Scruffy
I rolled carefully out of bed, making sure to leave the other occupants sleeping. I snuck into my living room and sat on the couch, flipping on the TV. In less than five minutes, they were supposed to make the announcement. ESPNNews' anchor gave a rundown of the stories they would share during the half hour, and while he did that, Mark came behind me, kneeling on the floor behind the sofa, snuggling his face against my neck, letting his arms wrap around my shoulders.
"Good morning, baby," he murmured. "Did they say who won yet?"
As if in answer, the anchor then spoke up, "This years American League Cy Young winner, with 23 wins to lead the AL, is Barry Zito..."
He kept speaking, but I couldn't even hear him. Between the blood rushing in my ears and Mark's congratulations, I couldn't think straight. I won.
Tim entered the room, looking impossibly cute and rumpled, "What happened?"
"Barry got the Cy Young!" Mark exclaimed, raining kisses along my bare shoulders.
"Congratulations, honey," Tim replied, sitting down and cuddling up against me. "You deserved it."
"Thanks," I said lamely, kissing his lips. I reached for Mark's hand, pressing a kiss to it, but was interrupted by the phone. Ken Macha was informing me that I needed to be at the stadium for a press conference in an hour. Which meant I had less than thirty minutes before I had to leave.
"Shit," I commented as I raced towards my bedroom.
Tim grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed with him, pressing his lips to mine, and letting his tongue slip inside. While he kissed me, Mark tugged at my boxers, then Tim's and his own, tossing all three garments into the corner. His hand wrapped around my cock, which had grown hard as soon as I'd been toppled to the mattress. Tim's fingers were tangled in my hair and his chest was pressed up against mine, warm and strong. His lips moved from mine, trailing wet kisses down my neck and chest, his tongue swirling around my navel before he moved to where Mark was stroking me.
"No...guys..." I protested weakly, "I have to get ready...I need to..."
Mark hushed me, taking his hand from my dick and moving to kiss me deeply, nibbling carefully on my lower lip. I groaned loudly against his mouth when I felt a warm heat over the head of my cock, and I opened my eyes to see Tim's lips stretch wide over my erection, taking a few inches into his mouth, letting his tongue rub roughly over the head.
Mark's kiss ended abruptly as he walked to the foot of the bed, carrying a bottle of lube in his hand. He squirted some onto his fingers, then covered his length until his cock was glistening with the moisture. He pushed my legs apart, then kneeled on the bed between them. His fingertips, still wet with lube, found my ass, and they rimmed me teasingly until I whimpered from the double stimulation. At the same moment, Mark's fingers slipped into me and Tim took my cock into his mouth until his lips were around the base, and I screamed a curse, unable to stop myself. Mark's fingers scissored back and forth while Tim's tongue danced over the underside of my dick, and I clenched the sheets in my fists, murmuring nonsensical syllables as they drove me closer and closer to the
edge.
After a few minutes of torturing me with his fingers, Mark positioned his cock at my entrance, then with a soft smile, he whispered, "Congratulations, Barry."
And then his impossibly hard dick thrust into me and I cried his name, unable to bear the meeting of pleasure and pain. When I relaxed, he started a rhythm, in and out of me over and over again. Then there were no words, only the sound of heavy breathing and a heady suction from Tim's mouth, and the pounding of the headboard against the wall from Mark's movements.
I came with a loud yell, a four-letter curse that was extended as long as my lungs would allow. I shuddered for a long moment after the orgasm ended unable to move voluntarily. I opened my eyes as Mark, still hard, was pulling out of me, and Tim was wiping his lips.
"But...you guys didn't get to...come," I panted, wiping sweat from my forehead.
"Its okay, we have the rest of the day for that," Tim told me.
"Besides, " Mark countered, tossing a T-shirt and pair of jeans on the bed next to me. "You have to leave in about five minutes for a press conference."
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