Get-Together Summer

by Lotus Oakes

  Dirk made a sound that was almost a laugh, short and sharp and contained mostly in his throat. “You like to tease, baby,” he said. “I just like it when you touch me, no matter what.”

  She hummed, sounding pleased; her earlier embarrassment seemed to have faded in the wake of her orgasm. She kissed Simon’s cheek, then leaned forward to lick the head of Dirk’s cock, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to flick against it in the open air. Simon drew in a sharp breath as he watched that, his own hand pausing for a moment. Haley looked straight up at Dirk as she licked him, concentrating all of her efforts on the slit of the head of his cock. It didn’t take long for Dirk’s hips to start shifting, and he bit his lower lip hard, nostrils flaring in an attempt to keep his breathing even.

  He was always in control, it seemed; even with the few times Simon had watched, he’d never actually seen Dirk truly lose control — he always seemed focused, even when working his way to an orgasm.

  That was nice too, but what he really wanted to see, he thought, was Dirk’s desperate face.

  He leaned forward himself now, adjusting Haley’s weight and position on him. She glanced at him briefly and he saw the corners of her mouth go up; she probably knew what he was thinking about, or at least had a good guess. Haley had always been good at reading him; it was one of the reasons that Simon loved her. He stared down at Dirk’s cock, licked his lips, and then pressed them to the other side of his cockhead, opposite of Haley’s movements yet again.

  “Fuck,” Dirk hissed, sounding almost reverent now. His hips jerked forward before he seemed to stop himself, quivering with restrained fervor. Simon watched Haley lapping at Dirk’s cock for a moment, then tried to copy that gesture, curious. The taste was more musky than anything else, with a bitter-sour edge at the back of his throat, so that every time he breathed in, he could taste it. It wasn’t bad, though, and he found himself growing more used to it as he continued. Dirk was whining now, swearing low under his breath, another litany of filthy words: goddamn pretty mouths, fuck both of you, ah, you’re going to drive me crazy, fuck that’s good, yeah, just like that.

  It was the same sort of thing he’d been saying to Haley the first time Simon caught them having sex. The realization brought a brief flush of pride to him, and he dragged his tongue for a longer pass down the length of Dirk’s cock, reveling in the low groan he pulled out in response.

  “Simon,” Haley murmured. He turned to look at her curiously, and she winked at him. She gripped the base of Dirk’s cock and then inclined her head a little. It took him a moment to realize what she meant, but once he had, he willingly moved back up, opening his mouth to wrap his lips around the head of Dirk’s cock. Somehow it was less strange than he had been afraid it would be; it was still odd, but not in any sort of actually offputting way. The living heat of him was hot enough to nearly burn, shifting against Simon’s tongue in nervous little bursts. He looked up and met Dirk’s eyes again.

  Then Haley began to stroke, her fingers wrapped firmly around Dirk’s cock. Simon held as still as possible, only shifting to better wrap his lips around his teeth as Haley’s movements made Dirk shift inside his mouth. Each time he noticed his own head slipping a little lower, pulling Dirk a little further into his mouth, though in the end, he had to stop a little less than halfway through, breathing hard through his nose.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Haley said. At first Simon thought she was just talking to Dirk, but when he glanced at her, she was looking back and forth between both of them, looking satisfied with herself. He moaned a little, as best he could, and his was echoed by Dirk’s.

  “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, sounding almost reverent. “When did you get such a dirty mind?”

  “Mmm,” she said, and leaned to kiss his hip. “Probably around the same time I started sleeping with you.”

  “You really gonna blame this on me?” He sounded more amused than anything else, breathless now. “But aren’t you supposed to be a good girl?”

  “I’m great, not good,” she said. She bit his hip again, her white teeth scraping against his hip. “And you know it.” With her lips still against his skin she reached out and slid her fingers into Simon’s hair, urging him down just a small fraction deeper. “And I think maybe Simon’s the same.”

  Simon moaned at the sound of his name, closing his eyes again. He tried to focus entirely on the weight and pressure in his mouth, the hot salty taste of it and the slow wet noises Dirk’s cock made as it slid in and out of his mouth. Haley’s hand slid to his shoulders instead, using him to brace her weight as she leaned up; he heard the wet soft sounds of a kiss, but again, instead of feeling upset, he felt almost inspired by it — he wanted to do more, he wanted them both to be pleased by him.

  He took in a deep breath through his nose and went down further, struggling a little as Dirk’s cock hit the back of his throat, flexing his fingers hard against his hips. Haley’s hand touched his head again, stroking his hair gently.

  “Go on,” she whispered. “Take the whole thing, Simon.”

  Eager to obey, he did. For a moment he thought he would choke for real, that it would be too much, but then something in his throat relaxed, as if by accident, and he found himself with his nose pressed against the hot skin of Dirk’s lower abdomen, wiry hairs tickling his nose. Dirk made a strangled noise, but his hips remained still, and Haley laughed softly.

  “Good,” she murmured, and let her hand slip away.

  Simon moaned as best he could, and began to bob his head. He worried a little that he would lose that special trick that made the deepthroating possible — had it just been a fluke? — but when he pulled back and sank down again, his throat accepted Dirk’s cock without protest, flexing around him in an awkward swallow.

  “Fuck,” Dirk groaned, and then his hips were moving — slowly at first, tiny jerky moments that slowly smoothed out and grew more insistent. Simon kept his fingers clenched tightly on Dirk’s hips, but otherwise didn’t try to stop his movements.

  More, he thought, as hard as he could. Give me more, I want all of it, I want everything so that you can’t pretend like this didn’t happen later, because if Haley won’t take it back, you can’t do it either …

  And then, as if hearing his thoughts, Dirk began to move faster. His thrusts were still mostly careful, but they were faster now, driven with more enthusiasm. Simon tugged occasionally with his hands, trying to force him deeper and harder. Against his shoulder, he felt Haley move again, shifting to press her body more closely against Dirk’s side.

  “Dirk,” Simon heard her whisper, just barely audible now over the roaring in his ears, “go on.”

  Dirk whined, high and strangled, and began to thrust hard. At first Simon was almost taken by surprise; he nearly choked again, but then clung harder, hollowing his cheeks with effort as Dirk’s cock moved in and out of his mouth.

  After that, it didn’t take too long. Dirk choked and his hips stuttered in their rhythm, and then Simon’s mouth flooded with hot salty cum. It was stronger than the taste of Dirk’s cock, but still not entirely unpleasant. He pulled off slowly, trying to swallow as he went, but his mouth was still wet and dripping a little as he sat back.

  Haley immediately sank back down onto the couch. Before Simon could quite catch his breath, she turned his face to him and kissed him — sweetly at first, almost gently, and then deepening it, her tongue dipping into his mouth until he began to kiss back. He still wasn’t entirely ready, it felt like, but kissing Haley felt good and comfortable; it was more affectionate than passionate, though there was certainly a definite interest in the way her soft body pressed against his.

  He heard a soft thump before a weight folded himself over his knees. He cracked an eye open and saw that Dirk was kneeling before the couch again, half draped across both their laps. His cheek was against Haley’s thigh and his eyes were half-open, dark and not quite focused. The rush of pride that went through Simon at that was arousing in and of itself, and he kissed Haley har
der in response, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close and tight. She gasped a little, but didn’t protest either, rubbing her breasts almost gratuitously against his chest.

  Dirk reached up to touch her cheek lightly, his expression now openly fond. Haley leaned into it without really breaking the kiss with Simon, making pleased, almost kittenish noises. Simon ran his hands across the upper spread of her back, enjoying the fine texture of her skin, then pulled back from the kiss slowly, reluctant, but still enough to give them both space.

  “Uh,” he said, and licked his lips briefly. “That was …”

  Haley cupped his face in both hand, effectively cutting off his awkward stuttering. She held him still and leaned forward to touch their foreheads together, though she didn’t kiss him again. This close, her familiar face looked strange, almost alien, but there was still something in it that he found comforting. She was blushing a little again.

  “I love you,” she said, and there was enough fondness in her voice that he couldn’t pretend he’d misheard it, or that he could mistake her meaning. “You idiot.”

  He huffed a little, but still didn’t pull away from her hands. “I am not.”

  “You’re one hundred percent an idiot.” She kissed him lightly and quickly this time, then sat back. Dirk had settled himself to be mostly leaning in her lap, his head resting near her hip, looking up at the both of them with lazy satisfied eyes. “Don’t you ever run away from me again.”

  Simon scowled a little, piqued just a tiny bit to irritation in his own defense. “It’s not really something you can just say to someone,” he protested. “I mean, you were already dating someone else! He’s right there!” He pointed to Dirk. “I was trying to be nice! And not get in the way! To be a good person, what’s wrong with that?”

  “Is that so,” Dirk drawled, though he sounded more amused now. “So what was all of that at the movie, huh?”

  Simon flushed. “You noticed …”

  “You might be stupid, that doesn’t mean I am.”

  “I told you, I am not—!”

  “Was there something at the movie?” Haley looked down at Dirk, threading her fingers into his hair and tugging a little. “You never told me that.”

  “Ow, ow, baby, not so hard — I thought you noticed!”

  “I was actually paying attention to the movie!”

  Dirk laughed at that, sounding more wry than anything else. He reached up and caught her wrist, holding it still to relieve some of the pressure on his scalp. “All right, fair, but that’s still not my fault if you didn’t notice. It wasn’t anything too big, baby, just a little messing around.”

  “Messing around!” She sounded even more indignant now. “How far did you two even get? And without telling me?”

  Simon covered his face with his hands; he could feel himself blushing so hard his ears felt hot. “It wasn’t really like that …”

  “It totally was,” Dirk purred. “Are you trying to deny our afternoon of passion?”

  “There was no afternoon of passion, you jerk!”

  Dirk laughed again, louder and more freely, rubbing his cheek against Haley’s hip. “You believe me, don’t you, baby?”

  Haley snorted. “Not at all. Get off.”

  “I already—”

  “I mean actually get off.” She shoved lightly at his head, then again, until he straightened off of her. She got to her feet and stretched, her back arching, doing interesting things to her breasts that Simon couldn’t help but watch. “I’m going to shower. Who wants to come with me?”

  Dirk raised a hand at once. “Me!”

  “Simon?” She tilted her head to look at him, curious and hopeful both.

  He swallowed hard, lacing his fingers together tightly. “Would there even be enough room … ?”

  “I think so.” She ducked down a little, grabbing at his hands and pulling until he turned them to hold onto her wrists in turn, letting her pull him to his feet. Dirk stood as well, shucking off his pants the rest of the way. “Actually I think there’s probably enough room for five people in one of those things.”

  “F-five?!” He quailed a little at the thought.

  Haley rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I know that literally or anything, okay? Just that there’s always a lot of extra room when Dirk and I shower together.”

  “You two have done that—?”

  Dirk slung an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily against him. “We’re going to blow your mind, prettyboy,” he said, then reached down to grope Simon for a moment, blatantly squeezing. “And more than just that.”

  Haley tugged until Simon began to move forward, a slightly awkward step at a time, nearly carrying Dirk’s weight with him. “It’s fun,” she said, with the tiniest huff in her breathing. “I promise. And we’ll clean up at the same time.”

  Simon whimpered briefly, almost stumbling in his forward advance. “Haley …”

  Her expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around him, leaning her body into his for a moment. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” she murmured. “But I think you might like it.”

  Dirk kissed his shoulder. “Your cousin’s smart,” he said. “Listen to her.”

  “Um,” Simon managed, then licked his lips, quick and nervous. “All right …”

  Haley stretched up to kiss him briefly, then kissed Dirk before she pulled away and continued leading them upstairs, to her bathroom. Part of Simon was surprised at how easily three people fit into the smaller room; he’d been used to having the space to himself, and he’d expected things to feel crowded, maybe even cramped — but the shower stall itself definitely now looked wide enough for all three of them, and with room to move.

  Haley went in first, switching the water on and pressing herself against the wall with her hand out. After a moment she nodded and beckoned the two of them in. “It’s not too hot,” she said. “I know Dirk likes it up there, but Simon … ?”

  “Hot’s fine,” he mumbled, more to the tile floor than in answer to her. Dirk slid away from him and went in first, wrapping his arms around Haley and kissing her, slow and easy. Simon watched them from the corner of one eye, feeling shy all over again. Their ease with each other was another reminder at how much on the fringe he still was — tomorrow, after they’d slept off all today, would this still be something either of them would want … ?

  “Simon,” Haley said. He looked up and saw her, still wrapped up in Dirk’s arms, but holding a hand out to him. The look in her eyes made his knees go weak for a moment. “Come here?”

  He took a deep breath and stepped forward, into the shower stall. The water was hot, though not unpleasantly or even excessively so; he still shivered a little as he closed the stall door behind him. To his unexpected relief, they both reached for him to pull him in between them.

  To his surprise, Dirk kissed him first: hard and slow, and far more forward than he’d really expected. Simon caught his arms for balance, hands slipping over wet skin, before Haley pressed up against him from behind, her breasts against his back and her hands resting on his chest and belly. He moaned, the sound rising up to a whimper as Haley’s fingers slid up, gliding lightly over his nipples, back and forth over and over, until they were so sensitive that even the water was bordering on too much. Dirk continued to kiss him through it, slow and lazy, his tongue thrusting into Simon’s mouth slow and steady, mimicking the movement of his cock from before. It took a surprising amount of effort to not just swoon.

  Haley pulled away finally, and Simon whimpered briefly into the kiss, confused and a little bereft. A moment later, though, something nubbly-soft touched his back and he could smell something vaguely like berries; the loofah, he realized after a moment, before he broke the kiss and turned as much as he could to look at her.

  She grinned, a little naughty, still rubbing his back. “No, go on. Don’t mind me.”

  “But—”

  “Go on.” She gave him a tiny nudge, closer to Dirk again, then w
ent back to soaping up his back. Under her breath she was humming snatches of a distantly familiar song. Simon looked at Dirk again, a little embarrassed at what he saw: Dirk was heavy-eyed and smiling, his wet hair slicked back out of his face, and when he met Simon’s eyes, he made a little biting gesture before he drew Simon even closer, kissing him again.

  As they kissed, Dirk’s hands slid up and down his sides, in counterpoint to Haley’s steady downward progression. A few times, their hands tangled together, and Dirk’s fingers carried lather up along Simon’s skin, leaving a bubbly white trail.

  Then Haley was kneeling behind him, her hands gently nudging his feet wider apart. He caught onto Dirk for balance, whimpering, shaking a little in spite of himself.

  “I’ve got you,” Dirk murmured, soothing now, rubbing Simon’s hips. Haley said something as well, but her voice was lost to the rush of water. She began to scrub one of his legs, paying what seemed like special attention to his upper inner thighs, though she never quite directly touched either his balls or his cock. Every time she came brushingly close, though, he shivered, his toes curling against the tile floor and his hips lifting into a rocking arch.

  As Haley reached the bottom of his legs, running the loofah in lopsided circles around his ankles and over his feet, Dirk’s hands settled more firmly on his hips, holding him more securely. He leaned in, so that his lips were brushing against Simon’s ear, and whispered: “Do you want more, prettyboy?”

  A feeble whine rose from Simon’s throat in protest. He jerked a little, but Dirk’s hands on his hips — and Haley’s, now, on one of his ankles — held him firmly in place. “I’m not a …”

  “You’re very pretty,” Dirk murmured. “That’s not such a bad thing. Haley’s pretty too. Both of you …” He nipped Simon’s ear, sharp and fast, a lightning-flash sting that barely registered as pain before Dirk’s tongue moved over it, soothing. “If you want more, you just need to ask.”