Preliminary Sketches
Zephyr and JT hung side by side, suspended by their wrists, bound in sexy leather restraints, hanging over the precipice. The evil leather daddy (name pending, they never could agree on names for new characters) had kidnapped them both as bait to lure in Rage, and it had worked.
“Who will you choose, Rage?” the evil leather daddy asked, laughing and pointing to the two helpless bodies of his friends. “There is only time to save one of them!”
“Don’t worry about me! Save JT!” Zephyr yelled.
The evil leather daddy laughed as Rage pointed at him, glaring. “You won’t get away with this!”
JT screamed as the rope holding his bindings began to snap. “Rage!”
“There’s not much time left, Rage. You’ll have to decide! Who is more important to you?! Your sidekick or your twink?!”
“And that’s where Rage swoops out to save JT, and Zephyr plummets,” Michael said, pointing at the sketches Justin was quickly drawing as they talked.
Justin blinked and looked up at Michael, frowning. “I think he’d save Zephyr, first. It makes more sense. Then Zephyr can help him save JT.” He was pretty sure that was how it would go, although right now thinking clearly was a little hard. They’d smoked a LOT of pot over the last two hours.
Michael sighed and shook his head, shifting closer to Justin on the white shag rug, and pointed to the preliminary panels. “He’d save JT.”
“But Zephyr can’t fly in the restraints,” Justin said, frowning at him. “They take away all his powers.”
“Which is why it’s a good cliffhanger,” Michael said. “The next issue could be about how Zephyr got away.”
Justin frowned and looked back at the sketches. “But that’s not how it would happen.”
Michael cocked his head and looked at Justin, confused. “What?”
“Rage would save Zephyr first,” Justin said. And it was true, wasn’t it? He would.
Michael rolled his eyes. “Justin,” he started to say.
“No,” Justin said, cutting him off. “Rage would save Zephyr first. It makes more sense.”
“But that’s not the point,” Michael argued. “Rage is supposed to be acting on instinct and emotion here.”
“He’d still save Zephyr first,” Justin mumbled, rolling onto his back. Justin knew the truth. He would. Brian- …er… RAGE cared about JT, he loved JT, but Zephyr was his side-kick. Zephyr was the one that knew him best. Zephyr was the most important person in the world to Rage.
Michael rolled onto his side, staring at Justin sadly. “No. He wouldn’t.”
Justin turned his head to face Michael and then grinned. “Well, knowing Rage, he’d just save whoever looked hotter in the leather restraints.” He felt himself giggle at the thought.
Michael laughed and nodded. “Yeah. So it would have to be JT.”
Justin smirked, eyeing Michael. They’d been working on this issue for the past two hours, and they were almost done with the script and the basic outline. He reached for the joint they’d lit a moment before and sighed when he realized they’d already smoked it all. “No, Zephyr would look pretty hot in them, too.”
Michael flushed and blinked a few times. “What?”
Justin felt himself slowly smile. “Well, he would.” And it was true. Justin could just see Michael- er… Zephyr all done up in leather. It would be hot. It would be really hot.
Michael blushed a darker shade of red and shook his head. “NO way. You’d be way hotter than me.”
Justin laughed and punched Michael’s shoulder. “You mean JT.” Michael was so cute.
Michael groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Right. Right. JT.”
Justin smirked, and shoved Michael, rolling him back onto his side so they were facing each other. “You think I’d be hot. You said it. You think I’m hot,” Justin said in a sing-song voice, teasing him.
Michael’s face was bright red. “I didn’t… mean it that way!”
“Yes you did,” Justin said, giggling. “You think I’m hot! You said so!”
Michael groaned and tried to bury his face in his arms again, but Justin was on him in a second, rolling him onto his back and straddling him, tickling his sides. “Admit it!”
Michael laughed and tried to shove Justin off, but Justin caught his wrists in his hands and pinned them down.
Suddenly, Justin realized that Michael really was sort of… cute. And hot. His eyes were a dark chocolate-brown, and his lips looked so soft… he wondered if they felt as soft as they looked.
“Just-“ Michael started to say, but he was cut off when Justin’s lips met his own.
For an instant, they both froze, and then instinct took over. Michael slid his right hand around Justin’s neck, pulling him closer, and rested his other hand on Justin’s hip. Justin’s lips pressed firmer against Michael’s and his tongue slowly slid into Michael’s mouth. Michael moaned softly in the back of his throat and kissed back with everything he had, and Justin felt himself get hard.
And then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Michael dropped his hand and Justin yanked back, and they stared into each other’s eyes, panting. Michael was flushed, and Justin could feel Michael’s erection pressing against his ass as he straddled him.
Michael’s lips had been soft, alright. They’d been so soft, and as high as Justin was, it was almost impossible to resist kissing him again.
So he didn’t.
When their lips met again, Michael gripped Justin’s hair with one hand, and Justin clung to the front of Michael’s shirt. They moaned, kissing hungrily, and Justin savored the tingling sensations that Michael’s lips and tongue were sending down his spine. Michael tasted like cinnamon. Justin wondered distantly if the rest of Michael tasted like that, too. He slid a hand down Michael’s side slowly, trying to find any expose patch of skin he might touch.
Michael moaned into the kiss again, and arched against Justin, and Justin felt Michael’s cock through his pants, grinding against his ass. But no, ohhhh no, that was not how this was going to go.
Justin jerked away, pinning Michael’s chest down with one hand, and shifted down his body, kneeling between Michael’s legs. Then he used his free hand to grab the bulge in Michael’s pants, and nudged the bulge in his own against Michael’s ass.
That was all it took to make Michael moan loudly, arch his back, and start to pant.
Fuck, Michael was hot. Justin leaned back over him, grinding himself against Michael’s ass, and began to kiss him again. That warm, spicy yet sweet cinnamon taste was irresistible, and it made the inside of his currently hyper-sensitive mouth tingle. He had to have more. He had to have…
“What the FUCK is this?!”
Justin froze, one hand under Michael’s shirt, the other spreading his legs, their tongues intertwined, and felt his heart begin to race.
Brian was home.
Michael shoved Justin off of himself and scooted quickly on his ass away from him. His eyes were wide, and although he was flushed from all their kissing, he was rapidly becoming paler and paler.
Justin looked up, frozen in place, and met Brian’s gaze. This was it. He was going to die. Brian was going to kill him. Why had he been so stupid?! Why was he kissing Michael?! Sure, they weren’t monogamous yet, they’d decided to wait another year before trying it, but… this was Michael.
Brian’s eyes were dark as he stared down at Justin, and then slowly shifted his gaze to Michael.
“B-Brian… its’ not-“ Michael tried to say, but Brian was already on top of him, jerking him to his feet by the front of his shirt.
“What the FUCK do you think you were doing?!” Brian growled in Michael’s face.
Justin watched, eyes wide, heart racing, and tried to think of something – anything – that would make this better. Something that would make this okay. But there wasn’t anything. There wasn’t a damn thing.
“Brian,” Justin heard himself say softly.
Brian jerked his head towards Justin and narrowed his eyes. They were dark, almost brown like they were whenever he was really mad, and his muscles were tensed and the tank top he was wearing just accentuated it. And then Justin could smell it… testosterone. Lust. Dominance. Brian smelled like sex.
Licking his lips, Justin slowly rose to his feet and approached Brian, and rested a hand on the one Brian was using to grip Michael’s shit. “Brian,” Justin said softly. “Don’t.”
Brian slowly loosened his grip, giving Justin a wary look. “What the fuck were you doing?”
Justin pointed to the empty baggy that had once contained pot, hoping that would explain, and was relieved to see Brian relax a little more. “We weren’t thinking clearly.”
Brian dropped his hand and glared at Justin, and then at Michael. “So you smoked all my shit and then what, decided to fuck?!”
Michael winced, taking a quick step back. “I… I didn’t… fuck, Brian, I’m really sorry! I just… we were talking about the comic, and…”
“And we were talking about which of us would look hotter in leather… see?” Justin snatched up the last page of sketches to show Brian. “JT and Zephyr get kidnapped and tied up, and we were talking about which of us would be hotter!”
Brian’s gaze shifted over the page, and then back to Justin’s eyes. “You’d be hotter.”
Justin felt himself slowly smile, and he rested a hand on Brian’s chest. He could feel Brian’s heart racing. Had he actually been…
“Are you jealous?” Justin asked softly.
Brian winced and shifted his gaze away from Justin. “I don’t get fucking jealous.”
“You were,” Justin said softly, stepping closer to Brian, so close that he could feel his body heat. “Brian… there’s nothing to be jealous of.”
“Y-yeah! It was just… it was a mistake! We weren’t really going to-“ Michael started to say nervously, but Brian cut him off.
“Then explain the fucking bulge in your pants, Michael!” Brian snapped.
Michael winced visibly. “Uh-“
“Shh,” Justin whispered softly, touching Brian’s face. “Brian.”
Brian looked back at Justin, breathing hard.
He really was jealous.
Fuck, that was hot.
Justin pressed his lips to Brian’s ear, breathing on it as he spoke, and slid his hand down Brian’s chest and stomach, towards his crotch. “You think it’s hot.”
Justin could feel Brian’s heart racing, and when he rested his hand on the crotch of Brian’s jeans, he could feel how hard his cock was. Brian had thought it was hot.
“You love watching me fuck people,” Justin purred against Brian’s ear. “And you think Michael’s hot…”
Brian was breathing hard and fast now. “What the fuck are you suggesting?”
“Mmm,” Justin purred against his ear again, and then looked back at Michael. “And we both think you’re hot…”
Michael hesitated, and then nodded. “Uh… y-yeah…” His eyes were bloodshot. He was completely stoned. Justin didn’t give a fuck. Brian was hard, and that was all he cared about at the moment.
“Just once,” Justin whispered against Brian’s cheek, placing a hot, wet kiss there. “Watch this…”
Brian didn’t move when Justin pulled away and approached Michael again. Brian didn’t move when Justin put his hand on Michael’s shoulder and pulled him into another hot, wet kiss. But when Michael moaned, and Justin rested his other hand on Michael’s ass, Brian sat heavily on the sofa, and unzipped his pants.
Maybe this was hot. Maybe this was really, really fucking hot.
Justin smirked against Michael’s lips and nipped at him before tugging away enough to jerk Michael’s t-shirt off of him. He eyed Michael’s bare chest hungrily, sliding his hands down it, and then tugged off his own shirt.
Michael was panting now, and lightly touched Justin’s chest, sliding his hands over it slowly, admiring his pale skin.
Justin’s smirk widened as he unbuttoned his own pants, letting them fall. Then he rested a hand on Michael’s shoulder, and pushed him to his knees.
Distantly, Michael knew that he shouldn’t be doing this. There were a hundred and one good reasons not to suck Justin off. But when he fell to his knees and saw Justin’s shockingly large cock in front of his face, he couldn’t help himself. The tip of Justin’s dick glistened with pre-come, and Michael found himself licking it off before he could even think.
Justin fisted a hand in Michael’s hair and pushed him closer to his cock, and soon Michael’s lips were around it, and the dark-haired man was sucking on Justin’s dick eagerly, moaning softly around it.
Justin turned his head to make eye contact with Brian, lips parted, eyes half-shut, and Brian stared back. Michael was good. Michael was fucking good. With each bob of his head, his tongue flicked over the tip, sending small shudders down Justin’s spine.
Watching Justin get sucked off was always hot. It was so hot that Brian found himself unzipping his pants and reaching into them, pulling out his own cock, already hard and throbbing, and began to stroke himself slowly.
Justin felt himself laugh softly, low in his chest, and he yanked on Michael’s hair, pulling him back.
Michael’s lips glistened with saliva and pre-come from Justin’s dick, and he licked them, looking up at Justin with dark, questioning eyes.
“You’re good at that. Why don’t you show Brian?” Justin said. It was only fair that Brian feel this, too. And then Justin had plans of his own for Brian’s cock.
Michael’s eyes widened almost comically large, and he jerked his head towards Brian. It was as if he’d forgotten his friend was there.
Brian just smirked at Justin, and then looked at Michael. “C’mon, Mikey. Show me what you’ve got.”
Michael was scrambling over to Brian, and then kneeling between Brian’s legs as quickly as he could. This was it. This was the chance he’d been waiting his entire life for, and he wasn’t going to waste it. Tossing aside all common sense, logical thought, and foreboding in his gut, Michael wrapped a hand around Brian’s cock, and began to lick.
Brian inhaled sharply when Michael’s tongue began to eagerly lap at his dick, and he rested a hand on the back of Michael’s neck, tugging him forward, all the while resting his eyes on Justin.
Justin stood back, stroking himself slowly, and watched at Michael took Brian’s dick into his mouth and began to suck. It was possibly the most eager, lustful blowjob Justin had ever witnessed. And it made him hard.
Distantly, he knew that if he wasn’t so high he would be jealous. He knew that he should be jealous. And yet… Brian’s gaze wasn’t on Michael’s head, bobbing in his crotch, sucking and licking hungrily at his dick. He wasn’t looking at Michael. He was looking at Justin. And that just made Justin hotter.
Brian groaned softly and rested his head back against the back of the sofa, and shifted, tightening his grip on Michael’s neck. He was close. Justin could see how close he was.
And then it happened. Michael moaned, taking as much of Brian’s cock into his mouth as he could, and Brian gasped sharply, and Justin knew he’d come.
Time froze for an instant, and then Michael was lifting his head, licking his lips, which were red and glistening. He was panting, and he reached down to unzip his own pants, revealing his own hard, red, swollen cock. He was moments away from coming, just from sucking Brian off.
But Brian grabbed Michael’s wrist and shook his head slowly. “No, no, Mikey. We’re not done with you yet.” Brian’s gaze lifted to Justin’s, and he smirked wickedly. “Show me more.”
Justin swallowed hard and approached Michael, and Brian pulled a condom from under the sofa cushions, where he always kept a few in case of an… emergency, and handed it to Justin.
Kneeling behind Michael, Justin helped him tug down his own pants to his knees, and then placed a hot, wet kiss on the back of Michael’s neck. “Relax,” Justin murmured.
Michael glanced over his shoulder at Justin with wide eyes, and then let out another moan when he saw Justin open the condom with his teeth, like Brian always did, and slipped it onto himself. “Justin-“
“Shhhh,” Justin whispered. “Just relax.”
Michael was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but he couldn’t pull his gaze from Justin’s face. Those usually innocent-looking light blue eyes were suddenly dark, and he couldn’t look away. He felt trapped, on his knees before his best friend, Brian’s come still coating the inside of his mouth, and his best friend’s lover kneeling behind him, about to thrust into his ass. He knew he should stop here. He knew this was a bad idea. But something in those dark, fucking beautiful blue eyes told him to relax, to trust him, to spread his legs a little further and just let it happen. So he did.
Justin smirked when Michael ducked his head and spread his legs, and he pressed the tip of his sheathed cock to Michael’s hole. His dick was throbbing, and he could barely keep himself from thrusting in hard, and fast. Michael was hot. Michael was all soft curves and perfect, small hips, and dark, curly hair. Michael was cute. Michael was going to get the fuck of his life.
“Do it,” Brian ordered, his voice low and tense. His cock was already hard again, and he gripped Michael’s shoulders, holding him in place.
Michael lifted his head to stare into Brian’s eyes, and then he felt it.
Justin was pushing into him. Justin’s pale hands were gripping Michael’s hips, and his too-large-for-his-size-cock was pushing its way slowly into Michael’s hot, tight ass.
Michael threw his head back and moaned. It felt… fuck, it felt so good. The pot was making everything even more sensitive, and Justin was slow, and careful, and the condom was lubricated just enough to make it easy to slide deep, deep inside him without much resistance.
Brian ducked his head and pressed his lips to Michael’s ear. “While he fucks you… I’m going to fuck him.”
Michael just moaned in response, and shuddered, when Brian kissed him once, sucking on his lower lip and tasting himself in Michael’s mouth. Then Brian was standing, and stepping around Michael, and Michael felt Justin finally sink completely into him, and they froze.
Justin panted hard, watching Brian circle him, eyes dark. He stayed still, buried completely within Michael’s tight, hot ass, and felt it as Brian spread him. He heard the condom wrapper tear. He felt Brian’s breath on the back of his neck. And then he felt the pressure and sting of Brian’s cock entering him.
Justin shuddered, his entire body tingling and on fire. Michael was tight, almost painfully tight around him, and Brian thrust into him in one smooth motion. Brian knew his body. Brian knew how to fill him up fast, without any preparation, and how to make it hot instead of painful. And Brian knew what part of Justin’s neck to suck on, right where it was easiest to feel his pulse, and he knew how hard to grip Justin’s hips, and he knew exactly what angle to fuck Justin at to rub against Justin’s prostate. And he was doing all of those things.
Justin let out a low moan, and then they began to move.
Brian was rough, pulling out almost completely, and letting Justin pull out of Michael, and then he would thrust in hard, forcing Justin back into Michael.
Michael’s hands had a white-knuckle grip on the sofa cushions, and he was panting. It felt like bolts of electricity were shooting through him with each thrust. Justin’s cock was huge, and perfectly shaped, and he knew exactly how to use it.
And Justin was moaning, and panting, as Brian took over. Brian chose the pace. Brian gripped Justin’s hips tightly enough to bruise, and was leaving hot, wet kisses all over Justin’s neck and shoulders. And Brian was fucking Justin harder, and faster, until Justin’s cock was being thrust into Michael’s ass faster, and harder, and faster, until it was just in, in, in, in, and Brian’s cock filled Justin’s ass at the same time.
There was no sound in the loft except skin on skin, and panting, and moaning.
And then Michael lifted his head, and in the reflection of a discarded glass that had been tossed, empty, onto the sofa, he could see the warped reflection of the men behind him, Justin’s head thrown back as he fucked Michael, and Brian’s eyes dark and narrowed, thrusting into Justin.
And then Michael came.
He felt it in his back, and his thighs, and then it went to his prostate, and then his balls, and then it was all over. He moaned, practically screaming, and threw his head back, clawing at the sofa as his ass clenched down and his dick throbbed.
Justin gasped loudly and shuddered as Michael tightened around him, and Brian hummed softly against Justin’s neck.
“Do it, Sunshine. Come now,” Brian whispered.
Justin gasped loudly, and moaned, and felt his entire body stiffen. His fingers dug into Michael’s hips, and he came hard, his vision blurring, white light blinding him.
And then he felt it… Brian’s breath quickened, and his teeth sunk into the nape of Justin’s neck and he sucked hard on that spot as he thrust in once more, hard, forcing Justin’s softening cock further into Michael’s ass. And then Justin felt it… heat filling the condom… Brian coming inside him.
The three men kneeled there, panting, bodies slick with sweat, for a full minute. Then Brian slowly pulled out of Justin, wrapping an arm around his waist, and tugged the condom off and tossed it aside.
Justin shuddered, feeling his body go limp in Brian’s arms, and he pulled out of Michael, tossing his condom into the wastebasket with Brian’s.
Michael collapsed, his torso resting on the sofa, and moaned low in his chest, as Brian sat back, pulling Justin with him.
Justin was dizzy, and his entire body hummed. His dick twitched now and then with the remainders of his orgasm, and his ass felt warm and stretched and wonderful, like it always did after Brian fucked him.
Brian nuzzled Justin’s neck and hummed against it, pleased.
Michael lifted his head and slowly turned, sitting on the carpet, leaning against the sofa. “I… the sofa… it’s kind of messy now…”
Brian lifted his head and saw the mess Michael had made against the side of the couch, and laughed shortly. “Not the first time.”
Michael was breathing hard, and then slowly shut his eyes. “Can I… use your… shower?”
Brian nodded, and nuzzled his face into Justin’s neck. “Go ahead.”
Michael lifted himself up off the shag carpet and walked slowly, minding his sore ass, up the steps to the bathroom. He knew he was going to have to deal with this later, but right now… right now his entire body hummed and buzzed and tingled and he couldn’t think of a single reason to regret what they’d just done.
Justin snuggled back against Brian, and they slowly lay down, collapsing onto the shag carpet.
“Did you like that?” Justin whispered, pressing his body back against Brian’s.
Brian tightened his arm around Justin’s waist and pressed his face into Justin’s hair. “Mmm. It was hot.”
Justin sighed happily, and intertwined his fingers with Brian’s.
“But if I ever catch him touching you again…” Brian started.
Justin giggled. “You’ll fuck us?”
Brian growled, low in his chest. “This was a one-time thing, Sunshine. If I ever see him touching you again, I’ll kick his tight little ass.”
Justin felt a shudder go down his spine and he grinned. He loved when Brian got protective and jealous, and it didn’t happen very often. “Mmmm…”
“Understand?” Brian asked, nipping at Justin’s ear.
Justin giggled, still dizzy and high from the pot. “Zephyr was right. Rage does like JT better.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Brian asked, nibbling on Justin’s neck.
“Mmm… but Rage should look out, if he doesn’t want JT fucking Zephyr again,” Justin said, giggling more. “Zephyr is pretty hot, and JT likes to get to top sometimes.”
Brian snorted and smacked Justin sharply on the ass. “Then Rage will roll over a little more often.”
Justin purred softly and felt himself drift to sleep. This was definitely a win/win situation.