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“You can’t- I don’t like the way you are around him,” Izzy’s saying, a little drunk, as he trails after Ed around the kitchen. “You get all- too big for yourself. You’re not you.”
“I am myself around him,” Ed says, surveying the mess from the party in his inebriated state, and getting quite annoyed with Izzy now. “You just wouldn’t understand, Iz. We’ve known each other way longer than you’ve known me.”
“But… it’s not like he knows you any better than I do.”
Ed turns suddenly and backs Izzy into the wall. “You’re weirdly jealous about this. I’m not your fucking boyfriend, Izzy.”
Izzy goes red in the face, especially with Ed in such close proximity. “I- I didn’t say you were.”
“Then forgive me for having other friends,” Ed spits. Then he staggers back from the wall and begins towards the door.
“What, so you’re just going to ignore me now like you’ve been doing for the entire evening?” Izzy says with a thick tongue.
Edward turns. “I wouldn’t be ignoring you if you weren’t so tight-assed! Just chill the fuck out, man. Smoke some weed, you might be a bit more bearable.”
Izzy is silent for a moment. Then he explodes, “Fine! Fucking fine! I’ll smoke some weed and then maybe I’ll be cool enough for you and Jack!”
He storms out of the empty kitchen, past Ed, head spinning, to the equally deserted living room. The party is over now, and Izzy doesn’t know why he isn’t just going home. It’s not like they want him here anyway. But something in his gut turns at the thought of leaving Ed and Jack alone together in an empty house. So what if he’s jealous? He and Ed fool around sometimes. Often when they’re drunk, sometimes even when they’re not (and Izzy can’t believe his luck). But he wasn’t the first. Jack was the first. Ed’s first. They both maintain that they’re straight - Ed maybe less so - but what college student doesn’t get desperate?
And yes, Ed is still desperate because he can’t seem to get a girl for the life of him. So far his sexual adventures have been limited to Jack and Izzy. He’s practically a virgin, but Izzy really doesn’t have a foot to stand on with that argument. And Izzy knows, once Jack’s in the picture - cooler, fitter, more experienced - Izzy doesn’t stand a chance.
By the time Ed emerges in the doorway, Izzy’s already down on the sofa next to Jack with a blunt between his lips. He coughs like he’s dying when he inhales; for a second he thinks he might be. But then Jack’s taking the blunt off him and whacking him on the back and saying, “There you go, Iggy.”
“M’names Izzy,” he manages, but he’s sure Jack doesn’t care or isn’t listening.
When Izzy’s blurred vision clears from the tears in his eyes, Ed is staring down at him from the doorway with crossed arms. Izzy feels a little woozy staring up at him.
“Ah, Ed!” Jack says, “you got him to loosen up? Good man.”
“Yeah, he wanted to.” Ed doesn’t smile.
“Well, princess,” Jack says and Izzy’s vaguely aware that he’s talking to him, “we can always shotgun if you don’t wanna have another choking fit.”
“What’s shotgun?” Izzy hears himself ask and then his face is being grabbed and turned towards Jack.
Jack brings the blunt to his lips and then he’s pressing his mouth close to Izzy’s and Izzy’s mouth is being opened and smoke is breathed in.
“Inhale,” Ed’s voice comes from somewhere to his left and Izzy inhales the smoke.
“Oh, it’s much easier like that,” Izzy feels his mouth say, and Jack's lips, still close, laugh.
Izzy feels himself swaying a little and then Jack's arm is around him, holding him up while his face moves away.
“You always love it, don’t you Ed?” Jack is asking. “C’mere,” he beckons.
The next thing Izzy knows, Ed is in Jack’s lap, laughing as their lips get closer and closer and smoke fills the gap between them. Ed stretches like a cat in Jack’s lap and Izzy hates to see how relaxed he is around him.
Ed seems to worship Jack, Izzy thinks for the millionth time from his position against Jack’s shoulder. He doesn’t remember leaning on him but he’s ended up here now and he suddenly feels too heavy to move.
“Again?” Ed asks, sounding a little too desperate again, and they’re exchanging smoke again. This time, Jack leans forward too far and their mouths slide together. It’s worship alright. Izzy wishes Ed would worship him the way Izzy wants to worship Ed…
And then they’re kissing, Ed in Jack’s lap, and Izzy curled against Jack’s body, watching them, unable to move. He feels so out of it. And wasted and loose and angry and jealous and wet. Oh fuck.
When Jack pulls back, Ed’s eyes are giant and adoring and melted. Izzy stares daggers at them both.
But then Jack’s turning to face him. “Oh, your little friend’s jealous, Ed. Don’t worry princess, you get a kiss too.”
Jack’s lips are on his before Izzy can even think. His eyes go wide and then Jack’s tongue is inside his mouth and, fuck, he’s good at this. He makes Izzy melt too, right into his body; Jack’s hand is on his back, guiding him. Izzy kisses back with confused need. Need to get back at Ed. Need to get in on whatever there is between the two of them. Need to just be kissed, to lose all that control and anger for a moment.
He’s breathless when Jack’s lips leave his.
“Fuck, princess, you needed that, huh? You want more?” Jack teases.
Izzy does want more. Wants more Ed. Wants more Jack - he can see now why Ed is so obsessed with him. For all his pervy, slimy, sometimes just frankly weird moves Izzy’s watched him pull on various people at parties, he does actually live up to his own boasting. He can see why Ed would get caught up with a guy like Jack when they were younger. Izzy reckons if he’d had the opportunity, he would’ve too.
His eyes flicker to Ed now; he’s watching them in a strange, aroused horror. Jack sees the exchange of glances.
“Oh, you wanna make out with him?” Jack chuckles and Izzy blushes up to his hairline. He sees colour rise on Ed’s cheeks too and for a moment Ed looks like he’d rather get up and walk out.
But fuck it, Izzy thinks, and he grabs Ed with all his strength - which isn’t a lot - and crashes their lips together. And while Ed is probably seething, he kisses back.
This isn’t all Izzy’s ever wanted, but it’s close to it. They make out a lot when Ed’s feeling needy or lonely. But something about this is so much better. All Izzy’s senses are heightened and he can feel his arousal begging to be released, to be touched.
“You two are a fucking treat,” Jack says from above them. “I got lucky to have two pretty boys on my lap, huh?”
Izzy squirms at his words, feeling possibly more aroused than he ever has in his life. To make matters worse or possibly better (definitely better), the noise he makes into Ed’s mouth when he feels both of their hands on him is embarrassing.
Ed pulls away, both hands still on Izzy’s chest. “Fuck,” he says breathlessly. “That was fucking hot.”
“I’m fucking hard,” Jack says, reminding them of his presence. The world has not melted away to Ed and Izzy, Jack is still very much there and being a dick. “Ed get me out of these jeans.”
Ed obeys and scrambles to pull Jack’s cock out. Izzy can’t help but stare. It’s big. Bigger than Ed’s. Izzy wonders if it will even fit inside him. It’s something he and Ed have never done, partly because it would be a little too gay, and partly because Izzy wants to crawl inside himself at the thought of something inside his cunt.
But he’s suddenly shaking with the need to take Jack’s cock inside him.
“You look just about to burst, babygirl,” Jack says, a hand slinking to stroke over Izzy’s clothed cock and a humiliating moan leaves his mouth at both the treatment and the nickname. “Fuck, Ed, off me,” Jack orders. “Strip yourself, come on. Iggy-“
“-Izzy,” Ed says.
“-Whatever. Let’s get you out of those clothes, eh?”
Izzy feels fucking limp now, feels malleable. He lets Jack pull his shirt off and get his trousers undone.
He hazily glances at Ed who is now naked from the waist down; the only thing left on him is that cropped purple shirt which Izzy can’t get enough of. He’s seen Ed like this before, but never like this.
“Stand up… There we go,” Jack pushes Izzy to his wobbly feet. Ed steadies him and Izzy gulps.
Ed leans in and kisses him. Fuck. Fucking fuck. Ed whispers, “You don’t have to do this.”
Izzy nods, words escaping him, and pulls down his trousers and steps out of them.
He’s naked. He’s naked in Jack’s house with two men staring at him, eyeing him up like they’re about to eat him. He truly never felt so vulnerable in his life. It’s fucking hot.
“God, your ass is perfect, baby,” Jack says, giving Izzy’s backside a squeeze. Izzy thinks he sees Ed’s eyes flare up with jealousy - as if he’s been told that by Jack before. Izzy will gladly let him get his revenge. “Mmh, come here, hands and knees, that’s it. I need to fuck you.”
“Not my… My ass, please, Jack,” Izzy pants in a moment of panic.
“Alright, don’t get in a tizzy, Izzy,” Jack laughs and digs his fingers into Izzy’s hips, positioning him. “I got you. As long as I get to fuck that tight little ass of yours…”
Somewhere in Izzy’s mind, he thinks ‘I’m not such a tight-ass now, Ed’ but he can hardly remember why. He’s on all fours on the sofa and there’s a lubed up finger - with lube from god knows where - pressing into his hole.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight, isn’t it, Ed?” Jack says and Izzy’s suddenly aware that his friend is watching another man finger him. He clenches helplessly around Jack’s finger. Jack continues, making him whine, “What a gorgous fucking hole. Prettier than any girls’ I’ve fucked.”
Izzy’s forearms nearly buckle and then Jack adds another finger which does not help his situation at all.
More wet noises begin to emanate from behind him and Izzy manages to turn his head to see Ed on his knees between Jack’s knees. Izzy’s stomach lurches with arousal. He can’t cum from this, but the noises Ed and Jack - and himself, he forgets - are making…
It’s after a third finger is added to Izzy’s ass that Jack says, “Fuck. Stop or you’ll make me cum. I forgot you give fucking great head. He ever suck you off, Izzy? Fuck, you’re incredible,” he says all at once, one hand in Ed’s hair, and Ed is on his knees panting and starry eyed like a puppy.
Izzy can’t get the image out of his head of Ed with his mouth on Izzy’s cock and he almost cums. “Please. Please ,” he whines, feeling pathetic, but he’s never not felt pathetic around Ed and Jack.
Jack laughs and pulls out his fingers. “Okay, okay, I’ll fuck you.”
And then Izzy’s muffling himself in the cushions as Jack pushes his cock into Izzy’s hole.
“Fuck. So tight. So fucking good, babygirl. You want Ed to fuck your face?”
Of course it’s a question nobody gets to answer. Ed is in front of Izzy in seconds and Izzy is drooling at just the thought of getting his mouth on his cock. Ed pumps his cock a few times and Izzy can’t peel his eyes away. Slowly, he guides it towards Izzy’s mouth, two fingers on Izzy’s jaw.
He’s not very good, Izzy thinks, because he’s never done this before he’s getting ruthlessly fucked from behind. But Ed is moaning and Izzy is crying and it all feels so good.
Ed’s hand remains on his jaw, guiding him, and one hand comes to rest in his hair, petting him. There are also two hands on his hips, digging into his waist and Izzy’s never felt so perfectly enveloped in his life.
“Fuck, your ass feels amazing. I can’t imagine what that virgin cunt feels like- Ed you’ve gotta have a go after me,” Jack moans, making Izzy almost choke around Ed’s cock. And then Jack is panting and he says, “Oh fuck,” and his hips stutter and he cums inside Izzy.
Slowly, he pulls out and Izzy feels empty and wet. He hasn’t cum yet and he’s desperate to. Ed slides his cock out too and Izzy breathes for a minute.
A finger glides across his stretched hole, playing with his dripping rim. “Fuck that’s hot,” Jack slurs. “I’m going to bed.”
He staggers out of the room, still naked. Ed pulls Izzy up by his arms and looks into his eyes. Izzy could cry (more than he has been).
But then Ed says, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Izzy gulps and nods. “Please, Ed.”
They’ve never done this before. But Izzy’s already open and wet from Jack’s cock and Ed slides in perfectly behind him, making Izzy gasp. Ed is actually inside him. Oh fuck.
He holds Izzy up again and fucks him down on his cock, mouthing at his shoulder. Izzy feels his head loll with pleasure. “Good thing I told you to loosen up,” he whispers over Izzy’s shoulder and a breathless laugh escapes his lips.
“Fuck, Ed,” Izzy moans helplessly.
Ed winds a hand around his cock and rubs Izzy off while he fucks him and Izzy feels like his mind is going to explode. He’s definitely sobbing now.
“Aw, Iz, don’t cry. I’ve got you,” Ed laughs. Then his voice goes low and he says, “You feel good. We should’ve done this before.”
Izzy goes taut, cumming hard. All over Jack’s sofa, his body failing on him. All over Ed’s hand, which won’t stop fucking sliding around over his cock.
“Shit, Izzy. Fuck,” Ed groans and then he’s cumming too, inside Izzy.
They both collapse into each other. Ed’s cock slips out of him and Izzy moans weakly.
“You… came inside me,” is the only thing Izzy can say.
“What are friends for, eh?” Ed laughs and holds Izzy close to his chest.
“Fuck you, Ed,” Izzy whispers, happily defeated.