by Sean Michael
"Mmm... love that sound..." The words were whispered low.
He rumbled again and took Rig's mouth in a hard kiss. Rig hummed, rubbed against him, moaning, hands sliding on his head. Made him feel like a fucking god, Rig did. He purred, fingers sliding down to find Rig's ass, the kid's cock pushing against the back of his fingers.
"Mmm... yes. Yes. More." Rig shifted, moaning low.
The kid's sweet noises started about then, hips moving and rubbing. He slid his hands apart, letting Rig's ass and the kid's cock push together.
"Blue..." Rig moaned, arched.
"Naked," muttered Dick and he chuckled.
"Yeah, naked would be good."
That was all it took and the kid was working off his own shorts and t-shirt before starting on Rig's.
Rig's belly rubbed against his, hot and slick and lean.
He pulled off his PT shorts and there they were, all naked and hot and rubbing together. He rumbled and growled, pleased as fuck. A bit of a shift and a push and Dick's back hit the wall as he ground against Rig, making Rig grind back against Dick.
Rig's eyes met his, hot as hell, so fucking happy. "Made for this."
He nodded. He knew it.
He took Rig's mouth, the kiss hot, full of everything he felt and he rubbed and rubbed, humping against his lovers. Rig's arms were around his neck, Dick reaching for his waist, all of them moving and rubbing and sliding.
He could smell their sweat mingling altogether, strong and male and going straight to his fucking cock. He got one hand down between him and Rig, wrapped their cocks together and started tugging as his other hand slid behind Rig’s ass and around Dick's cock.
Rig's cry pushed into his lips, sweet and happy and horny as fuck, tongue fucking his lips in time.
He worked their pricks hard, Dick's sweet noises complementing the sound of flesh slapping, of Rig's tongue-sucking and their groans.
The kid came first, shooting up against Rig's back, making his Rabbit jerk and moan.
"Love that smell," he murmured, squeezing his and Rig's pricks, thumb sliding across the tips of them.
Rig nodded, eyes going wide as more heat sprayed, the smell sweet. With a rumble, he let his own load go, shooting up over his hand, coating Rig's belly and his own. He slumped against them.
"Oh. Oh, great fucking workout, marines." Rig's lips brushed his jaw.
He chuckled. "Now we can get that shower."
"And then we can get that fuck!" put in the kid.
"Gotta love marines with a plan." Rig's chuckle tickled his skin.
"Of course you do, we're marines." The kid sounded pretty confident, almost cocky. It was cute.
"No, Dick, we're not just marines. We're us."
"You're mine." Rig sounded very, very sure of that fact.
"Yes, sir," murmured Dick.
He chuckled and swatted the kid's hip. "Okay, let’s go before I decide to hell with the plan and fuck your asses up against the wall."
Rig grinned. "It'll be more fun soapy, Rocketman."
"You promise?"
"You know it." That laugh was fucking pure sex.
Dick groaned, starting to rub again and he shook his head. "None of that."
He gave them each a hard kiss and headed for the bathroom, confident they'd follow him. Rig's hands landed on his ass, squeezing. Oh, yeah, right behind him.
***
Fuck, it was hot.
Not just warm. Not just sunny.
HOT.
He was up on the ladder in the backyard cleaning gutters and repairing the edging the squirrels had gnawed on, sweat pouring from him. Shit, Rock said he never worked out. This?
Fucking exercise.
Grimmy started barking, the sound of the front door slamming faint. A moment later his marines came out the back door, the kid trailing Rock like he always did.
"Watch out for the pile of trash, y'all. It's nasty." Sexy bastards. He grinned down, wiped his forehead.
Rock just raised an eyebrow and skirted it, but the kid, god love him, stopped to ask, "You want us to bag it and take it out to the garage?"
"If you don't mind, sure." He shook his head and started in on the last bit. "Man, who ordered this heat?"
Rock grumbled and popped the kid one, but he got in there and helped bag and shift.
"Thought you liked the heat, Rig?" Dick smiled up at him, a smudge of dirt on one cheek.
"I do, but I'm feeling baked through to my bones. I must've sweated a gallon." He finally finished, carefully heading down the ladder.
Rock had stopped what he was doing and was watching him, standing near the ladder like his own personal safety net.
Rig gave his Blue a grin, got down, knees a little wobbly. "Man, I stood up there too long." He stretched up and then leaned down.
Rock immediately was at his side, arm around him. "Come on, you're coming in. The kid can finish putting everything away."
"Gee thanks," Dick stuck his tongue out at Rock, but gave him a smile. "He's right though, I can."
He just nodded. "Thanks, Dick. I'll make it up to you."
"You likely already have," Dick told him, giving him a smile with enough heat to rival the weather.
Rock snorted and led him inside and down the hall. "I'm putting you in a cool shower."
"Mmm. Sounds good." He smiled up. Fuck, Rock's eyes were blue.
"Yeah, I'm fucking you, too." There was that confident, happy grin.
"Oooh. You are? I am a lucky redneck."
"You know it."
Rock's arm supported him all the way into the bathroom where he was put into the shower and propped up against the wall. He was given a wicked grin, his only warning before Rock started the shower, him in it, clothes and all.
"Bitch." He didn't have much on, but wet tennies? Nasty. He chunked them off and then started unbuttoning his cutoffs.
Rock batted his hands away. "If you're finished with the insults -- that's my job."
"Oh. Okay." He smiled, turned his face to the water. Oh, fuck, that felt good.
Rock stripped out of his own shorts and then pushed up against him, fingers trailing along his body to his waistband.
"Mmm... beautiful fucking stud." He fucking lived for this.
"You know it." Rock got his cut-offs undone, pulled them down and shoved them to the end of the tub, that fine, hard body pushing him up against the tiles.
"Oh..." His eyes rolled, the cold of the tile and the heat of Rock's body driving him mad.
"Sexy as fuck," muttered Rock, hips sliding against his own, hands working soap into his skin.
"Feels so fucking good, Blue." He didn't understand how his lovers could make him need so fast, didn't try to. He just thanked God for it.
By the time Rock had him soaped up and washed off again, fingers starting to explore him more seriously, Dick's head appeared around the shower curtain. "Got room for one more?"
"Always." He reached out, wiped the smudge from Dick's cheek. "Three's the perfect number."
"Works for us," agreed Rock, pushing against him hard as one of Rock's hands tugged the kid into the water.
Dick just beamed and raised his face to the water, rinsing off before turning for a kiss. Rig dove into the kiss, legs wrapping around Rock's waist. Dick's hands slid along his legs, helping him settle his legs just right.
Rock's mouth took his first, Dick's following, pushing into the kiss with them, just where he belonged.
Rig just melted, relaxed, right where he wanted to be. Two sets of hands slid on his skin, large and sure, long and careful, it was sweet.
"Fuck, yes." He smiled at Dick, rubbed their noses together.
Dick grinned back at him, those sweet as fuck noises starting up as Dick rubbed against Rock.
"Sluts," muttered Rock.
"Yours." He met those blue-blue eyes.
"You better believe it."
His mouth was taken, Rock giving him the full on treatment.
Oh.
Oh, fuck ye
s.
He moaned, pressing closer. Yes, Blue. More.
Rock gave it to him, pressing close and rumbling, tongue fucking his mouth. Those fingers were hot on his skin, knowing just where to touch him, chased by Dick's own sweet touches. It was Dick who sank to his knees, forcing their hips apart so he could lick at first Rock's cock and then his.
"Oh. Again." He sucked on Rock's tongue, eyes rolling.
"That was the plan," Dick grinned up at him and then started licking again.
Rock just rumbled into his mouth, hands squeezed his ass, holding tight.
The kid started taking in both their cocks, just the heads, licking, sucking.
"Fuck, that's sweet." His eyes rolled, hands holding onto Rock's shoulders.
"Kid's got a mouth on him. I only know one better." Those blue eyes were looking into him.
Dick made a noise, teeth scrapping for a moment.
He arched, toes curling. "Fuck."
"Fuck, kid."
And that? Felt like laughter around his cock.
"He's getting cocky, Rocketman."
"That's my job," growled Rock. "What do you think we should do about it?"
Dick's head started to bob, taking them both deep, swallowing around the tips of their cocks.
"Fuck him into the mattress?"
"That works."
Oh, more laughter around their cocks, the kid's head bobbing faster.
"Except he has to beg f...f...for it." His eyes rolled.
"That's even better," growled Rock.
The kid's mouth disappeared.
"Hey!" complained Rock.
He glared down. "You lose your place, Pretty?"
"I'm thinking you two have to beg for it."
"I don't beg. I ask nicely."
"Turnabout is fair play, that's all I'm saying. If you're going to make me beg..."
Rock chuckled. "He's getting very cocky."
Rig laughed, reaching down to stroke Dick's hair. "No, he had been getting cocky. Now, he's cock-y-less."
Dick nuzzled into his touch and licked the tip of his cock.
"Hey!" Rock complained again.
"Mmm... So hot." He wasn't above priming the pump, so to speak.
That earned him a smile and Dick's mouth back around his cock.
"Hey!" Rock was starting to pout.
He looked up, lips brushing over Rock's, then kissing hard. No pouting. Rock purred and then the sound got louder as he felt Rock's prick join his in Dick's mouth.
He deepened the kiss, hips rocking in slow waves into Dick's mouth. Rock matched him and Dick just took them both, swallowing around them again and again.
Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. Sweet. Damn. He moved faster, harder, humping up, want becoming need.
The kid didn't tease them anymore and he and Rock didn't say anything, just fucked that sweet mouth, working together to get what they needed. He grunted as his balls tightened, thighs going taut. Fuck. Yes.
Rock's growl filled his mouth, his Blue's spunk filling Dick's mouth, he could feel it around his own dick.
He cried out, eyes rolling, hips jerking. "Fuck! Yes!"
Dick swallowed hard, obviously trying to take down everything they both had to give.
He leaned against Rock's shoulder, panting. "Damn."
"Uh-huh." Rock's lips caught his, the kiss lazy, sated.
"Score two for the kid," said Dick, making Rock laughed softly.
"Hell, yes." Rig grinned, nodded. "Sweet mouth."
"Mmm... my turn?" Those riverstone eyes looked up at them hopefully.
Rock laughed again. "Bed. And then I'll give you the fucking you're begging for."
"I'm not begging!"
"Sure looks like begging to me, kid."
"No, Rocketman. That?" He winked down at Dick. "Is asking nicely."
Dick laughed and pressed a kiss to his hip while Rock rolled his eyes and leaned past him to turn off the shower.
"Bed," his Blue growled. "Now."
"Is that begging?" Dick teased the bear.
"No, kid, that? Was an order."
"He's good at that. Ordering."
Dick nodded, grinned, chuckling as Rock hauled him up. "And you're usually better at following orders, kid."
God, he loved when Rock got rumbly.
Dick gave Rock a hard kiss. "You know I'll follow you wherever you lead, Rock."
Rock grunted, looking pleased.
"And me? I'm just in for the sex." He grinned, stepping out of the tub, ass wiggling.
"That's because you're a slut," Rock told him, hand sliding over his ass.
"Yep. Yours." He pushed back into the touch.
"You got that right." Rock squeezed his ass and then pushed him out the door and toward the bedroom, Dick stumbling along behind, laughing.
"We're the porn conga line!" He laughed, dancing in toward the bed, Rock snorting behind him.
Dick's giggles were sweet. "How about a man pile?"
That got a louder snort from Rock, but Dick tackled them both, sending them all tumbling to the mattress.
His breath whooshed out of him and he gasped. "How... how come I'm always on the bottom?"
"Luck?" Dick suggested.
"I can accept that."
"Long as everyone gets fucked, doesn't matter who's the bottom," muttered Rock.
He smiled, turning to meet those eyes. "You know it."
"It's about sex. Of course I know it." Rock gave him a wink and then a kiss, tugging the kid down so all three of their mouths slid together.
Oh, hell yeah. His men, naked, clean, kissing, in bed?
Heaven.
Two cocks, hot as brands, burned against his belly, wet tips leaving trails along his skin. Dick's noises filled his mouth. Rig found Dick's cock, started stroking, pulling, loving the feel of that long, long prick in his hand. Dick moaned and shuddered, hands sliding, finding his nipples.
Rock broke the kiss and disappeared a moment, coming back with the lube. "I believe I promised to fuck the kid through the mattress."
"That was the plan, yeah." He pushed into Dick's touch, eyes rolling.
Dick gasped and moaned. "Oh, yeah. It's a good plan."
Rock laughed, moving, shifting them so they were lying properly on the bed with his Blue between their legs as Dick lay on top of him.
"You going to fuck me while he does you, Dick?" Rig spread, offered.
"Oh fuck. Yes."
Dick nodded enthusiastically and Rock laughed again and two of those thick fingers pushed into his ass. "Good thing I have two hands."
"Oh..." He nodded, riding those fingers just like that.
Dick moaned and whimpered and made all those noises that belonged to him and Rock, while Rock looked smug and studly, both hands working, opening him and Dick right up.
Rig reached up, cupped Rock's jaw, thumb tracing that kiss-swollen bottom lip. Rock growled and bit at his thumb, teeth sharp but not hurting. His body squeezed Rock's fingers, lips parting on a moan.
Dick licked at his lips and then bent down to take one of his nipples in and start sucking. That long cock sawed against him, the rhythm dictated by the movements of Rock's fingers. His eyes rolled, breath panting out of him. He could just stay right here, forever.
"Oh, Fuck. Need." Dick's voice was strained, wanting.
Rock's finger slid away. "You get inside Rig first."
He nodded, legs spreading, begging for it. "Come on, now. In me deep."
Dick just nodded and looked down, hand guiding his prick to Rig's ass. And then Dick was pushing into him, sinking deep, going all the way. "Oh, fuck, Rig."
"That is the idea, kid." Rock's teasing words were threaded through with heat, his Blue's voice husky.
"Oh..." He leaned up, kissed Dick good and hard. Yeah. Yeah, so good.
Dick whimpered into his mouth and then whimpered again, cock pushing deeper into him as Rock filled Dick. He reached, hands finding Rock's strong shoulders. Yes.
They started to move, all three of them t
ogether, hot flesh sliding inside hot flesh, groans and grunts filling the air with their need, their love. Dick filled him, Rock was hot under his hands. So fucking good. Two pairs of eyes gazed down at him, both filled with pleasure and need.
Then Rock and Dick's hands met at his cock, fingers sliding together as they wrapped around him.
"Oh. My marines..." He arched, rocking faster, hips snapping.
"Uh-huh," gasped Dick, eyes starting to roll.
"You know it," growled Rock, hand squeezing harder around his cock, the pace picking up.
They started slapping together, sounds growing sharper, harsher.
Faster and harder and more and Dick was moaning and crying out and heat filled him as Dick's cock pulsed inside him.
"Oh, fuck. Yeah. Yeah." Rock's hand squeezed him, and his eyes rolled, spunk just pouring from him.
Dick kept rolling into him as Rock continued to fuck him and then his Blue moaned and froze, Dick making a soft, happy sound.
He hummed, so warm, so sated.
Their bodies all split apart and then they came together again, Dick and Rock on either side of him, keeping him warm, held.
"Oh. Yeah." He needed to make supper, feed the dogs, do... stuff, but...
Yeah.
"Sh..." murmured Rock, hand petting his belly.
A moment later the soft snores started.
Dick chuckle was soft and sweet, sleepy against his chest.
"Uh-huh." His fingers twined with Dick's, a soft purr escaping him as his eyes closed.
Dick snuggled close, breathing going soft, the kid's almost snores soon following Rock's.
Mmm. Yeah.
Yeah. April 2005
A museum.
He was in a fucking museum.
Rock wanted to know whose fucking idea this was.
Yeah, sure they were in New York on holiday. Sure, New York had all this fucking culture. But he was a sports fan. They should have been at fucking Yankee Stadium. Or even Shea Stadium. He wasn't fucking picky.
Or they could have gone to central fucking park and strolled. See him be not picky.
Except when it came to stuff like fucking museums.
This was the kid's fault. Dick had mentioned something about a cowboy showing or display or whatever the fuck fancy name they called it and how wouldn't that be fun. What the kid hadn't mentioned was that wasn't all that was here and damn, it was just never fucking ending.
Rock stopped in front of a bunch of dots on a canvas. Damn, that was ugly. Had they really paid to get in here?