Because I promised
Title: Last House on the Left
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold // Bleeding Through
Pairing: Multiple
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
00-06 || 07-09 || 10 || 11 | 12 || 13 || 14-XX
Sorry it took so long for this, I've had it written out on paper for like a week, but haven't really been feeling up to typing it up. We all know that this is really just my excuse for writing a foursome, but beforehand, I'd like to apologize. I assumed that foursomes would be easy like threesomes. Haha, no. I was wrong.
Last House on the Left
Chapter XXb
~Deleted Scene // Extended Ending~
Matt rolled out of the bed, seemingly not caring that he was naked as a newborn, while Johnny on the other hand, pulled the sheet up just enough to cover his groin. Within moments it would be removed, but he didn't like the idea of having his stuff hanging out when the door was going to be opened. Matt threw him a famous grin, before he grabbed the knob, and quickly opened the door.
"Hey, sexy," There was a thud as Brandan leaned against the doorframe, his thumbs hooked into the beltloops of his low-cut, tight-fitting jeans -- the only thing he wore. "Room for two more?"
Matt grinned again, stepping aside. "Always." he said. "Took you long enough."
Brandan smirked before entering the room, and Ryan -- who'd been standing behind Brandan, waiting for the taller man to end it with the whole tough and sexy appeal, followed behind him. Matt threw an arm around Ryan as he shut the door.
"You know," he said, glancing over at Brandan who was standing in front of the bed, exchanging lusty looks with Johnny as he unbuttoned and zipped his pants. "You're pretty much the only one still dressed."
Ryan gave a smirk. "Excuse me if I don't feel comfortable walking around naked all the time." he said. "I feel too intimidated in a house with you and Brandan."
Matt grinned, before he reached over with both hands, grabbing the bottom hem of the shorter man's tee shirt, and pulling it over his head quickly. As he dropped it to the floor, he leaned in and firmly kissed Ryan, hands going straight for the fly of his jeans.
Now undressed, Brandan climbed into the bed with Johnny, wasting no time in throwing the sheet away from the younger man's body. He pressed his lips firmly Johnny's, running his hands down his body. He slid his tongue into the younger man's mouth, and without missing a beat, Johnny kneaded his own into it, massaging it, and getting a small groan to rise in Brandan's chest. After a quick break for air, Brandan bit Johnny's lip softly, pulling it into his mouth to tease the other man.
Matt helped Ryan out of his pants, before returning to the smaller man's mouth, where his tongue explored every inch of the other man's mouth. With one hand on Ryan's hip, and the other tauntingly tracing lines around the smaller man's lower abdomen, Matt pulled him to the bed.
"How are we gonna do this?" he asked, tone highly amused.
Brandan broke away from Johnny, the both of them breathing deeply.
"Don't worry." he said. "Last night, after Ryan conked out on me, I stayed up thinking ahead."
"I did not conk -- " Ryan began, but Matt suddenly wrapped his fingers around the smaller man's already erect cock, and it shut him up, as he started slowly stroking him.
"Is this all you think about?" Matt asked, before leaning in to kiss Ryan's neck.
Brandan grinned. "Of course." he said.
He turned back to Johnny, giving the younger man one more kiss, before he sat up. He turned to Ryan, smirking, and his lover nodded -- they'd talked about the plans somewhat last night. Matt gave the shorter man's neck a final bite, before he removed his hand, and Ryan, though looking slightly disappointed that Matt'd had to stop, switched places with Brandan. He climbed on top of Johnny, leaning down and kissing the younger man deeply. Matt watched the two, but grabbed Brandan's wrist to pull his best friend towards him, and giving him a deep kiss. Brandan bit at his lip affectionately, before moving his mouth to Matt's neck. Matt grinned at how things had developed on the bed.
Ryan'd rolled them over so Johnny was now laying over him, and he pulled the younger man down to kiss at his jawline, leading a trail up to his earlobe where he nipped gently. Then he whispered the words that he really didn't want to (he was doing this for Brandan).
"Fuck me." he said softly.
Johnny's slight surprise was amusing, it was pretty obvious that he was always the bottom. Johnny felt a small jab of excitement, he'd only ever been the top to Matt once -- the older man seemed to really not like it, and Johnny didn't care either way.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Ryan would've preferred to be the one asking that -- he knew that Johnny was probably really tight, no matter how many times Matt had him, and Ryan knew that he would've loved to have been able to do things with that small ass. But he nodded anyway.
"Matt." Brandan's warm breath danced across Matt's collarbone, and the larger man made a 'hmm' noise.
Brandan bit the soft skin of Matt's throat gently, before questioning simply if he had any lube. Matt threw a glance around the room, knowing there was some somewhere. Brandan made things worse by reaching down and grabbing his best friend's cock. Matt took a deep breath.
"There." He said, pointing.
A small bottle of KY was peeking out from underneath the bed -- Matt had dropped it there the last time he and Johnny'd messed around -- the night before. Brandan grinned at him, giving Matt's dick a solitary stroke, before moving away to get the lubricant. As if able to read Brandan's mind, Matt moved to the bed where Johnny had already ended up between Ryan's legs, and he crawled onto the mattress, laying down next to Ry.
Brandan, now holding the KY, ran his fingers through Johnny's hair, standing next to him. He turned the younger man's head, and placed a sloppy kiss on him, while unscrewing the lid of the lube with one hand. Pulling away from Johnny, he squeezed a fair amount into his hand, and quickly glazed the shorter man's cock in an even layer. Johnny's breathing hitched as the lube started to warm on contact -- Matt's favorite kind.
Meanwhile, Matt's lips were glued to Ryan's, and he was biting at the smaller man's lip rings, pulling at them with his teeth, as he moved his hand down Ryan's chest. He threw a glance over at his lover who was busy with Brandan, who was practically getting him off. Johnny's lips were parted slightly, eyes half-closed, and his round cheeks had taken on a rosy color. Brandan's dark eyes met Matt's, and the two smirked at each other.
Ryan gave a sigh, rolling his eyes, and Matt grinned sheepishly down at him. Before he could apologize, the smaller man grabbed him and pulled him down to resume their kissing. Brandan suddenly ceased his movements on Johnny, and he lightly pushed at the younger man's hips, seemingly guiding his cock to Ryan, who already had his hips propped up.
"Don't worry about being slow or gentle." Brandan said in a low tone, "Believe me, if it's one thing Ryan likes, it's rough and painful."
Johnny smirked at Brandan, and the taller man gave him a deep kiss, pushing the younger man's hips forward some more. Ryan took in a quick breath, biting at Matt's bottom lip as Johnny's cock quickly entered him. He lifted his hips a little more, giving a little more leeway to Johnny. He'd have to admit that he was slightly surprised, he hadn't thought Johnny would be small, just not that big. Matt broke their kiss, moving his lips to Ryan's neck, and the smaller man glance up at Johnny who was still preoccupied with Brandan.
Sliding his dick completely into Ryan, Johnny nipped at Brandan's lip, vaguely laughing at himself because he could remember the time when he was all shy and submissive. He'd grown into a real vixen since then.
Matt's hand, which had been resting on Ryan's hip, moved further down, and Ryan groaned as Matt traced a finger down his length. He pushed his hips up a little more, and he couldn't bite back a small noise as Johnny's dick brushed against his prostate. Matt grinned at the smaller man's reaction, turning to look at Johnny, who smirked at his lover as Brandan's lips moved over his shoulder and neck.
A particularly angled and rough thrust from the young man caused Ryan to push his hips upward. Matt, who'd only been teasingly running his fingers down the smaller man's cock, gave in to Ryan's mewls, and gingerly wrapped his hand around his cock, starting to stroke slowly, the sensual rhythm contrasting with Johnny's quick, and powerful thrusts. Ryan, biting at Matt's thick neck, reached down, and wasted no time in grabbing Matt's dick, his pumps immediately fierce. The larger man groaned against Ryan's skin, but kept his own hand movements leveled.
Johnny gave a moan himself, his hips sharply thrusting forward. Brandan bit the younger man's neck borderline harshly, and he squeezed some lubricant into his hand again, smearing a small amount on the tips of his two fingers. He gave a short laugh to himself, remembering he'd been in this position not too long ago with Ryan and a certain 'captive' of theirs. He tossed the tube of KY onto the bed next to Matt, knowing they'd need it for later.
He slid his left arm around the front of Johnny's waist, not holding him there, just wanting something to hold, while his right hand almost inconspicuously moved behind the younger man. As he pushed his two fingers quickly into Johnny, he firmly kissed the younger man's cheek, loving the noise that issued from his throat.
Ryan let out a groan as Johnny gave an almost violent thrust, his movements egged on by the two fingers that were already searching out his own prostate, and Ryan's hand involuntarily tightened on Matt's lengthy cock, getting the older man to moan loudly against Ryan's neck. Johnny answered with a sound of his own, and as Brandan's fingers brushed his sweet spot, his hips bucked forward, causing Ryan to mewl again.
Brandan moved his mouth to Johnny's ear, and as he grazed his teeth along the lobe, he felt the younger man's fingers suddenly wrap around his throbbing dick. He couldn't help himself, and he let out a low throaty noise. A part of him was dying, he really wanted to fuck Johnny, but he knew he wanted to wait for the 'grand finale' -- Matt.
As if sensing this, Matt lifted his head, stopping his mouth's assault on Ryan's neck (though keeping his hand movements steady), and he glanced at Brandan who'd been watching him intensely, while instinctively rolling his hips forward into Johnny's quick strokes. The lusty look his best friend was giving him was enough for Matt, and he stopped pumping Ryan's cock, getting a noise of disagreement from the smaller man. Brandan reached down with his left hand, stopping Johnny's hand from stroking him anymore -- though he didn't want to stop him -- and he pulled it to Ryan's cock. Johnny wasted no time in taking over Matt's job.
Matt sat up, grabbing Johnny and giving his lover a deep, passionate kiss, before leaning around the younger man to cock an eyebrow at Brandan. His best friend grinned at him, and nodded. With a final finger thrust into Johnny, making sure to hit the younger man's prostate, he pulled them out, and climbed into the bed, crawling towards Matt. Within moments they'd moved into a position where Brandan was on his back next to Ryan, and Matt was over top of him, pushing his tongue quickly into his best friend's mouth. It'd been forever since they'd last done anything, and though he wanted to be with Johnny, and would never trade him for anything, he'd always have a love/lust relationship with Brandan.
Meanwhile, next to them, Johnny leaned down, kissing Ryan, and thrusting deeply. Ryan's hands moved up the younger man's sweat-dampened back, scratching slightly, and he bucked his hips up slightly as Johnny didn't fail to hit his prostate again. Johnny tightened his grip on Ryan's dick, before moving his lips to the other man's neck.
Matt broke away from Brandan, panting heavily. He went to reach around Johnny for the KY, but Brandan quickly, grabbed his wrist. He'd changed his mind from earlier.
"Like old times," he said with a grin, "Use spit."
Matt returned the grin, basking in the way Brandan looked at that moment. He was sweating, as they all were, and his lips were puffy and red from Matt's teeth. In other words, he looked perfect. Brandan, at the while, was trying not to break their stare, enjoying the intensity of Matt's gaze, something that no one could mirror. Brandan had originally come hoping for a chance to score with Johnny, but now his mind had been made up, turning him into a little bitch, waiting to be fucked.
He watched Matt spit into his hand expertly, and they kept eye contact as the larger man carefully coated his cock thickly. Brandan waited patiently, and as Matt slid between his legs, he lifted his hips for his best friend. Matt leaned down, biting at Brandan's lip again, as he roughly pushed himself into Brandan, the both of them grunting into the kiss.
Ryan gave a groan himself, and Johnny soon followed with one of his own, sinking his teeth into Ryan's flesh. They sounded like cavemen trying to communicate, but this was no time to laugh about stupid stuff like that; Ryan could already feel his orgasm building in his stomach, he was half mortified by the fact that he was probably the closest to the edge. He dug his fingernails into Johnny's shoulders, hard enough to break the skin, and he gained a groan from the younger man, who violently drove his dick into Ryan's prostate once more, gripping his waist harshly.
Brandan gave a small noise as Matt's large cock had no trouble in finding his spot. Everyone'd joked around with him the day after he'd let Ryan fuck him -- calling him a noisy bottom and whatnot. He'd denied it, getting all defensive, but now he could see it from their points of view. It was only Matt's third thrust, and already he was mewling like a tom cat in heat.
"Matt." he groaned, dropping his head back, and closing his eyes.
His best friend moaned again, digging his fingernails into Brandan's thick hips, and thrusting powerfully. He bit somewhat sharply at the other man's cheek. enjoying the noises that escaped his raw lips.
Next to them, Johnny had suddenly stopped driving his cock into Ryan, despite the pulsing protests from his dick. Before Ryan could start to complain, Johnny quickened his stroking, trying to make up for his lack of hip movement. He leaned over, his free hand grabbing Matt's shoulder lightly. His lover glanced at him, and they didn't even need to say anything, Matt could understand what Johnny was implying. He glanced down at Brandan, knowing for a fact that his best friend wouldn't mind. He leaned down, kissing Brandan deeply, and moved away from the other man, switching places with Johnny, who was smirking at Brandan.
Brandan couldn't help but grin as Johnny started to straddle his hips, and he realized what exactly was going on. The younger man found the tube of KY where it had ended up, and as he set to work getting Brandan's cock evenly coated, Matt meanwhile pulled at Ryan's hips, gesturing for the smaller man to roller man. With an exhausted looking smirk, Ryan obediently got on his hands and knees, and Matt wasted no time in closing the gap between them, pushing his cock easily into the other man.
Johnny finished with lubing Brandan, and as he got himself positioned, his hips hovering over the older man's, their gazes met. Brandan smirked, resting his hands on Johnny's hips -- though not rushing the younger man, he'd wanted this for a while, and even though he knew he was just about ready to explode, he wanted to savor it. Keeping his hands on Brandan's strong chest for balance, Johnny slowly settled down, holding his breath as he slid onto the older man's dick. Brandan let out a sigh, Ryan was tight, but like he'd expected, with Johnny's immature body, the younger man was tighter. He tried to glance at Ryan out of the corner of his eyes, half feeling bad because he'd been Johnny's bottom, but now that Matt's cock was already on target with hitting Ryan's prostate powerfully, the smaller man didn't seem to mind.
Brandan fought the urge to moan as Johnny's warmth surrounded his dick a second time. There was a look of concentration on the younger man's face, and his eyes were closed. He was attempted to find his own spot, seemingly having no luck. Brandan, having always been good at finding Ryan's (which seemed to constantly move, annoying the piss out of him), lifted Johnny's hips slightly, stopping the younger man's moment for a brief pause, and he gave a slow, angled thrust upwards. Johnny let out a groan from his chest, his body giving a slight shudder as Brandan's large cock brushed his prostate, and Brandan gave an arrogant grin, unable to stop himself.
Beside them, Matt groaned, his hips harshly throwing themselves forward, the sound of his skin against Ryan's a loud, almost echoing sound that was only masked by Johnny's groan next to them. Ryan, who'd been pulling on his own cock quickly, gave a small noise of his own, his breath coming out hitched and haggard. He'd been trying, but it was no use, and he gave up, letting himself reach his climax, cumming with a short spasm of his body, most of his juices landing on the bed sheet beneath him.
Brandan groaned, the sight of his lover's orgasm, plus the speed at which Johnny was riding him was almost too much for him, and he could feel that he was close again. Johnny wasn't too far off, rolling his hips quickly, small animal-like noises issuing from his parted lips. The only one who showed no signs of his approaching orgasm was Matt, who had his arms around Ryan's torso, cheek resting on the smaller man's sweaty back as Ry rode out his orgasm, his muscles clenching and unclenching around Matt's dick. Though Matt didn't show it, he was extremely close to his breaking point.
Johnny reached down, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick strokes; he wouldn't have had to necessarily to get off, but it was always a nice addition. Brandan, very amused by this sight as well, tried to keep his upward thrusts controlled. It wasn't easy with the squirming Johnny on top of him, and the way he was trying to hold off his orgasm. His dark eyes wandered suddenly, until he met Matt's. There was an unspoken agreement between the two, and Matt finally gave Ryan's body some rest, pulling his dick out, and letting the smaller man relax and lay down. Ryan, not caring about what he was laying in, just collapsed on the spot, taking heavy breaths as he rolled onto his back to continue watching the show.
Meanwhile, Johnny gave a small whimper, which by the end turned into a drawn-out groan, and just like that, he came, his load emptying on Brandan's stomach and chest, as the older man gnawed viciously on his bottom lip, still trying to hold off his orgasm.
Matt slid an arm around Johnny's hips, leaning in to kiss him passionately. Then he pulled the younger man from Brandan, laying him down next to Ryan. Not a moment was wasted as Matt quickly climbed around to slide between Brandan's legs again. With a quick thrust, they returned to what they'd been doing earlier.
Brandan groaned loudly, one thrust from his best friend practically enough to take him to his climax, and he reached down to slowly start stroking himself. Matt leaned down, pressing his lips firmly to Brandan's. As he bit his best friend's lip affectionately, he noticed how Brandan's body had been shaking and twitching slightly from his effort. It said something to Matt, knowing that Brandan had been fighting that hard to wait for him.
He moaned himself, giving a slowly angled thrust, and he scratched his nails down Brandan's sides, nipping playfully at his best friend's tongue as it'd been trying to fight its way between his lips -- a subconscious battle of dominance. He thrust his cock deeply into Brandan again, the two of them moaning in unison. Though Brandan was trying to make this moment last, it wasn't long before he was letting out small, cat-like noises as he tried to warn Matt that he was about to cum. Grinning more so to himself, Matt bit the sensitive area of Brandan's neck, knowing that would be it for his friend, but at the exact same moment, he hit Brandan's prostate head on.
Brandan groaned Matt's name loudly, his back arching as he came onto his own stomach, his juices mixing with Johnny's. Matt, comforted by the fact that he was last, allowed himself to reach his climax, and he came not too long after his best friend, spilling himself into Brandan.
Brandan panted heavily, pulling weakly at Matt's hips as the two of them waited out their orgasms. Ryan and Johnny were laying together like two cats, eyes lazily half-closed from exhaustion as they basked in the afterglow.
Matt grinned down at Brandan, and the two kissed again, before the slightly larger man pulled his now soft cock from his best friend. He laid down between Brandan and Johnny, and his best friend slung an arm clumsily over his torso. For a moment, they all just laid there, throwing smirks at each other every few seconds. After a short while, Ryan took a deep, tired breath.
"We should do this more often." he said, his tone half playful.
Brandan grinned at him. "I don't know about you guys," he said. "But give me a half hour."
I get kudos for trying....
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold // Bleeding Through
Pairing: Multiple
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
00-06 || 07-09 || 10 || 11 | 12 || 13 || 14-XX
Sorry it took so long for this, I've had it written out on paper for like a week, but haven't really been feeling up to typing it up. We all know that this is really just my excuse for writing a foursome, but beforehand, I'd like to apologize. I assumed that foursomes would be easy like threesomes. Haha, no. I was wrong.
Last House on the Left
Chapter XXb
~Deleted Scene // Extended Ending~
Matt rolled out of the bed, seemingly not caring that he was naked as a newborn, while Johnny on the other hand, pulled the sheet up just enough to cover his groin. Within moments it would be removed, but he didn't like the idea of having his stuff hanging out when the door was going to be opened. Matt threw him a famous grin, before he grabbed the knob, and quickly opened the door.
"Hey, sexy," There was a thud as Brandan leaned against the doorframe, his thumbs hooked into the beltloops of his low-cut, tight-fitting jeans -- the only thing he wore. "Room for two more?"
Matt grinned again, stepping aside. "Always." he said. "Took you long enough."
Brandan smirked before entering the room, and Ryan -- who'd been standing behind Brandan, waiting for the taller man to end it with the whole tough and sexy appeal, followed behind him. Matt threw an arm around Ryan as he shut the door.
"You know," he said, glancing over at Brandan who was standing in front of the bed, exchanging lusty looks with Johnny as he unbuttoned and zipped his pants. "You're pretty much the only one still dressed."
Ryan gave a smirk. "Excuse me if I don't feel comfortable walking around naked all the time." he said. "I feel too intimidated in a house with you and Brandan."
Matt grinned, before he reached over with both hands, grabbing the bottom hem of the shorter man's tee shirt, and pulling it over his head quickly. As he dropped it to the floor, he leaned in and firmly kissed Ryan, hands going straight for the fly of his jeans.
Now undressed, Brandan climbed into the bed with Johnny, wasting no time in throwing the sheet away from the younger man's body. He pressed his lips firmly Johnny's, running his hands down his body. He slid his tongue into the younger man's mouth, and without missing a beat, Johnny kneaded his own into it, massaging it, and getting a small groan to rise in Brandan's chest. After a quick break for air, Brandan bit Johnny's lip softly, pulling it into his mouth to tease the other man.
Matt helped Ryan out of his pants, before returning to the smaller man's mouth, where his tongue explored every inch of the other man's mouth. With one hand on Ryan's hip, and the other tauntingly tracing lines around the smaller man's lower abdomen, Matt pulled him to the bed.
"How are we gonna do this?" he asked, tone highly amused.
Brandan broke away from Johnny, the both of them breathing deeply.
"Don't worry." he said. "Last night, after Ryan conked out on me, I stayed up thinking ahead."
"I did not conk -- " Ryan began, but Matt suddenly wrapped his fingers around the smaller man's already erect cock, and it shut him up, as he started slowly stroking him.
"Is this all you think about?" Matt asked, before leaning in to kiss Ryan's neck.
Brandan grinned. "Of course." he said.
He turned back to Johnny, giving the younger man one more kiss, before he sat up. He turned to Ryan, smirking, and his lover nodded -- they'd talked about the plans somewhat last night. Matt gave the shorter man's neck a final bite, before he removed his hand, and Ryan, though looking slightly disappointed that Matt'd had to stop, switched places with Brandan. He climbed on top of Johnny, leaning down and kissing the younger man deeply. Matt watched the two, but grabbed Brandan's wrist to pull his best friend towards him, and giving him a deep kiss. Brandan bit at his lip affectionately, before moving his mouth to Matt's neck. Matt grinned at how things had developed on the bed.
Ryan'd rolled them over so Johnny was now laying over him, and he pulled the younger man down to kiss at his jawline, leading a trail up to his earlobe where he nipped gently. Then he whispered the words that he really didn't want to (he was doing this for Brandan).
"Fuck me." he said softly.
Johnny's slight surprise was amusing, it was pretty obvious that he was always the bottom. Johnny felt a small jab of excitement, he'd only ever been the top to Matt once -- the older man seemed to really not like it, and Johnny didn't care either way.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Ryan would've preferred to be the one asking that -- he knew that Johnny was probably really tight, no matter how many times Matt had him, and Ryan knew that he would've loved to have been able to do things with that small ass. But he nodded anyway.
"Matt." Brandan's warm breath danced across Matt's collarbone, and the larger man made a 'hmm' noise.
Brandan bit the soft skin of Matt's throat gently, before questioning simply if he had any lube. Matt threw a glance around the room, knowing there was some somewhere. Brandan made things worse by reaching down and grabbing his best friend's cock. Matt took a deep breath.
"There." He said, pointing.
A small bottle of KY was peeking out from underneath the bed -- Matt had dropped it there the last time he and Johnny'd messed around -- the night before. Brandan grinned at him, giving Matt's dick a solitary stroke, before moving away to get the lubricant. As if able to read Brandan's mind, Matt moved to the bed where Johnny had already ended up between Ryan's legs, and he crawled onto the mattress, laying down next to Ry.
Brandan, now holding the KY, ran his fingers through Johnny's hair, standing next to him. He turned the younger man's head, and placed a sloppy kiss on him, while unscrewing the lid of the lube with one hand. Pulling away from Johnny, he squeezed a fair amount into his hand, and quickly glazed the shorter man's cock in an even layer. Johnny's breathing hitched as the lube started to warm on contact -- Matt's favorite kind.
Meanwhile, Matt's lips were glued to Ryan's, and he was biting at the smaller man's lip rings, pulling at them with his teeth, as he moved his hand down Ryan's chest. He threw a glance over at his lover who was busy with Brandan, who was practically getting him off. Johnny's lips were parted slightly, eyes half-closed, and his round cheeks had taken on a rosy color. Brandan's dark eyes met Matt's, and the two smirked at each other.
Ryan gave a sigh, rolling his eyes, and Matt grinned sheepishly down at him. Before he could apologize, the smaller man grabbed him and pulled him down to resume their kissing. Brandan suddenly ceased his movements on Johnny, and he lightly pushed at the younger man's hips, seemingly guiding his cock to Ryan, who already had his hips propped up.
"Don't worry about being slow or gentle." Brandan said in a low tone, "Believe me, if it's one thing Ryan likes, it's rough and painful."
Johnny smirked at Brandan, and the taller man gave him a deep kiss, pushing the younger man's hips forward some more. Ryan took in a quick breath, biting at Matt's bottom lip as Johnny's cock quickly entered him. He lifted his hips a little more, giving a little more leeway to Johnny. He'd have to admit that he was slightly surprised, he hadn't thought Johnny would be small, just not that big. Matt broke their kiss, moving his lips to Ryan's neck, and the smaller man glance up at Johnny who was still preoccupied with Brandan.
Sliding his dick completely into Ryan, Johnny nipped at Brandan's lip, vaguely laughing at himself because he could remember the time when he was all shy and submissive. He'd grown into a real vixen since then.
Matt's hand, which had been resting on Ryan's hip, moved further down, and Ryan groaned as Matt traced a finger down his length. He pushed his hips up a little more, and he couldn't bite back a small noise as Johnny's dick brushed against his prostate. Matt grinned at the smaller man's reaction, turning to look at Johnny, who smirked at his lover as Brandan's lips moved over his shoulder and neck.
A particularly angled and rough thrust from the young man caused Ryan to push his hips upward. Matt, who'd only been teasingly running his fingers down the smaller man's cock, gave in to Ryan's mewls, and gingerly wrapped his hand around his cock, starting to stroke slowly, the sensual rhythm contrasting with Johnny's quick, and powerful thrusts. Ryan, biting at Matt's thick neck, reached down, and wasted no time in grabbing Matt's dick, his pumps immediately fierce. The larger man groaned against Ryan's skin, but kept his own hand movements leveled.
Johnny gave a moan himself, his hips sharply thrusting forward. Brandan bit the younger man's neck borderline harshly, and he squeezed some lubricant into his hand again, smearing a small amount on the tips of his two fingers. He gave a short laugh to himself, remembering he'd been in this position not too long ago with Ryan and a certain 'captive' of theirs. He tossed the tube of KY onto the bed next to Matt, knowing they'd need it for later.
He slid his left arm around the front of Johnny's waist, not holding him there, just wanting something to hold, while his right hand almost inconspicuously moved behind the younger man. As he pushed his two fingers quickly into Johnny, he firmly kissed the younger man's cheek, loving the noise that issued from his throat.
Ryan let out a groan as Johnny gave an almost violent thrust, his movements egged on by the two fingers that were already searching out his own prostate, and Ryan's hand involuntarily tightened on Matt's lengthy cock, getting the older man to moan loudly against Ryan's neck. Johnny answered with a sound of his own, and as Brandan's fingers brushed his sweet spot, his hips bucked forward, causing Ryan to mewl again.
Brandan moved his mouth to Johnny's ear, and as he grazed his teeth along the lobe, he felt the younger man's fingers suddenly wrap around his throbbing dick. He couldn't help himself, and he let out a low throaty noise. A part of him was dying, he really wanted to fuck Johnny, but he knew he wanted to wait for the 'grand finale' -- Matt.
As if sensing this, Matt lifted his head, stopping his mouth's assault on Ryan's neck (though keeping his hand movements steady), and he glanced at Brandan who'd been watching him intensely, while instinctively rolling his hips forward into Johnny's quick strokes. The lusty look his best friend was giving him was enough for Matt, and he stopped pumping Ryan's cock, getting a noise of disagreement from the smaller man. Brandan reached down with his left hand, stopping Johnny's hand from stroking him anymore -- though he didn't want to stop him -- and he pulled it to Ryan's cock. Johnny wasted no time in taking over Matt's job.
Matt sat up, grabbing Johnny and giving his lover a deep, passionate kiss, before leaning around the younger man to cock an eyebrow at Brandan. His best friend grinned at him, and nodded. With a final finger thrust into Johnny, making sure to hit the younger man's prostate, he pulled them out, and climbed into the bed, crawling towards Matt. Within moments they'd moved into a position where Brandan was on his back next to Ryan, and Matt was over top of him, pushing his tongue quickly into his best friend's mouth. It'd been forever since they'd last done anything, and though he wanted to be with Johnny, and would never trade him for anything, he'd always have a love/lust relationship with Brandan.
Meanwhile, next to them, Johnny leaned down, kissing Ryan, and thrusting deeply. Ryan's hands moved up the younger man's sweat-dampened back, scratching slightly, and he bucked his hips up slightly as Johnny didn't fail to hit his prostate again. Johnny tightened his grip on Ryan's dick, before moving his lips to the other man's neck.
Matt broke away from Brandan, panting heavily. He went to reach around Johnny for the KY, but Brandan quickly, grabbed his wrist. He'd changed his mind from earlier.
"Like old times," he said with a grin, "Use spit."
Matt returned the grin, basking in the way Brandan looked at that moment. He was sweating, as they all were, and his lips were puffy and red from Matt's teeth. In other words, he looked perfect. Brandan, at the while, was trying not to break their stare, enjoying the intensity of Matt's gaze, something that no one could mirror. Brandan had originally come hoping for a chance to score with Johnny, but now his mind had been made up, turning him into a little bitch, waiting to be fucked.
He watched Matt spit into his hand expertly, and they kept eye contact as the larger man carefully coated his cock thickly. Brandan waited patiently, and as Matt slid between his legs, he lifted his hips for his best friend. Matt leaned down, biting at Brandan's lip again, as he roughly pushed himself into Brandan, the both of them grunting into the kiss.
Ryan gave a groan himself, and Johnny soon followed with one of his own, sinking his teeth into Ryan's flesh. They sounded like cavemen trying to communicate, but this was no time to laugh about stupid stuff like that; Ryan could already feel his orgasm building in his stomach, he was half mortified by the fact that he was probably the closest to the edge. He dug his fingernails into Johnny's shoulders, hard enough to break the skin, and he gained a groan from the younger man, who violently drove his dick into Ryan's prostate once more, gripping his waist harshly.
Brandan gave a small noise as Matt's large cock had no trouble in finding his spot. Everyone'd joked around with him the day after he'd let Ryan fuck him -- calling him a noisy bottom and whatnot. He'd denied it, getting all defensive, but now he could see it from their points of view. It was only Matt's third thrust, and already he was mewling like a tom cat in heat.
"Matt." he groaned, dropping his head back, and closing his eyes.
His best friend moaned again, digging his fingernails into Brandan's thick hips, and thrusting powerfully. He bit somewhat sharply at the other man's cheek. enjoying the noises that escaped his raw lips.
Next to them, Johnny had suddenly stopped driving his cock into Ryan, despite the pulsing protests from his dick. Before Ryan could start to complain, Johnny quickened his stroking, trying to make up for his lack of hip movement. He leaned over, his free hand grabbing Matt's shoulder lightly. His lover glanced at him, and they didn't even need to say anything, Matt could understand what Johnny was implying. He glanced down at Brandan, knowing for a fact that his best friend wouldn't mind. He leaned down, kissing Brandan deeply, and moved away from the other man, switching places with Johnny, who was smirking at Brandan.
Brandan couldn't help but grin as Johnny started to straddle his hips, and he realized what exactly was going on. The younger man found the tube of KY where it had ended up, and as he set to work getting Brandan's cock evenly coated, Matt meanwhile pulled at Ryan's hips, gesturing for the smaller man to roller man. With an exhausted looking smirk, Ryan obediently got on his hands and knees, and Matt wasted no time in closing the gap between them, pushing his cock easily into the other man.
Johnny finished with lubing Brandan, and as he got himself positioned, his hips hovering over the older man's, their gazes met. Brandan smirked, resting his hands on Johnny's hips -- though not rushing the younger man, he'd wanted this for a while, and even though he knew he was just about ready to explode, he wanted to savor it. Keeping his hands on Brandan's strong chest for balance, Johnny slowly settled down, holding his breath as he slid onto the older man's dick. Brandan let out a sigh, Ryan was tight, but like he'd expected, with Johnny's immature body, the younger man was tighter. He tried to glance at Ryan out of the corner of his eyes, half feeling bad because he'd been Johnny's bottom, but now that Matt's cock was already on target with hitting Ryan's prostate powerfully, the smaller man didn't seem to mind.
Brandan fought the urge to moan as Johnny's warmth surrounded his dick a second time. There was a look of concentration on the younger man's face, and his eyes were closed. He was attempted to find his own spot, seemingly having no luck. Brandan, having always been good at finding Ryan's (which seemed to constantly move, annoying the piss out of him), lifted Johnny's hips slightly, stopping the younger man's moment for a brief pause, and he gave a slow, angled thrust upwards. Johnny let out a groan from his chest, his body giving a slight shudder as Brandan's large cock brushed his prostate, and Brandan gave an arrogant grin, unable to stop himself.
Beside them, Matt groaned, his hips harshly throwing themselves forward, the sound of his skin against Ryan's a loud, almost echoing sound that was only masked by Johnny's groan next to them. Ryan, who'd been pulling on his own cock quickly, gave a small noise of his own, his breath coming out hitched and haggard. He'd been trying, but it was no use, and he gave up, letting himself reach his climax, cumming with a short spasm of his body, most of his juices landing on the bed sheet beneath him.
Brandan groaned, the sight of his lover's orgasm, plus the speed at which Johnny was riding him was almost too much for him, and he could feel that he was close again. Johnny wasn't too far off, rolling his hips quickly, small animal-like noises issuing from his parted lips. The only one who showed no signs of his approaching orgasm was Matt, who had his arms around Ryan's torso, cheek resting on the smaller man's sweaty back as Ry rode out his orgasm, his muscles clenching and unclenching around Matt's dick. Though Matt didn't show it, he was extremely close to his breaking point.
Johnny reached down, grabbing his cock and giving it a few quick strokes; he wouldn't have had to necessarily to get off, but it was always a nice addition. Brandan, very amused by this sight as well, tried to keep his upward thrusts controlled. It wasn't easy with the squirming Johnny on top of him, and the way he was trying to hold off his orgasm. His dark eyes wandered suddenly, until he met Matt's. There was an unspoken agreement between the two, and Matt finally gave Ryan's body some rest, pulling his dick out, and letting the smaller man relax and lay down. Ryan, not caring about what he was laying in, just collapsed on the spot, taking heavy breaths as he rolled onto his back to continue watching the show.
Meanwhile, Johnny gave a small whimper, which by the end turned into a drawn-out groan, and just like that, he came, his load emptying on Brandan's stomach and chest, as the older man gnawed viciously on his bottom lip, still trying to hold off his orgasm.
Matt slid an arm around Johnny's hips, leaning in to kiss him passionately. Then he pulled the younger man from Brandan, laying him down next to Ryan. Not a moment was wasted as Matt quickly climbed around to slide between Brandan's legs again. With a quick thrust, they returned to what they'd been doing earlier.
Brandan groaned loudly, one thrust from his best friend practically enough to take him to his climax, and he reached down to slowly start stroking himself. Matt leaned down, pressing his lips firmly to Brandan's. As he bit his best friend's lip affectionately, he noticed how Brandan's body had been shaking and twitching slightly from his effort. It said something to Matt, knowing that Brandan had been fighting that hard to wait for him.
He moaned himself, giving a slowly angled thrust, and he scratched his nails down Brandan's sides, nipping playfully at his best friend's tongue as it'd been trying to fight its way between his lips -- a subconscious battle of dominance. He thrust his cock deeply into Brandan again, the two of them moaning in unison. Though Brandan was trying to make this moment last, it wasn't long before he was letting out small, cat-like noises as he tried to warn Matt that he was about to cum. Grinning more so to himself, Matt bit the sensitive area of Brandan's neck, knowing that would be it for his friend, but at the exact same moment, he hit Brandan's prostate head on.
Brandan groaned Matt's name loudly, his back arching as he came onto his own stomach, his juices mixing with Johnny's. Matt, comforted by the fact that he was last, allowed himself to reach his climax, and he came not too long after his best friend, spilling himself into Brandan.
Brandan panted heavily, pulling weakly at Matt's hips as the two of them waited out their orgasms. Ryan and Johnny were laying together like two cats, eyes lazily half-closed from exhaustion as they basked in the afterglow.
Matt grinned down at Brandan, and the two kissed again, before the slightly larger man pulled his now soft cock from his best friend. He laid down between Brandan and Johnny, and his best friend slung an arm clumsily over his torso. For a moment, they all just laid there, throwing smirks at each other every few seconds. After a short while, Ryan took a deep, tired breath.
"We should do this more often." he said, his tone half playful.
Brandan grinned at him. "I don't know about you guys," he said. "But give me a half hour."
I get kudos for trying....