You slide the door shut behind you as quietly as you can, but it’s heavy and loud and you grimace as the clang echoes through the loft. It’s not that you think Brian might be asleep or anything, it’s just that since you unceremoniously moved in with him (only as a matter of circumstance, you remind yourself), you’ve been trying to watch your step. The last thing you want to do is encourage another yelling match like last Wednesday when he came home to find you listening to Moby and dancing around in his Prada-Gucci-whatever-the-fuck shirt.

You agree that sometimes your judgment can be less than stellar.

But once you’re inside, you smell the smoke and hear the music and you know that someone else is here with him. It’s okay, you’ve come to terms with the idea fact reality that Brian needs to wants to fuck more than just you, so you ignore them and drop your knapsack in the kitchen, poking in the fridge to see if there’s anything to eat. You’ve still got an hour or two left of Algebra homework to do tonight, but you’re hungry now, the pizza you and Daph shared at the diner a distant memory.

“Justin?” you hear his voice, heavy with lust and a little ragged, and the sound of it makes your heart jump into your throat. You let the fridge door drop closed and turn on your heel to stare in the direction of the bedroom. The pale outline of bodies is visible through the glass, and you stand still for moments, wondering if you really heard him call you or if you just imagined (hoped) you did. But then his voice echoes your name through the loft again and you kick off your shoes and take the few steps up to the bed.

At first you see ass – the trick’s – nice and round and firm and humping the sheets. And then you see Brian’s face – eyes at half-mast, lips curled into a smile, dick buried down the trick’s throat.

“Hey,” you say, face flushing at the sight, pants tightening at the crotch. You don’t know where to look – trick’s tight ass, Brian’s dick disappearing between his lips, the line of sweat slicking down Brian’s chest.

“Have fun tonight?” he says, his hand resting on the back of the trick’s head.

You nod quickly, eyes flicking across the bed, their bodies, everywhere. “Uh, yeah... um...” you think you know how to speak, but somehow words are kind of not coming out of your mouth right now.

“C’mere,” he says, motioning you towards him with outstretched fingers. You take one tentative step, then another, unsure of what he’s wanting or expecting… you kneel on the bed beside him, and his fingers wrap up behind your neck, twisting into the short hairs at the base of your skull and pulling you close.

You feel his stuttered breaths against your face, then he brings his lips to yours and kisses you, sucking at your breath as if he hadn’t enough of his own. You fall into the kiss readily, aware of the trick sucking his cock, of the presence of someone else in the room, knowing that there are possibilities here that you haven’t yet explored, haven’t barely imagined, but that you’re eager to discover. You want to find out what it’s like, what everything is like, and so you kiss Brian back and arch into his touch when he pushes his warm palm up your shirt, pressed against your skin and holding you on the bed, close to him.

The trick reaches over to you, puts his hand on your crotch, fingers gripping your dick through your jeans. You suck in a breath and feel Brian smiling against your face; know he’s aware of the touch, of your participation in this act.

Brian pulls at your t-shirt, frees your lips from his kiss for moments to pull the cotton over your head, then resumes the soft exploration of your mouth with his own as the button of your jeans is twisted open, the denim pushed down over your hips. You tug at your jeans and meet two hands there, Brian’s and the trick’s, and feel a little dizzy and light-headed. You know what has started and the anticipation and awareness that someone will be joining you and Brian tonight as you fuck – that you’re starting your first threesome – it’s a little overwhelming, and your stomach tightens and your mind races and then…

You’re exposed and naked on the bed, Brian’s mouth on yours. He pulls you closer to him and a hand grips your hip, twisting you on to your side and you feel warm breath, then soft lips and a tongue licking at the insides of your thighs, your balls, your pubes, your…

Oh…

Cock buried deep in the trick’s mouth, Brian’s fingers wrapped tightly around the back of your neck, holding you against his mouth… your body goes limp, you don’t know what to do with your hands, with your legs, with anything, and so you let Brian guide you where he wants you to be… hips angled so your cock slides down the trick’s throat, palm resting on his scalp, fingers twisting up in his hair, face pressed against Brian’s, his tongue fucking your mouth slowly.

It’s too soon that your breath starts to catch, that you feel the buzz in your spine and balls, and Brian knows, can feel it in your kiss, so he puts his hand over yours on the back of the trick’s head and slides his leg over your thigh to trap you between them, to push your hips in and closer and more… and between the cock sucking and the tongue fucking and the tight grip on your hip, it’s too much and you suck in one breath then another and another, each shorter than the last until you come, oh you come into the trick’s mouth, your face full of Brian, your cock wet and hot and pulsing, and it makes you shake as you feel the intensity of what you’ve done, as the four hands and two mouths take over your body.

The trick pulls off your dick and Brian releases you from his grip, pulling the trick to his mouth… you watch as the trick slides his tongue across Brian’s lips and into his mouth, sharing your come. It makes you hot watching them kiss and you stare for moments, slack jawed, wondering what you and Brian look like together when you make out at Babylon.

Brian pushes the trick down his chest to his dick, and you know what you want too, what you’re hungry for now, so you slide down the sheets till you’re face to face with dark curly pubes, and take the trick’s dick between your lips eagerly. His cock is hot and slick with pre-come and you coat him with your spit, filling your mouth with his taste, hearing his muffled groans, his throat filled with Brian’s cock. A hand on your head and you know it’s Brian guiding you and you feel connected to him through the trick, know that what you do to the trick will resonate through to Brian.

You take the trick near orgasm then back again, over and over, until you sense a shifting above you. You pull your mouth off his dick and Brian eases the trick onto his back then works his way around the bed to kneel behind you. He coaxes you to your knees, then presses on the nape of your neck, urging you back to the trick’s cock. You bury your face in his crotch again, then nearly choke as Brian’s thumb pushes into your hole. You weren’t expecting that, but Christ, it feels amazing, and you and relax and let him in… he thumb fucks you until you’re barely sucking the trick’s dick anymore, just holding him in your mouth and riding Brian’s thumb back and forth until it’s gone and you hear the tear of a wrapper and the pop of a cap and you know… oh God, you know…

You close your eyes and pull the trick’s dick deep into your mouth, pressing your palms into his hip bones and then you feel cock slipping around your hole, Brian’s firm hand on your shoulder and you breathe through your nose quickly, nearly hyperventilating with the anticipation until…

Pushed inside you, filling you and you groan and the trick pushes his hips up and his dick is in your throat and Brian’s dick is up your ass and you’re completed filled and being fucked – mouth and ass and it makes you feel so fucking hot and sexy and Brian’s hair tickles your back as he leans over you and licks at the corner of your ear and tells you that he’s gonna fuck you.

You want to cry yes, please, do, now, but your mouth is full of cock and all that comes out are deep, guttural moans – the trick feels the vibration and you taste his salty pre-come on your tongue, know he’s gonna shoot, but you can’t think about that, can only follow his hips as he writhes on the bed, can only let your body be pushed forward with every thrust inside you with Brian’s cock. You’re desperate to touch yourself, to stroke your cock to full arousal, to slick your fingers and wrap them tightly around yourself, to pull on your cock fast until you come.

The trick gasps louder, swearing under his breath, and his dick pulses in your mouth and you get ready to swallow… but then Brian’s hand moves from your shoulder to tighten in your hair and he pulls you off the trick, leaving your lips swollen and sore and mouth begging for more.

He brings your ear to his mouth, your back arched, ass still full of his cock, and it presses inside you at all sorts of different angles as he leans you back against his chest. He takes your hand in his and you can’t see what he puts in your palm, but recognize the shape, and when his warm breath brushes into your ear with the words, “Fuck him,” you feel a shiver down your back and nearly come.

He lets go of your hair and the trick knows what’s coming and rolls over to his stomach, ass in the air, and you can hardly look at him without fear of ending it all before it starts. Brian senses your hesitation and pulls out of your ass, leaving you feeling empty where moments before you felt too full.

He puts his hands on your shoulders, and lets you prepare yourself and the trick, letting go of you only once to hand you the lube, then returning his warm palms to your shoulders. You’ve fucked three other guys since you fucked your first in this bed, but it’s never been as hot as that first time, with Brian watching over you. You somehow know that this time will be even better than that; that you’ll never fuck anyone again without remembering how this time felt.

The condom is on and you slick yourself well with the lube, push two fingers inside the trick, then grip his hip and guide your cock to his hole. Brian’s hand leaves your shoulder and you feel familiar pressure on your own ass, and as you push inside the trick, Brian pushes back inside you and there’s the tight intensity of fucking and the satisfying fullness of being fucked and your heart triple thumps and you feel completely, utterly turned inside out.

Brian thrusts inside you and it forces you into the trick; he slides out and you drag your ass back with him, drawing out slowly. You can’t last like this, you know it, and too soon you feel near frantic, driving your dick forward into the trick, pushing back to fuck yourself on Brian’s cock, the trick’s fingers sweaty and gripping your thighs, Brian firmly gripping your shoulders, matching every second of your chaotic strokes with a deep thrust inside you, over and over until he presses his chest to your back and pushes you to lean over the trick, crushing your body between the two of you, suffocating you, stealing your breath and creating this intensity on your cock and ass that you’ve never, ever felt before… the trick comes, squeezing his ass on your dick and you can’t take it, can’t… and then you come and it’s almost too much, too good, so concentrated and focused and overpowering and then Brian comes inside you, pushing you over the edge and you black out a little, following the trick to the bed as he collapses beneath you. You can’t move, just lie prone and still and listening to the heaving breaths of the trick under your cheek, Brian’s gasps echoing in your other ear.

You’re paralyzed, but that’s okay… Brian gently pulls out of you and lifts you up, rolling you onto your back on the cool sheets. You strip off the condom, then cup your cock and get a bit of the shakes, the aftereffects of the intense orgasm still echoing through your muscles. You close your eyes and don’t open them for long minutes later, once the silence is restored to the loft, and the comforting familiar sense of being alone with Brian has returned.

You hear footsteps at the top of the stairs, a creak of the hardwood, the soft thump as Brian falls down on the bed beside you. The room is quiet save for your steady breathing, until your stomach breaks the silence with a groan.

Brian laughs and you open your eyes. “Hungry?” he asks and you nod, catching a glance at the clock.

“Shit,” you say, sitting up to look for your underwear. “I gotta finish my stupid Algebra homework before it gets too late. It's kicking my ass this semester and probably going to take all fucking night.”

Brian passes you your briefs from between the sheets, watching as you stand up and slip them on. You get your sweats from the drawer and feel his eyes on your back.

You turn to face him. “What?” you ask, feeling self-conscious. He shakes his head a little and gets up off the bed.

“Don’t worry. I can help,” he says, pulling on his jeans.

You scrunch up your face. “Help? What’re you going to do to help?”

“I have been to university, you know,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “In fact, I graduated with honors. I think I can handle fucking high school homework.”

“Yeah, I know but…” But you don’t know what. You like the idea of Brian helping you with your homework. He’s never even taken an interest in what you do at school, and this just seems… well, cool. You nod, “Yeah, that would be great.”

He heads into the kitchen as you finish pulling on your socks, watching him from the corner of your eye. People underestimate Brian – they don’t know him, not like you do. You like that you know him better than anyone else.

You spread your books out on the kitchen counter and stuff a fork into the heaping bowl of reheated Pad Thai Brian pushes towards you, watching as he sticks his fork into your bowl and stabs a piece of tofu.

“What?” he says, mouth full of tofu.

You shake your head quickly. “Nothing,” you say and spin noodles around your fork. “Just… well, thanks.”

He nods and drops his fork in the sink. “Okay, let’s get this fucking Algebra done,” he says, and you bite your lips hard to keep from letting the smile out, eager to discover whatever surprises he might have in store for you next.