Rating: Oh so NC-17
Original Date of Completion: October 2002
Pairing: Kris Draper/Darren McCarty/Kirk Maltby
Disclaimer: I own them all, and you can't have a one of them. This is totally fake, and conjured in the confines of my demented little mind, so don't sue me.
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Can't get my mind off you
I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you
Makes me want to get undressed
I wanna be with you
In spite of what my heart says
I guess I want you too bad
All I want is
Moonlights, with you there inside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
baby, baby, baby, baby
Ooh, I get so high
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise
You're making me high
baby, baby, baby, baby
I want to feel your heart and soul inside of me
Let's make a deal you roll, I lick
And we can go flying into ecstacy
Oh darlin' you and me
Light my fire
Blow my flame
Take me, take me, take me away
Toni Braxton "You're Making Me High"
Used Without Permission
They're intoxicating. Watching the two of them takes me to places no drug could ever dream of. There aren't very many times when the two of them aren't on my mind. Day and night, night and day, they keep a hold on my thoughts. The lust that radiates between us three is enough for innocent passers by to get drunk on. But for me, the lust resonated between the two of them takes me to a place few others have ever dared to go. For the better part of the last six years, I've been floating on the drug that is them. And I wouldn't trade that for any amount of money in the world.
People say a lot of things about us. "It's all about sex, they're just horny, they're just whores", so many unkind words. People don't know us. They don't know what we're like behind closed doors. They only see the facade we portray to the world. They don't know how the three of us will lay and cuddle, and watch movies at night. They don't know how when one of us has a problem, the other two are right there to make it better. They don't know how much we love each other. In short, they don't know us, at all.
I love the two of them more than I've ever loved anything. There's an uncomparable connection between the three of us, there has been from the first second Kirk stepped into our lives. That's what makes us such an effective line. The chemistry we have is amazing, both on and off the ice. We can tell what the other is thinking without saying a word. We know where the others are without even having to look. There is a little bit of all of us imbedded in each other's souls. No matter what the situation, be it happiness, sadness, anger, or pain, we can feel each other. I was quite thankful to have that. Especially right now. Because without that, we may never have known of his pain. Because he's too proud (read: stubborn) to admit it on his own.
It's hurting him now, I can see it plain as day. But on top of that, I can feel it, deep in the pit of my stomach. His back rests stiffly against the back of his seat. He has barely moved since we stepped on the bus. For most of the last hour he's sat just like that; back pressed firmly against the seat, his hand entwined with Mac's beneath his sport coat, him fighting back pained whimpers as Mac's head rests sleepily on his shoulder. I wanted nothing more than to take all of his pain away. If I could take it for him, I gladly would. But I knew I couldn't do that. As much as it pained me, I knew that his pain just had to run its course. But that didn't mean there was nothing I could do. I could take his mind from his pain, if only for a little while. I could give him a shot of the drug that is our love, and take him to that place where pain didn't exist. And that's just what I planned on doing, with some assistance from a couple new items I purchased while we were in Toronto.
I grin at the thought, reaching over and picking up my bag from the empty seat beside me. A jolt of lightning flashes beside the bus, illuminating it long enough for me to locate the package. Never let it be said that Sean Avery doesn't get good ideas. It was his suggestion, and his sales pitch that convinced me to buy these "fuzzy cubes of joy." I was skeptical at first, we'd never had a problem making foreplay enjoyable. But Sean's sales pitch had made it impossible not to see things his way.
"Just think about it, on a rainy night, you guys don't want to go out, just pull out the dice and play a nice little game. It's a hell of a lot better than Monopoly."
Better than Monopoly indeed, or at least I'd like to assume it would be. It wasn't much to assume, the two of them naked beat metal game pieces and paper money any day. But just in case, I'd test the theory tonight. It was raining, we didn't want to go out, and one of us was hurting. It seemed to be the perfect night to break in some foreplay dice.
By the time the bus pulled into the parking lot of the Joe, I was bubbling over with excitement. Holding onto foreplay dice for nearly an hour and thinking about all of the things that could happen with them will do that to you. So many different scenarios flashed through my head, but they all resulted in the same thing; Kirk feeling better. That's what this night was about for me, and I'm sure Mac wouldn't disagree. By the time we were finished, he wouldn't be able to think about his back. The drug will have its effect, and he'll be feeling nothing but pleasure. If it happened to get to us too, then so be it. But tonight, the main focus was all about him.
I watched with a smile as Kirk tried to wake Mac up, petting his hair gently, and whispering to him softly. Mac grumbled, and wrapped his arm around Kirk's chest, moving his head from Kirk's shoulder to the crook of his neck. My heart jumped in that happy way that it does whenever I see them together. No matter how often I see it, I could never get tired of seeing them together. They just...fit. I don't think there were two people in the entire world more designed for each other than them. I was just glad that in their design, there was a spot to include me. Because even as much as I enjoy watching them together, I'd get lonely by myself.
Mac finally awoke when Joey’s quiet "ahem" shook him from Kirk's neck. He looked at them with a grin, then flashed one back at me. All of us smiled, and watched him as he walked to the front of the bus. There was a time when Joey would join us on nights like tonight. He was part of the Grind Line once, we were loyal to our own. He'd never really fit into our dynamic, there was always something that kept him on the outside. None of us had ever made false proclamations of loving him, or of him loving us. The love always existed between just us three, Joey just joined in for the lust. Those days were over now, he was a coach. And it wouldn't look too great on the resume to be sleeping with players.
Various gripes and groans were uttered as the bus was cleared out. The rain seemed to get harder as one by one everyone stepped out into it. I don't know what that really says about heaven's opinion of us, but I'm not going to dwell on it. I love the rain. There's something oddly comforting about a rainstorm, I don't know what it is, but it's there. At least for me. My boyfriend's however, did not agree, as they were two of the loudest complainers amongst the group. Mac burst in a run toward our truck the second his feet hit the parking lot. I watched with a giggle, but was quickly silenced as Kirk walked up to me and slipped his hand into mine.
"Care for a walk in the rain?" He asked with a grin, cinching his bag on his shoulder.
"Don't mind if I do,"
We walked off toward the truck in silence, not a care given to the fact we were holding hands in a wide open public place. Like I said, the rain was a strangely calming thing. So while holding hands in this place on a clear day might stress me, doing it in the rain didn't phase me at all. Besides, it's not like our teammates had a problem with it. And I don't think any fans were crazy enough to stand outside in a storm like this. If they were, well then they deserved to catch us for being that devoted.
When we arrived at the truck, Mac had already started it and sat inside waiting for us. I opened the door for Kirk, and ushered him inside. He looked at me warily, and with a sigh stepped inside. I watched him intently as he slid onto the seat, just as stiffly as he had been on the bus. It really bothered me to see him like that. I've dealt with the two of them injured a lot, but it never got any easier to see. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to take their pain away was one of the more irritating things in the world. But the desire to try anyway was always there. Tonight was certainly no different. I'd try my hardest to take his pain away, if only for a little while. And judging from the fun things written on the dice, I'd say the odds of that were pretty good.
* * *
The drive back to our house was quite the adventure. With the rain beating down on the windshield, the wipers only working on low, and Mac's night blindness, it's a minor miracle we made it home alive. Thank the man upstairs (and the tires) that we made it home safe and sound.
Once we were home, Mac burst into a run again, straight up to the front door. I rolled my eyes at him as I stepped out of the truck. Kirk followed me with a giggle, and grinned when I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Plan to use that?" He asked mischievously.
I turned to him with a smirk and pressed him gently against the truck. "You betcha," I replied, softly pressing my lips to his.
Before any real kissing could begin, I took my lips from his. He jutted out his bottom lip and whimpered a soft pout. I grinned, and slowly licked along his cheek, erasing a streak of raindrops that was quickly replaced. A soft smile spread across his face, and I couldn't help but remark.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" I told him as he grasped my hand.
I'm sure he blushed at my words, but I didn't press any further to find out. Slowly we walked up to the house, the air silent except for the beating of the rain and the squish of our feet. The door was wide open as we stepped onto the porch, and inside we could already see Mac's half naked form walking around the living room. Whenever we were home, it was nearly impossible to keep clothes on him. That's probably why we had such a great sex life. It was kind of hard to see Mac naked and not get turned on, he was just too hot.
As we stepped in, we heard a crash, and Mac scream "Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!" We both muttered "firewood," and shook our heads. I shut the door behind us, then leaned against it to remove my shoes. I watched Kirk out of the corner of my eye as he tried to do the same. He bent down slightly, but quickly pulled back up with a quiet hiss. My attention turned to him immediately, leaving my shoe half on and half off. I put my hands on his hips, and he rolled his eyes with a sigh.
"Are you okay?" I asked, gauging him with my eyes.
"I'm fine," He sighed in reply, pushing me away softly.
I pulled away from him and kicked my shoe the remaining way off. I watched him closely as he again tried to bend down, but pulled back up almost instantly. He sighed in frustration, leaning back against the wall with a shiver. My hand quickly found it's way to his shoulder, and I stared at him concernedly.
"Don't tell me you're okay. Are you hurting?" I asked, squeezing his shoulder.
He smiled softly and shook his head. "Just a little stiff, nothing to cry over," He said with a shrug.
I smiled and ran my hand down his arm, eliciting another shiver from him. "Then why are you shivering?"
"Rain soaked clothes?" He sighed, rolling his eyes.
I grinned and tugged him lightly toward the living room. "Guess we'll have to get you out of those as soon as possible,"
I dragged him into the living room, and directed him straight onto the couch. Softly, as not to hurt his back, I pushed him back onto the couch. He grinned, and pulled me to him for a kiss. Our lips met heatedly, passion flooding from us in the form of sloppy kisses. My hands traveled slowly down his body, stopping at the waist of his jeans. I tugged roughly at his shirt, yanking it untucked. Our tongues wrestled gently as I slipped my hands under his shirt. Again he shivered.
"Your hands are cold," He murmured, only briefly separating our lips.
I grinned as I slipped my hands further up his shirt. He jerked beneath my touch, then pulled my lips back to his. Our kisses picked up right where they left off. My hands danced tiny circles on his skin, causing goosebumps to form. His fingers snaked up my back, coming to a stop in my hair. Slowly, I pushed his shirt up, bringing to view the flawless skin of his stomach. My hands traced the lines of his abs, coaxing quiet whimpers from him. As I pushed the shirt past his chest, I felt an arm slip around mine, and hot breath against my ear.
"You couldn't wait for me?" Mac asked, sucking on my earlobe.
"We were just getting started," I breathed in reply, slipping my hand into his hair as he licked down my neck.
My fingers clenched in his curls as he sucked softly at my neck. His hands slipped around me, and went immediately to my waist, pulling my shirt from my jeans. Rough, calloused hands slid slowly up my stomach, coming to a stop at my nipples. I moaned as he grabbed one between his fingers, massaging it gently. My eyes jammed closed from the feelings, and it was then I felt another pair of hands on me. My eyes opened and were met with a grin from Kirk. He yanked my shirt over my head, and tossed it away, landing to the side of the fireplace. He tried to sit up, but I stopped him immediately with a hand on the chest. He looked on in question, which I answered with a quiet yelp as Mac bit down on my neck. Mac pulled away with a giggle, then sat down at Kirk's feet. I turned back to him, and for the first time noticed he was now fully naked. Slowly, I slid a hand up his leg, deliberately ignoring his cock. Kirk looked on with a chuckle, which garnered him a glare from Mac. This time I was the one giggling, jumping out of the way before Mac could retaliate.
I walked back to the foyer and grabbed my bag. I carried it back into the living room, then dropped it on the back of the couch. They both looked at me with a grin as I dug inside my bag. I knew what they were both thinking, as I was the unofficial lube master of our trio, and my bag was the place I kept it. But they were in for a surprise this time. I pulled the dice from the bag, and let it drop to the floor. I dropped the dice onto Kirk’s chest, then walked around to the front of the couch. Kirk picked up a die and read it with a mischievous look on his face.
"What are these?
" He asked, his smile big enough to light up the room.
"Foreplay dice," Mac answered for me, picking up the other die and squeezing it in his hands.
I nodded, and slipped my hand back under Kirk's shirt, pushing it completely off this time. "I figured, there's nothing like a nice game on a stormy night,"
Kirk grinned, and sat up to kiss me. I submitted to his lips briefly, before pushing him back down onto the couch. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Are you not going to let me do anything tonight?" He asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
Before I had the chance to answer, Mac crawled up next to him, and silenced him with a kiss. I watched their lips clash, my jeans getting increasingly tighter. Sometimes I had to wonder if this wasn’t my favorite part. I've said it so many times, but it's true. Seeing the two of them together was like a drug, happily numbing my senses and taking me to a state of euphoria. Sometimes, just seeing them together was enough. Tonight however, was not one of those times. Tonight was about making Kirk feel better. That, and breaking in our new fuzzy friends.
Kirk whimpered as Mac pulled away, and Mac brushed his fingers softly through Kirk's hair. He slid off the couch and dropped next to me on the floor. We shared a quick kiss, then both turned our gazes to Kirk.
"You don't have to do anything tonight, baby," I murmured, leaning up and licking around his pec, purposely ignoring his nipple.
"Yeah, this is all about you," Mac whispered, following my lead with the opposite pec.
Kirk whimpered, and clenched his hands in Mac's hair. When he let go, Mac got to his feet. He snatched up the other die from Kirk, then handed them both to me.
"Floor, bed, couch?" He asked.
I grinned, then glanced behind me at the fireplace. "Definitely the floor,"
Mac quickly pushed the coffee table out of the way, then laid down on the rug in front of the fireplace. I tossed the dice down at him, rolling my eyes at his shriek when they landed on in his crotch. Kirk shook his head as he slid down onto the floor. I tried not to be obvious in my watching him, but I failed as he looked at me and rolled his eyes. He crawled up beside Mac, grazing his hand slowly up his chest. Mac shivered beneath his touch, his cock growing slightly. For a brief second, I was content to just watch them again, until a quick pain in my jeans reminded me of what was going to happen. I unbuttoned my jeans, and quickly kicked them to the floor. I could feel both of their eyes on me as I slipped out of my boxers, my cock slowly hardening under their gaze. When my boxers were off, I walked over and dropped to the floor behind Kirk. We shared a quick kiss, his hands roaming along my back, before he broke apart and did the same with Mac. When he finished, he sat back, resting on his elbows with a grin.
"Let the games begin?" He asked, glancing back and forth between Mac.
We both nodded, and Mac tossed one of the die to me. This wasn't really how the instructions had explained things (Yes, I'd read the instructions) but they didn't have threesome instructions anyway, so we'd just have to wing it. I glanced down at my die, and saw I had the one with the body parts, meaning Mac went first because he had the actions. I motioned for him to go first, which he gladly did. He rolled the die to me, it coming to a stop against my knee, reading:
Lick.
A smirk came across his face, and he rubbed his hands together. "Come on Drapes, roll me a good one,"
I giggled, and rolled the die to him. It stopped just short of his dick, with the "nipples”" side up. He grinned, and looked over at Kirk hungrily. Kirk bit his bottom lip, and slowly laid back on the rug. Mac crawled sensuously up to Kirk, stopping as he reached Kirk's chest. He turned so he was facing me, and slowly lowered his head to Kirk's nipple. He licked softly around the pink nub, it hardening instantly. He kept his eyes locked with mine as his lips closed around it, eliciting a low moan from Kirk. As he pulled away from the nipple, he kept it trapped gently between his teeth, coaxing a much louder moan from Kirk. The drug was starting to take over, and absently I reached down and grasped my cock. Mac licked his lips seductively, as he repeated that same torture to Kirk’s other nipple, his eyes still locked with mine. When he'd finished, he crawled over to me and batted my hand from my cock.
"Not yet," He growled sexily, grasping my balls. "We get off together,"
I whimpered and nodded as he crawled back across the rug. Kirk got back up to his elbows, and stared at us with lust glazing those pale blue eyes. Sweat was already beading up on his forehead, and we hadn't even taken his pants off yet. With a smirk, I rolled the die across to Mac. Kirk's eyes followed it until its stop against Mac's foot, silently reading the word "Bite" with wide eyes.
"That next one had so better not say dick," He glared at Mac as Mac rolled the die back to me.
I wanted badly to stick my foot out and stop it, hopefully knocking it to the dick side, but I had a feeling Kirk may try to kill me if I did. So I let it roll to a stop in front of me, and grinned as the word "lips" came into view. Kirk breathed a sigh of relief, and slid up the rug until he sat upright. Like Mac had earlier, I crawled sensuously up to Kirk, stopping at his side. I slipped my hands slowly around his neck, feeling him relax into my touch. I pushed my lips softly onto his, licking softly along the seam. His mouth opened slightly, but I denied my own tongue entry. Instead, I captured his bottom lip between my teeth, and nibbled at it softly. He whimpered quietly, and slipped his hand into my hair. I bit down hard, making him moan, and clench his hands tightly in my hair. I ran my tongue softly along the inside of his lip, the faint taste of copper playing on my tongue. He moaned loudly, and I pulled away with a grin.
"Like that?" Mac asked, grinning over at him.
"Incredible," Kirk panted in reply.
I grinned, and turned my attention back to Mac. His hard cock stood arrogantly against his stomach, jerking slightly under my gaze. Pre-cum pooled at the head, glistening in the light from the chandelier above us. I lifted my eyes to his, and like he had earlier, I licked my lips. He tossed his head back in a moan, rolling the die back to me in the process. It stopped this time against my balls, and Mac looked on with a grin.
"I can't read it from here, guess I'll have to get closer,"
As he began to crawl over, a clap of thunder exploded outside, and the lights blinked off. All three of us burst into laughter. Through the pale light from the fire, I could see Mac continuing to crawl toward me. I moved back against the couch, and held the die up, keeping him at bay.
"See, it says tease," I giggled, holding up the now green die. "It glows in the dark, there is no way you can't see it now,"
"Dammit," He sighed. "I was trying to be slick so I could go down on you," He sat back and crossed his arms huffily across his chest.
"I thought this was all about me?" Kirk whined, sitting up and inching toward us.
"It is," I returned, pushing him playfully in the shoulder. "Get over there, this game is NOT done,"
He grinned, and for a fleeting second, our lips met. He broke the kiss, and slid back across the rug to the spot he'd been laying in. I turned to Mac, and kissed him lightly on the lips. He grazed his hand up my chest as I pulled away, then moved back to where he'd been. I crawled back to where I had been, and rolled the body die. It rolled behind Mac, shielding it from my and Kirk's view. Mac turned to look at it, and picked it up with a maniacal laugh. He turned back toward us, then sat the die in front of him. I heard Kirk suck his breath in, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"That's right, baby," Mac growled as he crawled toward Kirk. "He's got the tease, I got the ass. Or actually, YOU'VE got the ass,"
Kirk whimpered as Mac's hands found his waistband. Expertly, the button was released, and the zipper yanked down. Slowly, Mac tugged on Kirk's pants, exposing the red silk of boxers inch by beautiful inch. Darren followed the pants all the way down Kirk's legs, tickling the skin beneath. When the pants were off, he tossed them toward me, just barely missing my head, then turned back to Kirk. A nervous grin graced Kirk's lips, and I could see Darren's eyes light up, just slightly evilly. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of Kirk's boxers, and in a flash, he pulled them from Kirk's hips. Kirk gasped, and gave a glance at me. I giggled, and relaxed back on my elbows, my cock stiffening as Darren slowly pushed Kirk onto his stomach.
He placed himself between Kirk's legs almost instantly. He dragged a finger slowly down the crack of Kirk's ass, Kirk trembling beneath the touch. I heard Mac chuckle softly, and watched as he crawled backward, lowering his head in the process. I couldn't stifle a moan as he slowly brought his tongue to Kirk's opening. It became brutally obvious when he made contact, as Kirk's moan was loud enough to wake the dead. Mac tongued at it feverishly, Kirk's face contorting in pleasure with each lick. I moved to watch Kirk's face as Mac pleasured him, fighting desperately to keep my hands from my cock. His eyes opened as I neared, and he grinned at me through pleasure slanted eyes. I smiled, and brushed my hands softly through his hair, marveling at the rain silken softness beneath my fingertips. His hair was so beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful. And it was these moments, the moments where he was in pleasure that made him even more so.
"Fuck, Mac," Kirk whined as Mac lifted his head.
"The word on the dice said TEASE," Mac giggled, as he dragged his finger again down the crack.
Kirk whimpered, but then moaned as Mac slowly slipped a finger inside him. Kirk's moans grew deeper as Mac's finger slipped further inside him. My cock was becoming painfully hard from the show before me. If I didn't get some soon, I may explode without ever being touched. Not as if that would be the first time, though. The two of them together were just that hot. If that happened tonight, that's just the way the cookie crumbled. As I said before, it was all about making Kirk feel better. And from the look on his face, it looked like that was working.
Kirk moaned out again as Mac pushed another finger inside of him. His other hand dragged softly down Kirk's back, awakening the tense skin with the feather touch. Mac pressed his fingers in further, Kirk's moans growing with every movement. Kirk's hands clenched in the rug, his eyes jammed shut with pleasure. I'd seen that look so many times before, that look of pure ecstacy just before he reached ultimate release. Mac could see it too, as his motions increased in speed. Kirk's moans became an almost steady stream, his entire body trembling from their force. Even in the darkness, you could see his orgasm approaching. But just as Kirk neared the point of no return, Mac pulled away from him. Kirk groaned and buried his face in the rug. Evilly, Mac giggled and crawled back to where he'd been sitting all night. I bit my lip to stop my laughs, but was still met with a glare from Kirk when he turned over.
"I hate you both with the fire of a thousand suns," He snarled, getting to a sitting position.
Darren jutted his lip out in a mock pout while I just smirked. I picked up the action die, and rolled it quickly back to Mac. It stopped against his knee, and he stared down at it with a chuckle. Even though they were glow in the dark, it was still kind of hard to see it, so I leaned over and gave a glance. I couldn't control my grin as I read the word "suck" in bright green letters. Satisfied, I moved back to my place, and motioned for Mac to roll the other die. He did, rolling it right past me and under the coffee table. I fell onto my back and grabbed the die from beneath the table. I sat back up and placed the die in front of me, cackling at the word it read:
Dick.
I glanced over to Kirk, and an arrogant smirk came to his face. "Now it's getting good,"
I just grinned in reply, then crawled slowly over to him. He laid back as I approached, once again resting his head on his hands. His dick jerked in anticipation, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I grabbed it in my hand. A low hiss escaped his throat as my fingers danced slowly on the silky skin. An unbelievable feeling always came over me when I first took him in my hand, like the drug was injected straight into my veins. Like always, it washed away the rest of the world, leaving only two other people in its wake. Under the haze of that feeling, I could concentrate only on them, nothing else existed. No matter how often it occurred, I could never tire of that feeling.
Kirk's fingers dug into my shoulder as he slipped slowly into my mouth, sending familiar chills down my spine. As slow as humanly possible, I took him into my mouth, taking pleasure in his agonized moans. When I reached the hilt, I held perfectly still, restraining his hips from thrusting up. A growl bubbled inside of him, but it was silenced immediately by Mac's tongue. I watched the two of them briefly; their hands roaming each other's skin, their tongues clashing eagerly, before I slowly lifted my head. Kirk's head fell back in a moan, encouraging me in my actions. I began bobbing my head, pulling away until just the head remained in my mouth, before swallowing him back to the hilt. Each time he threw his head back in a moan, putting a stop to any kissing Mac may've wanted. But always being one to improvise, he didn't complain. Instead, he dragged his mouth softly down Kirk's neck, sucking lightly at the skin, until he met Kirk's chest.
I slowed in my motions to watch him as he slipped his mouth gently over Kirk's nipple. My own cock throbbed in response at the sight. Kirk thrust up into my mouth as Mac nipped softly at the sensitized nub. Kirk's hands returned to my hair, ushering me silently back to my actions. I returned to them eagerly, my bobbing motion increasing in speed. My fingers soon found his anus, and I gently slid one inside of him. He moaned out loudly, and clenched his hands tightly in my hair.
"Fuck, Drapes," He breathed, lightening his grip in my hair. "So good,"
That was all the encouragement I needed to slip another finger inside. He whimpered at the feeling, and again thrust into my mouth. I chuckled in satisfaction, searching for a matching rhythm for my fingers and mouth. When I found one, Kirk screamed out something resembling my name and "Oh, God!" His words were really the last thing on my mind; I was enjoying making him feel better too much to care what he said. I slipped another finger inside him, thrusting it slowly, a mismatched rhythm from my sucking. I kept it like that, the alternating pleasure pushing Kirk closer to the brink. I was more than ready to give him ultimate release, to let the drug have its final effect. But as I slipped a fourth finger in, Kirk moaned for me to stop.
I took my head from his cock, and grinned up at him, not removing my fingers. "Problem?" I asked coyly.
"I want us to come together," He breathed, grasping Mac's dick in his hand.
"So...." Mac inquired, cutely playing dumb.
"So fuck him," Kirk growled, squeezing Mac’s dick.
Mac grinned over at me, and I motioned him to me with a finger. He almost jumped across Kirk, tackling me to the rug. Our lips met in a heated fury, tongues clashing, trying to feed an insatiable hunger. My hands glided slowly down his back, stopping to cup the firm mounds of his ass. My desire had been to make Kirk feel better, but with his suggestion, and feeling Mac pressed so tightly against me, his hard cock brushing harshly against my thigh, I wanted him inside me more than anything.
"Fuck me," I rasped into his ear, nibbling roughly at the lobe.
"Don't worry, he will," Kirk's voice answered.
I glanced to where he was sitting, and saw him no longer there. But as I felt a slick finger enter me, I knew where he'd disappeared to. I moaned in response, pressing back against his finger. He chuckled as he began thrusting his finger into me slowly. I bit down hard on Mac's shoulder, eliciting a slight hiss from him. Realizing I'd bit too hard, I licked at the marred skin, soothing it to the best of my ability. His head soon found my neck, nibbling and sucking at it softly. I moaned from that, then screamed as Kirk shoved two more fingers into me. I whimpered as he began thrusting them into me, but my cries were quickly silenced by Mac's lips.
"Quit whining, you know you love it," He whispered, returning his head to my neck.
"Fuck you," I snarled, clenching my hand in his curls as Kirk tapped against my prostate.
"No, that's my job," Kirk stated, the grin obvious from his voice.
I looked over Darren's shoulder in time to see Kirk thrust a finger into Darren. He moaned out, and bit down on my shoulder. My hands clenched in his hair, while Kirk just chuckled at us evilly. I glared at him, and was met with nothing but that annoyingly adorable smirk. If he wasn't making me feel so good at the moment, I may be upset at his mockery. All thoughts were quickly erased though as I felt one last finger slip into me. He thrust it into me only twice, before pulling his fingers from me completely. I gasped at the sudden loss, clenching my hand once more in Mac's hair. He'd been on sucking on my neck for so long, I'd be surprised if there was skin there when he finished. But knowing him, the main reason he was doing it was to stifle his whimpers. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end, it always took a little longer to get him ready.
But that didn't take much longer. When Kirk felt he was ready, he pulled his fingers from him, and squirted them with more lube. Mac sat up, and I watched on hungrily as Kirk worked the lube onto Mac's dick. Mac kept his eyes locked on me the entire time, the drug exuding from his eyes. When Kirk had finished, I wrapped my legs around Mac's waist, pulling him to me. He brought his lips roughly to mine as he poked at my opening. My moans were muffled by his lips as he slowly pushed into me. Inch by inch he entered me, until I felt his balls hit my ass. Fully sheathed inside me, his lips left mine and traveled down my neck. He sucked softly below my earlobe, sending shockwaves through my body. As he began his thrusts, I heard him whisper in my ear.
"I love you," He whispered, sucking at my earlobe.
"Love...you...too," I breathed, my strength being zapped from his loving, but powerful thrusts.
His thrusts continued at their usual rate for only a minute, until Kirk placed himself at Mac's opening. Mac stopped his motions, waiting impatiently for Kirk to enter him. In his usual speed, Kirk entered him slowly, pushing into him gently until he reached the hilt. When he did, he brought his lips to Mac's neck, sucking at the spot I'd bit earlier. Mac moaned from the feeling, and began his thrusting once more. His thrusting was jerky, but still sent shockwaves through my body, the drug quickly taking over. It wasn't long before he and Kirk found a compatible rhythm, and the drug induced state was complete.
There is no word to describe the pleasure that shot through my body. My eyes focused solely on them, pleasure etched across their faces. Kirk's eyes were jammed shut, his chest resting against Darren's back. Basked in the light from the fireplace, he looked almost innocent. And Mac, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his body, a beautiful combination of lust and love swimming in his eyes, he looked beautiful like only he could. No drug in the world could compare to the drug that surged through our bodies in these moments. Not a word existed to describe the pleasure we all felt. It was an ultimate high, beyond words, beyond the comprehension of anyone but us. It was a drug we shared now between only each other, and that's the way we liked it.
I can't honestly say how much longer we continued. I never noticed Darren grabbing my dick until I felt my cum spilling over his hand. My body shuddered in orgasm, my hands digging into the rug. Darren's lips met mine, and we shared a deep kiss, any passion left in my body being syphoned with his probing tongue. Just as he pulled away, Kirk lost it, digging his fingers into Mac's hip as he screamed of his orgasm. He thrust one final time into Mac, then pulled out with a quiet moan. Almost immediately, he was at my side, licking my cum from my chest and stomach. Mac offered his cum splattered hand, which Kirk gladly accepted and began to lap clean. It wasn't long before Mac joined us at the post-orgasm party, moaning my name loudly as he shot inside me. I felt his essence coat my insides, a feeling that only served to increase the drug. When he pulled out of me, I still felt warm, connected to him somehow. That was another feeling I could never tire of.
Mac collapsed next to me on the rug, and laid his head on my shoulder. Kirk followed suit with the other shoulder, and a collective sigh of contentment was breathed. I leaned over and kissed first Mac, then Kirk on the forehead before closing my eyes. The joy of living together is that after sex, we could just lay here like this and not worry about being caught. Laying on the living room floor for a few hours probably wasn't good for Kirk's back, but I don't think he could care less right now. From the look floating in his pale blue pools, he wasn't feeling an ounce of pain. And that's the way it should be. The drug had its intended effect, just way I knew it would. We'd worry about pain in the morning, if the drug had worn off by then.
As I began to drift off, I heard a loud click, then was blinded by the sudden flash of light. My comrades stirred in their slumber, shielding their eyes against my shoulder. When my eyes adjusted, I was able to realize that our lights had returned. With a giggle, I freed myself from beneath them, then sat up. Kirk quickly followed my lead, leaning over for a kiss when he reached the upright position. It took Mac a minute, as always, to wake up, but he eventually did, albeit it with a chorus of grumbles. He crawled across the carpet until he sat between me and Kirk. He kissed us both quickly, then threw his arms around our shoulders.
"The storm must be over," He said matter-of-factly.
"Yep," I agreed, laying my head against his shoulder.
Kirk stayed silent, but I watched with amusement as his foot poked at one of the dice, slowly rolling it over to him. He grabbed it when it was close enough, and turned it over in his hand. I felt my cock start to stir as a grin came across his face.
"So if the storm's over, does that mean our game is too?" He asked coyly, raising an eyebrow. "Because there are still two sides to this we've yet to break in,"
"Yeah," Mac giggled, reaching over and grabbing the other die. "What do you say, Drapes? Round two?"
I grinned at them, and nodded. "Sounds good to me,"
Actually, it sounded great to me. I don't know about them, but I could certainly stand to get high again.
THE END.
© 2002 Triple X
