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Maybe it’s the second bite finally hitting him or maybe it’s just his dick, but either way, Boston stays his tongue.
Nick’s being awkward and overly-pushy about someone else’s relationship for once, so Boston uses the arm around him to pull him a little closer and lick the top of his ear – get that attention back where it belongs.
With a happy-laugh, Nick stops talking about Sand and Ray.
Sand and Ray do not stop looking at each other with that… gooey-stupid… thing in their eyes.
He could fuck that to pieces so easily – he laughs.
“What’s funny,” Nick says, pushing himself up into a slightly-more-seated position – not a surprise he’s such a lightweight he can’t hold himself upright, but the weight and heat draped across him aren’t the worst.
Boston shrugs with the free shoulder.
Not taking that, Nick frowns, “What’s funny, tell me…”
He presses a kiss to Nick’s temple.
To shut him up, or whatever, get him out of the way of the plan that’s just deposited itself, shining and beautiful into Boston’s head.
Interrupting the kissy-face across from him, Boston calls, “Aren’t you going to fuck him?”
Three heads turn to him.
Oh, is he the only guy they’re listening to? The only one with an idea? That’s normal.
Boston still smirks as he makes eye contact with an annoyed-looking, less-mussed-than-Ray Sand.
“You’re putting on a show like that,” he adds, keeping the eye contact and making his own eyes say why don’t we- in a way Sand’s got to remember, got to recognise, “Don’t tell me you won’t let us watch the rest.”
That gets a response from the other two.
Nick’s is vocal but wordless – the little “um” he tends to default to if he doesn’t get time to think, and Boston kisses him on the head again without breaking eye contact with Sand.
Ray’s response is an offended, exasperated glare.
He thinks it’s a joke, probably.
Sand doesn’t.
Breathing in, he leans back even more casually, letting his legs sprawl.
It doesn’t dislodge Nick, who’s quiet again. Sand is watching, and he’s clearly considering, before he eventually breaks eye contact.
“I could go for it,” he tells Ray, quiet-but-not-private.
Ray blinks.
Nick squirms, displeased; Boston strokes his chest and he goes still again.
Sounding off-guard, like he does when Boston reminds him that he and Mew know, Ray says, “What, now?”
He doesn’t sound like he’s against it – Sand sees it too, and that kind of annoys Boston but whatever, Sand and Ray are whispering together now and he can’t quite hear but they’re smiling at each other in the way that Mew smiles at Top and Mew thinks Top smiles back-
They’re fucking, tonight, and that’s really why all this is happening.
He wanted to go up with Nick because Nick can be fun and he’d definitely be more fun than a naïve nearly-virgin and a guy who’s pretending he’s into that, now, that he’s all reformed from having good sex and a good time, and then he’d seen Sand’s stash and thought, that’s even better, because Mew’s even more uptight about drugs than he is about fucking.
Ray and Sand also aren’t virgins.
“Ton,” murmurs Nick.
Lazily, he asks, “Yeah?”
“Is a foursome a good idea? He’s my roommate, and Ray’s your friend, and-“ Nick’s cute.
Sometimes.
He’s not, like, into cute – but still, Nick can sometimes be cute.
Boston snorts and says, “Hey, they stay over there and we stay over here and it’s not even a foursome,” because sometimes Nick gets all weird about it, and he can’t let him freak out at least until the fucking starts.
Oh, shit – while Nick had him distracted, Sand must have convinced Ray.
He’s got the back of Ray’s head clasped in one hand, and Sand’s clearly controlling the whole thing but Ray’s absolutely letting him, hands keeping a weirdly-light grip on the sides of Sand’s shirt like he’s scared Sand will notice he’s holding him.
Not exactly what he’d expect of Ray’s real taste – he’s into this guy, but this isn’t at all how he kissed Mew.
Boston will keep that thought for some other time; Nick’s squirming again.
Casual, not committed to it, Boston uses the arm that’s still around Nick but has migrated, somehow, from his shoulder to his waist, and he reaches under Nick’s shirt to start rubbing his chest and hip.
Nick hums, and Boston decides a handjob’ll probably keep him quiet.
Slow – he doesn’t want to get distracted again.
Considering the main event, again, he rolls his eyes and asks, “You’re just going to jerk him off?”
Poor, sad Ray – he’s desperate for it all, and Sand’s barely doing more than Boston-
Well, no, he’s just about eating Ray’s face, holding his head in place and making sure he’s got no room to leave if he even wanted to, but still – if he jerks Ray off, this is ending quickly.
“Man,” Sand says, really fucking annoyed now, and Boston has to grin at the way Ray’s blinking at the sudden absence of the face against his, “Would you shut up?”
He feels Nick giggle.
So he squeezes his dick in retaliation, hard and with nails – Nick giggles again, of course.
Freak.
Boston shakes his head and says, “How about some action, Sand. Or did the weed stop you from getting it up? That’s a shame-“
“-Ton, shut the fuck up,” Ray interrupts, like he’s belatedly got a handle on the conversation.
Is he just high, or is he that far into Sand’s mediocre handjobs?
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I knew you two were gonna play teenagers in the locker room-“
Pissing Sand off wasn’t getting results, but pissing Ray off works well.
Nick hums appreciatively as Ray climbs into Sand’s lap and starts kissing him harder, actually taking initiative for the first time.
Fuck, what even happened when him and Mew fucked, huh?
If you’re a virgin and I’m a loser, who’s driving the car, Boston thinks, and then he laughs out loud.
Making a noise, Nick reminds him that he’s got a dick in his hand – shit, maybe two edibles in five minutes was too much, he never forgets there’s a dick in his hand – but he can’t do anything about that before another interruption comes.
“What’s so funny, Ton,” Ray challenges him.
Without getting off Sand’s lap, of course, he’s just broken out of the kiss to turn and glare at Boston.
Boston raises an eyebrow back and starts stroking Nick’s dick again; Ray’s eyes go to his hand, so he knows he’s taken notice.
Opening his mouth like he’s about to call Boston out – for hypocrisy, or whatever, he doesn’t give a shit – Ray fails to notice Sand moving.
He sits up, doesn’t dislodge Ray from his lap but does make him nearly fall, and he grabs the back of Ray’s head again and says, “Hey.”
That stops Ray in his tracks, and Boston realises that this can be very, very funny.
As long as he keeps track of what he finds out.
Nick is warm across his chest, but he probably won’t give a shit – Boston can convince him not to give a shit, anyway – so with his free hand, he feels across the chair next to him, wondering where-
There.
His phone.
He picks it up and keeps watching as – he rolls his eyes – Ray lets his arms go limp and actually whines at Sand, wordlessly.
Sand, who is way far gone and definitely doesn’t know he’s a rebound, smiles all warm, so much Boston can see it over Ray’s shoulder as he starts peeling Ray’s jacket over his shoulders and drops it, immediately forgotten.
With one hand, Boston speeds up his strokes a little, keeps Nick distracted as with the other he opens the camera app.
As Sand pulls Ray’s shirt off, Ray giggles something Boston can’t quite make out.
He grunts in annoyance, and Nick reads his mind.
Laughter in his voice, still, Nick turns his head where it rests on Boston – eyes closed in pleasure, thank fuck – and tells him in an undertone, “He said Sand’s getting better at that.”
“Like it’s a high-level skill?” Boston replies, incredulous.
Nick grins.
Boston meets his eyes and makes sure to keep the gaze so Nick’s eyes don’t wander, puts a little more thought into the speed and strength of his stroke and makes sure to seek-
With a shudder, Nick closes his eyes.
Time to slow down again – Nick whines at him this time, and he’s sweating more, but Nick can take it.
When Boston looks back, Sand’s pushing Ray’s trousers down, no longer on his lap.
Ray’s shirt is off, and his hands are kind of scrabbling at Sand’s shirt, but not like he’s actually trying to get it off – more like he’s asking permission to.
He smirks when he sees Sand shake his head and take Ray’s wrists in his hands.
How did Boston not know how much Ray liked to be bossed around, huh? Useful knowledge is always useful.
So Ray’s on his back, now, craning his neck to stare at Sand, and it definitely looks like he’s forgotten there’s anyone else here, eyes dark and lidded and focused as his hands stay obediently by his sides.
It’s fair of him to stare, Boston will actually allow.
Sand looks pretty hot, actually, as he finally pulls Ray’s underwear partly off – enough to free his cock, not to free his legs – and strokes a possessive hand over the tattoo on Ray’s hip.
The ink and the skin give way a little, moving with his thumb because Ray’s never cared about body-fat percentage the way Boston and even fucking Mew do, and Sand kisses it with an open mouth, maybe even-
Yeah, the way Ray just gasped says that was a bite.
Boston nods in appreciation and squeezes Nick too hard again, for fun.
Responsive as ever, Nick groans against him and turns his head into Boston’s collar; he decides to be nice.
It’s easy enough to make Nick cum, now, they’ve seen each other often enough that Boston can keep watching the main show as he strokes Nick fast and hard, the way he likes, and he doesn’t even look at Nick while he pants into Boston’s collar.
The noises are nice, and he’s always liked the way Nick likes, sometimes, to muffle his own mouth with Boston’s body.
Sand eventually gets bored of the tattoo, seems like, and he braces himself on the inch of chair that Ray’s not lying on with one hand, brings himself so he’s positioned all the way over Ray.
Fuck, he’s barely done anything other than manhandle Ray and boss him around, and Ray’s panting like he’s already getting really fucked. If Boston had known he was that easy to take apart, he’d have done this years ago… but maybe it’s down to Sand.
It’ll be much fucking funnier if it’s down to Sand.
Sand says something to Ray, and he can’t make it out and Nick’s clearly too distracted, tiny whining pants against Boston’s side now but there’s always listening to the audio later, it’s fine, and whatever Sand said has Ray kissing his neck messily, bringing one hand up to balance himself and bring Sand in towards him.
It looks like Sand’s back to jerking Ray off, but Boston’s got enough material already that he won’t complain.
Nick’s nearly there, so he leans down and kisses the side of his head and pushes him over the brink, bites his ear at the same moment that-
“Fuck, Ton, fuck.”
When he pulls his hand out of Nick’s pants, it’s sticky.
He wipes it on Nick and taps his side.
“Hm,” Nick blinks up, eyes wide, and then says, “Can I suck you off?”
“Yeah,” Boston laughs, because why would he turn that down?
And the scramble to get to the floor and get Boston’s fly undone and cock out means Nick’s so distracted he doesn’t seem to notice the phone at all.
Sand and Ray are-
Oh shit, it’s interesting again, because Ray’s holding on tight, now, and Sand’s stopped jerking him off to-
“Uh,” Boston’s focus is broken by Nick’s mouth, for a second.
He blinks rapidly and looks down at Nick; huh, deepthroating right off, he must be worked up.
Anyway, Sand was fingering Ray but now he’s positioning himself, and Boston might have missed him pulling his dick out but he doesn’t miss the moment Sand pushes it in and Ray makes a really embarrassing whine that Sand’s neck doesn’t muffle at all.
Breakfast is going to be so funny.
Sand seems to like it too, for different reasons, and he grabs Ray’s chin this time when he leans in to kiss him, pushing his head back against the chair as he bites Ray’s lip so hard Boston’ll be surprised if there’s no blood.
The warmth around his cock recedes suddenly.
Voice a little raw, Nick complains, “Ton, why aren’t you- hey!”
His eyes are on the phone.
Fuck.
Thinking a little slowly, but carefully, he finishes the recording and switches over to a random other app.
Nick’s eyes are accusing as he grabs Boston’s wrist and pulls it over to him.
“Pace to speed conversion,” he reads slowly.
Boston’s dick feels weird – exposed and hard and with nobody paying attention to it. Doesn’t happen often.
He shrugs, casual, and says, “Yeah, my health app records running by pace automatically but you know I like to keep track of my top speeds.”
“While I was sucking your cock?”
Aww, Nick’s actually upset.
Boston coos, “Aww, I’m sorry. There, you keep the phone, I’ll pay attention now, okay?”
Nick glares at him.
Belated, so belated, he realises as Nick puts the phone in his own pocket that fuck, Boston answered him out loud earlier. He’s going to have to mute the video and scrub all evidence of its audio before he can use it for anything.
Nothing he can do now, so he strokes Nick’s hair and smiles at him in the charming way that gets the shy ones naked.
Nick isn’t one of the shy ones, but sometimes he pretends.
“I’m sorry, I just got distracted,” Boston tells him, wearing the same smile.
Looking upset and determined, Nick gives him a final glare, then turns back to his cock.
Boston hisses as Nick takes him down his throat – the brush of his teeth was definitely deliberate, and it’s half that and half Nick’s neediness that gets Boston panting.
He looks back over the table and makes eye contact with Ray, whose eyes look hazy now.
Whatever judgement he might have been trying to make doesn’t come – Sand pushes Ray’s face forcibly away from Boston and back towards himself.
Boston grabs the hair at the back of Nick’s head, because he’s good but Boston needs him to be faster.
He doesn’t need to guide Nick for him to get the hint, and he speeds up, works up and down Boston’s cock, all heat and pressure-
Fuck, Nick’s always a good lay.
Boston lets his head fall back, and he doesn’t close his eyes but what was he trying to watch anyway-
He can’t stop the grunt when Nick stops, suddenly, Boston all the way in his throat.
Slowly, Nick pulls all the way back, and Boston knows he’s making a fist because fuck, okay, Nick’s so good at-
Teasing.
“Motherfucker,” he says after the third excruciatingly slow bob. “Nick.”
Which was the magic word, and Nick pulls off only far enough to get his hand around Boston’s base, really squeeze as he licks all the way up, and Boston can’t hold it anymore.
“Fuck.”
When he opens his eyes, he sees Nick waiting – as they make eye contact, Nick swallows, pointed.
Boston grins at him, and Nick smiles back, lips pressed together like when he’s really pleased, and the lips still have just a little cum at the corner so there’s evidence that Boston’s really pleased too.
He wipes at the corner of Nick’s mouth, feeling kind of fond.
Tucking himself away, he feels Nick settle back against him, lying on him even more than before. He pushes at Nick’s shoulder.
“Am I your fucking mattress?”
Nick giggles, and they don’t move.
He only closes his eyes for a second before hearing Nick say, “Wow, they’re still going, huh.”
It doesn’t feel as urgent anymore but he checks and-
Yeah, Sand’s fucking Ray slowly, and he’s got Ray’s wrists both trapped in one hand now, while the other-
“Your boyfriend’s mean to you, Ray,” he calls over lazily.
Ray, being edged to within an inch of his life, whines back wordlessly, and Boston laughs at the droplet that had looked like sweat but, now, seems more like a tear. Maybe Sand is good for his friend.
Shame about the situation.
He reaches over casually, and-
“Getting hard again?” he asks Nick.
Boston feels the nod more than he sees it, and he hums.
Nick eventually follows it up with, “My room, now?”
Yeah, sure, why not.
When he gets to the kitchen, Nick’s still fucking unconscious – he always ends up practically comatose if he cums more than three times in a night.
Boston’s smug about it, of course, even if it makes it even harder to peel their sweaty skin apart.
At least he fucking tries to do that – he sneers when he sees them.
Sand’s frying something, which is probably what woke Boston up in the first place – it smells pretty good.
And, of course, Ray’s glued to his back, chin hooked over his shoulder.
“We’re friends,” Boston remembers.
He walks over and looks at the plates – aww, only two, he’s crashing a date, but each has a couple of sausages and a boiled egg in a cute little holder that has to be Sand’s, no way would Nick buy something like that.
“Hey,” he nods.
Ray backs away from Sand like, that second, as if Boston hasn’t seen him like that already.
He smirks at Ray, who makes a face back, and Sand misses the whole interplay as he hands Ray one plate and says, “Yeah, we’ve got some cereal and- there’s loads of shit in the cupboards, take whatever.”
Boston looks over at Ray and takes a sausage from the plate he’s holding.
“Dickhead, that’s mine,” Ray complains, but he’s shaking his head – laughing it off.
Boston follows them over to the table and says, “Sure,” takes a bite and adds, “Speaking of that, everyone got laid last night.”
They both look at him like he’s a moron.
“I mean everyone,” he adds.
Ray’s face freezes.
Yeah, he’s got it. But Sand still looks like he’s a step behind – he knows of the others, knows their names, but Boston’s now fucking certain he doesn’t know about the whole thing, as he looks over at Ray’s distress in obvious, delicious concern, and Boston can definitely work that into the 'daddy' shit he's going to drop into every conversation he has from now until the end of time.
He looks back at Ray and says, “Mew gave it up to Top last night. At least you have a consolation prize, right?”