𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙷 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷

        the pungent tobacco smoke loomed throughout their garage-turned-loft, the windows covering all daylight leaving the place with a warm, dingy ambience. there was a pit settling into his stomach — while the idea wasn’t at all foreign to brooks, submitting his body to strangers to make a shiny penny, there was always an underlying anxiety. not that things could go wrong, but for brooks, it was never empowering. it was a means to an end. not that he didn’t enjoy it in the moment, when pleasure outweighs overthinking, brooks could become a naturally thirsty cumdump. it’s the set-up, it’s his conscious nibbling at the back of his skull. all of that gets swept away with the same wave of declan’s wrist, guiding the messy haired boy onto the couch (that may or may not be stolen). he does as such, making note the positioning of his phone. he swallows the saliva building up in the back of his throat and gets into a comfortable position leaning against the slender muscular torso of his partner-in-crime and apparently, pimp. he’ll take the cigarette from declan’s lips and grace his own with a drag of sweet, sweet tobacco. a greedy smile covers his face as he gives it back to declan. wearing only a tank top and loose sweatpants that fall off of his ass, he’s camera ready. he tugs at declan’s waistband and bites his lip. ❛ vip you say? ❜

GAIA   ⸺   ❛ okay, I’m so gonna pretend that you did not just slick-diss my fashion taste. ❜ gaia knew how the it-boy of the group phrased certain words to keep them from being as blatant as they really should have been, but the context was still there. while the artist was definitely a bit more attracted to bolder colors and unique designs, he wasn’t going around wearing fruit hats and clothes made from inanimate objects like the stereotypical best friend on disney sit-coms. but he didn’t mind; if anything, he was pretty used to holden’s sporadic need to create iconic outfits on the dime. hell, he’s even come up with some very killer outfits for the whole group at times. but gaia knew why they all-of-a-suddenly wanted to raid their closet. it was the massive elephant in the room … that night hasn’t given any of the four a moment’s rest. it was silently eating the artist’s good conscience up. regardless, it’d probably be for the best if they just focused on the party ( not that holden was gonna let it be any other way. ) ❛ veto power just means I say no until you convince me to say yes. ❜ they tease, putting away the big bowl of chips to the side and leaping off their bed to lead holden into his nice-size closet. 

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BRYCE WOULD have liked to smack Diego. How could anyone be so blind? Did Diego care so little? Had he maybe noticed and just decided to pretend he hadn’t? His boyfriend was lucky they were in public, because otherwise Bryce would have already made a scene. Actually, Diego should be doing things like this with him, in fact, they shouldn’t be able to keep their hands to themselves. Yes, Diego was a nice person and he does what Bryce told him but maybe that was the point. He doesn’t do much if Bryce doesn’t tell him what to do. With an almost annoyed and unhappy expression on his face, Bryce looked after his boyfriend before turning his attention back to the older brother. Val was completely different. Maybe it was the age? He didn’t take any shit from Bryce and that impressed the younger one.

Bryce clicked his tongue as he exhaled shakily. “Somehow I was hoping he’d notice something, yeah. Your brother is a good man, don’t get me wrong.” He couldn’t explain what was going through his mind and as soon as Valentino described his behavior just before his orgasm Bryce immediately fell silent. He sucked in an audible breath and lowered his eyes while Val paid. His knees were still shaking and he could feel his hole still contracting erratically. Slowly he lifted his gaze again while watching Valentino. Slowly his gaze traveled between the man’s legs with clear desire in his dark eyes. With one hand, Bryce propped himself up on the table. “I don’t think you’d carry me if I said no now, would you?” The young man rose from his chair with a wry grin. Without hesitation, Bryce walked up to the other and wrapped both arms around Val’s arm. “But you could help a poor headache-ridden boy a little. That would be sweet.” Bryce said the headache thing a little louder in case some curious guests were still watching them. Once more Bryce looked around, then leaned over to Val’s ear. “I’m going to thank you very properly, like a good boy does. I’ve been such a good boy for you, I think I deserve a little treat and your cock is my favorite dessert.”

ONE OF the many things that set the brothers apart is their willingness or ability to take charge. Diego has always been comfortable in going with the flow and following the path that’s been laid out for him. Valentino on the other hand has not. He liked taking matters into his own hands and sometimes that meant doing things that a respectful or law abiding citizen wouldn’t. Messing around with his brother’s boyfriend wouldn’t have landed him in jail, but participating in sexual activities in public definitely would have. Yet he didn’t have a care in the world. Another thing that he was confident in was the fact that people could be bought. Regular folks, the restaurant staff, law enforcement, they all had their price and as long as it meant he could continue touching Bryce, he had no problem paying it. 

“Evan—” It’s the first thing that rolls of her tongue when she feels his hand on her thigh. No, no one is here. She’d purposely made sure they’d come at a time where typically no one showed up. Granted, getting involved with an inmate was probably the last thing she should be doing; if her dad knew what she’d been up to after she left home instead of going to church on Sundays like he wanted her to, he’d have her head… And she doesn’t think she means that figuratively either. “We can’t go in there”. She grabs his hand, moves it away from his thigh. “We’d get in so much trouble.” She has to wonder why she brought him here, after she’d met up with him when he was released on parole she had a pretty good idea of what Evan wanted, but she was infatuated with him, even with all the dirty and depraved things he made her do while he was in jail — or maybe that’s why she was so infatuated in the first place. She’d only dated good church boys. Evan was… everything but that. “It’s not private anyone can walk in there”. 

There never seemed to be an end of tension involved in their friend group, but Spencer very rarely allowed it to get him down. Or, well, just viewed half of the tension as beneath him which probably only made it worse but self reflection was not something on his mind in that moment. A brief snort of amusement escaping before he could help it at Holden’s remark on the couch, but quickly lifting his hips to try and assist in getting his pants off. Better to be in as little as possible considering how warm he was. “Yeah, but we’re a mess you care about, and then that… Messes mess.” A vague gesture of his hand was about all he could manage, until he caught horacio’s comment. Something that, well, provoked him in to reaching his hand up for the other’s neck and tugging him down o his level. “Nope, you’re all good.” Little drunk. Just a little. Enough to let some of his tension ebb away.

At least the group took turns on who was getting into the drinks more and more at every gathering. This time Holden was left giggling at the amount of times that he heard the word mess. He even rolled his eyes and he folded Spencer’s pants and placed them on top of the chair. “Your parents would have our heads if they saw you now.” Horácio nodded a bit at Holden’s comment, even if his neck was being held by the other. “Now how exactly are you going to let the tension ebb away?” He moved his hand down to rest on the bed so that he could support himself up. Then his lips hovered dangerously closed to Spencer’s. “I doubt you can even wind down.” Holden walked back to the pair and placed his hand on Horácio’s back. “Careful H, you know how competitive he can be and if you tell him he can’t do something, we might not ever be able to sleep.”

Zeke is right. He’s barely touched him and he’s already practically begging for it, hard and dripping precum and with such anticipation in his eyes Dante looks cock hungry. He moans pleasantly when Zeke spits on his hole, muffled by the gag, but once he yanks it out of his mouth, Dante rolls into heavy panting. “Fuck, so good.” He doesn’t have a choice when he’s tossed around and manhandled, but judging by the dazed smile on his face, Dante welcomes the rough treatment. In another circumstance where he didn’t know Zeke was about to throat fuck him until tears rolled down his cheeks and his face was covered in his own drool, then he would’ve probably spread his legs for him, presenting for his taking. This time, he obliges, and he scoots back just a little to put his head exactly where Zeke wants it. “Fuck, you’re so fucking big, daddy. Make me choke on it. I want it in my throat ” Even in this position he can tell, and he keeps his eyes on it, following it around with his gaze. His lips part first, and the closer Zeke gets, the wider he opens his mouth, until he’s sticking his tongue out and leaning back to chase it, trying to put it in his mouth. 

THE ORGASM had been so intense that Bryce’s whole body was shaking. He didn’t know where to put himself. He bit his tongue so hard that it hurt. His world was spinning and for a brief moment, it was as if he was seeing stars before his eyes. Even though Bryce had always been in full control of the situation and especially Diego, at that moment he was completely helpless. He didn’t even notice how he whimpered Valentino’s name. Those fingers on his prostate and the thumb pressing against his taint, it was all too much for the young man. Even if his sex life with Diego was good, it couldn’t compare to what Valentino was offering him. Without a sound, Bryce gasped as soon as the older man removed his fingers from him. Still, his hole contracted irregularly. Only from a distance did he hear what Valentino was saying and gave an affirmative hum. What else could he do or say? Slowly Bryce turned his head to the side as he felt Valentino’s finger slide over his palm. His eyes widened even more when he saw Val sucking on his cum-covered finger.

Bryce swallowed hard and shook in his seat again. He moved back a little, took his napkin and began to clean his hand. Only when his hand was reasonably clean did he put the napkin aside and quickly zipped up his pants again. Luckily, he still caught what Valentino was saying about putting Bryce to bed. “Yeah, don’t worry about it, Diego,” Bryce said quickly. With his dark eyes, Bryce looked up as Diego rose and walked over to him to give him a kiss on the lips. Fortunately, he had put his clothes back on properly. And as Valentino had predicted, Diego was slow on the uptake. The two said their goodbyes and Bryce looked after his boyfriend before looking back at Valentino. “That was a damn close one. Do you know that?! Shit. I can’t believe he didn’t notice.”

BEFORE THAT evening Valentino could safely assume who was the one that had most of the control in terms of the couple. That wasn’t going to change anytime soon, but at least he felt a little vindicated that he was able to take the power back from Bryce. Having Diego sitting right across from them, the off chance that either he or one of the many guests and works could catch them, it was too fun to pass up. A part of him was a little disappointed that his brother didn’t notice anything while they all said their goodbyes. Oh well, he’d have to choose a later date to ruin things in between them. Val just nodded and gave Diego’s hand a firm shake before the man rushed off to handle some business. Then he was able to put his full attention on the main event of the evening, the man that had just reached his first orgasm with his hand pleasing him. Even though they were no long tagging along with Diego, there were still other people that could see them and they had to be careful. Yet all Val could think about was having his way with the younger man again, using him up till he was begging to cum. 

Maximillian chuckled at the other’s retort about people being boring, he didn’t correct him or disagree but he did playfully pinch his thigh in response and perhaps nip at his earlobe a little - mostly to see if he could get the boy’s eyes to flutter beautifully like he knew they could. “Mm, so you think you’ll be finding out about it because it’s true? Well, well. Glad you’re so on board already - I look forward you to seeing it too” He hummed, smirk on his lips as his hand idly brushing down the younger man’s side and across his thigh. A teasing, soft touch that was more fleeting than anything.

“Mm, well perhaps if it goes to both of our heads we’ll balance each other out” He chuckled and kissed his neck again, looking to see if there was a particular spot that would make his eyes flutter especially or breath hitched. And that’s exactly what he got - those beautiful eyes fluttering from his kiss alone and what a sight that was. Humming as he felt that impatient tug on his shirt and allowed himself to be pulled closer, though making sure his knee was wedged between Benjamin’s thighs to allow the teasing to continue. 

“So willing to give all your attention now? Here I thought you were a free young man” He smirked, noses brushing together. “But I admit if given the chance I’ll happily steal your attention away…though it doesn’t have to be all of it” He hummed, smirk growing and mischief in his eyes. “After all…perhaps we’ll find a pretty man we both want to share from time to time. All ours” He whispered against Benjamin’s lips. “Would you like that darling?”

Being touched like that in the lobby of his father’s hotel was exhilarating to say the least. As much as he didn’t want to give Maximillian too much power right away, he couldn’t necessarily help it. He came onto the man because there was an attraction there in the first place, it’d be idiotic to act coy now. “Either I’ll find out about it or I’ll still have my fun in the mean time, it’s a win win situation my dear.” He had to take in a deep breath when the touches went down to his thigh. Gosh, he wanted to have his way with the other right then and there. 

“A push and pull never hurt anyone. When your ego is full I’ll be the one to bring you down. Otherwise who knows what havoc we’re going to cause this city if both of our heads are big at the same time.“ His eyes fluttered again when his neck was kissed. Benjamin moved his head ever so slightly, turning and stretching it out to give Maximillian more access. At the same time his free hand moved down the side of the other’s body and then back over the curve of his ass. With their new position he was able to let his hands wander even more. 

Ben spread his legs to let Max sink in more comfortable. The hand that had clutched his shirt was now flat as it roamed over his chest. “The good thing about being free is that I can choose how I’m going to occupy my time.” The hand on the chest traveled up to wrap around Maximillian’s neck, keeping him close as he nipped the man’s bottom lip. “Between the two of us I just think we’ll need an obedient man, a nice and willing slut to worship us.” Benjamin slowly licked his lips, wondering where he was going to whisk Max away to in order to have some fun since the conversation was driving his body wild.