by Sean Michael
September 2004
The music was rocking, the smell of beer and popcorn good. Hell, if he could smoke, he'd be at a bar. 'Course then he couldn't get fucked over the table and where the fuck was the fun in that? Rig racked the balls up on the pool table, looked back at Dick. "You have to do two shots as a handicap before we start."
"Shots of what? And two? I'm not that good."
Rock snorted and set up two shot glasses on the little bar, filling them with tequila. "One after the other. Bam bam."
Rig nodded, grinned. "You're a ringer, kid. It's only fair."
Dick gave him a suspicious look. "We're not suddenly playing for money, are we?"
"Shit, no. Sex." He toed off his boots, no reason to keep them on.
"Oh, that's okay then. 'Cause I still win, even if I lose. Even if I only get to watch."
Rock chuckled as Dick tossed back the tequila. "Kid's working on taking away your King of the Sluts title, Rig."
His answer was interrupted by Dick's coughs, the kid's eyes watering.
"But he's fucking cute, Rocketman. Just adorable." He chuckled, shook his head.
"Damn, that burns."
Rock handed Dick over a beer to chase the tequila down with and Dick took nearly two thirds of it in two long gulps.
"It'll turn warm, kid." He grinned, winked, poured himself one.
"I don't have to stay two ahead of you, do I?" Dick asked, blinking. "And I want to break before I start seeing double."
"Hell, no. I just want one." He grinned, winked and poured the salt on his hand to take his shot.
Rock chuckled. "Go on, kid, make the break."
Dick watched him lick the salt, eyes on his tongue, smiled and then turned to make his break, bending over the pool table, working the cue.
"Mmm..." He wandered over to squeeze that pretty ass.
Dick squeaked, scratching the table.
Rock chuckled. "I'm up."
Rig grinned, pinched again.
Dick squeaked again, turning to give him a quick kiss. "That's cheating."
"Touching is cheating? No..."
"It is while I'm trying to shoot! I'm not drunk yet."
Rock chuckled and came to loop an arm around the kid's shoulders. "You need another shot of tequila, kid? Go ahead and take your shots first. I'm solids. Sank four."
"Four? Shit the old man's on a roll." Rig poured himself another. He was way out of his league when it came to pool.
Dick nodded and grinned and proceeded to sink every last stripe.
Rock shook his head. "Suck his brains out of his cock, Rig and I'll pour him another shot."
"Oooh. Yes, sir." Rig grinned over, dropping to his knees.
"Oh. Is this my prize?" Dick asked, smile just starting to get a little wonky at the edges.
"You know it." He chuckled, worked the kid's jeans open.
Dick whimpered, hands sliding into his hair. "Oh, lucky me."
"Now you know why I want to win so bad, kid."
Rig blushed, grinned, lips sliding over the tip of Dick's prick as it popped free. Those so sweet noises started up, Dick so responsive. He just went with it, eyes closed, the slow burn of the tequila making things soft.
Rock's warmth came up behind him, hands dropping to his shoulders, a low purr sounding. Oh, yeah. That just made it better, brought them all together. He heard them kissing, the sounds wet and slick. His head started bobbing, lips working that hard cock, tongue sliding over the slit.
Dick's hips moved beneath his hands, pushing the long cock into his mouth. That was it. Just what he needed, to feel that heat slide over his tongue.
"Oh, fuck, Rig." Dick's hips started snapping, the whimpers and moans getting louder.
"That's it, kid. Give it to him, you know he wants it."
He relaxed his throat, drawing Dick in deeper, farther, more. His fingers curled around Dick's hips, encouraging the motions.
"Oh!" Dick cried out, hips jerking a few more times and then that long prick throbbed, spunk splashing against the back of his throat. He drank Dick down, humming, purring around the long cock.
"Oh. Oh, that was really good."
Rock chuckled. "Man's the best."
Dick nodded vigorously.
"Okay, get yourself another shot, kid, while Rig and I play this round."
He stood, licked and nuzzled Dick's belly on the way up, ending on a warm, deep kiss. Dick's arms looped over his shoulders, going in for a second kiss.
Rock popped his ass. "Rack 'em up, cowboy."
He squeaked into Dick's mouth and then moved to set up the balls. "You gonna break, Rocketman?"
"Sure thing and I promise to go easy on your ass." Rock gave him a wink.
He chuckled, racked the balls up and stepped over to steal half of Dick's tequila. Dick giggled, tongue sliding in to tangle with his. He heard the click of the balls, Rock's crow as the balls sank, but most of his attention was on the kiss. Dick moaned and leaned into him, leaned into the kiss.
"Let the kid's tongue go and come sink a few stripes, Rigger."
Damn. "'kay."
He grabbed the cue and lined up, sinking a ball or two and then scratching. "You're up, Rocketman."
"Don't go too far, Rig, I've only got two balls to sink and then your ass is mine."
"Was my ass on the line?" He chuckled, gave Blue his best innocent redneck look.
Rock snorted. "You better fucking believe it."
"I thought the person sitting out was supposed to give the prize?" Dick was frowning, leaning against the bar.
Rig chuckled, cute little lightweight. "Nope, kid. Loser pays, you get to play the winner."
"Then how come Rock lost but you sucked me?"
"Uh..." Rig chuckled. "Because I like sucking you?" Because Rock mentioned it and it was a damned fine idea.
"Oh. Okay." Dick beamed at him. "So Rock's gonna suck you now?"
"No, kid, I'm taking Rig's ass." Rock chuckled. "Maybe we've given him too many."
"He's young." He helped Dick sit, winking. "No getting stupid. Sit. Blink."
"I'm not stupid. Just floating a little." Dick kissed him and sat smiling goofily at him. "Gonna watch, k?"
"Works for me." He grinned, leaned close, licking at Dick's lips.
Dick moaned, licking back.
Rock's hands slid around his hips. "You want me to do you here so you can keep playing with the kid's tongue?"
"Did you win?" He spread his thighs, nuzzling Dick's cheek. "Here or where you can see?"
Rock chuckled. "Does it even matter right now?"
"Here's good," murmured Dick.
"Matter?" He pushed back, eyes fastened on Dick's, horny as hell.
Dick grinned. "Thought I was the drunk one."
"You are, kid. Rig's just a little passion addled."
"Wow, Rock knows what addled means." Dick giggled, even after Rock swatted him one.
"He's a winner, that one." He winked at Dick, leaned to lick at Dick's lips.
The taste of laughter and tequila mixed together, getting twisted up with the sensation of Rock's fingers pushing into his ass. Oh. His thighs tensed, body begging, pushing back towards that touch. Dick's tongue played with his, long fingers sliding idly over his skin, teasing and tickling and rubbing. Rock's fingers scissored and thrust inside him, stretching him open for that fat prick.
Dick worked his t-shirt off, let him step out of his open jeans and leave himself naked. His cock was full, hard, aching for a touch. Both Dick and Rock seemed to know, deliberately skirting his groin, his cock and balls left hanging, wanting.
Rig groaned, breath coming quick and light, eyes rolling just a little. "Damn..."
Dick's eyes were unfocussed but happy, the kid's ki
sses growing sloppier, deeper.
"Here I come, Rig," muttered Rock, fingers leaving his ass.
"Yeah. Want you." He spread, gasping, hips tilting.
Rock's hands settled on his hips, tugging him back onto that fat cock, spreading him wide as Dick's tongue mimicked the motions with his mouth.
"Oh. Oh." He grabbed Dick's shoulders, body rippling.
"Fucking sexy, Rig."
Rock's words slid along his spine, and finally the kid's hand wrapped around his cock, holding him loosely.
"Fuck, yes." Rig nodded, hips rocking nice and slow.
Each of Rock's thrusts pushed his cock through Dick's hand, the kid's fingers slowly squeezing tighter as Rock worked harder. The mixture of booze and burn was sweet, addictive, driving him higher. Dick's noises filled his mouth, one after another, moans and whimpers, soft gasps. Rock's grunts slid along his spine, lips and tongue hot against his skin.
Oh, sweet fuck. Yes. Rock. More. Yes. His eyes rolled, hips bucking. Rock shifted, pulled hard on his hips and that fat prick slid across his gland. He bucked, head coming up. "Oh! Again!"
"And again and again, Rigger. Gonna fucking make you scream."
"Love it when he talks dirty," murmured Dick.
He nodded, gasping, room fucking spinning. Dick's hand sped on his cock, Rock's thrusts getting harder and harder.
"Gonna..." Rig arched, crying out as he shot hard.
"Yes!" Rock roared, pumping hard and filling him with heat.
"Oh. Fuck, yeah..." He groaned, panting and resting against Dick, body shivering.
Dick's hands slid over his skin, the kid humming happily. Rock pulled out slowly, growling a little.
"Mm..." Rig went to his knees, panting. "Damn."
Dick's fingers curled into his hair. "Oh man, that was fucking sexy."
"Damn right, kid."
He grinned, nuzzling right in. "Flattery will get you anywhere."
"Oh, no. I need to beat the kid at his game before this turns into an orgy."
"Can you have an orgy with three people?"
Rock snorted. "Where have you been the last six months?"
He reached back and pinched. "I meant, are we an orgy? Don't you have to have like, five?"
"I would have thought I was man enough for three," Rock noted, swatting his ass.
"Two, tops." He wriggled, trying to protect his butt.
Dick gave him a look like he was crazy and Rock swatted his ass again, harder this time. "Bitch. I'll show you just two."
He squeaked, scooting away, laughing hard.
Rock caught a hold of him and bent him back over the bar, big body pressed up hard against him. "Two, tops?"
Oh, fuck that was sweet. "Tops."
"I'll show you two." Rock turned him, prick hard again, pushing at his hole.
Fuck, yes. "Thought you..." He moaned, shivering. "Thought you were going to show me three."
"Can't talk. Fucking."
He could hear Dick laughing softly, but the sound disappeared beneath the sensation of that fat cock taking him hard.
"Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes. I... Yes." He nodded, panting, eyes rolling.
It didn't matter that Rock had just fucked him, there was nothing like that fat prick blowing into him, Rock's low growls vibrating against his back.
He took it all, shaking, happy, needing it now just like the first time. "Don't stop."
"Not a fucking chance of me stopping anytime soon."
"Good. Need this." He leaned his head back, begging a kiss.
Rock's mouth closed over his, the kiss hard, all-encompassing, Rock just taking his mouth. His entire body went tight, squeezing that heavy cock, clenching around it. Rock growled into his mouth, pumping harder, faster.
He rode until he couldn't catch his breath, couldn't see. Then Rock's prick wrapped around his cock, tugging hard, demanding his orgasm.
He gave it up, just like that, the heat zipping through him.
"Yeah, that's it." Rock kept moving, a little slower now, just keeping the aftershocks coming. "How many, Rig?"
"I... that was two. Two, Rock."
"We'll see about that," murmured Rock, thrusts growing heat again, that growl back.
He moaned, eyes rolling. "Won't get it up again, Blue..."
"Bull fucking shit, Rabbit."
He chuckled, groaned when it made him squeeze Rock's prick.
"Three in a row, Rigger. You think two could do that?"
"I..." Oh, fuck, he wasn't completely sure what all the twos and threes stood for anymore.
Harder and harder, that fat cock pounded into him. Rock's hand slid along his belly, teasing its way up toward his nipples.
"Sweet fuck. Oh. Oh." His body was pushing back, demanding more.
"That's right, Rig. Sweet fuck." One nipple was twisted, tugged, and then the other.
He jerked, eyes wide. "Rock!"
Rock chuckled. "That's right." Rock's fingers kept playing, kept plucking.
His fingers covered Rock's, either trying to pull them away or pull them closer.
"Gonna give it up for me again, Rig?" Rock's mouth found his neck, tongue licking across that one spot that drove him fucking crazy. "The kid's watching like he's never seen anything like it."
"I. Fuck. Rock." He was blinking, gasping, needing so fucking bad. He grabbed one of Rock's hands, pulled it down to his cock. "Need."
"I know, Rabbit. I know exactly what you need." That big hand wrapped around his prick, thumb sliding across the tip, pushing into his slit.
"Blue!" He arched, room going sparkly and grey around the edges, spunk just pouring from him.
Heat filled him, Rock's roar cradling him, like those strong arms, just holding him. He shook, breathing hard, trusting in his Blue to hold him up.
The world shifted and shook, Rock lifting him and carrying him to the chair Dick had been sitting in. Oh. So good to him. He stroked one of Rock's cheeks, cuddling in.
Rock purred as the kid joined them on the strong lap. "We're a fucking orgy, Rig."
Dick giggled. "I'll say."
He just nodded. Anything Rock said.
Anything at all.
October 2004
Rock scrubbed the fucking toilet, grumbling and growling and not fucking happy about it.
He hated it when Rig was away.
And it wasn't just because of the toilet, although that certainly brought it all into focus.
He hated latrine duty. It was a fucking punishment on the job and it was a punishment at home. No Rig, no talented mouth wrapped around his prick every morning, though the kid did his best, no home cooked meals and he had to clean the fucking latrine.
And yeah, there was less to clean with Dick around to help, but the kid was insisting they do the chores every weekend, so he was going to be stuck doing it three times before Rig came home, instead of the usual last minute do it all once just before Rig got home.
He growled some more, turning his head when he noticed the shadow. Dick stood casually in the doorway.
"You want something, kid?"
"All you need's the little French maid uniform to complete the picture."
He took a breath, muscles tensing and the only thing that was gonna save the kid was that he wasn't as fast getting off his knees as he used to be.
***
Damn, Rig did a lot around here.
Dick had never realized just how much until the second time Rig was off working for a few weeks. The first time he and Rock had kind of let things slide and then there'd been a panic day of mass cleaning and stuff. They hadn't been done when Rig got back. So this time, he made sure they did everything on the weekend each weekend that Rig was gone.
The thing was, Rig usually did all this shit by himself.
Dick shook his head. Him and Rock needed to help out more.
***
"You want me to what?"
Rock glared at Dick. He and the kid had a three day and Rig didn't, which meant here they were on Friday afternoon, fool
ing around on the Playstation.
"Not just you, both of us. We should wash the bathroom and do the lawn, maybe pick up the groceries and dust or something."
"Why the fuck would I want to do that on my day off?"
"Because Rig's gonna do it all by himself tomorrow if we don't do some of it today." The kid looked like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
Rock shook his head. "Rig's particular about how things get done and I know better than to interfere."
"Well I'm going to do the bathroom."
Rock picked up the paper and started reading. "Knock yourself out, kid."
***
Rig loved his Saturday mornings -- he brewed the good coffee, turned his old good CDs on, got the house just so.
Then he took Grimmy for a jog and stopped at the donut shop, drank another coffee and read the paper, grabbed donuts to bring home.
Then, if it wasn't winter? He mowed and trimmed and weeded and pottered outside until his marines started waking up.
It was his routine, his way of keeping shit together, his way of being Alexander Roberts for a morning, which nobody but him and maybe his folks would understand.
Of course, the more often that Dick woke up, worked alongside him, helped, the more Rig looked forward to that, too. He enjoyed the quiet laughter, the company for his jog, the joking as they wandered through the Wal Mart or the grocery.
One morning, early and cool, he woke to find the good coffee already set up, enough for two.
Yeah. He loved his Saturday mornings.
***
It was pouring out, dark and grey and cold. Lightning and thunder came and went as storms blew through, but so far they hadn't lost power. Of course given they were now watching John Wayne for the thousandth time, it wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world.
Still, it was a lazy, cozy Sunday afternoon, three bodies curled together under a blanket, the smell of popcorn and sex strong.
"Who's your favorite Hollywood cowboy?" asked Dick as the credits started to roll.
Rig thought on it, teeth chewing on that kiss-swollen bottom lip. "I'm partial to the Duke, of course, but Eastwood is good. Kris Kristofferson, too."
"Are they authentic?"
Rock hit rewind on the remote and started cycling through TV channels, looking for sports. The kid did like to listen to Rig talk. He suspected Dick had a thing for that drawl. Not that he wouldn't admit it was damned sexy.
