You doing Threesomes? 2/4
Chapter 2
Nick stood in the middle of the room and fought against the urge to wrap his arms around himself. Not because of the hungry looks the two men threw at him but because of the cold. He shivered in his wet clothes.
Sam stepped closer and reached for his arm but stopped short just before he made skin contact. Nick gave a short but surprised nod, usually his customers didn't care that much about his feelings, and a warm hand stroked up his arm.
"You're all cold and wet." Sam gasped when he reached the fabric of the t-shirt.
"I think I was about to get my clothes off anyway." With a smooth movement Nick got rid of the shirt. "It'll dry until morning."
Sam raised a questioning eyebrow and turned to Dean.
"We have all night." Dean practically purred and placed a kiss on Sam lips. Then he stepped around Nick and traced the lines of the muscles in his back from the neck slowly down to his lower back. His fingers lingered there for a moment and then he gave the waist band of Nick's jeans a short tuck. Taking the hint Nick took them off and stood now completely naked between the two men.
"I like what I see." Sam closed the distance between them, hands gently caressing Nick's front while Dean did the same to his back.
"Sammy, take your shirt off." Dean said between kisses to Nick's neck. Relaxing slightly Nick leaned back against Dean's strong chest. The warmth slowly returned to his body and sandwiched between this two men his cock started to take interest.
With a smirk Sam took off his shirt and revealed a chiseled chest and a well-defined six-pack. Okay, Nick had to admit he had worse customers before.
Making his way with open mouth kisses up his neck Dean reached Nick's earlobe.
"Kiss him." He whispered in Nick's ear. "And then work your way down. Slowly."
Nick took Sam's face in both hands and leaned in for the kiss. He let Sam explore his mouth for a moment before he caught Sam's bottom lip between his lips and sucked. Sam groaned deep in his throat and Nick did it again.
"He likes it a bit rough." Dean's whispered voice sent shivers through Nick's body. Nick let go of Sam's lip and worked his way kissing and nibbling along the jawline and down his throat. He placed a wet kiss on the tattoo over strong muscle and then went down for the nipple. Rolling the other one between his fingers he pleasured both of them for a moment. Above Nick's head Dean was stroking the side of Sam's face, kissing him while Sam made more of those sweet little noises. Nick switched mouth and fingers, now a little more confident he used a bit more teeth on the nipple and Sam arched into the touch.
"Get him naked." Came Dean's instruction from above. With Sam holding on to Dean for support they got Sam out of his jeans and underwear and Nick sank to his knees in front of him. He paused for a moment and looked around for his pants to get a condom.
"Here." Dean pressed one in his hand and clicked the lid of a bottle of lube open. "Let's drive him nuts. Don't let him come too soon."
Sam threw his head back with a frustrated groan but Dean only smirked.
"Sure can do." Nick's smirk matched Dean's while he ripped the package open.
With one last stroke through Nick's hair Dean changed position and stood now behind Sam. A little weak in the knees the taller man's head rested perfectly in the crook of Dean's neck and his back spooned against Dean's chest. He pushed his hips forward reminding Nick of his job.
Nick wrapped his hand around the base of Sam's cock and ran his tongue flat along the underside up to the tip. Circling around the head he looked up and found both men staring down at him with dark eyes. With a grin he placed a little kiss on the top and went to work in earnest.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dean's hand moving between Sam's cheeks and a small cry from Sam told him when Dean had found the prostate. Within minutes they had Sam writhing and keening between them. Sam reached up with one arm, cupping Dean's head, and the other hand landed on Nick's hair but Sam was too far gone to do more than hold on to him. The only thing holding Sam upright was his lover's solid body behind him with his hand on Sam's chest.
"Dean … please … I'm gonna …" Eyes closed and head lolling on Dean's shoulder Sam was far from coherent.
"Not yet." Over Sam's shoulder Dean caught Nick's eye silently ordering him to draw it out. With lazy strokes of his fist at the base of Sam's cock and slowly licking around the head Nick waited until Sam had calmed down a bit before he drove him right back to the edge. Dean matched his pace and together they hold Sam right there on the edge for several minutes.
"Dean … please … please …" Sam was reduced to babbling now and finally Dean gave Nick a small nod.
Nick took Sam's cock in his mouth as far as he could and hollowed his cheeks while he rolled Sam's balls with his other hand. Sam cried out and bucked his hips while Dean's fingers were working deep inside him.
"Come on, Sammy. Those pretty lips around your cock. So pretty. Gonna make you come." Dean murmured into Sam's neck, plastering him with kisses. "Come on my fingers. Come in his mouth, Sammy."
"Dean!" With one last cry Sam went rigid, legs shaking he jerked his hip uncontrolled and came deep in Nick's throat.
"That's it, Sammy. So good." Dean stroke Sam's hair and for a moment the two men just stood there while Sam caught his breath.
By then Nick's own erection begged for attention and he dropped his hand get himself release but Dean caught on to that.
"Don't touch yourself." He ordered and obedient but with a frustrated growl Nick let go of his cock. Dean guided Sam to the bed where Sam made himself comfortable. Stretched out and with that blissful expression on his face he was gorgeous.
"You have to try that mouth." He said with a lazy grin and a nod in Nick's direction and Nick actually blushed.
"I will." Dean kissed him. "Later."
Dean, who hadn't lost one piece of clothing so far and for some reason that nearly made Nick come right then, palmed the quite obvious bulge through his jeans and turned to Nick.
"Nick. Bed. Hands and knees." Dean handed the bottle of lube over. "Open yourself up."
Nick got into position next to Sam who scooted up until he sat with his back against the headboard so he had everything in view. His gaze wandered over Nick's body, lingered on his nearly painful erected cock and then left him to settle on Dean standing at the end of the bed.
Nick didn't need much stretching but feeling Dean's eyes on him and his fingers working his own hole open, Nick made a show of fingering himself. Quickly he was up to three and he didn't need to fake the moans forming needy in his throat. He wanted Dean to fuck him, needed him deep inside him, needed to come. Now.
"Jesus." Dean breathed behind him. Nick couldn't see him but the hasty rustling of clothes told him that Dean finally got naked too. The mattress dipped and then there were hands on his hips, holding him steady.
On Dean's command Nick let go of his hole. The muscles clenched around emptiness and Nick couldn't help the low whimper escaping his lips. Next to him Sam chuckled in his deep voice which went right to his groin.
"Somebody is in need of a good fuck." Sam observed. Getting up to kneel beside Nick he stroke the other man's throat and neck while Dean got in position behind Nick.
"I can do that." Dean sounded confident and Nick silently begged him to just do it.
Nick had barely time to brace himself. He felt the tip of Dean's cock against his hole and then Dean went in with one smooth thrust.
"Holy shit, you're tight." Dean stilled for a moment, fully seated, giving Nick time to adjust to the feeling of stretched and full and hot.
"Okay?" Dean leaned forward, his chest against Nick's back, and placed little kisses behind Nick's earlobe.
Nick nodded and fisted the sheets.
"Move. Please." He gritted out, his cock bobbing with every little movement begging for attention more than ever. Sam's hands and mouth were all over him now, leaving hot trails of kisses on his back, fingers pinching his nipples and ghosting over his stomach but to Nick's frustration they never touched his cock.
Slowly Dean bottomed out, almost all the way, before he thrust back in. He did that a few times, brushing Nick's prostate in sweet torture every time, before he set a faster rhythm.
"Sammy, jack him off." Dean grunted out between harsh breaths and Nick almost cried in relief when Sam's big hand wrapped around his penis. "Wanna feel him come. Clench around me. Milk me dry. Wanna feel it." Every word was a hard thrust sending sparks of pleasure through Nick's body.
Sam worked Nick's cock in a matching rhythm to Dean fucking him from behind and it took only seconds until Nick threw his head back, arched his body and spurted white ropes of come.
The hands on his hips tightened their grip to almost painful and through his own orgasm Nick felt Dean spasm deep inside him.
"Fuck!" Dean cried out, hips jerking, driving him even deeper into Nick. "Oh, god. Sammy!" The last bit was muffled maybe by Sam kissing Dean but Nick was too wrung out to turn his head.
Nick's shaky arms gave out when Dean collapsed on top of him and for a moment they just lay there. Dean's softening cock still deep in his ass and barely able to breathe with the heavy man pressing him into the mattress Nick couldn't feel better.
"That was good." Dean propped himself up on his elbows, taking his weight off of the man under him, and carefully slipped out of him and then all three men, Nick in the middle, stretched out with a content sigh.
Dozing off Nick decided that he liked threesomes.
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