fic: Ask Me To Let Go
Sep. 29th, 2010 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
withimpunityTitle: Ask Me To Let Go
Pairing: Brad/Nate/Ray
Rating: Totally Explicit Oh Em Gee
Words: 2764
Warnings: Slight D/s, VERY slight (probably not at all) dub-con? Idk, just trying to cover my bases in case that disturbs anyone. OH! And DP.
A/n: Good lawd, is this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written or... I think it was a prompt via the kink meme, but I can't remember. I'll probably head over there and post a link here if I can find the prompt.
"Shit, this is my favorite part." Ray grins as soon as Nate starts crying around Brad's cock, tears streaming down his pretty, flushed cheeks as Brad fucks his face, fingers tangled up in Nate's hair. "Think you might need to let him breath soon, Brad?"
Brad shakes his head. "Nate's going to show us that he hasn't let all those liberal dicksucks kill the fucking skills the corps bestowed upon him. Like holding his breath for seven minutes straight."
"Fuck yeah," Ray murmurs and slams into Nate, fingers curled tight around Nate's hips. Brad grins across at Ray as Nate moans around his dick, saliva and precome dribbling down his chin.
"He's fucking tight, isn't he, Ray?" Brad asks, watching Nate's spine flex as Ray pulls him back onto his cock. "Been too fucking long since he's had one of us inside him and I know he's not getting any from those pussy-loving motherfuckers he works with. Isn't that right, Nate?"
Nate makes an incoherent noise around Brad's cock and thrusts his hips back, shoving Ray's cock deeper inside him.
"Jesus, Brad," Ray gasps, bruising Nate's hips with his fingertips, blunt edges of his nails cutting into Nate’s skin. "I'd take that as a yes, fuck."
"Good," Brad murmurs, threading his fingers through Nate's sweat-drenched hair. "That's good." He locks eyes with Ray and they exchange a series of looks: a lifted eyebrow, a quirk of Ray's lips, Brad nodding slightly, and then Ray's picking up the pace, screwing his face up and coming so hard he twinges a muscle in his thigh and pulls Nate off of Brad's cock.
“Holy fuck,” He breathes out, flopping bonelessly onto the bed.
Brad laughs when Nate takes the moment to suck in a deep breath. "It's okay," He rubs his thumb over Nate's slick, swollen mouth. "That was good., Nate." Brad takes Nate's face between his hands and kisses him, tasting himself in every corner of Nate's mouth.
"That's sweet," Ray mutters, sprawled out on the bed behind them. "Don't mind me."
Brad and Nate both turn around, staring at Ray's naked flesh, flushed pink and shiny with sweat.
Nate snorts. "You still bitch too much," he says hoarsely and Brad chuckles, then leans in and whispers something in Nate's ear, making Nate's eyes go liquid and dark as he leers down at Ray.
"Really?" Ray can't hear him, but he can see the words formed on his lips. Brad nods.
"Fuck you both, I fucking hate secrets." Ray grumbles, staring up at Nate and Brad as he works his nipples between his fingers. His eyes meet Brad’s as Brad pushes the clear bottle of lube into Nate’s shaky hands
“Jesus, Brad. Its my asshole, don’t you think I should get a say in whose cock get shoved up it? I’m not your obedient little puppy like Nate here. I don’t just bow my head and say yessir and no sir and please fuck me, sir like he does, asshole. You can’t just-”
“Ray. Shut up and spread your fucking legs.” Brad says, locking eyes with Ray as Nate squeezes lube into Brad’s palm. Ray watches, transfixed as Brad slides his hand around Nate's cock, getting it shiny and slick. “Nate’s going to fuck you and you’re going to like it. Not because you do what I say, but because you’re a dirty little slut and you know you getting fucked by a thick, hard cock.”
Ray tears his eyes away from Brad to look at Nate. “He has a point,” He grins, letting his thighs fall open. “Let’s see what you got, LT.”
“I haven’t been your Lieutenant in five years, Ray. You can stop calling me that.”
“Brad likes it,” Ray tells him earnestly. “Sometimes he makes me say ‘yes, sergeant’ when he fucks me, gets him harder than anything and he comes like a thirteen year old, gets it fuckin’ everywhere, dude. Nate,” He says as Nate pushes inside of him. “Fucking move.”
“See,” Brad murmurs behind Nate’s right ear, reaching down to touch Nate’s cock where its slipped inside Ray, rub his finger around Ray’s hole, all slick and stretched out around Nate’s dick. “Greedy little fucker. He wants you to pound him, Nate. He likes it when it hurts, when he can barely walk in the morning. He likes the way it feels when he has to go to work like that, like he can still feel your cock buried inside him.”
“Brad,” Ray honest to God whimpers. “Shut the fuck up.”
Brad smirks around Nate’s shoulder and Ray sees him move, repositioning himself. Then Nate’s eyes are flying open and he slams into Ray, cock ramming against Ray’s prostate and Ray cries out, ripping threads out of the sheets between his fingers.
“Fuck!”
“Shh,” Brad kisses the nape of Nate’s neck. “Calm down, Ray.”
Nate closes his eyes and Ray props himself up on his elbows, watching Brad grab Nate’s hips and slide into him fluidly.
“Not so tight now, are you?” Brad murmurs around the shell of Nate’s ear. “Ray fucked you open good for me, even slicked you up with his come. I can feel it inside you, Nate. Its still warm.”
“God,” Nate groans and falls forward, resting his forehead on Ray’s shoulder as Brad slams into him, in turn shoving his cock deeper into Ray.
“Fuck yes,” Ray hisses, fingers tangling with Brad’s around Nate’s hips. “Fuck him, Brad. Fuck the shit out of him, yeah.”
The bed frame squeaks in protests as they all start moving together. Brad grunts each time he thrusts into Nate. Nate keens and whimpers as Brad slams into him, then again as he fucks into Ray’s tightness, feeling it clench around him. Ray’s so lost in this he can barely see straight, eyes glazed over, mouth soft and slack. The way Nate’s laying on him makes it hard for him to jerk off, but he’s completely content just laying there, wide open, Brad fucking them both into the mattress.
“Come on, Nate,” Brad whispers against Nate’s neck, hand splayed out over Nate’s belly. “Come inside Ray’s tight little ass for me.”
“Jesusfucking--,” Nate gasps out and his back arches. Brad feels the muscles beneath his fingertips tighten as Nate lets out a long, drawn out groan, throwing his head back against Brad’s shoulder. Brad turns Nate’s head and licks Nate’s bottom lip, kisses him slow and deep with Nate’s cock still buried deep inside of Ray.
“Good boy,” he grins, sinking his teeth into Nate’s shoulder hard enough to leave behind angry red teeth marks as he pulls out of him. Nate kisses Ray’s left nipple then slowly pulls out of him and collapses on the bed next to them.
“Ray needs to come again,” He mumbles, slurring his speech a little as he waves his hand around.
“Fuck Ray,” Brad grins. “I’m the only one here that hasn’t come yet, you selfish motherfuckers.”
“Oh my God, Brad, would you shut up? I’ll make you have quadruple orgasms, whatever. I don’t care as long as you get in me right the fuck now.”
“Let him ride you, Brad.” Nate says softly, propped up on one elbow, watching.
“That works for me,” Ray grins as he crawls toward Brad on the bed, pushing him onto his back before he can say otherwise, lining his hole up with Brad’s cock. They both swear colorfully as Ray impales himself on it.
Ray wastes no time fucking himself on Brad’s cock. He plants his palms over Brad’s pecs and rides him like a high dollar whore, even sounds like one with all the moaning and shout outs to Jesus he’s throwing around. Brad’s hands are going to leave finger-shaped bruises along Ray’s hips and ass from all the squeezing and forcing Ray down onto his cock, but Ray doesn’t mind. He likes to see them the next day when he’s pulling his jeans on, likes to feel the soreness when he bumps into people in the store or on the street. Sometimes it gets him so hard he has to find a bathroom to jerk off in until he can get home to Brad and do it all over again.
“Harder,” Nate says from beside them and Brad chuckles.
“Giving directions now, are we?” Brad raises an eyebrow at him and Nate gives him that slow smile that reminds Brad that he could end him in about three seconds flat. He’s done playing the good boy for tonight, Brad can see it on his face. He’s ready to play. Brad gives a slight nod of his head, so slight Ray misses it, then Nate's moving behind Ray, in between Brad’s legs.
“What-” Ray asks when he notices Nate’s movement, but Brad cups his hand over his mouth.
‘No more talking,” Brad tells him and Nate’s hands wrap around Ray's waist, really shoving him down on Brad’s cock. Ray’s shout is muffled in the palm of Brad’s hand. Nate sees Ray start to reach for his dick and he catches Brad’s eye, shakes his head. Brad wraps his fingers around Ray’s wrist and pins them by his side. This leaves Ray’s mouth uncovered.
“What the fuck are you doing? Someone better touch my dick soon or you motherfuckers are going to find yourself in a world of pain when you wake up out of this orgy induced sex coma, I swear to fuck-”
“I think Brad said no more talking,” Nate murmurs against Ray’s cheek and Brad cups his hand around Ray’s throat, applying pressure to his windpipe, cutting off just enough air to have him gasping, to keep him from talking.
“Fu-” is all he manages to get out before he gives in. He doesn’t have much to do; Nate’s gripping his waist, lifting him up and down on Brad’s cock and Brad is fucking up into him. They’re just using him like a sex toy and Ray is gasping for air, lightheaded and dizzy, his cock leaking all over the place, and its fucking awesome.
“I love you like this,” Brad murmurs. To anyone else it would be unclear which one of them he was referring to, but they know: he means both of them. He loves it when Nate’s obedient and submissive, but he loves him like this too, so turned on and desperate for him and Ray, so wild that even Brad can’t predict what he’s going to do next. And he loves Ray the most when he’s a mouthy little fuck, talking filth and being a little bitch about everything, but when he’s like this, pliant and loose and just theirs, Brad thinks he’s never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.
“Nate,” Brad grits out, his jaw clenched tight. “Ray, fuck.”
“Hold on, Brad.” Nate instructs softly. “He’s almost there, aren’t you Ray?” Ray nods, parting his dry lips to gasp for the smallest bit of air. Ray feels Nate’s hands leave his waist and hears the snap of the bottle of lube being opened. He looks to Brad, but Brad doesn’t offer him any kind of answer, just keeps shallowly thrusting up inside of him, drying Ray crazy.
“Okay, Ray. I need you to lean forward and breathe.” Nate says and Brad’s hand comes off from around his throat. He can still feel the press of Brad’s fingers against his windpipe, wonders if there will be bruises there tomorrow too. He won’t be able to leave the house. Fuck, if his dick could get any harder it would, just at the thought of that.
“Whatthefuckareyoudoing!” Ray shouts when he feels Nate’s slick fingers probing around his hole, slipping inside of him next to Brad’s cock. Its tight and hot and it burns like fuck and Ray just doesn’t get what he’s trying to fucking do, literally split him open?
“Breathe,” Brad says, pulling him down to kiss him. “You can do this.”
‘Do what? Ray tries to ask, but then Nate is sliding his fingers out of him and he’s trying to replace it with something bigger.
“Oh fuck no,” Ray shakes his head adamantly. “No no no.”
“Yes,” Brad says firmly, holding Ray’s head between his large hands. “You can fucking do this. I want you to do this, Ray.”
“Fuck you, its not your asshole that’s about to get torn open like a bag of Cheetos, Brad.”
“Ray.”
Ray won’t look at him. “What?”
“Ray, look at me.”
Ray sighs, rolls his eyes, finally turns his head and looks at Brad. “What?”
“Trust us,” He says softly, thumbing the bruises beginning to bloom around Ray’s throat. And that’s it, that’s all it takes for Ray to melt against Brad and relax enough for Nate to lube up and push his cock in next to Brad’s. (Ray never claimed he wasn't easy - just belligerent..)
Brad’s holding Ray by the shoulders, watching him fall apart so beautiful on both of their cocks, sweat pouring down between the ‘v’ of his shoulder blades, down into his eyes, mingling with his tears.
“Does it hurt?” Brad murmurs and slides his fingers through the tips of Ray's hair.
Ray glares at him. “Are you that fucking stupid?” But then Nate shifts his hips and they all three groan; Brad catches Ray’s mouth and swallows his, fucking Ray’s mouth with his tongue as a distraction as Nate starts to move.
“Jesus fuck,” Brad breaks away from Ray’s mouth to curse, so Nate leans in and replaces it with his, sucking and biting on Ray’s bottom lip as Brad thrusts up into him. Ray can feel the bump and slide of Nate and Brad’s cocks inside of him. He’s going out of his mind, can’t think straight. It hurts like nothing he’s ever felt before, but it feels fucking amazing. He can’t figure out which is stronger so he holds on, remembers to breathe, tries to relax and just let them have him.
“Goddammit, Brad,” Nate grunts, pressing his sweaty forehead between Ray’s shoulder blades. “I can’t fucking -- Jesus Christ. Oh -- fuck -- yes." Nate's hips stutters, his fingers closing around the sharp curve of Ray's hipbones and Ray feels Nate’s come slick inside of him as his cock pulses out every last drop of orgasm.
“Fuck -,” Brad gasps, back arching off the mattress. “It’s so fucking tight, I can’t...Ray--”
“Brad," Ray's voice has gone ragged, whimpering Brad's name in the space between their bodies. “Fuck me, come on. Fuck me hard – yeah, Brad -- oh God--”
Ray’s orgasm doesn’t have time to build; it just slams into him, knocking the breath out of his lungs, stealing away his voice. He rides it out, mouth open in a silent scream, cock spilling messily all over Brad’s chest without a single hand touching him, and drags Brad along with him. Brad’s shout is deafening as Ray’s muscles clench and tighten around him and when it hits, his vision blacks out, nails slicing into Ray’s thighs as he comes in hot, thick spurts inside of him.
When they pull out of him, one at a time and very fucking slowly, Ray threatens, Ray rolls onto his stomach and just lays there. His legs are spread and he just feels so fucked open and taken apart. He can still feel them in him, a phantom ache, a false feeling of fullness. He can feel their come leaking out of him, dripping down the back of his legs.
“God, you really do look like a whore right now,” Brad says softly. Ray can't see where he is, but he sounds close.
Nate lies next to him and cards his fingers through his hair, whispering and murmuring things to him that Ray doesn't understand, things like beautiful and love and perfect, while Brad moves behind him, holds him open and licks his and Nate's come out of Ray's ass.
“M'not a whore,” Ray mutters, completely wrecked, making little choking sounds as Brad's tongue laps at his hole.
“Yeah you are,” Nate whispers just to him, like its their secret. “We both are. We're Brad’s whores.”
Ray doesn't argue.
Pairing: Brad/Nate/Ray
Rating: Totally Explicit Oh Em Gee
Words: 2764
Warnings: Slight D/s, VERY slight (probably not at all) dub-con? Idk, just trying to cover my bases in case that disturbs anyone. OH! And DP.
A/n: Good lawd, is this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written or... I think it was a prompt via the kink meme, but I can't remember. I'll probably head over there and post a link here if I can find the prompt.
"Shit, this is my favorite part." Ray grins as soon as Nate starts crying around Brad's cock, tears streaming down his pretty, flushed cheeks as Brad fucks his face, fingers tangled up in Nate's hair. "Think you might need to let him breath soon, Brad?"
Brad shakes his head. "Nate's going to show us that he hasn't let all those liberal dicksucks kill the fucking skills the corps bestowed upon him. Like holding his breath for seven minutes straight."
"Fuck yeah," Ray murmurs and slams into Nate, fingers curled tight around Nate's hips. Brad grins across at Ray as Nate moans around his dick, saliva and precome dribbling down his chin.
"He's fucking tight, isn't he, Ray?" Brad asks, watching Nate's spine flex as Ray pulls him back onto his cock. "Been too fucking long since he's had one of us inside him and I know he's not getting any from those pussy-loving motherfuckers he works with. Isn't that right, Nate?"
Nate makes an incoherent noise around Brad's cock and thrusts his hips back, shoving Ray's cock deeper inside him.
"Jesus, Brad," Ray gasps, bruising Nate's hips with his fingertips, blunt edges of his nails cutting into Nate’s skin. "I'd take that as a yes, fuck."
"Good," Brad murmurs, threading his fingers through Nate's sweat-drenched hair. "That's good." He locks eyes with Ray and they exchange a series of looks: a lifted eyebrow, a quirk of Ray's lips, Brad nodding slightly, and then Ray's picking up the pace, screwing his face up and coming so hard he twinges a muscle in his thigh and pulls Nate off of Brad's cock.
“Holy fuck,” He breathes out, flopping bonelessly onto the bed.
Brad laughs when Nate takes the moment to suck in a deep breath. "It's okay," He rubs his thumb over Nate's slick, swollen mouth. "That was good., Nate." Brad takes Nate's face between his hands and kisses him, tasting himself in every corner of Nate's mouth.
"That's sweet," Ray mutters, sprawled out on the bed behind them. "Don't mind me."
Brad and Nate both turn around, staring at Ray's naked flesh, flushed pink and shiny with sweat.
Nate snorts. "You still bitch too much," he says hoarsely and Brad chuckles, then leans in and whispers something in Nate's ear, making Nate's eyes go liquid and dark as he leers down at Ray.
"Really?" Ray can't hear him, but he can see the words formed on his lips. Brad nods.
"Fuck you both, I fucking hate secrets." Ray grumbles, staring up at Nate and Brad as he works his nipples between his fingers. His eyes meet Brad’s as Brad pushes the clear bottle of lube into Nate’s shaky hands
“Jesus, Brad. Its my asshole, don’t you think I should get a say in whose cock get shoved up it? I’m not your obedient little puppy like Nate here. I don’t just bow my head and say yessir and no sir and please fuck me, sir like he does, asshole. You can’t just-”
“Ray. Shut up and spread your fucking legs.” Brad says, locking eyes with Ray as Nate squeezes lube into Brad’s palm. Ray watches, transfixed as Brad slides his hand around Nate's cock, getting it shiny and slick. “Nate’s going to fuck you and you’re going to like it. Not because you do what I say, but because you’re a dirty little slut and you know you getting fucked by a thick, hard cock.”
Ray tears his eyes away from Brad to look at Nate. “He has a point,” He grins, letting his thighs fall open. “Let’s see what you got, LT.”
“I haven’t been your Lieutenant in five years, Ray. You can stop calling me that.”
“Brad likes it,” Ray tells him earnestly. “Sometimes he makes me say ‘yes, sergeant’ when he fucks me, gets him harder than anything and he comes like a thirteen year old, gets it fuckin’ everywhere, dude. Nate,” He says as Nate pushes inside of him. “Fucking move.”
“See,” Brad murmurs behind Nate’s right ear, reaching down to touch Nate’s cock where its slipped inside Ray, rub his finger around Ray’s hole, all slick and stretched out around Nate’s dick. “Greedy little fucker. He wants you to pound him, Nate. He likes it when it hurts, when he can barely walk in the morning. He likes the way it feels when he has to go to work like that, like he can still feel your cock buried inside him.”
“Brad,” Ray honest to God whimpers. “Shut the fuck up.”
Brad smirks around Nate’s shoulder and Ray sees him move, repositioning himself. Then Nate’s eyes are flying open and he slams into Ray, cock ramming against Ray’s prostate and Ray cries out, ripping threads out of the sheets between his fingers.
“Fuck!”
“Shh,” Brad kisses the nape of Nate’s neck. “Calm down, Ray.”
Nate closes his eyes and Ray props himself up on his elbows, watching Brad grab Nate’s hips and slide into him fluidly.
“Not so tight now, are you?” Brad murmurs around the shell of Nate’s ear. “Ray fucked you open good for me, even slicked you up with his come. I can feel it inside you, Nate. Its still warm.”
“God,” Nate groans and falls forward, resting his forehead on Ray’s shoulder as Brad slams into him, in turn shoving his cock deeper into Ray.
“Fuck yes,” Ray hisses, fingers tangling with Brad’s around Nate’s hips. “Fuck him, Brad. Fuck the shit out of him, yeah.”
The bed frame squeaks in protests as they all start moving together. Brad grunts each time he thrusts into Nate. Nate keens and whimpers as Brad slams into him, then again as he fucks into Ray’s tightness, feeling it clench around him. Ray’s so lost in this he can barely see straight, eyes glazed over, mouth soft and slack. The way Nate’s laying on him makes it hard for him to jerk off, but he’s completely content just laying there, wide open, Brad fucking them both into the mattress.
“Come on, Nate,” Brad whispers against Nate’s neck, hand splayed out over Nate’s belly. “Come inside Ray’s tight little ass for me.”
“Jesusfucking--,” Nate gasps out and his back arches. Brad feels the muscles beneath his fingertips tighten as Nate lets out a long, drawn out groan, throwing his head back against Brad’s shoulder. Brad turns Nate’s head and licks Nate’s bottom lip, kisses him slow and deep with Nate’s cock still buried deep inside of Ray.
“Good boy,” he grins, sinking his teeth into Nate’s shoulder hard enough to leave behind angry red teeth marks as he pulls out of him. Nate kisses Ray’s left nipple then slowly pulls out of him and collapses on the bed next to them.
“Ray needs to come again,” He mumbles, slurring his speech a little as he waves his hand around.
“Fuck Ray,” Brad grins. “I’m the only one here that hasn’t come yet, you selfish motherfuckers.”
“Oh my God, Brad, would you shut up? I’ll make you have quadruple orgasms, whatever. I don’t care as long as you get in me right the fuck now.”
“Let him ride you, Brad.” Nate says softly, propped up on one elbow, watching.
“That works for me,” Ray grins as he crawls toward Brad on the bed, pushing him onto his back before he can say otherwise, lining his hole up with Brad’s cock. They both swear colorfully as Ray impales himself on it.
Ray wastes no time fucking himself on Brad’s cock. He plants his palms over Brad’s pecs and rides him like a high dollar whore, even sounds like one with all the moaning and shout outs to Jesus he’s throwing around. Brad’s hands are going to leave finger-shaped bruises along Ray’s hips and ass from all the squeezing and forcing Ray down onto his cock, but Ray doesn’t mind. He likes to see them the next day when he’s pulling his jeans on, likes to feel the soreness when he bumps into people in the store or on the street. Sometimes it gets him so hard he has to find a bathroom to jerk off in until he can get home to Brad and do it all over again.
“Harder,” Nate says from beside them and Brad chuckles.
“Giving directions now, are we?” Brad raises an eyebrow at him and Nate gives him that slow smile that reminds Brad that he could end him in about three seconds flat. He’s done playing the good boy for tonight, Brad can see it on his face. He’s ready to play. Brad gives a slight nod of his head, so slight Ray misses it, then Nate's moving behind Ray, in between Brad’s legs.
“What-” Ray asks when he notices Nate’s movement, but Brad cups his hand over his mouth.
‘No more talking,” Brad tells him and Nate’s hands wrap around Ray's waist, really shoving him down on Brad’s cock. Ray’s shout is muffled in the palm of Brad’s hand. Nate sees Ray start to reach for his dick and he catches Brad’s eye, shakes his head. Brad wraps his fingers around Ray’s wrist and pins them by his side. This leaves Ray’s mouth uncovered.
“What the fuck are you doing? Someone better touch my dick soon or you motherfuckers are going to find yourself in a world of pain when you wake up out of this orgy induced sex coma, I swear to fuck-”
“I think Brad said no more talking,” Nate murmurs against Ray’s cheek and Brad cups his hand around Ray’s throat, applying pressure to his windpipe, cutting off just enough air to have him gasping, to keep him from talking.
“Fu-” is all he manages to get out before he gives in. He doesn’t have much to do; Nate’s gripping his waist, lifting him up and down on Brad’s cock and Brad is fucking up into him. They’re just using him like a sex toy and Ray is gasping for air, lightheaded and dizzy, his cock leaking all over the place, and its fucking awesome.
“I love you like this,” Brad murmurs. To anyone else it would be unclear which one of them he was referring to, but they know: he means both of them. He loves it when Nate’s obedient and submissive, but he loves him like this too, so turned on and desperate for him and Ray, so wild that even Brad can’t predict what he’s going to do next. And he loves Ray the most when he’s a mouthy little fuck, talking filth and being a little bitch about everything, but when he’s like this, pliant and loose and just theirs, Brad thinks he’s never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.
“Nate,” Brad grits out, his jaw clenched tight. “Ray, fuck.”
“Hold on, Brad.” Nate instructs softly. “He’s almost there, aren’t you Ray?” Ray nods, parting his dry lips to gasp for the smallest bit of air. Ray feels Nate’s hands leave his waist and hears the snap of the bottle of lube being opened. He looks to Brad, but Brad doesn’t offer him any kind of answer, just keeps shallowly thrusting up inside of him, drying Ray crazy.
“Okay, Ray. I need you to lean forward and breathe.” Nate says and Brad’s hand comes off from around his throat. He can still feel the press of Brad’s fingers against his windpipe, wonders if there will be bruises there tomorrow too. He won’t be able to leave the house. Fuck, if his dick could get any harder it would, just at the thought of that.
“Whatthefuckareyoudoing!” Ray shouts when he feels Nate’s slick fingers probing around his hole, slipping inside of him next to Brad’s cock. Its tight and hot and it burns like fuck and Ray just doesn’t get what he’s trying to fucking do, literally split him open?
“Breathe,” Brad says, pulling him down to kiss him. “You can do this.”
‘Do what? Ray tries to ask, but then Nate is sliding his fingers out of him and he’s trying to replace it with something bigger.
“Oh fuck no,” Ray shakes his head adamantly. “No no no.”
“Yes,” Brad says firmly, holding Ray’s head between his large hands. “You can fucking do this. I want you to do this, Ray.”
“Fuck you, its not your asshole that’s about to get torn open like a bag of Cheetos, Brad.”
“Ray.”
Ray won’t look at him. “What?”
“Ray, look at me.”
Ray sighs, rolls his eyes, finally turns his head and looks at Brad. “What?”
“Trust us,” He says softly, thumbing the bruises beginning to bloom around Ray’s throat. And that’s it, that’s all it takes for Ray to melt against Brad and relax enough for Nate to lube up and push his cock in next to Brad’s. (Ray never claimed he wasn't easy - just belligerent..)
Brad’s holding Ray by the shoulders, watching him fall apart so beautiful on both of their cocks, sweat pouring down between the ‘v’ of his shoulder blades, down into his eyes, mingling with his tears.
“Does it hurt?” Brad murmurs and slides his fingers through the tips of Ray's hair.
Ray glares at him. “Are you that fucking stupid?” But then Nate shifts his hips and they all three groan; Brad catches Ray’s mouth and swallows his, fucking Ray’s mouth with his tongue as a distraction as Nate starts to move.
“Jesus fuck,” Brad breaks away from Ray’s mouth to curse, so Nate leans in and replaces it with his, sucking and biting on Ray’s bottom lip as Brad thrusts up into him. Ray can feel the bump and slide of Nate and Brad’s cocks inside of him. He’s going out of his mind, can’t think straight. It hurts like nothing he’s ever felt before, but it feels fucking amazing. He can’t figure out which is stronger so he holds on, remembers to breathe, tries to relax and just let them have him.
“Goddammit, Brad,” Nate grunts, pressing his sweaty forehead between Ray’s shoulder blades. “I can’t fucking -- Jesus Christ. Oh -- fuck -- yes." Nate's hips stutters, his fingers closing around the sharp curve of Ray's hipbones and Ray feels Nate’s come slick inside of him as his cock pulses out every last drop of orgasm.
“Fuck -,” Brad gasps, back arching off the mattress. “It’s so fucking tight, I can’t...Ray--”
“Brad," Ray's voice has gone ragged, whimpering Brad's name in the space between their bodies. “Fuck me, come on. Fuck me hard – yeah, Brad -- oh God--”
Ray’s orgasm doesn’t have time to build; it just slams into him, knocking the breath out of his lungs, stealing away his voice. He rides it out, mouth open in a silent scream, cock spilling messily all over Brad’s chest without a single hand touching him, and drags Brad along with him. Brad’s shout is deafening as Ray’s muscles clench and tighten around him and when it hits, his vision blacks out, nails slicing into Ray’s thighs as he comes in hot, thick spurts inside of him.
When they pull out of him, one at a time and very fucking slowly, Ray threatens, Ray rolls onto his stomach and just lays there. His legs are spread and he just feels so fucked open and taken apart. He can still feel them in him, a phantom ache, a false feeling of fullness. He can feel their come leaking out of him, dripping down the back of his legs.
“God, you really do look like a whore right now,” Brad says softly. Ray can't see where he is, but he sounds close.
Nate lies next to him and cards his fingers through his hair, whispering and murmuring things to him that Ray doesn't understand, things like beautiful and love and perfect, while Brad moves behind him, holds him open and licks his and Nate's come out of Ray's ass.
“M'not a whore,” Ray mutters, completely wrecked, making little choking sounds as Brad's tongue laps at his hole.
“Yeah you are,” Nate whispers just to him, like its their secret. “We both are. We're Brad’s whores.”
Ray doesn't argue.
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Date: 2010-10-01 08:06 pm (UTC)