by Nora Phoenix
Without even touching himself, Indy came.
10
Noah caught Indy’s deep tremble from the corner of his eyes, and he had a pretty good idea what had happened. But that was not his biggest concern right now. His problem was denying his own raging erection to keep the promise he’d made Josh.
“No. You know what I said. I will not fuck you until you ask me to bottom for you.” His cock was cursing him right now, as it was rock hard and dying to get some action. But he would not break his word. He hadn’t fucked Josh since he’d made the promise—they’d only given each other blow jobs—and he wasn’t going to fuck him now.
Josh looked at him with big eyes, his hand still on Noah’s dick. “You can’t be serious.”
“You know I never break a promise.”
Josh squeezed Noah’s cock. The press sent a wave of pleasure through his balls and up the length of his erection. “For fuck’s sake, Noah, you’re as hard as I am. You want this.”
Noah clamped down hard on his desires. Knowing that Josh was willing, that all he had to do was say yes and he’d find release, it was maddening to deny himself that. Yet he had to. For Josh.
“I do, but that doesn’t change a thing. You know what you have to do.”
Josh got up from Noah’s lap, almost pushing himself off. “This is totally unfair. Every single time you ask for sex, I always say yes. The one time I ask you and you deny me.”
Noah’s jaw tightened. “That’s a low blow, and you know it. I said no because you’re asking the wrong question. Ask me, Josh.”
Josh whipped around. Indy was watching them in fascination. “He’s so hard it’s ridiculous,” Josh complained to Indy. “He’s being a stubborn asshole.”
“I have a nice view of his…arousal,” Indy said, licking his lips in a way that shot straight to Noah’s cock, “And I agree. However, it seems to me the solution is pretty straightforward. Ask him to let you top him.”
“I can’t,” Josh said. Noah couldn’t see his face because Josh's back was turned to him, but the anguish in his voice was palpable.
“Why not?” Indy’s voice was warm and understanding.
“You don’t understand. I’m not that guy…It’s not me. And it’s not him. Noah is the alpha, that’s how this works. I want to top him, but I can’t.”
Noah forced himself to stay quiet.
“What do you mean?” Indy asked.
“It’s when he goes all alpha on me that I feel safest, most confident. Shit, every time he calls me Joshua I erupt. But he needs it, too. He loves being dominant, taking charge. That night of the robbery, when he was fucking me more intensely than ever before, he came so hard. It was such a deep satisfaction to know that I could give him that pleasure.”
“You’re afraid you can’t give him that same pleasure when you top.”
Noah gasped softly. How did I miss this? Josh was always so eager to please him, to do whatever brought Noah satisfaction. Noah did get off on fucking Josh, there was no denying it. Being the one on top, slamming his cock into that tight heat—it was an incredible turn on. He’d never realized how it would feel to Josh emotionally, since Josh loved being fucked. Shit, the guy could come by sheer fucking, without ever touching his dick. How had he missed the depth of Josh's insecurity about his ability to bring Noah satisfaction if the roles were reversed?
“Yeah,” Josh whispered. “I don’t think it would work. He gets off on being in charge, and even if he didn’t, I don’t have what it takes to be the guy on top. At least, not with him.”
Noah opened his mouth. This was bullshit. Indy raised a finger, and Noah shut his mouth again, leaned back to watch. Indy sat up slowly, carefully avoiding putting pressure on his ribs, and extended two hands to Josh. He grabbed Indy’s hands, and Indy pulled him down on the floor in front of him. Indy’s touch was loving as he lifted a finger under Josh's chin, made Josh look him straight in the eyes.
“Noah told me how you faced his dad when he caught you two,” Indy said, his tone kind, but firm. “You didn’t back down, even though his dad was furious. And I saw you defending me against the cashier when he made those derogatory remarks. I heard you shouting at Noah that first night. Josh, you have as much of a backbone as Noah does, you just don’t show it as easily. But it’s there. And remember what Noah said? He said it was a big turn on when you defied him in bed. I calculate you’re going at this all wrong. You should allow yourself to be the dominant one every now and then with Noah. He needs it, and he wants it. Don’t ask him for permission to fuck him. He’s given you permission. Take him.”
Indy’s words shot a jolt of electricity through Noah’s body, straight to his cock. The damn thing had been hard the whole time anyways, and it wasn’t letting up. Fuck, how could he want them both so much at the same time? Was Josh right? Was he transferring his desire for Indy onto Josh because he couldn’t fuck Indy right now, what with his injuries?
Then why am I craving Josh, and not merely the release? It’s not the idea of fucking that makes me so hard. It’s the idea of being impaled by Josh's long cock. I want to be fucked by him, want to share this with him. And yet I want Indy at the same time. Fuck, I’m making this so complicated and messy.
Josh rose up a little and gently embraced Indy. He whispered something in Indy’s ear, but it was too soft for Noah to make out. Josh let go of Indy, and the boy’s expressive face lit up with emotions. Joy, excitement, and something that looked a lot like want.
“I’d love that,” Indy said, kissing Josh on the mouth quickly. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
What were they talking about? It couldn’t be, could it?
“I’m fine, and as for Noah… He doesn’t really have a choice, now does he?”
What was going on here? Much to Noah’s astonishment, Josh sat down sideways on the couch, his back leaning against the armrest. He extended a hand to Indy, who kept his upper body straight as he climbed on Josh's lap, facing him.
“Are you comfortable?” Josh asked, gently pulling Indy’s ass forward until that gorgeous round butt was snug against his crotch. Noah’s breath about stopped. Josh had positioned the two of them in a way that allowed Noah to see everything. It was the sweetest torture.
Indy didn’t say anything, but raised his mouth to Josh and kissed him. Noah thought it would be a short peck, a quick kiss on the lips, but it wasn’t. They completely sank into each other, and the soft sucking sounds made Noah’s balls tingle. If this was how they had kissed during the robbery, no wonder Josh had gotten hard.
Indy lifted a hand, caressed Josh's hair, then pulled his head even closer. Noah fought for control as he watched his lover kiss the guy he wanted with such erotic passion.
Finally, Josh lifted his head. “You really are a great kisser,” he told Indy in a dreamy voice.
Indy laughed, the happy sound reverberating deep in Noah’s balls. “So are you.”
Noah wanted him. Them. Both. Fuck, enough with this crap. If Josh didn’t get his act together soon, Noah would make him. He was about to explode and couldn’t take much more.
“Josh…” he said, his voice menacing.
Josh glanced sideways with a look that made Noah swallow. Holy fuck, Josh had found his balls, and they were impressive. “Shut the fuck up, Noah. You didn’t want to fuck me, so now you get to watch.”
Watch? Josh wouldn’t…would he? He wouldn’t make me watch, for fuck’s sake.
“Is it okay if I take your pants off?”
Indy nodded, and Noah clenched his fists. Josh rolled Indy off his lap and back on the couch on his back, supporting him with several pillows until he was slightly raised and comfortable. Josh’s hands were steady as he dragged the capris off Indy’s slim legs. Indy was wearing red boxers that were stained in the front with wetness, and Noah breathed in deeply.
“You smell different than me or Noah,” Josh said almost reverently. He kneeled between Indy’s legs on the couch, as if worshiping Indy’s body. He trailed a finger up Ind
y’s left leg, stopping at the edge of his boxers, then went down the other leg. Indy didn’t even seem to notice Noah, as his eyes never left Josh's face.
Indy spread his legs farther, allowing Noah to see how soaking wet his boxers were. Fuck, the guy must have unloaded months’ worth of cum.
“You can touch,” Indy whispered. “But maybe you could lose some clothes as well?”
Noah clamped his hands down on the armrests, fighting to stay seated. All he wanted was to jump up and position himself between them.
Josh got up from the couch, whipped his shirt over his shoulders, then dropped his shorts, leaving him in his usual black boxers that fit so snugly around his toned ass. He turned to face Noah for a second, and Josh's bulging erection was hard to miss. Without thinking Noah grabbed his own cock, squeezing it.
Josh's eyes flared. “Enjoying the show from there?” he said, his voice rough.
Noah wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but that was exactly what Josh was aiming for. Josh's goal was for him to suffer and fucking hell, he was doing a great job of tormenting him. Time to level the playing field a bit. Noah pulled his shirt over his head, then raised his hips, dragged down his underwear that was stained with his precum. He’d been leaking like crazy since those two had started making out.
Indy inhaled sharply, his eyes on Noah’s cock, which sprang free. Noah leaned back again in his chair, fisted himself a couple of times, dragging his look from Indy to Josh and back. Both guys had their eyes glued to Noah’s dick. Josh visibly swallowed.
Noah smiled. “Enjoying the show?” he shot back.
Josh's eyes narrowed, and he straightened himself, tearing his eyes away from Noah. He turned, faced Indy again.
“Want me to take those off for you?” he asked politely, pointing at Indy’s boxers and making Indy smile.
“Yes, please. My top, too.”
Josh unbuttoned the blouse Indy was wearing. It was the same one he’d worn during the robbery, and it was still crumpled and stained.
Noah’s fist stopped stroking himself as Josh revealed Indy’s cock. Like everything else on Indy’s body, it was slender and boyish, though he was undeniably hard again. He had little, if any, body hair, which Noah had already noticed when he’d examined him in the hospital.
Indy groaned softly when Josh pulled the boxers down all the way, then kneeled between Indy’s legs again. Noah’s heart about stopped when Josh looked at Indy one last time and after receiving a trembling nod, dropped little kisses on Indy’s legs, all the way from his calves to his upper thighs. He’s such a tender lover. Josh held back so much when he was with Noah, not wanting to go too far, be too gay, but now with Indy he revealed that soft side.
Indy moaned. “You’re a tease,” he said between clenched teeth.
Josh smiled. “I’m nothing if not thorough.” He yanked off his own boxers, lowered himself on Indy, sought his mouth again.
The sucking noises were killing Noah, and he gripped his cock hard. What the fuck were these two doing to him? He didn’t know whether to be angry at Josh's payback, or impressed. But he would give anything, everything, to be between them right now and fuck either one of them.
Not that Indy was ready for that, not even close. In that sense, Josh's approach was so much better for Indy than Noah’s could’ve ever been. Sweet, non-threatening Josh was exactly what Indy needed right now, not Noah’s bossy MO.
What was happening was about more than payback from Josh. Something was taking place that he couldn’t interrupt. Josh and Indy, they don’t need me to be involved right now. They need each other, and they need me to watch and be okay with it. Noah let out a deep trembling breath and made his peace with being on the sidelines. For now.
Indy’s sensations were on overload. Josh seemed determined to drive him absolutely fucking crazy with want. He was now rubbing his cock against Indy’s, gyrating slowly against his crotch. Meanwhile, his mouth was still devouring Indy’s, until he finally pulled back. Josh's eyes were as glazed as Indy suspected his own to be.
“I could kiss you for hours,” Indy whispered.
“Same here. Fuck, your mouth is addictive. You’re so sweet and tender. I love kissing you,” Josh replied, brushing a curl from Indy’s face.
He slid down slightly, trailing his hands over Indy’s smooth chest, and found his nipple that tightened immediately. Josh followed his fingers with his mouth and tongue, kissing and licking Indy’s pecs and nipples.
Indy responded with a continuous stream of soft moans and groans.
“You like that, huh?” Josh teased, sucking on Indy’s nipple again. It sent lightning bolts to his cock.
“Hell, yeah.”
Josh lowered his mouth even farther, following the dusting of blond hairs down to Indy’s cock, licking and sucking and kissing every inch of skin he encountered. He slid down the couch, letting his knees lower to the floor.
“Your cock is beautiful,” Josh said, gently lifting Indy’s dick and studying it from every side.
“It’s too small,” Indy said gruffly.
“It’s perfect.”
“No, it’s not. It’s too small to bring a guy pleasure.”
Josh's head shot up. “Whoever told you that didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. Size isn’t important.”
Indy bit his lip. He should’ve kept his big mouth shut. Josh had just been nice to him, and he had to go and ruin it with his pity party.
Josh sat up on his knees, sought Noah’s eyes. “Noah, stand up for a sec, would you?” Josh asked.
Noah obeyed without protest, turning slightly. His big, fat cock was rock hard, jutting forward proudly. How was Indy’s not a fucking crayon compared to that? That dick was a thing of beauty, whereas his was…disappointing.
“Noah is smaller than me, do you see that? My cock is about two inches longer. But it doesn’t matter, since he’s not only thicker, but he has that perfect curve. When he fucks me, that curve helps him hit my prostate every single time, and he can make me come without me ever touching myself. Well, that, and I love being fucked. Now look at your cock, do you see you have that same curve?”
Indy nodded, studying the three bare cocks in the room, his teeth chewing on his full bottom lip. Josh had a point about the curve, but surely that couldn’t be all you needed to satisfy a guy, right?
“Have you ever topped? Fucked another guy?” Josh asked.
Indy shook his head. As if. It hadn’t even been an option, not with Duncan. He did the fucking, and that was it. “No. He said that my dick was too small, that I couldn’t satisfy him with this…crayon.”
A wave of sadness washed over him. He’d ruined it all now. If Josh still wanted him after this, it would be out of pity, right? He slowly lifted his eyes, but didn’t encounter the pity he’d expected. Instead, Josh's eyes were blazing. He was…mad?
“Fuck that asshole,” Josh spit out. “Seriously, fuck him. He didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.” Josh's anger dissipated when Indy barely responded. “You don’t believe me, do you? Do you honestly believe you can’t bring someone pleasure?”
“I don’t know. He fucked hundreds of people, guys and girls both, so I figured he knew what he was talking about.”
“He didn’t,” Josh assured him. “He must have been insecure as fuck and a major asshole in general.”
“The latter we can agree on,” Indy said. Asshole was too mild a word for Duncan Fitzpatrick.
“Listen, Indy, I know you’re not ready for this, but when you are, I’ll prove it to you.”
“How?”
“I’ll let you fuck me, and you can see with your own eyes how much pleasure you can bring me.”
Indy’s mouth dropped open, and he raised a shaky hand to his forehead. Josh would let Indy top him? What the actual fuck? Josh's face was completely serious, which meant he wasn’t joking. But…why?
“Why?” Indy finally managed. “Why would you let me do that?”
“Because I love
being fucked, I swear. And I like you a lot, and I want to show you how good it can be.”
“I don’t…I’ve never…” Indy shook his head, shut his mouth when he couldn’t find words.
Josh lowered himself on top of Indy again, kissed him softly. “It’s okay. Whenever you’re ready.”
He dove in deep in Indy’s mouth again, licking and sucking and rekindling the fire he’d started before. Indy sighed into his mouth, releasing the tension the discussion about his dick had brought.
Finally, Josh let go of Indy’s mouth and started exploring his way down again, dropping kisses on Indy’s chin, neck, his pecs, before settling on his right nipple. Indy leaned back with eyes closed, his lips releasing puffs and whimpers.
Josh slid lower, kneeling on the floor again, licking down Indy’s stomach until he reached his cock.
“You still okay?” he checked.
Indy nodded. His system was almost short-circuiting with sensations. No one had ever touched him like that, and holy fuck, Josh was worshiping his body, loving every inch of his skin.
Josh's tongue lapped the precum off his cock. Indy bucked off the couch, letting out a loud moan. “Oh, fuck!”
Josh chuckled. “Feel good?” he said with a low voice.
Good? Was he fucking kidding? It was absolutely amazing. Indescribable. And could he please stop talking and get his mouth back on his cock?
Josh must’ve read his mind, because his eyes twinkled as he took Indy in his mouth again, until Indy’s balls hit his chin.
“Ohhhh…fuuuuuck!”
Indy’s hands fisted Josh's hair, desperate for something to hold on to as waves of ecstasy rolled over him. He pinched his eyes shut, let his head fall back.
His cock was engulfed in Josh's wet, hot mouth all the way to his balls. And he was sucking with loud, slurping noises that made Indy rise even higher. Indy shuddered, the building pleasure in his system almost too much to bear.
Josh slowly let Indy’s cock slide from his mouth until it popped free. Indy opened his eyes, wanting to see what Josh would do next. His dick quivered in Josh's hand, wet and glistening with saliva. Josh gently took one of Indy’s balls in his mouth. Damn, his tongue was…and the pressure…
