by Desiree Holt
“Who says?”
“I think the pair of you are just messing with me,” Evan said, before knowing that he wanted to say it. It didn’t come out half as mulish as it probably should have, however.
“I’m not messing, baby. I’ve just been eaten alive by my own horniness, apparently. In fact, I think I’m still horny—the power of insane threesomes, I guess.”
Somehow Ellie using the word threesome seemed much less ridiculous than Jimmy throwing it around. When she said it, it sounded thrilling and mature and like something he wanted to be a part of—and especially if doing so meant he got to be with her, again.
Which seemed likely, considering the location of her hand.
“You got a little morning wood, bro?” Jimmy said. Evan couldn’t help noticing that he had not yet moved away, despite the touching going on in his groinal area. “Or not so little, in your case.”
Weirdly, it wasn’t the morning wood comment that brought out the blushing. No, no—it was the “not so little” that did the trick. Full on face redness, for the dick measuring Jimmy had apparently done. Then Ellie said—
“Yeah, I think huge and awesome would be much more appropriate.”
And tomatoes paled, at the redness his face achieved. He could feel it burning right to the ends of his hair. He could feel it burning in his fingernails. And all the while his cock grew stiffer and stiffer beneath her teasing strokes, despite the fact that last night should have ended the notion of being turned on, forever.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever come three times in such a short space of time, and the last one had almost hurt. But nothing hurt now, and Jimmy was looking at the pair of them with that same look in his eyes—a look that really had nothing to do with matchmaking.
And probably everything to do with fucking him. Him. Not Ellie. Or maybe Ellie, but even so it was fairly obvious that somewhere around the middle of their friendship, Jimmy had stopped thinking about being buds and started thinking about his cock.
There was a brief moment of being outside himself and totally weirded out, that sudden awareness of their friendship and it’s never-going-to-be-the-sameness lurching in, briefly—shortly before Ellie rubbed her thumb over the underside of his prick in fine, firm fashion, and he forgot everything but his own name.
So Jimmy was likely gay and had a big man-crush on him. So what? Her hand felt too good to pass up, and so did Jimmy saying, how does he feel? His voice had dropped an entire octave, and his face no longer held that cheeky morning brightness.
It looked hungry, instead. And Ellie felt hungry. And if this was the only way he was going to get it, who was he to say no?
“Really hard,” she said, before capturing his left earlobe between her very wet feeling lips. It made him tremble more than the hand on his cock did—all that slipperiness and her faintly teasing voice and the place this was moving towards.
More high fiving with Jimmy, probably.
“You’re such a horndog, man, seriously,” Jimmy said, and the appalling thing was—
talk like the above definitely aided and abetted the situation. It could no longer be denied.
The more Jimmy went on in that vaguely insulting, borderline intrusive manner, the stiffer he got.
And probably always had, if he thought about it honestly. There was just something compelling about it—being touched in front of another person, being watched, being kind of…told off. It made all of his insides sink down to his groin, and he suspected it did almost the same thing for Ellie.
Which was likely the real reason for her sudden desire to get busy—some secret need to see a guy all flustered and embarrassed and too horny. There was simply no way around the fact that he was all three, and she was rubbing herself against his back. Whispering in his ear that she wanted him to have her, right now, right here.
The words made him moan almost as deeply as Jimmy telling him to go on and give it to her. Go on and fuck her, he said, as though some part of Evan needed permission or some other crazy thing like that—though the truth was, it sure felt nice with it. With just that little edging feeling of someone telling him or letting him, but dear God why did this realisation have to come now?
Ellie was going to think he liked weird, perverted things. She was going to—
Lead him across the living room and into the dark, warm confines of his bedroom.
Removing items of his clothing, as she went. Proving him wrong, on all counts.
By the time they got to the bed, he appeared to be completely naked. Really just buck naked, with everything out so Ellie could run her hands all over it and Jimmy could look at it all with those new greedy eyes and oh, oh, Ellie was taking her clothes off, too.
She’d removed the top before he’d even gotten past the whole sense of unease and vague humiliation and complicated arousal, and after that everything just filled right up with Ellie. The way she looked a little self-conscious, in a cute awkward sort of manner. The way she guided him over the bed with almost-not-touching-him hands, so careful and…well…loving.
And her breasts. Her perfect, round, tilting up to be kissed breasts. She went for his mouth, and he went for them—and couldn’t be ashamed about that fact. They were just too tempting and soft and delicious, and her giggle suggested she knew it.
Jimmy’s dude suggested he knew it, too. As did Jimmy’s hand, on those lovely curves.
It was difficult to feel jealousy over another man touching the object of his lust, when he had his head buried in her breasts. But somehow it flashed through him anyway, and it didn’t get any better when Jimmy said—
“Baby, you are sweet.”
It made him want to check for her expression—welcoming? Disgusted? Rolly-eyed?
But when he looked up from the wet stripe he’d laid along the upward curve of her left breast, she just seemed…weighed down with arousal.
She was rocking her hips, too. He could feel it, almost butting her still covered pussy into his erection. And when Jimmy suggested that he lick her left nipple while he pinched and toyed with her right, she only rocked harder. Turned frustrated and anxious, tugging at him to come closer.
And though she didn’t tug Jimmy closer, at the same time she didn’t shrug him off, either. He supposed it got pretty hard to shrug someone off, when they had just licked two fingers and applied them to your stiff nipple.
Something which became a tried and tested fact, when Jimmy decided to do the same thing to him. He actually licked his fingers—this time on the left hand—and just slid them underneath Evan’s body until he encountered something hard and probably too sensitive for a man.
Touching his nipple definitely shouldn’t make him jump. And yet it did, it did, and Ellie stirred beneath him restlessly, when his mouth lost all contact with her body. The sensation overload was forcing him to let her down, to be an inconsiderate lover, and yet he couldn’t stop it.
It just felt too intense, when Jimmy twisted his fingers, meanly. And even more so when Ellie’s hand joined Jimmy’s on his body, wandering and occasionally pinching—much to Jimmy’s approval.
“I think our boy likes it a little rough,” Jimmy said, which didn’t go down well with Evan’s brain. Fortunately, his brain was currently taking an extended vacation, so loins won the day. Loins operated his mouth—
“Yeah, you can, you can.”
He wasn’t even sure what yeah, you can, you can meant, but it sure felt good coming out of him. As did Ellie’s hand suddenly all over his ass, squeezing just this side of too hard.
“Just tell me what you want,” she said, so breathless and urgent. “Just tell me—
anything, okay, anything.”
But then she scratched over the arch of his back with a row of nails, and he forgot all of the things he’d ever wanted to ask for, in bed. Fleeting glimpses of past jerk-off fantasies flashed behind his eyes—Ellie catching him, pinning him down, riding him as punishment; Ellie joining in their dirty little masturbation sessions—but none of them r
eally got close to this—
Jimmy telling her to touch him, you know, there.
His first instinct was to jerk away. Just because Jimmy maybe liked things like that, didn’t mean he did. But then his brain managed to chime in with, sex things don’t make you gay. Being gay makes you gay.
And that sort of calmed things down a little. As did Ellie touching him and touching him in that totally weird way—just one finger, sliding between his definitely-trying-to-clench ass cheeks.
She had to really stretch around his body to do it, but once she’d flipped him onto his back—yeah, it got easier, then. And she rubbed the pad of that finger up, up, too—right over that strip of velvet skin between his balls and his ass, until it felt so good he could have squeezed it like a living thing. He felt pretty sure that his mouth blurted out words such as—
I like it when you touch me there.
But his mouth returned to silence, when she went back to rubbing over his arsehole.
Because it was weird and it made him shiver, and the shivering only got worse when Jimmy passed her the mammoth bottle of obvious jerk-off material he had at the side of his bed—
hideously, embarrassingly—and told her to use it.
Told her to use it, while she went down on him.
And he said it so matter of factly, too! He had a big boner—Evan could see it, out of the corner of the eyes he tried to keep closed. But his voice remained on the level, very firm and controlling, and it almost terrified.
Until Ellie said—
“You want me to suck your cock while I finger your ass, baby?”
Then it just became awesome again.
“Of course he wants it, all guys want it—they just don’t know it. But wait, buddy, seriously. You’re gonna love this,” Jimmy said, and a lick of hoarseness emerged, somewhere deep down in his voice. Like maybe the idea was starting to take hold of him, or Ellie’s words were doing it for him, or who the fuck knew?
All he understood for sure was Ellie’s mouth suddenly slick and hot on the head of his cock, and one slippery finger working over something he’d barely touched with his own two hands.
Of course, he’d thought about it. He’d told Jimmy that he’d fantasised about Ellie doing it, after Jimmy said that being touched there was the most amazing thing. And once or twice his hand had wandered, in the middle of an intense jerk-off session.
But nothing in his vague imaginings came close to the feeling of being sucked, and sucked, while someone circled that place.
“Good, right?” Jimmy said, now definitely hoarse and more than a little flushed all over his no-longer-grinning face. He was watching intently, Evan noted, and that just made the whole thing even more exciting.
His cock jerked in Ellie’s mouth and she made a little sound—almost a protest—but luckily Jimmy was there to help her out. Jimmy was there to tug her briefly away from Evan’s swollen prick, to kiss his own.
That hot flash of jealousy went through Evan, again—strangely more for Jimmy’s hand in her hair, than for her mouth on his cock—but it had an unfortunate side effect. An unfortunate and admittedly thrilling side effect.
His mind tensed and his body forgot to, and Ellie’s finger slid suddenly and shockingly all the way in, to the hilt.
He couldn’t even find the wherewithal to be pleased, that it made her pull off Jimmy’s dick. She gasped, and the gasp thrilled straight to his core, and she wriggled her finger, and that also thrilled straight to his core, and after that she whispered something like oh fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this. At which point, he felt sure he was about to come.
The sensation just came on so strong. Overwhelming, all the way through his gut and through his thighs and in that tightening feeling in his balls—orgasm alert! Good sense managed to make him tell her to slow down, just wait, wait, but that only made Jimmy laugh and say, man, he’s gonna spurt!
Which was both mortifying and even worse—arousing. It gave a little kickback to the impending orgasm feeling. The one that intensified, when Ellie asked, breathless and far kinder than Jimmy— are you, baby? I want you to come in my mouth, okay? Come in my mouth.
Right before she twisted those fingers inside him, and sparks went off behind his eyes.
He managed to hold onto it long enough to see her little O of surprise, and flash of pleasure in her expression, when she succeeded. And to hear Jimmy say—
“Can you feel it? That little bump? Yeah—stroke it. Stroke it nice and firm.”
He almost wanted to tell her not to—a passing glance over what was surely his prostate had been more than enough. Almost too much, in fact—kind of like being shoved, down there. A heavy pressure that he wasn’t sure he liked.
Until she did as Jimmy shakily suggested. Then noise came out of him, and he felt his entire body arch up off the bed. For second, it was so intense that afterwards he had to check all over his belly, just to make sure he hadn’t come.
While Jimmy laughed, and Ellie giggled.
It didn’t feel cruel, however. If anything Ellie seemed filled with warmth towards him in a way he’d never seen from her before, and though Jimmy did most of the talking, her eyes never left him. Her touch never left him, either. She had that finger rubbing and rubbing inside him and her other hand on the base of his cock, as she watched for his every response.
She watched, and said, come for me, then. Come for me.
And when she stroked his cock suddenly—once, twice—he did. Everything surged and it twisted through him almost painfully, whiting out all sense, as it did. So much so that he hardly felt Jimmy taking his hand, to wrap it around his prick. He hardly heard him say words that sounded like please and I want you too much.
He only did what felt good, and right, because dear God he loved Ellie. He loved her in that way, the passionate, head over heels sort of way that allowed him to do everything he never knew he wanted.
But he loved his friend, too. He loved his friend, and always would.
Chapter Five
It was on the third morning of shenanigans, that Ellie rolled out of their den of lust to find Jimmy fully dressed. Of course, that didn’t seem so unusual. The bank holiday meant no work, but he could have easily been about to go out and get a lifetime’s supply of condoms, or the Big Bible of Complicated Threesomes, or something.
He could have been, if it wasn’t for the bag. That pulled her up short and entirely out of fun and games. Somehow she’s imagined—and feared-feared-feared, in the twilight hours—that it’d be Evan who went into meltdown. Evan, who had stayed up last night and whispered that the last two days had been the best of his life.
Even with all the up the butt action and the confused feelings and his obvious streak of jealousy, whenever Jimmy laid a hand on her.
And now, here was Jimmy, obviously about to go off somewhere and not for five minutes. He put a finger to his lips, and somehow that seemed even worse than all the rest of it. He didn’t want to wake Evan—the best bud he was probably in love with, or something.
Not even probably, because Evan had also whispered to her the night before that he was worried, very worried. Mainly that Jimmy had love feelings for him, and though he loved him back a whole lot, it just wasn’t in that way.
Enough to give a friendly hand job way. Enough to have a bit of fun. But not the same way he felt about her.
Then he had blushed and gotten all awkward, as though realising he’d revealed too much about the other thing. The one that made her scared and thrilled, all at the same time—
did he love her? It kind of felt like maybe he did, in spite of insane threesomes. In fact, insane threesomes seemed to have only solidified whatever it was he felt.
And she couldn’t say that she felt any different. Which made all of this a huge mess.
“Where are you going?”
It sounded dumb coming out, but what else could be said? Any fool could have seen that she loved Evan, and Evan probably really, really liked her…but where did that l
eave Jimmy?
“Thought I’d leave you guys alone, for a while.”
It made her even more uncomfortable, that he didn’t sound the least bit unhappy.
“Why? Jimmy, you don’t have to go—I know this has been a little full on, but you don’t have to.”
The discomfort slipped, somewhat, under pressure of his laughter.
“I know that, baby doll! Come on—what did you think? That I don’t want to be best buds, anymore? I’m just gonna leave you guys alone for a little while, ‘cause…well. Do I really have to spell it out for you? He’s like a fucking puppy dog for you. He’s like Heathcliff, on a hill. You know that, right?”
“Well…maybe he…maybe he likes you, too. Maybe he likes you more than me! I mean, I don’t know whether you’re gay or bisexual or what the fuck but I don’t know if he is, either, so—”
“Ellie, come on, man. You guys are nuts for each other. I’m just…using that to my advantage.” He leant in, and gave her the old dirty eyebrow. She felt she might possibly adore him forever, just for that. “You know—like always.”
She sighed, and shook her head.
“Yeah, I know you, bro.”
“So—we’re cool, right? We all had a little fun, and now I’m going to gracefully exit and leave you two to do lots of lurve making or some other such bullshit, while I trash your apartment. Sound good?”
The entire conversation consisted of head shaking. And maybe some awe, at his total chutzpah.
“Just don’t touch my books, okay?” she said, and he made the Scout’s honour sign.
Just to add that extra touch of adorableness. “And work out your feelings while you’re gone, so we can all be non-weird friends, when you return.”
He gave her a crooked smile, and she gave him one back, and further laughter almost almost came about, until he threw his arms around her, suddenly. Then she had to squeeze him tight, to stop any tears leaking out.
Especially when his voice came out all hoarse, and not like him at all.
