep enough that he has to suppress his gag reflex, and he gets Ryan's dick as wet as he can. Ryan likes it wet, and Spencer always likes the way Ryan looks down at him when he's finished, wiping spit and come off of Spencer's chin.
"God, that's hot," Brendon says, voice ragged, and Spencer wonders for a second if Brendon's watching his dick in Spencer's ass or Ryan's dick in Spencer's mouth. But he doesn't have to wonder for long, because then Brendon says, "How does it feel, Ryan?"
"You've had his mouth on your dick before," Ryan says. His voice is still flat, but not quite even; Spencer opens his throat and swallows around Ryan's dick, and Ryan's voice cracks in the middle of saying, "You should know." Ryan's hand flies from Spencer's jaw to grab tight to his hair, and Spencer would smile in triumph if his mouth weren't full of cock.
"I would tell you how this feels if you asked me," Brendon says, thrusting forward pointedly. Spencer groans.
"I'd rather feel it myself," Ryan says, his breathing shaky as he thrusts into Spencer's mouth. "You should be going faster, Spencer wants me next."
Brendon moans showily. "He feels so good, Ryan," he says. "Maybe I won't let you have him at all." But he does fuck Spencer a little harder.
Spencer's eyes snap closed at the way Brendon keeps hitting his prostate. They're talking about him like he isn't there again, which he hates, but he's so full that he doesn't care as long as they keep fucking him. He gives Ryan's cock a good, hard suck and clenches down around Brendon at the same time, just to hear them both groan.
Ryan hisses again and tightens his fingers in Spencer's hair. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he asks, and Spencer's eyes widen, because no, that's not what he wants; he wants Ryan to fuck him after Brendon's done.
He shifts his weight so he can put a hand on Ryan's hip, pushing him back enough that Spencer can lap at just the head of Ryan's cock, getting the taste of Ryan all over his tongue. It might not be as satisfying as having Ryan fuck his mouth, but it's still good, and Ryan softly groans his appreciation.
"Lamer," Brendon taunts Ryan, circling his hips in a way that makes Spencer moan. "Can't even hold out for ten minutes—"
"Oh, yeah, like you do so much better when he's deep-throating you—"
Spencer takes his mouth off Ryan's cock for a second. "Will both of you just shut up already and fuck me?" he demands, his voice sounding raw.
Brendon's fingers dig hard into Spencer's hips. "I never stopped," he says.
"You've barely started," Spencer counters, turning his head to look challengingly at Brendon over his shoulder, and that definitely has the desired effect: Brendon picks up the pace, snapping his hips hard against Spencer's ass.
"Barely—you know what, fuck you too, Spence," Brendon says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that strokes Spencer just right on the inside and leaves him panting for more. Spencer's cock is flushed hard between his legs, screaming for attention, but Brendon doesn't touch him; he knows that's for later, when Ryan's inside Spencer and Spencer's shaking at the feeling of being fucked open so wide. Just thinking about it makes Spencer's dick jerk.
Taking himself in hand again, Ryan rubs the head of his cock over Spencer's lips and tongue. "Not long now," he tells Spencer, almost consolingly, and all Spencer can do is groan in reply.
Once he's really gotten going, Brendon's relentless. His fingers grip hard at Spencer's hips, and he's fucking Spencer hard enough that Spencer doesn't even try to get back to Ryan's cock; he just presses his forehead into Ryan's thigh and rides out Brendon's thrusts, eyes closed and mouth open as he breathes raggedly.
Ryan strokes his hair with his free hand and murmurs soft and filthy, "That's good, Spence. You look so good like this. After Brendon's done, you still want me, right?"
Spencer nods desperately against Ryan's thigh and shudders when Brendon pulls him back onto his cock and the angle shifts just enough.
Ryan just keeps talking, voice still steady when he says, "Remember the last time? I didn't even have to use lube because Brendon got you stretched and ready. But you were still tight. You're always tight, and you always sound amazing, especially when I'm pushing in for the first time. I love fucking you almost as much as you love getting fucked."
"Shit," Brendon grinds out, hips snapping forward and rhythm going uneven. Spencer doesn't even have to look up to know that Ryan's probably smirking, and he bites Ryan's thigh vengefully. Brendon totally could have lasted longer, could have fucked Spencer longer if it weren't for Ryan being an ass and taking advantage of Brendon's weakness for dirty talk.
"Ow!" Ryan says, but he's only dissuaded for a moment before he continues. "We should put Brendon in a cock ring sometime. He'd be able to keep fucking you for as long as you wanted," Ryan says, and even though he sounds all geared up to keep talking, Brendon growls and slams in deep, cock jerking inside Spencer as he comes. Ryan laughs.
"I hate you," Brendon pants, but he sounds more satisfied than mad.
Spencer groans and bucks back against him, trying to get Brendon off his back. Spencer still hasn't come, Ryan's still hard, and if Brendon is done, he should get out of the way. "Come on, get off," Spencer demands. "It's Ryan's turn."
"You're harshing my afterglow," Brendon informs him, but he pulls out slowly anyway. Spencer clenches down, a little sore and so empty, and really, really ready for Ryan.
"Why aren't you moving?" Spencer asks, raising his head to glare at Ryan. Ryan shrugs, but his cock is hard and leaking, and he's not fooling anyone. "Ryan, move."
"You could just suck me off," Ryan suggests, taking himself in hand again for Spencer's viewing pleasure, stroking himself slowly, but Spencer won't be denied.
"You promised!" Spencer says. "Come on, please."
"Oh, sure. You'll beg for Ryan but you won't beg for me," Brendon grumbles from the end of the bed. "I seriously hate you guys."
"No, you don't," Ryan says placidly, running his thumb over Spencer's lower lip longingly one last time before he unfolds himself and walks on his knees to the foot of the bed. "Condom," he says to Brendon, laying his hand on the curve of Spencer's ass, his thumb just edging into Spencer's crease.
"I'm not your slave," Brendon says. "Get your own fucking condom."
Spencer rolls his eyes. Now is not the time for Brendon and Ryan to be doing their asinine head-butting over nothing, not when Spencer's there between them begging to be fucked. "Brendon, will you just give him a goddamned condom?"
Brendon sighs. "Pushy," he says again, and then chucks the whole box at Ryan's head.
The box hits Spencer's lower back, because Brendon can't throw and Ryan can't catch for shit. "Ow," he says, even though it didn't really hurt. "Brendon."
"Shh," Ryan croons. "Hold on, I've got you." He presses his hips against Spencer's ass so Spencer can feel the heat of Ryan's cock resting against his crease, so close to what he wants that Spencer can't help but shudder with it, widening his stance to offer himself up.
"He wants it so bad," Brendon says, watching. "Don't you, Spence?"
"Yes," Spencer moans, all pretense gone. His cock is dripping onto Brendon's sheets now; he can see it when he drops his head to look at Ryan's skinny legs set inside his. "Ryan, come on, I need it."
"Yeah," Ryan says, and he pulls away for just long enough to get the condom rolled on. "Lube?"
Spencer feels his cheeks start to heat with a blush. "Already wet," he says.
Ryan's fingers ghost over his ass and then suddenly slide inside, two at once, curled just right to stroke over Spencer's prostate as he draws them out. Spencer makes a strangled noise, and Ryan says, "Yeah, I guess you are," before he lines up and pushes in.
"Fuck," Spencer says, mouth dropping open on a gasp as Ryan fills him up, more than Brendon, more than fingers, everything Spencer wants. He forgets about blushing, forgets about Brendon sitting right there next to him; his focus narrows to the hot press of Ryan inside him, and he moans shamelessly when Ryan is all the way inside, his hips pressed tight against Spencer's ass.
Ryan just grinds in at first, infuriatingly slow, but deep and so good. Spencer grips the sheets and presses himself back into it as much as he can, and a whine escapes him unbidden.
"I think he wants you to actually fuck him," Brendon says, and flops down on his back next to Spencer, tilting his head so he's right in Spencer's eyeline. He gives Spencer a slow, satisfied smile. "Hi," he says. He pushes Spencer's hair back behind his ear and says, "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
Spencer gives him a glazed look because yeah, of course he is, especially when Ryan finally pulls out and plunges back in, setting up a rhythm that jolts Spencer's entire body. Suddenly he can't help the sounds shaken loose from his chest with each thrust, and then Brendon's touching him, stroking over his jaw and then down his throat.
"You should see him, Ryan. He looks so good," Brendon says, and his hand trails down, stopping to stroke low on Spencer's belly, teasing. "Do you want me to get you off? Or do you want to wait until after Ryan comes?"
Spencer drags in a deep breath and tries to push forward so Brendon will touch his cock. "Want to come," he says, and Ryan makes a harsh sound, his hips slamming forward a little harder.
Brendon grips his cock lightly, too lightly, and Spencer's cock slides through, not enough friction. Spencer whines, and Brendon's eyes are dark. "You didn't beg for me before, and I felt left out," Brendon says. "Will you beg now? Say please?"
"Please," Spencer pants, groaning when Ryan thrusts in deep, the light touch of Brendon's hand on his cock a maddening tease.
"More," Brendon says, his eyes going a little darker.
Spencer groans. "Fucking please let me come."
Brendon lets go of his cock, the bastard, and Spencer moans in frustration. Brendon fingers the space behind his balls, then slips back and feels where Spencer's stretched to take Ryan's cock. Ryan groans and stills, lets Brendon touch where they're joined, and that's not good, not good at all, because Spencer needs Ryan to move.
Spencer's cock throbs, needy, and he gives in. "Please," he says. "Please, I want to come, please."
"So good," Brendon says, and lifts up off the bed to kiss Spencer, grabbing his cock and going for it, jerking him off roughly as Ryan starts moving again, matching his rhythm to Brendon's. Spencer cries out and gives himself over to it, to them.
Brendon's hand feels just right around Spencer's cock, slick with lube and Spencer's precome, and Spencer's brain abruptly shuts off as he moves between Brendon and Ryan, between the perfect pressure of Brendon's hand and the perfect feeling of Ryan filling him up. He muffles his moans against Brendon's mouth, kissing him almost savagely; his teeth sink into Brendon's lower lip, and Brendon makes a surprised noise. But Spencer doesn't let him get away, shifting his weight so he can plant one hand above Brendon's shoulder, caging Brendon underneath him.
Something in the movement changes Ryan's angle, or something, and the next few thrusts have Spencer breathing hard through his nose and curling his toes, babbling nonsense into Brendon's mouth, please and fuck and Ryan and Brendon over and over until he doesn't even know what what he's saying anymore, he's so close.
Brendon breaks the kiss, turning his head, and Spencer moans wordlessly as his mouth skims Brendon's cheek. "You should come now," Brendon tells Spencer, twisting his wrist a little, working his fingers over the slick head of Spencer's cock. "Come for us so Ryan can feel you."
"Brendon—" Ryan says, his voice sounding desperate, but whatever else he says is lost in the roaring of blood in Spencer's ears as his dick jerks in Brendon's grip, slicking his hand with come that drips all over Brendon's sheets.
Ryan's fingers dig into Spencer's hips as he fucks Spencer through it, so fucking good even when Spencer's skin begins to feel tight and oversensitive, when Ryan's strokes over his prostate become too intense to be called pleasure but still feel too good to be pain. Spencer drops his head and pants raggedly into the curve of Brendon's neck as he rides it out, loose and pliant as he waits for Ryan to come.
"So fucking hot," Brendon whispers in Spencer's ear, and Ryan makes a sound that's almost a snarl as he grinds in deep and stays there, his cock pulsing in Spencer's ass as he comes.
The room's silent except for their labored breathing for a few minutes. Brendon strokes his fingers over the side of Spencer's neck, and it's almost calming until Brendon coaxes his chin up and starts kissing him before he's fully regained his breath. Somehow, with Brendon's tongue sliding into his mouth, Spencer doesn't mind.
Ryan does, apparently.
"What about me?" he asks, poking Spencer's side with his bony little fingers. Spencer winces away, pulling his mouth from Brendon's to protest, but he ends up groaning, shuddering because Ryan's pulling out. The ache between Spencer's legs flares to life, even though Ryan's slow and careful about it.
"Ow," Spencer says. "What about you?"
"Oh, shit, are you okay?" Ryan asks. As soon as Spencer rolls onto his back, Ryan's right there, hands careful on his legs, helping him straighten them out as Spencer winces again.
"Way to break Spencer, Ryan," Brendon says, but Spencer feels the smile when Brendon presses his mouth to Spencer's neck. "You really okay?" he asks softly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," Spencer says. His voice is a little rough; he could use some water. He can probably convince Brendon and Ryan to get him anything he wants now, though, so he'll do that in a minute. "Just sore," he says, and he can suppress the satisfied smile, but not the blush that rises involuntarily.
Brendon pushes up onto one elbow, looking worried. "How sore? Sore enough that you don't want to do this again?"
"What? No!" Spencer says, maybe a touch too vehemently, if the way Ryan snorts is any indication. Spencer pinches the underside of Ryan's arm, right where Ryan hates being pinched the most, and Ryan squeaks and shuts up.
"Thank god," Brendon says, and nuzzles into Spencer's side.
"Yeah, because that was fucking hot." Ryan slides in on Spencer's other side and presses his cheek to Spencer's shoulder.
"I'm pretty sure we should do that at least once a week," Brendon suggests, and Spencer's ready to agree, but Ryan speaks up first.
"Wait, I thought you hated us," he says.
Brendon doesn't even move. His face is half smushed into Spencer's chest—which is pretty sweaty and gross—so his voice is a little muffled when he says, "Whatever. That was said in, like, the heat of passion. It doesn't mean anything."
Spencer snickers. "I can't believe you just used the phrase 'heat of passion' seriously."
"No shit," Ryan says, and he's laughing too.
Brendon huffs out a breath against Spencer's chest. "Okay, maybe I really do hate you a little," he says, but he doesn't even pretend to move away.
"Sure," Ryan says, slinging an arm over Spencer and pulling Brendon in even closer.
"We'll keep that in mind," Spencer agrees, and settles in between the two of them to fall asleep.
***
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stephanometra and untappedbeauty."No."
Spencer groans and arches his back, his knees sliding on the sheets. "Please, Brendon," he says, his voice already thready and strung-out.
Brendon continues to slowly, shallowly fuck Spencer with one finger, brushing his thumb over Spencer's lube-slick rim. "No," he repeats, and then looks up at Ryan. "Fuck, he's pushy."
Kneeling naked at the head of the bed, Ryan reaches out and brushes Spencer's hair out of his eyes. "You have no idea," he murmurs.
"I'm starting to get one," Brendon says, and then grins wickedly at Spencer's cry when he pushes in a second finger alongside the first.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Spencer pants, rocking his hips backward to take Brendon's fingers deeper, groaning when Brendon anticipates him and stills him with his other hand on Spencer's hip.
"Fine," Ryan says. "Fuck, Spencer, you're pushy."
Spencer glowers up at him. "And Brendon's a fucking tease, oh my God."
"Hey," Brendon says, affronted.
"Dude, you kind of are," Ryan says mildly. His hand is still gently curved around Spencer's jaw.
Brendon shrugs. "I could always stop."
"No," Spencer says immediately.
"Don't even think about it," Ryan says at the same time, and he and Spencer share a smile.
Brendon laughs and curls his fingers a little, and that's good. That's good until Brendon pulls them out entirely and reaches for the lube. Spencer grits his teeth and tries to convince himself that he can be patient.
Ryan strokes Spencer's jaw when it tightens. He murmurs, "Tense," and Spencer glares up at him. Then Brendon's hand is back, slicker than before, and he pushes in three fingers; Spencer's mouth drops open, and Ryan grins.
"That's good," Ryan says, thumbing at Spencer's chin and carefully opening his mouth wider. "Do you want..." He trails off, stroking his own cock and waiting.
"Yes," Spencer says immediately, the word turning into a hiss as Brendon slides his fingers out all the way and then pushes them back in all at once. The lube makes an obscene noise, and Spencer shudders.
"What did he say?" Brendon asks over Spencer's shoulder. His voice is teasingly smug. "Spencer, I missed what you said. Ryan asked you if you wanted to suck his cock, and you said—what?"
Ignoring the question, Spencer tries to lean forward so he can just take Ryan's cock into his mouth already, but Brendon's still holding on to his hip, and Ryan's suddenly got his free hand firm on Spencer's shoulder.
"What did you say, Spence?" Ryan asks. "Tell Brendon."
"You heard me," Spencer says irritably. Ryan's dick is right there, hard in Ryan's hand, wet at the tip. Spencer's mouth is watering.
"But Brendon didn't," Ryan says, with another lazy stroke up, then back down.
"Fuck you, I said yes and he knows it," Spencer growls. He watches, riveted, as a fresh drop of precome pearls Ryan's cock, and he licks his lips, looking up at Ryan through his lashes.
"Oh," Brendon says, pushing his fingers deep and then holding them there. "I guess it just sounds better when you mean it more."
Ryan gives Brendon a look, one eyebrow raised, and tilts his head after a moment. Brendon laughs.
Then Ryan shuffles forward on his knees, and Spencer licks his lips before opening his mouth again, because Ryan's guiding his cock to Spencer's mouth and it's almost there, almost there. Ryan rubs the head along Spencer's bottom lip and pulls back when Spencer tries again to lean in. "See, I know you mean it," he says, "but I like to hear you ask, too."
Spencer makes a sound that is almost a whine and looks up at Ryan. He makes a show of rubbing his lips together and licking them clean of Ryan's precome, then lets his mouth fall back open, tongue resting invitingly on his bottom lip.
Ryan's eyes narrow, and Spencer sees the way the muscles in his arm jump, because he's got to be gripping his cock tighter. They stare at each other for a long, unbroken moment before Brendon pipes up, "Why isn't he begging yet?"
"He's trying to hypnotize me," Ryan says drily, eyes never leaving Spencer's. "Come on, Spencer, just say you want it."
He lets go of Spencer's shoulder, not holding him back anymore, and Spencer surges forward, managing to say, "Yes, please," just before he gets his mouth on Ryan's cock.
Spencer seals his lips around the head, tongue pressed up hard against the underside, and Ryan hisses out a breath through his teeth. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," he says, still holding on to Spencer's chin, holding his jaw open as he thrusts a little into Spencer's mouth.
"Hey, that's not fair," Brendon complains. "That wasn't begging, that was, like. A polite request."
In his peripheral vision Spencer sees Ryan flipping Brendon off, and it makes Spencer smile around Ryan's dick. Or, well. As much as he can, anyway.
"No, Ross, fuck you," Brendon says. "Now I don't get to hear him beg for my dick."
"Poor baby," Ryan says flatly. "Are you going to get on with it, or what?"
Making a soft noise of assent in the back of his throat, Spencer arches his back again, like Brendon could have somehow forgotten that he's three fingers deep in Spencer's ass. Not that that isn't nice—that's really nice, actually—but Spencer doesn't want fingers. Spencer wants to get fucked, and Brendon and Ryan said they would, and it's really unfair that Brendon is such a goddamned tease and won't get on with it.
"You're thinking too much," Ryan says, touching Spencer's bottom lip with his thumb. "Stop it."
Spencer makes a plaintive sound around Ryan's cock, trying to draw some attention to the unfairness of it all, but then Brendon finally draws his fingers out and reaches for the lube again, and Spencer goes tense with want, waiting.
"Hold on, hold on," Brendon grumbles, cursing as he fumbles with the condom, and Spencer is just about ready to spit out Ryan's dick and ask what the fuck is taking so long when Brendon finally, finally guides his cock to Spencer's ass, pressing inside easily after all the stretching, and Spencer takes back every mean thought he's ever had about Brendon, or at least every one he's had in the last twenty minutes.
Brendon groans when he presses in all the way, and Spencer groans, too, making Ryan buck into his mouth. Spencer waits, sucking lightly at the head, until Brendon pulls out and pushes back inside—God, that feels good—and starts up an agonizingly slow, unsteady rhythm. Spencer settles into it, pushing his hips back as far as Brendon will allow, then starts working Ryan's cock again.
Spencer's not careful of himself or Ryan, using every dirty trick he knows to get Ryan to forget himself and fuck into Spencer's throat, holding his head still and just using his mouth. And Spencer takes it, leaning into Ryan's thrusts, taking him deep enough that he has to suppress his gag reflex, and he gets Ryan's dick as wet as he can. Ryan likes it wet, and Spencer always likes the way Ryan looks down at him when he's finished, wiping spit and come off of Spencer's chin.
"God, that's hot," Brendon says, voice ragged, and Spencer wonders for a second if Brendon's watching his dick in Spencer's ass or Ryan's dick in Spencer's mouth. But he doesn't have to wonder for long, because then Brendon says, "How does it feel, Ryan?"
"You've had his mouth on your dick before," Ryan says. His voice is still flat, but not quite even; Spencer opens his throat and swallows around Ryan's dick, and Ryan's voice cracks in the middle of saying, "You should know." Ryan's hand flies from Spencer's jaw to grab tight to his hair, and Spencer would smile in triumph if his mouth weren't full of cock.
"I would tell you how this feels if you asked me," Brendon says, thrusting forward pointedly. Spencer groans.
"I'd rather feel it myself," Ryan says, his breathing shaky as he thrusts into Spencer's mouth. "You should be going faster, Spencer wants me next."
Brendon moans showily. "He feels so good, Ryan," he says. "Maybe I won't let you have him at all." But he does fuck Spencer a little harder.
Spencer's eyes snap closed at the way Brendon keeps hitting his prostate. They're talking about him like he isn't there again, which he hates, but he's so full that he doesn't care as long as they keep fucking him. He gives Ryan's cock a good, hard suck and clenches down around Brendon at the same time, just to hear them both groan.
Ryan hisses again and tightens his fingers in Spencer's hair. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he asks, and Spencer's eyes widen, because no, that's not what he wants; he wants Ryan to fuck him after Brendon's done.
He shifts his weight so he can put a hand on Ryan's hip, pushing him back enough that Spencer can lap at just the head of Ryan's cock, getting the taste of Ryan all over his tongue. It might not be as satisfying as having Ryan fuck his mouth, but it's still good, and Ryan softly groans his appreciation.
"Lamer," Brendon taunts Ryan, circling his hips in a way that makes Spencer moan. "Can't even hold out for ten minutes—"
"Oh, yeah, like you do so much better when he's deep-throating you—"
Spencer takes his mouth off Ryan's cock for a second. "Will both of you just shut up already and fuck me?" he demands, his voice sounding raw.
Brendon's fingers dig hard into Spencer's hips. "I never stopped," he says.
"You've barely started," Spencer counters, turning his head to look challengingly at Brendon over his shoulder, and that definitely has the desired effect: Brendon picks up the pace, snapping his hips hard against Spencer's ass.
"Barely—you know what, fuck you too, Spence," Brendon says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that strokes Spencer just right on the inside and leaves him panting for more. Spencer's cock is flushed hard between his legs, screaming for attention, but Brendon doesn't touch him; he knows that's for later, when Ryan's inside Spencer and Spencer's shaking at the feeling of being fucked open so wide. Just thinking about it makes Spencer's dick jerk.
Taking himself in hand again, Ryan rubs the head of his cock over Spencer's lips and tongue. "Not long now," he tells Spencer, almost consolingly, and all Spencer can do is groan in reply.
Once he's really gotten going, Brendon's relentless. His fingers grip hard at Spencer's hips, and he's fucking Spencer hard enough that Spencer doesn't even try to get back to Ryan's cock; he just presses his forehead into Ryan's thigh and rides out Brendon's thrusts, eyes closed and mouth open as he breathes raggedly.
Ryan strokes his hair with his free hand and murmurs soft and filthy, "That's good, Spence. You look so good like this. After Brendon's done, you still want me, right?"
Spencer nods desperately against Ryan's thigh and shudders when Brendon pulls him back onto his cock and the angle shifts just enough.
Ryan just keeps talking, voice still steady when he says, "Remember the last time? I didn't even have to use lube because Brendon got you stretched and ready. But you were still tight. You're always tight, and you always sound amazing, especially when I'm pushing in for the first time. I love fucking you almost as much as you love getting fucked."
"Shit," Brendon grinds out, hips snapping forward and rhythm going uneven. Spencer doesn't even have to look up to know that Ryan's probably smirking, and he bites Ryan's thigh vengefully. Brendon totally could have lasted longer, could have fucked Spencer longer if it weren't for Ryan being an ass and taking advantage of Brendon's weakness for dirty talk.
"Ow!" Ryan says, but he's only dissuaded for a moment before he continues. "We should put Brendon in a cock ring sometime. He'd be able to keep fucking you for as long as you wanted," Ryan says, and even though he sounds all geared up to keep talking, Brendon growls and slams in deep, cock jerking inside Spencer as he comes. Ryan laughs.
"I hate you," Brendon pants, but he sounds more satisfied than mad.
Spencer groans and bucks back against him, trying to get Brendon off his back. Spencer still hasn't come, Ryan's still hard, and if Brendon is done, he should get out of the way. "Come on, get off," Spencer demands. "It's Ryan's turn."
"You're harshing my afterglow," Brendon informs him, but he pulls out slowly anyway. Spencer clenches down, a little sore and so empty, and really, really ready for Ryan.
"Why aren't you moving?" Spencer asks, raising his head to glare at Ryan. Ryan shrugs, but his cock is hard and leaking, and he's not fooling anyone. "Ryan, move."
"You could just suck me off," Ryan suggests, taking himself in hand again for Spencer's viewing pleasure, stroking himself slowly, but Spencer won't be denied.
"You promised!" Spencer says. "Come on, please."
"Oh, sure. You'll beg for Ryan but you won't beg for me," Brendon grumbles from the end of the bed. "I seriously hate you guys."
"No, you don't," Ryan says placidly, running his thumb over Spencer's lower lip longingly one last time before he unfolds himself and walks on his knees to the foot of the bed. "Condom," he says to Brendon, laying his hand on the curve of Spencer's ass, his thumb just edging into Spencer's crease.
"I'm not your slave," Brendon says. "Get your own fucking condom."
Spencer rolls his eyes. Now is not the time for Brendon and Ryan to be doing their asinine head-butting over nothing, not when Spencer's there between them begging to be fucked. "Brendon, will you just give him a goddamned condom?"
Brendon sighs. "Pushy," he says again, and then chucks the whole box at Ryan's head.
The box hits Spencer's lower back, because Brendon can't throw and Ryan can't catch for shit. "Ow," he says, even though it didn't really hurt. "Brendon."
"Shh," Ryan croons. "Hold on, I've got you." He presses his hips against Spencer's ass so Spencer can feel the heat of Ryan's cock resting against his crease, so close to what he wants that Spencer can't help but shudder with it, widening his stance to offer himself up.
"He wants it so bad," Brendon says, watching. "Don't you, Spence?"
"Yes," Spencer moans, all pretense gone. His cock is dripping onto Brendon's sheets now; he can see it when he drops his head to look at Ryan's skinny legs set inside his. "Ryan, come on, I need it."
"Yeah," Ryan says, and he pulls away for just long enough to get the condom rolled on. "Lube?"
Spencer feels his cheeks start to heat with a blush. "Already wet," he says.
Ryan's fingers ghost over his ass and then suddenly slide inside, two at once, curled just right to stroke over Spencer's prostate as he draws them out. Spencer makes a strangled noise, and Ryan says, "Yeah, I guess you are," before he lines up and pushes in.
"Fuck," Spencer says, mouth dropping open on a gasp as Ryan fills him up, more than Brendon, more than fingers, everything Spencer wants. He forgets about blushing, forgets about Brendon sitting right there next to him; his focus narrows to the hot press of Ryan inside him, and he moans shamelessly when Ryan is all the way inside, his hips pressed tight against Spencer's ass.
Ryan just grinds in at first, infuriatingly slow, but deep and so good. Spencer grips the sheets and presses himself back into it as much as he can, and a whine escapes him unbidden.
"I think he wants you to actually fuck him," Brendon says, and flops down on his back next to Spencer, tilting his head so he's right in Spencer's eyeline. He gives Spencer a slow, satisfied smile. "Hi," he says. He pushes Spencer's hair back behind his ear and says, "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
Spencer gives him a glazed look because yeah, of course he is, especially when Ryan finally pulls out and plunges back in, setting up a rhythm that jolts Spencer's entire body. Suddenly he can't help the sounds shaken loose from his chest with each thrust, and then Brendon's touching him, stroking over his jaw and then down his throat.
"You should see him, Ryan. He looks so good," Brendon says, and his hand trails down, stopping to stroke low on Spencer's belly, teasing. "Do you want me to get you off? Or do you want to wait until after Ryan comes?"
Spencer drags in a deep breath and tries to push forward so Brendon will touch his cock. "Want to come," he says, and Ryan makes a harsh sound, his hips slamming forward a little harder.
Brendon grips his cock lightly, too lightly, and Spencer's cock slides through, not enough friction. Spencer whines, and Brendon's eyes are dark. "You didn't beg for me before, and I felt left out," Brendon says. "Will you beg now? Say please?"
"Please," Spencer pants, groaning when Ryan thrusts in deep, the light touch of Brendon's hand on his cock a maddening tease.
"More," Brendon says, his eyes going a little darker.
Spencer groans. "Fucking please let me come."
Brendon lets go of his cock, the bastard, and Spencer moans in frustration. Brendon fingers the space behind his balls, then slips back and feels where Spencer's stretched to take Ryan's cock. Ryan groans and stills, lets Brendon touch where they're joined, and that's not good, not good at all, because Spencer needs Ryan to move.
Spencer's cock throbs, needy, and he gives in. "Please," he says. "Please, I want to come, please."
"So good," Brendon says, and lifts up off the bed to kiss Spencer, grabbing his cock and going for it, jerking him off roughly as Ryan starts moving again, matching his rhythm to Brendon's. Spencer cries out and gives himself over to it, to them.
Brendon's hand feels just right around Spencer's cock, slick with lube and Spencer's precome, and Spencer's brain abruptly shuts off as he moves between Brendon and Ryan, between the perfect pressure of Brendon's hand and the perfect feeling of Ryan filling him up. He muffles his moans against Brendon's mouth, kissing him almost savagely; his teeth sink into Brendon's lower lip, and Brendon makes a surprised noise. But Spencer doesn't let him get away, shifting his weight so he can plant one hand above Brendon's shoulder, caging Brendon underneath him.
Something in the movement changes Ryan's angle, or something, and the next few thrusts have Spencer breathing hard through his nose and curling his toes, babbling nonsense into Brendon's mouth, please and fuck and Ryan and Brendon over and over until he doesn't even know what what he's saying anymore, he's so close.
Brendon breaks the kiss, turning his head, and Spencer moans wordlessly as his mouth skims Brendon's cheek. "You should come now," Brendon tells Spencer, twisting his wrist a little, working his fingers over the slick head of Spencer's cock. "Come for us so Ryan can feel you."
"Brendon—" Ryan says, his voice sounding desperate, but whatever else he says is lost in the roaring of blood in Spencer's ears as his dick jerks in Brendon's grip, slicking his hand with come that drips all over Brendon's sheets.
Ryan's fingers dig into Spencer's hips as he fucks Spencer through it, so fucking good even when Spencer's skin begins to feel tight and oversensitive, when Ryan's strokes over his prostate become too intense to be called pleasure but still feel too good to be pain. Spencer drops his head and pants raggedly into the curve of Brendon's neck as he rides it out, loose and pliant as he waits for Ryan to come.
"So fucking hot," Brendon whispers in Spencer's ear, and Ryan makes a sound that's almost a snarl as he grinds in deep and stays there, his cock pulsing in Spencer's ass as he comes.
The room's silent except for their labored breathing for a few minutes. Brendon strokes his fingers over the side of Spencer's neck, and it's almost calming until Brendon coaxes his chin up and starts kissing him before he's fully regained his breath. Somehow, with Brendon's tongue sliding into his mouth, Spencer doesn't mind.
Ryan does, apparently.
"What about me?" he asks, poking Spencer's side with his bony little fingers. Spencer winces away, pulling his mouth from Brendon's to protest, but he ends up groaning, shuddering because Ryan's pulling out. The ache between Spencer's legs flares to life, even though Ryan's slow and careful about it.
"Ow," Spencer says. "What about you?"
"Oh, shit, are you okay?" Ryan asks. As soon as Spencer rolls onto his back, Ryan's right there, hands careful on his legs, helping him straighten them out as Spencer winces again.
"Way to break Spencer, Ryan," Brendon says, but Spencer feels the smile when Brendon presses his mouth to Spencer's neck. "You really okay?" he asks softly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," Spencer says. His voice is a little rough; he could use some water. He can probably convince Brendon and Ryan to get him anything he wants now, though, so he'll do that in a minute. "Just sore," he says, and he can suppress the satisfied smile, but not the blush that rises involuntarily.
Brendon pushes up onto one elbow, looking worried. "How sore? Sore enough that you don't want to do this again?"
"What? No!" Spencer says, maybe a touch too vehemently, if the way Ryan snorts is any indication. Spencer pinches the underside of Ryan's arm, right where Ryan hates being pinched the most, and Ryan squeaks and shuts up.
"Thank god," Brendon says, and nuzzles into Spencer's side.
"Yeah, because that was fucking hot." Ryan slides in on Spencer's other side and presses his cheek to Spencer's shoulder.
"I'm pretty sure we should do that at least once a week," Brendon suggests, and Spencer's ready to agree, but Ryan speaks up first.
"Wait, I thought you hated us," he says.
Brendon doesn't even move. His face is half smushed into Spencer's chest—which is pretty sweaty and gross—so his voice is a little muffled when he says, "Whatever. That was said in, like, the heat of passion. It doesn't mean anything."
Spencer snickers. "I can't believe you just used the phrase 'heat of passion' seriously."
"No shit," Ryan says, and he's laughing too.
Brendon huffs out a breath against Spencer's chest. "Okay, maybe I really do hate you a little," he says, but he doesn't even pretend to move away.
"Sure," Ryan says, slinging an arm over Spencer and pulling Brendon in even closer.
"We'll keep that in mind," Spencer agrees, and settles in between the two of them to fall asleep.
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