fic: amongst friends
title: amongst friends
pairing: david beckham/gary neville/ryan giggs
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
summary: david is back at old trafford to watch manchester united v arsenal and meets up with old friends. 3513 words.
a/n: for miss_black91 who needed a stress reliever and a reward. t'estimo moltissim ♥
It just happens naturally, like it always does, like it always has. David waits for them in the family and friend’s lounge, happily conversing with the old and new staff alike. It feels good to catch up, to be around people who share the same accent, to be in the stadium where it all started for him. Being back at Old Trafford will always be like coming home to him. Always.
Ryan and Gary take their time; the former cleaning up after the match while the latter is just chattering about the locker room with the lads. When they emerge, it’s together and David smiles when they walk into the lounge. The three of them together again, like before, like how it should be.
David gets into the car with Gary, mostly because this is how it always is but also because Ryan knows they need to catch up. Random and sporadic phone calls are never enough between them and even though neither man has ever spoken out about it, Ryan knows. He always does. So he lets them to go together and follows in his own car to Gary’s house, a path he knows by heart.
They get inside, sharing laughs and smiles easily. Gary offers wine immediately and doesn’t wait for an answer before pouring out three glasses. He sits next to David obviously, and doesn’t care that he shamelessly presses their thighs together. David acknowledges it by placing his hand on Gary’s knee.
They don’t talk about how good it is to see each other again or how their families’ are doing or how the season is progressing so far. They don’t need small talk, not amongst old friends like them. The history that hangs in the air doesn’t allow them to.
“You never did mention how long you’re back in England for, David,” Ryan says with a smile on his lips as he sits across from the other two. “Staying long?”
David laughs. “Not sure. We’ll be here for the holidays but the boys need to be back for school.” He leans back comfortably against the couch, swirling the wine glass gently. “I might stay a little longer if I can.”
Gary right next to him perks up a little. “You should. You’re never in England long enough anymore.”
“Long enough for what, Gary?”
David’s sudden change in tone sizzles in the air. He stretches out his best friend’s name, his voice dropping about three octaves. The thigh under his touch tenses a little. Oh.
“David...”
It spoken like a warning but all three men in the room know more times than not, Gary will let David do anything he wants. He never could contain David and his desires.
This doesn’t deter David whatsoever. He turns towards him, pushing their already touching thighs closer together. He slides an arm around Gary’s neck, his wine glass dangling from his fingers. Their eyes are on each others, apple green searching such brown pools.
“Long enough for what, Gary?”
This time he shivers as the question is repeated in the same tone, if not slightly lower. Though he hasn’t removed his eyes from him, David is right in his face now, so close that Gary can feel his breath on his skin lightly. His eyes flicker down to his lips, thin and pink, before returning back up.
He’s not scared, not going to back down. They know each other well. So well. Too well.
“For you to fuck me.”
He bares his teeth, grinning a little wolfishly and David’s expression doesn’t flicker either.
“Good to see we are on the same page then.”
There are no more words allowed when he lunges forward and cuts off the space between them as he kisses his long time friend. Neither man cares that the wine from David’s glass splashes up and onto Gary’s shirt and skin. David kisses him with a need so fierce everything else fades away into the distant background.
Ryan however continues to sit silently though he has the most peculiar smile on his face. He doesn’t mind letting the two get reacquainted for a bit before reintroducing his presence. If David had missed Gary as much as Gary did then Ryan is more than okay with making this sacrifice. Though he knows he will be included in due time. He just needs to be patient...
A little more whine spills onto Gary’s shirt and that’s when Ryan laughs loud enough for David to crack open one eye, stopping their kiss midway.
“What?” He half mumbles inside Gary’s mouth.
“You know,” Ryan starts, a smirk on his lips, “you could always put the glass down, David. It might be a little easier that way.”
Pulling away at last, David laughs lowly before sliding his arm away from Gary. He takes a sip from his glass all the while keeping his eyes on Ryan. The flick of tongue to wipe away the last traces of wine is done out of cheek before David places the glass on the table in front of them.
“Giggs... Come here.”
Ryan just waves his hand in front of him lazily, letting his whole face light up as he laughs. “I am quite alright with watching, ta.”
David arches a sculpted eyebrow before shrugging and turning back to Gary. He caresses his cheek softly. “Should I be offended that Giggsy doesn’t want to join in?”
Now it’s his turn to tilt his head and observe his teammate. Gary sniffs the air with disinterest before pressing his lips to David’s hurriedly, his words muffled but loud enough. “Don’t care. Just fuck me.”
David laughs against his lips before moaning when Gary deepens the kiss. He slips his hands around him and pulls him in close. The familiarity of his best friend’s body is heady, his fingertips itching for more already. David all but slides Gary into his lap, eager to reacquaint their bodies with one another. In turn, Gary hooks his outer leg around him and let his hands settle against his torso.
Ryan continues to watch but there’s a sudden change in the air, a new kind of hunger, of want, of lust that has been injected into the atmosphere. He’s no longer impassive to the scene that is unfolding in front of him on the couch though he remains where he is. His hands however are now resting in his lap, his nerves and muscles tense. Though this isn’t new, the three of them haven’t been together in a very long time. So the nature of which the two friends are pawing at each other is breaking down Ryan’s cool all too quickly.
When David cups Gary’s neck and angles their kiss in such a way that he can see their tongues moving in tandem, Ryan slides towards the edge of his seat, his fingers now playing with a forming erection. He parts his lips to say something but then Gary slips his hands into the back David’s trousers causing the man to moan out louder than Ryan has ever heard him. The words just die in his throat.
Gary slides his hands up David’s back, taking his crisp white shirt with him, breaking their kiss for only a second as he freed him of the material. The hunger of which he presses his lips back to David’s causes shirtless man to laugh.
“A little eager, are we, Gaz?”
“Of course,” he mumbles against David’s lips as he now shifts his attention to the finicky trousers. “Take these off.”
David laughs again though instead of helping him he turns his attention to the Welsh man.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join in, mate?”
With the heel of his hand, Ryan presses down on his hardening erection as he looks from Gary to David and back again. He doesn’t know why he’s holding back still but he has a feeling it is for a good cause. He presses down against himself again, grinning as he waves them off with his other hand.
“Continue on, gentlemen.”
David half shrugs before turning his attention back to his eager best friend. He lets Gary open his belt buckle with hasty fingers. It takes him a little longer than usual but David just chuckles and lets him do it at his pace. After much effort, Gary has his trousers open and doesn’t hesitate to pull out David’s cock and wraps his fingers around it.
David doesn’t do much more than laugh.
“So eager, Gaz. It must have been a while.”
Surprisingly, it’s not Gary who speak up but the other man. “It has been over a year, David. Don’t act like you don’t miss the sorry bastard either.” Ryan smirks when David turns his gaze on him.
“Well then I am just offended now because I haven’t had you in over a year, either, Ryan. Stop being such a stiff.”
Surveying the scene in front of him carefully, Ryan makes a split second decision before he gets up and glides his way over to the couch.
He stands in front of them before dropping to his knees, eyes locked on David. Reaching out tentatively, Ryan curls his fingers around the head, his hand bumping with Gary. He can see his teammate look at him with shock out of the corner of his eye, but Ryan keeps his eyes on David.
“Never satisfied with just one, are you David?” Ryan asks softly and without malice. He keeps his touch light, a barely there stoke on David’s almost fully hardened cock.
“Never.” The word is barely out before David leans down and closes the distance between them. The kiss they share is different than the one David shares with Gary. This kiss is between two friends who respect each other deeply, having seen the other man in his darkest and also brightest hours. It’s slow and comfortable. An understanding.
David brings the hand that isn’t clutching Gary’s waist to angle Ryan’s head to his liking. With them - Ryan and Gary - he has always felt most at ease; more than Victoria, more than any player he may have shared his bed and heart with in Madrid and Los Angeles. He feels Ryan push his tongue into his mouth smoothly the same time the hands on his cock tightens.
Moaning, David pulls away from Ryan’s lips, cheeks flushed, lips full. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?” He looks at Gary who grins wolfishly.
“Lead the way, David. You know this house better than anyone.”
They all share a chuckle at that before getting up. David leaves his shirt lying on the floor and doesn’t bother doing up his trousers either as he makes his way through Gary’s house, a house he had helped purchase. It’s true what Gary had said. He’s spent more time in this house than his own during his years in Manchester. So instead of going up the stairs to Gary’s room, David twists and turns and makes his way down the stairs to the prestigious game room.
Casually walking towards the snooker table, David turns around and leans against it, jutting out his hips that are barely covered by slipping trousers. Shameless.
“Still the same, huh, David?” Ryan laughs though he doesn’t stop his eyes from wandering down David’s aged but still flawless body and back up again.
David smiles, his eyes shining. “And what do you mean by that, Giggsy?” He looks past Ryan and nods towards his best friend who is lounging in the door with his hand down his trousers. “Comfy, Gaz?
Ryan turns to look at his captain, taking in the sight of Gary pleasuring himself lazily before striding up to David so close that Ryan knows he is breathing on his skin. He dips his head, all but brushing his lips against David’s ear as he whispers. “It means, David, that you are still the tease you have always been.” His hands settle on his flanks and David tenses just a little.
“Of course.”
And then Ryan finds himself being kissed and turned around and pressed into the table before he can even register what is happening. David is everywhere, all consuming and Ryan gives in - so easily. He is flat on his back but craning his head up hungrily for more.
A hand on David’s back and on Ryan’s leg has them pulling apart slightly.
“Room for one more?”
David glances over, only to have his eyes quickly return to Gary who has now shed his clothes and stands completely bare, his hand slowly working his cock. Abandoning Ryan for a moment, David turns his attention on Gary and hauls him across the snooker table so the two men are lying side by side.
“Giggs, take your clothes off,” is the last thing David says before he turns and disappears. Ryan looks at Gary before obeying.
“Where-”
Gary cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “Kiss me.”
And that is how David finds them when he gets back: Ryan half on top of Gary, half on the velvet felt of the table. He stands back for a moment and takes in the sight of Ryan palming Gary’s ass - Gary’s body - in such a way that has David wondering if they haven’t been together in a while either. Gary is moaning underneath him, his body writhing in the slightest way that has David sliding the hand that isn’t holding supplies around his cock, but only for a moment because he decides he cannot wait any longer.
Instead of breaking their kiss however, David quietly places the supplies on the table next to Gary’s body. Then - then his mouth descends down onto Gary’s cock, his lips bumping into Ryan’s hand. Ryan doesn’t flinch or even pull away from the kiss to see what is going on; instead, he just slides his hand down to circle the base, allowing David to mouth as much of Gary’s cock as he wants, which is all of it.
Gary makes this keening sound as he twists his hips that makes David shiver and hum laughter around Gary’s cock at the same time. He looks up to see his two friends still locked by the lips in such a lust.
The three of them haven’t been like this in over a year but it feels longer than that. They have been friends since they can remember; when David and Gary came up through the youth system at United. Ryan remembers seeing the two of them constantly together - banded together like brothers at training, at team lunches, and most importantly on the pitch. It was natural for David and Gary to come together in such a way that defied friendship standards and although it had been nerve-wracking and had almost ended their friendship, they were able to create something that made sense for them.
Ryan’s addition to their relationship was just as natural.
Ryan... He had understood and took to their relationship so easily. He never did say if it had been in the way David would touch Gary in training or the way they always made a point to do everything together. But when Ryan had stridden into the locker room one day after forgetting his jacket, he didn’t make a fuss; didn’t clear his throat, didn’t speak up, didn’t rush out, didn’t even grab his jacket. Gary had David pressed against the lockers, kissing him soundly. Ryan had just smiled and walked out calmly, knowing retrieving his jacket wasn’t important enough to ruin a moment between two of his very good friends.
And when David and Gary found out Ryan knew about them, they panicked much more than he did. Ryan just laughed it off and gave them his blessing. Two months later he found himself writhing amongst their bodies one night. One night turned into two, three, four... and somewhere along the way they lost count.
They fit - the three of them.
David lifts Gary’s legs, his mouth still on his cock - sucking deep but not hard because he is a tease like that - and places his feet flat against the felt. He snaps open the bottle of lubricant and warms a bit between his hands before bringing a finger to Gary’s entrance, tracing the outside lavishly.
“Da-vid.”
Ryan looks down as the name breaks against his lips. He should have known David would just get into it. So Ryan shuffles closer as he runs his fingers through David’s long hair, pressing him down further onto Gary’s cock. David’s eyes flicker up to his, his smirk stretched wide.
He pulls off a second later, leaving Gary’s erection shiny and wet and looking utterly obscene as it flops against his stomach. Ryan swoops in and wraps his hand around it immediately.
David fucks him with two fingers and Ryan tightens his grip on his cock.
“Fuck... bastards!”
This just earns Gary more treatment to his body that causes him to arch and moan. It’s not enough.
“David...”
And of course David knows exactly what he means with the single utterance of his name. He straightens and looks down at the bodies displayed out in front of him. Gary looks in such bliss and perfect against the green felt but David worries about his comfort.
“Should we move to a bed or at least get you a pillow or something?”
Gary all but growls. “Just. Fuck. Me. Now.”
“Did you miss his impatience?” Ryan laughs as he kisses Gary’s shoulder, still stroking him, now languidly to counter his point. Gary turns and bumps his chin against Ryan’s head though letting out a low moan at the same time. Ryan takes it as him wanting to kiss so he does - all tongue and teeth.
The kiss is body consuming, body consuming, mind consuming that Gary feels like he is going to explode, along with the hand on his cock, pulling him tight and slow. He’s so into himself that when David pulls his legs further apart and presses his cock into him, Gary chokes into Ryan’s mouth and arches into his hand.
Ryan inches a little closer, closing off the little space that between their bodies to reach for Gary’s hand and place it on his cock. Gary catches on and squeezes hard and as good as he is getting. Sliding his hips back and forth, Gary moans “faster, more” into Ryan’s mouth.
David barely hears it but gives him what he wants, Ryan too. David reaches for Ryan’s cock and entangles his fingers with Gary’s, attuning his strokes in time with his thrusts inside Gary.
It it - of course - Gary who comes first; the sensations of being fucked, being stroked, Ryan’s lips and the velvet felt of the snooker table proving to be too much. His body quakes and he bites down hard on Ryan’s mouth, knowing he will have to pay for the coppery taste that spreads on their lips later. David doesn’t let up however, just continues to fuck him through his orgasm and Ryan is there to see him through it as well.
“Fuck.”
Ryan’s hands and lips fall away from him but David’s cock remains inside, shallowly fucking him as Ryan sits up and kisses him hard and hungry. Gary watches them as he catches his breath before sitting up as well. He curls his other hand around David’s waist, stroking the damp tattoo covered skin. First he kisses the side of David’s ear then cheek before sliding his lips against the side of the two men’s. They tilt their heads and allow him to join in which he does so greedily even though he has come already.
“Come on, come on, come on.” Gary chants over and over again, pushing the words into Ryan’s and David’s mouths equally. He tightens his grip on Ryan’s cock and slides his hand that is on David’s hip down to cup his arse. Gary doesn’t even think about it when he slips his fingers in between his cheeks and presses against David’s entrance gently.
It is - however - the best decision he could have made.
David tightens his grip on Ryan and strokes hard when he comes because he wants Ryan to orgasm when he does. It’s only a few seconds after but Ryan comes hard into his and Gary’s hands and David inside Gary. The moment lasts long and if Gary was younger he knows he would be hard again from seeing David’s and Ryan’s mouths aligning so perfectly.
Sighing, Gary falls back against the felt (which isn’t soft at all but he’s too blissed out to care) and closes his eyes, his heart taking a little longer to calm down.
There’s a bit of shifting before a weight settles onto his chest. Gary doesn’t bother opening his eyes to find out who it is but it isn’t long before he finds out.
“You know, it would be better if we went upstairs where the bed is.”
Gary laughs as he wraps his arms around David. He pops open one eye, smirking, “Stop being so old, Giggsy.”
pairing: david beckham/gary neville/ryan giggs
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: fiction
summary: david is back at old trafford to watch manchester united v arsenal and meets up with old friends. 3513 words.
a/n: for miss_black91 who needed a stress reliever and a reward. t'estimo moltissim ♥
It just happens naturally, like it always does, like it always has. David waits for them in the family and friend’s lounge, happily conversing with the old and new staff alike. It feels good to catch up, to be around people who share the same accent, to be in the stadium where it all started for him. Being back at Old Trafford will always be like coming home to him. Always.
Ryan and Gary take their time; the former cleaning up after the match while the latter is just chattering about the locker room with the lads. When they emerge, it’s together and David smiles when they walk into the lounge. The three of them together again, like before, like how it should be.
David gets into the car with Gary, mostly because this is how it always is but also because Ryan knows they need to catch up. Random and sporadic phone calls are never enough between them and even though neither man has ever spoken out about it, Ryan knows. He always does. So he lets them to go together and follows in his own car to Gary’s house, a path he knows by heart.
They get inside, sharing laughs and smiles easily. Gary offers wine immediately and doesn’t wait for an answer before pouring out three glasses. He sits next to David obviously, and doesn’t care that he shamelessly presses their thighs together. David acknowledges it by placing his hand on Gary’s knee.
They don’t talk about how good it is to see each other again or how their families’ are doing or how the season is progressing so far. They don’t need small talk, not amongst old friends like them. The history that hangs in the air doesn’t allow them to.
“You never did mention how long you’re back in England for, David,” Ryan says with a smile on his lips as he sits across from the other two. “Staying long?”
David laughs. “Not sure. We’ll be here for the holidays but the boys need to be back for school.” He leans back comfortably against the couch, swirling the wine glass gently. “I might stay a little longer if I can.”
Gary right next to him perks up a little. “You should. You’re never in England long enough anymore.”
“Long enough for what, Gary?”
David’s sudden change in tone sizzles in the air. He stretches out his best friend’s name, his voice dropping about three octaves. The thigh under his touch tenses a little. Oh.
“David...”
It spoken like a warning but all three men in the room know more times than not, Gary will let David do anything he wants. He never could contain David and his desires.
This doesn’t deter David whatsoever. He turns towards him, pushing their already touching thighs closer together. He slides an arm around Gary’s neck, his wine glass dangling from his fingers. Their eyes are on each others, apple green searching such brown pools.
“Long enough for what, Gary?”
This time he shivers as the question is repeated in the same tone, if not slightly lower. Though he hasn’t removed his eyes from him, David is right in his face now, so close that Gary can feel his breath on his skin lightly. His eyes flicker down to his lips, thin and pink, before returning back up.
He’s not scared, not going to back down. They know each other well. So well. Too well.
“For you to fuck me.”
He bares his teeth, grinning a little wolfishly and David’s expression doesn’t flicker either.
“Good to see we are on the same page then.”
There are no more words allowed when he lunges forward and cuts off the space between them as he kisses his long time friend. Neither man cares that the wine from David’s glass splashes up and onto Gary’s shirt and skin. David kisses him with a need so fierce everything else fades away into the distant background.
Ryan however continues to sit silently though he has the most peculiar smile on his face. He doesn’t mind letting the two get reacquainted for a bit before reintroducing his presence. If David had missed Gary as much as Gary did then Ryan is more than okay with making this sacrifice. Though he knows he will be included in due time. He just needs to be patient...
A little more whine spills onto Gary’s shirt and that’s when Ryan laughs loud enough for David to crack open one eye, stopping their kiss midway.
“What?” He half mumbles inside Gary’s mouth.
“You know,” Ryan starts, a smirk on his lips, “you could always put the glass down, David. It might be a little easier that way.”
Pulling away at last, David laughs lowly before sliding his arm away from Gary. He takes a sip from his glass all the while keeping his eyes on Ryan. The flick of tongue to wipe away the last traces of wine is done out of cheek before David places the glass on the table in front of them.
“Giggs... Come here.”
Ryan just waves his hand in front of him lazily, letting his whole face light up as he laughs. “I am quite alright with watching, ta.”
David arches a sculpted eyebrow before shrugging and turning back to Gary. He caresses his cheek softly. “Should I be offended that Giggsy doesn’t want to join in?”
Now it’s his turn to tilt his head and observe his teammate. Gary sniffs the air with disinterest before pressing his lips to David’s hurriedly, his words muffled but loud enough. “Don’t care. Just fuck me.”
David laughs against his lips before moaning when Gary deepens the kiss. He slips his hands around him and pulls him in close. The familiarity of his best friend’s body is heady, his fingertips itching for more already. David all but slides Gary into his lap, eager to reacquaint their bodies with one another. In turn, Gary hooks his outer leg around him and let his hands settle against his torso.
Ryan continues to watch but there’s a sudden change in the air, a new kind of hunger, of want, of lust that has been injected into the atmosphere. He’s no longer impassive to the scene that is unfolding in front of him on the couch though he remains where he is. His hands however are now resting in his lap, his nerves and muscles tense. Though this isn’t new, the three of them haven’t been together in a very long time. So the nature of which the two friends are pawing at each other is breaking down Ryan’s cool all too quickly.
When David cups Gary’s neck and angles their kiss in such a way that he can see their tongues moving in tandem, Ryan slides towards the edge of his seat, his fingers now playing with a forming erection. He parts his lips to say something but then Gary slips his hands into the back David’s trousers causing the man to moan out louder than Ryan has ever heard him. The words just die in his throat.
Gary slides his hands up David’s back, taking his crisp white shirt with him, breaking their kiss for only a second as he freed him of the material. The hunger of which he presses his lips back to David’s causes shirtless man to laugh.
“A little eager, are we, Gaz?”
“Of course,” he mumbles against David’s lips as he now shifts his attention to the finicky trousers. “Take these off.”
David laughs again though instead of helping him he turns his attention to the Welsh man.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join in, mate?”
With the heel of his hand, Ryan presses down on his hardening erection as he looks from Gary to David and back again. He doesn’t know why he’s holding back still but he has a feeling it is for a good cause. He presses down against himself again, grinning as he waves them off with his other hand.
“Continue on, gentlemen.”
David half shrugs before turning his attention back to his eager best friend. He lets Gary open his belt buckle with hasty fingers. It takes him a little longer than usual but David just chuckles and lets him do it at his pace. After much effort, Gary has his trousers open and doesn’t hesitate to pull out David’s cock and wraps his fingers around it.
David doesn’t do much more than laugh.
“So eager, Gaz. It must have been a while.”
Surprisingly, it’s not Gary who speak up but the other man. “It has been over a year, David. Don’t act like you don’t miss the sorry bastard either.” Ryan smirks when David turns his gaze on him.
“Well then I am just offended now because I haven’t had you in over a year, either, Ryan. Stop being such a stiff.”
Surveying the scene in front of him carefully, Ryan makes a split second decision before he gets up and glides his way over to the couch.
He stands in front of them before dropping to his knees, eyes locked on David. Reaching out tentatively, Ryan curls his fingers around the head, his hand bumping with Gary. He can see his teammate look at him with shock out of the corner of his eye, but Ryan keeps his eyes on David.
“Never satisfied with just one, are you David?” Ryan asks softly and without malice. He keeps his touch light, a barely there stoke on David’s almost fully hardened cock.
“Never.” The word is barely out before David leans down and closes the distance between them. The kiss they share is different than the one David shares with Gary. This kiss is between two friends who respect each other deeply, having seen the other man in his darkest and also brightest hours. It’s slow and comfortable. An understanding.
David brings the hand that isn’t clutching Gary’s waist to angle Ryan’s head to his liking. With them - Ryan and Gary - he has always felt most at ease; more than Victoria, more than any player he may have shared his bed and heart with in Madrid and Los Angeles. He feels Ryan push his tongue into his mouth smoothly the same time the hands on his cock tightens.
Moaning, David pulls away from Ryan’s lips, cheeks flushed, lips full. “Maybe we should take this upstairs?” He looks at Gary who grins wolfishly.
“Lead the way, David. You know this house better than anyone.”
They all share a chuckle at that before getting up. David leaves his shirt lying on the floor and doesn’t bother doing up his trousers either as he makes his way through Gary’s house, a house he had helped purchase. It’s true what Gary had said. He’s spent more time in this house than his own during his years in Manchester. So instead of going up the stairs to Gary’s room, David twists and turns and makes his way down the stairs to the prestigious game room.
Casually walking towards the snooker table, David turns around and leans against it, jutting out his hips that are barely covered by slipping trousers. Shameless.
“Still the same, huh, David?” Ryan laughs though he doesn’t stop his eyes from wandering down David’s aged but still flawless body and back up again.
David smiles, his eyes shining. “And what do you mean by that, Giggsy?” He looks past Ryan and nods towards his best friend who is lounging in the door with his hand down his trousers. “Comfy, Gaz?
Ryan turns to look at his captain, taking in the sight of Gary pleasuring himself lazily before striding up to David so close that Ryan knows he is breathing on his skin. He dips his head, all but brushing his lips against David’s ear as he whispers. “It means, David, that you are still the tease you have always been.” His hands settle on his flanks and David tenses just a little.
“Of course.”
And then Ryan finds himself being kissed and turned around and pressed into the table before he can even register what is happening. David is everywhere, all consuming and Ryan gives in - so easily. He is flat on his back but craning his head up hungrily for more.
A hand on David’s back and on Ryan’s leg has them pulling apart slightly.
“Room for one more?”
David glances over, only to have his eyes quickly return to Gary who has now shed his clothes and stands completely bare, his hand slowly working his cock. Abandoning Ryan for a moment, David turns his attention on Gary and hauls him across the snooker table so the two men are lying side by side.
“Giggs, take your clothes off,” is the last thing David says before he turns and disappears. Ryan looks at Gary before obeying.
“Where-”
Gary cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “Kiss me.”
And that is how David finds them when he gets back: Ryan half on top of Gary, half on the velvet felt of the table. He stands back for a moment and takes in the sight of Ryan palming Gary’s ass - Gary’s body - in such a way that has David wondering if they haven’t been together in a while either. Gary is moaning underneath him, his body writhing in the slightest way that has David sliding the hand that isn’t holding supplies around his cock, but only for a moment because he decides he cannot wait any longer.
Instead of breaking their kiss however, David quietly places the supplies on the table next to Gary’s body. Then - then his mouth descends down onto Gary’s cock, his lips bumping into Ryan’s hand. Ryan doesn’t flinch or even pull away from the kiss to see what is going on; instead, he just slides his hand down to circle the base, allowing David to mouth as much of Gary’s cock as he wants, which is all of it.
Gary makes this keening sound as he twists his hips that makes David shiver and hum laughter around Gary’s cock at the same time. He looks up to see his two friends still locked by the lips in such a lust.
The three of them haven’t been like this in over a year but it feels longer than that. They have been friends since they can remember; when David and Gary came up through the youth system at United. Ryan remembers seeing the two of them constantly together - banded together like brothers at training, at team lunches, and most importantly on the pitch. It was natural for David and Gary to come together in such a way that defied friendship standards and although it had been nerve-wracking and had almost ended their friendship, they were able to create something that made sense for them.
Ryan’s addition to their relationship was just as natural.
Ryan... He had understood and took to their relationship so easily. He never did say if it had been in the way David would touch Gary in training or the way they always made a point to do everything together. But when Ryan had stridden into the locker room one day after forgetting his jacket, he didn’t make a fuss; didn’t clear his throat, didn’t speak up, didn’t rush out, didn’t even grab his jacket. Gary had David pressed against the lockers, kissing him soundly. Ryan had just smiled and walked out calmly, knowing retrieving his jacket wasn’t important enough to ruin a moment between two of his very good friends.
And when David and Gary found out Ryan knew about them, they panicked much more than he did. Ryan just laughed it off and gave them his blessing. Two months later he found himself writhing amongst their bodies one night. One night turned into two, three, four... and somewhere along the way they lost count.
They fit - the three of them.
David lifts Gary’s legs, his mouth still on his cock - sucking deep but not hard because he is a tease like that - and places his feet flat against the felt. He snaps open the bottle of lubricant and warms a bit between his hands before bringing a finger to Gary’s entrance, tracing the outside lavishly.
“Da-vid.”
Ryan looks down as the name breaks against his lips. He should have known David would just get into it. So Ryan shuffles closer as he runs his fingers through David’s long hair, pressing him down further onto Gary’s cock. David’s eyes flicker up to his, his smirk stretched wide.
He pulls off a second later, leaving Gary’s erection shiny and wet and looking utterly obscene as it flops against his stomach. Ryan swoops in and wraps his hand around it immediately.
David fucks him with two fingers and Ryan tightens his grip on his cock.
“Fuck... bastards!”
This just earns Gary more treatment to his body that causes him to arch and moan. It’s not enough.
“David...”
And of course David knows exactly what he means with the single utterance of his name. He straightens and looks down at the bodies displayed out in front of him. Gary looks in such bliss and perfect against the green felt but David worries about his comfort.
“Should we move to a bed or at least get you a pillow or something?”
Gary all but growls. “Just. Fuck. Me. Now.”
“Did you miss his impatience?” Ryan laughs as he kisses Gary’s shoulder, still stroking him, now languidly to counter his point. Gary turns and bumps his chin against Ryan’s head though letting out a low moan at the same time. Ryan takes it as him wanting to kiss so he does - all tongue and teeth.
The kiss is body consuming, body consuming, mind consuming that Gary feels like he is going to explode, along with the hand on his cock, pulling him tight and slow. He’s so into himself that when David pulls his legs further apart and presses his cock into him, Gary chokes into Ryan’s mouth and arches into his hand.
Ryan inches a little closer, closing off the little space that between their bodies to reach for Gary’s hand and place it on his cock. Gary catches on and squeezes hard and as good as he is getting. Sliding his hips back and forth, Gary moans “faster, more” into Ryan’s mouth.
David barely hears it but gives him what he wants, Ryan too. David reaches for Ryan’s cock and entangles his fingers with Gary’s, attuning his strokes in time with his thrusts inside Gary.
It it - of course - Gary who comes first; the sensations of being fucked, being stroked, Ryan’s lips and the velvet felt of the snooker table proving to be too much. His body quakes and he bites down hard on Ryan’s mouth, knowing he will have to pay for the coppery taste that spreads on their lips later. David doesn’t let up however, just continues to fuck him through his orgasm and Ryan is there to see him through it as well.
“Fuck.”
Ryan’s hands and lips fall away from him but David’s cock remains inside, shallowly fucking him as Ryan sits up and kisses him hard and hungry. Gary watches them as he catches his breath before sitting up as well. He curls his other hand around David’s waist, stroking the damp tattoo covered skin. First he kisses the side of David’s ear then cheek before sliding his lips against the side of the two men’s. They tilt their heads and allow him to join in which he does so greedily even though he has come already.
“Come on, come on, come on.” Gary chants over and over again, pushing the words into Ryan’s and David’s mouths equally. He tightens his grip on Ryan’s cock and slides his hand that is on David’s hip down to cup his arse. Gary doesn’t even think about it when he slips his fingers in between his cheeks and presses against David’s entrance gently.
It is - however - the best decision he could have made.
David tightens his grip on Ryan and strokes hard when he comes because he wants Ryan to orgasm when he does. It’s only a few seconds after but Ryan comes hard into his and Gary’s hands and David inside Gary. The moment lasts long and if Gary was younger he knows he would be hard again from seeing David’s and Ryan’s mouths aligning so perfectly.
Sighing, Gary falls back against the felt (which isn’t soft at all but he’s too blissed out to care) and closes his eyes, his heart taking a little longer to calm down.
There’s a bit of shifting before a weight settles onto his chest. Gary doesn’t bother opening his eyes to find out who it is but it isn’t long before he finds out.
“You know, it would be better if we went upstairs where the bed is.”
Gary laughs as he wraps his arms around David. He pops open one eye, smirking, “Stop being so old, Giggsy.”