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End note: There you have it. I noticed (way too late to do anything about it) that I spelled Greta's name wrong in Saoirse's first post. Also, I don't know if I ever made that clear here but Saoirse and Greta are together, hence her other post. I know I've like sorta hinted to it but I don't remember if I've ever proper said it. Now you know at least.

“Hey man, I’m Nick!”

Timmy grabbed the hand held out to him in a handshake, looking over the man in front of him and very much understanding why Armie sometimes still had sex with him. The man was tall, not as tall as Armie (few people were), but taller than Timmy himself. He had dark brown hair, strong eyebrows and a nice smile. 

“Hey, I’m Timmy.”

Nick turned around after pointing to where they could leave their shoes as well as Timmy’s backpack, mostly for Timmy and not Armie he was sure, and headed further into his apartment. Toeing off his shoes and setting down his backpack Timmy nervously shoved his hands in his pockets. Armie stepping close and placing a grounding hand on his hip shooed some of the nerves away, and he leant his head back against Armie’s shoulder for a second in appreciation. 

“Come on, baby, they don’t bite.” There was humor in Armie’s voice as he walked Timmy forward, into the living space and the group of people waiting there. 

Several shouts and greetings of Armie’s name met them as they stepped in, the group making a lot of noise for being just a few people. There were two guys and two girls seated and standing around Nick’s living room, most of them holding some form of drink in their hand as music was playing just loud enough that you could lose yourself in it if you wanted but you didn’t have to yell to be heard. A tiny brown haired woman walked up towards them and grabbed a hold of Armie’s shirt, pulling him down towards her so she could place a kiss on his cheek in greeting. She then turned towards Timmy and did the same to him, placing her hand on his shoulders as he straightened up again and looked him over with a critical eye. 

Timmy stood there and met her eyes for a second before she smiled big at him and turned towards Armie. “He’s cute, I approve.” 

Armie tossed his head back in laughter, stepping up close to Timmy and pressing a kiss on his scalp. “Although I don’t need your approval, I happen to agree. Timmy, this lovely woman is Alicia, Alicia this is Timmy.”

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Timmy said with an awkward wave, considering she was still touching him. 

“I work with Armie and Nicky,” she continued, looping her arm through his and leading him towards the couch. “Someone has to keep those two in line.” With that she turned a knowing smirk back towards Armie where he was following behind them. 

“Hey now, you telling tales, Vikander?” Nick’s voice came before the man himself as he came out of what was probably a kitchen, two closed beers in one hand and an open one in the other, coming down from his mouth. He stepped up to them and offered the unopened beers to Armie, who accepted them easily. He gestured with them to Timmy, asking without words if he wanted one, and Timmy gave him a gracious nod from where Alicia had sat him on the sofa.

Armie smiled warmly at him and popped open both bottles before handing one to Timmy and walking around the couch to stand behind him. 

Taking a sip of his cold beer and enjoying the refreshing feeling of cold liquid down his throat he looked around the living room. Sitting down beside him after grabbing her own drink Alicia recaptured his attention when she started talking.

“Alright, so introductions. You’ve met Nicky, nice guy, this one-” she said, pointing with her bottle to the sofa across from them, “is Ashton Ramsey, next to him is his wife Jackie and next to her again is Ashton’s brother Tyler.” They all nodded or raised their drinks in recognition as Alicia introduced them, and Timmy gave them all an awkward wave and nod in greeting. “Tyler went to school with Armie and Nick, so they know Ash through Tyler.” Tyler gave a smile at that. “And this is Timmy, what’s your last name?” She asked as she turned to look at hip, catching him in taking a sip. “Chalamet,” Timmy managed to say after he hurriedly swallowed.

“Ooh, fancy,” Alicia said before turning back to the other couch. “Yeah, Timmy Chalamet.”

“How do you know Armie?” came from Tyler on the other side of the table. 

Timmy turned red, not quite knowing how to explain him and Armie, and he opened his mouth just to close it after no words came out. “Uhm,” he mumbled, fiddling with the label on his beer before he closed his eyes with a sigh as he felt Armie’s hand curling through his hair from where he was standing behind him with Nick. 

“We’re new… acquaintances? Friends?” The voice sent shivers through him and Timmy bent his head backwards to look up at Armie as he spoke. “Maybe more? Boyfriends? Hm, sounds so juvenile, doesn’t it, baby?” Armie smiled down at Timmy. “I don’t know, I quite like the sound of boyfriends,” Timmy whispered back, eyes filled with warmth and fondness. Armie’s smile widened and he bent down and placed a gentle, indulgent kiss on Timmy's lips. “Then boyfriends it is,” he muttered against his lips before he stood back up, turning back to his conversation with Nick, though his hand continued to gently run through Timmy’s hair. 

Smiling, Timmy turned back to the rest of the group. “Yeah, boyfriends, I guess.”

“Wow, never thought I’d see Armie Hammer with a proper boyfriend,” Ashton said with a teasing grin. “How’d you meet?”

“Oh, uhm,” and the blush was back. “We literally bumped into each other on the subway,” Timmy said, figuring that was true and safe enough for polite company. “One thing led to another and well, here we are,” he finished with a shrug. 

“Aw, that’s so sweet, an actual meet-cute,” cooed Jackie from where she was sitting under Ashton’s arm. “Armie, how come you never told us?” She asked, raising her voice and disrupting Armie from his chat with Nick. “How come I never told you what?” he asked back at her and was apparently finished talking with Nick as he walked around the couch again and sat down beside Timmy, placing the hand not holding his rapidly emptying beer on the younger’s thigh. 

“How you and Timmy met, of course!”

Armie looked at her, eyes wide and mid-sip, before he looked to a still blushing Timmy who was softly shaking his head. He looked back at Jackie, lowering the bottle. 

“Well, I didn’t really think it was a topic fit for polite conversation for one, also we literally met yesterday.”

“What?!” 

Timmy lowered his head into his hands and prayed to a God he didn’t really believe in to let the floor open up beneath him. Alas, maybe he should have prayed to a deity he actually believed in, because nothing came to save him.

“Yeah, after I left here last night, he pretty much landed in my lap on the subway and who am I to say no to a young hot ass rubbing up against my-” 

“Oh-okay, that’s enough of that!” Timmy said loudly as he slapped his palm over Armie’s mouth to get him to stop talking. He was pretty sure his face was redder than a god damned tomato right then, and he didn’t dare to look at any of the people sitting on the other couch right then as the silence reigned for a second before laughs and shouts of disbelief erupted from them. Something wet and slimy touched his palm and he ripped it away with a yelp of disgust before glaring at Armie’s grinning face. “You’re a child,” he chided and wiped his palm on his jeans before turning and burying his face in Armie’s shoulder, bouncing a little as Armie shook with his laughter.

“Okay, no, really, please explain this to us,” came from his other side as Alicia got the others to quiet down. Timmy just gave a whine in response, burrowing into Armie’s side as he raised his arm to put it around him. 

“What’s there to explain?” Armie said with a laugh still coloring his voice. “We met on the subway last night, we got a little frisky there- ow, baby!” he yelped as Timmy bit him on his chest. “I took him home-” he got interrupted again, although not by Timmy this time.

“Home, home? Like to your apartment? You never do that!” Nick exclaimed, getting nods from the others as well. 

Armie smiled. “Yeah, I think I was ass-notized, like hypnotized but by- ow! Stop that!” Timmy had bitten him again. 

“Anyway, we had some more fun, he stayed the night and then we had breakfast and some more fun this morning,” Timmy blushed at that, remembering both the breakfast and their lovely intimate conversation and what happened after, “had a nap, went out to eat and now we’re here.” He finished with a shrug followed by draining the last of his beer. 

“So you, Armie Hammer, commitment-phobe number one,” Nick said, pointing at Armie from where he was standing behind the couch Tyler, Jackie and Ashton were sitting on, “and you, Timmy Chalamet was it?” he asked rhetorically, “jailbait deluxe-” “Hey now!” Armie cut in with a sharp look towards Nick who ignored him and continued on, “went from strangers to boyfriends in under 24 hours?” he finished with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest and looking between the two of them.

Armie looked down at where Timmy was still sorta hiding in his chest, cheeks red and hair tangled from Armie’s own fingers, and smiled softly before looking back up at Nick and meeting his best friend’s gaze. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said softly, looking back down as he felt Timmy turn his head to look up at him and met his happy if somewhat exasperated eyes and leaned down to give him a soft kiss, followed by a little nibble on his bottom lip to get it back to that delectable red color and plumpness, enticing a whine out of the younger man.

“Alright,” Nick sighed, and Armie knew he’d have to try to explain exactly what he and Timmy was and had to him later, but he also knew this was extremely odd of him, he had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend in all the years Nick had known him (which was a lot of years, God he was old), just casual friends and fuckbuddies. But he knew Nick was only worried for him, but he also knew he’d see for himself soon enough that the two of them just clicked, on an existential level beyond anything he’d experienced before.

“Well I think it’s adorable,” Jackie said just as Tyler spoke up, “Just how jailbait are we talking, here?”

Armie rolled his eyes before looking over at the man. “He’s legal,” he muttered, before looking down at the boy leaning against him. “Kinda.”

“Kind of?!” 

Timmy, not sure he’d never return to a normal colour again, looked over to where Jackie had shouted. “I’m almost 18,” he said, hiding a wince. “So legal in New York at least.”

“Jesus, are you still in high school?” That came from Nick, still standing behind them before he walked around the couch and sat on the armrest next to Armie. 

“Just graduated,” Timmy muttered back, looking resolutely down at his beer bottle, feeling young and childish and like coming here had been a mistake.

“Alright, that’s enough of the interrogation,” Armie said, cutting off Nick’s mumble about how Timmy shouldn’t be drinking. “Tim here is old enough and mature enough to make his own decisions, whether that would be having a beer in a safe environment or having sex, or a boyfriend or what have you.” 

Timmy kissed his shoulder in thanks as it got the others to lay off him and his age for a bit, and Armie kissed the top of his head in return before he turned towards Nick and the conversation they’d been having earlier. Timmy kept half an ear on that whilst he turned back to Alicia beside him as she started asking him about where he’d be going to college in the fall.

“Sorry it didn’t work out between you and Hannah,” Armie said to Nick, making the brunette shrug mid sip of his beer. 

“Meh, it happens,” he said back, placing the bottle on his kneecap. “Didn’t think my gaydar was that badly tuned, but turns out she’s got a longtime gf, actually,” he continued with a laugh.

“Oh,” Armie said, shocked. “Didn’t know that either, guess she’s pretty private about her personal life in the office, huh.”

“Yep.” Nick turned towards Armie, looking at his friend and the teen he had snuggled up in his arms. “Guess your gaydar works just fine though,” he murmured, nodding towards Timmy.

Armie grinned at him, glancing down at his lap where Timmy’s hand was playing with the inseam of his jeans absentmindedly.

“Really though, what happened last night after you left here?” Nick said quietly, leaning down towards Armie so he wouldn’t be overheard. “You bumped into each other on the subway and just decided to fuck?”

Armie grinned at the memory of last night, looking up and meeting Nick’s gaze.

“You know how traffic is on nights like yesterday, the cart was stuffed with people and we got pushed together. First he fell into my arms, quite literally, and his cute little blush was just so endearing,” Armie murmured to him. “He apologized and quickly turned away from me, but with all the people he got pushed back so we were standing chest to back, full contact.”

Nick nodded, wanting him to continue as he glanced over to where Timmy was still talking to Alicia, head leaned back against Armie’s shoulder comfortably. 

“His plush little ass was right up against my dick, which was hardening by the second, and instead of pulling away or letting me pull away, he pushed back against it, grinding down on me right there in the cart in front of everyone.” Armie’s voice had gone husky as he recounted the events, his cock slowly hardening in his pants.

“Jesus, really?” Nick murmured back, looking at the teenager in a new light. He’d admit, Armie’d lucked out. That face, the tight little body…

“Oh yeah, and he started whining when I adjusted so my dick was rubbing right between his cheeks, so I put my hands on hips, told him to be quiet and let me rub against him till I came, and if he was a good little boy and did what daddy said I’d help him out with his own.”

“Fuck,” Nick groaned, adjusting in his seat as his own dick filled at the images Armie was painting for him.

“Mm, you should have seen him, jerking in my grip like he was possessed, moaning for daddy to touch him, promising to be a good boy for me.” Armie’s voice was gravel at this point, and he’d noticed Timmy had gone still in his arms so he knew he was listening in on their conversation. Armie noticed that Alicia had moved to the other couch and was chatting with Jackie, whilst the two brothers had gone out on Nick’s terrace to have a smoke. As Armie watched the two ladies headed out to the balcony as well, leaving the three men alone on the couch.

Armie moved his hand from where it was stroking Timmy’s arm to lay across his arm across the smaller’s chest, stroking his broad hand up the other's sternum and splaying across his collarbones for now, just teasing. Timmy’s hand had clenched against Armie’s thigh, right below where Armie’s cock was growing thick.

“Then what?” Nick’s voice made him look up at his long-time friend, and he smirked when he saw how blown the guy’s eyes were. He was looking past Armie at Timmy, and though Armie expected to feel jealous at the look he didn’t. 

(As he’d told Tim, Nick and he had a pretty open fuck buddy system built on a strong frienship, and he’d been honest about hating cheating and that he would never cheat on Tim. Having Nick join them occasionally, though… The thought of Tim pressed between the two of them back in the big bed in his apartment, knees spread, ass stuffed on one end and mouth full on the other… It could do with some thinking later on. For now though, he’d continue with the story and see where the night would take them.)

“Then we dry fucked right there in the midst of the crowd, him trying to hold back his moans whilst I whispered in his ear how I wanted to take him home, spread him open and fuck him full of daddy’s come, mark him up and own him. By this point I had my hand down his shorts and was stroking his pretty cock in time with my thrusts against his perky little ass, and he was desperate to come. So when a fight broke out that got most of the train's attention I pulled his cock out and jerked him till he came all over my fist and the subway floor.”

Both Timmy and Nick were breathing heavily now, and Timmy’s hand had moved from Armie’s thigh to the hand laying right below his neck.

“Fucking hell,” was Nick’s response, one hand drifting down to squeeze his cock over his jeans. “No one saw?”

Armie gave a shrug. “I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention to the crowd at that point, cause then the sweet little thing pulled my arm up and started lapping up the come clinging to my fingers.”

Nick gave a quiet moan, which was followed by a similar one from Timmy.

“And when I was as clean as I’d get, he placed my hand over his long throat and whined so prettily as I choked him,” Armie continued, and Timmy proved his story when Armie slid his hand from his collarbones up to his neck, fingers finding familiar groves to settle and clench. Timmy’s fingers circled Armie’s wrist, and he bent his head back to look up at the taller man, arousal making his eyes shimmer and his mouth hung open. Armie could hear Nick curse at the picture Timmy made, and he was right there with him. He leaned down and licked over Timmy’s lips before kissing him briefly.

“So I held on to his hip and his throat as I ground against him, praising what a good boy he was as I came in my shorts pressed against his ass.”

Armie clenched his hand a little harder around Timmy’s neck, and his eyes fluttered shut in response.

“Shit, look at him, fucking hell,” Nick’s voice came from over Armie’s shoulder, and Timmy’s eyes opened to meet the brunette’s gaze. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

Timmy shifted his gaze back to Armie, meeting his smoldering eyes and whining at the fire in them. He didn’t think he’d be able to talk right now, he had no chance to vocalize anything with Armie’s fist so tight around his neck, so he settled for mouthing the words and hoping Armie would understand him.

“Daddy, please-”

In a swift move, faster than Timmy managed to comprehend in his state, Armie put both his and Timmy’s almost empty bottles on the table and pulled Timmy into straddling his lap, somehow without displacing the hand on his neck.

Timmy’s eyes widened when he realized where he was sitting, but any thought of other possible people in the room (besides Nick, clearly) flew from his mind as he felt Armie’s cock press against his own.

He threw his head back as he started to grind on Armie’s lap, his now free arm coming up to clench into Armie’s hair, pulling him close. 

Armie leaned forward and placed a few sucking kisses on Timmy’s throat, above where his hand was situated, before he leaned back to watch the teen on his lap move.

“Fuck, Arms,” Nick groaned from where he had fallen into the couch with Armie’s quick movements, pressed up against the pair, his own empty beer bottle falling to the floor. “Fuck, but he’s so pretty,” he moaned as he leaned against Armie, watching up at the boy quickly falling apart in Armie’s lap.

“Isn’t he just?” Armie replied, grinning up at the teen, helping him grind down against him, grunting in time with their thrusts.

“Let up a little, I wanna hear him,” Nick muttered, hands going to his pants, undoing them and pushing one hand inside. “Wanna hear his noises, please Arms.”

Slowly Armie lessened his hold on Timmy’s throat, and immediately the room was filled with Timmy’s sweet whines, rough voice pleading for his daddy.

“Sweet jesus,” Nick swore, pulling at his own cock in time with Timmy’s thrusts down against Armie. 

Armie now held onto Timmy’s hips with both hands, helping him keep the rhythm and pulling him down hard now and then.

“That’s it baby, take what you want, use daddy to take your pleasure, look at Niki baby, look what you’re doing to him,” Armie praised, thrusting and grinding up against the smaller man.

Timmy looked down at them, first at Armie and seeing his loving and trusting gaze, before looking over at Nick, and feeling shocked at how ruined the man looked already. Being looked at like that made something in his stomach flip, and he clenched his thighs around Armie’s.

“Yeah, look at him baby boy, see how much he wants you, wants to touch you? Can’t even figure out what to do with his hands, look how he’s reaching out baby, are you gonna let him?” Armie asked, looking between the boy in his lap he was very quickly falling for and his oldest friend to his left, pressed up against him in a familiar way. “You can if you want to, baby, maybe he should take out your pretty cock huh?”

Both men whined at that, meeting gazes. 

“Yeah, maybe he should tug you off, let you make a mess of his couch, huh? Or maybe he should put his sweet lips on you, let you fuck his mouth, I promise baby, he’s very good at that.”

Timmy seemed to be indecisive for a few moments before holding out a hand to Nick and taking the palm the brunette offered the teen he placed it on his covered cock, both of them moaning out at the contact.

“That’s it baby, let him touch you, we’ll both get you off nice and good, then you can return the favour if you want, huh? One of us in each hand, I know you’re a cock hungry little boy, what better to feed you than two, then, huh?”

Timmy moaned and nodded at Armie’s words, stalling in his grinding a little as Nick undid his jeans and pulled out his dick.

“Fuck, but you’re just pretty everywhere, aren’t you?” Nick wondered in delight, tugging firmly yet gently at Timmy’s cock with one hand while the other was still in his own pants, jerking at his own dick.

Timmy flushed at the praise, making Armie chuckle and clench his fingers against his hips. “That’s right, my pretty princess.”

“Daddy,” Timmy whined, red continuing to stain his cheeks. He closed his eyes in pleasure as Nick continued to slide his fist over his cock, precome dribling from his slit and making the glide smooth. 

“What do you want baby,” Armie asked, still slowly grinding his cock up against Timmy’s ass in his lap. Not enough to get him off for now, but enough to keep him on the edge. “Want Niki’s mouth on you? Want him to suck you into his throat?”

“Please, let me taste your pretty cock, Timmy?” Nick pleading is what made Timmy concede, not that the thought of having the brunette’s mouth on his cock wasn’t an inviting idea, but hearing the want in his voice made him concede quicker.

“Yeah, alright,” Timmy whispered, and gave a loud moan as Nick rushed into his lap, licking over the head of his cock before sliding his tongue down the shaft. 

“I know,” Armie murmured, locking an amused gaze with Timmy, “He’s quite good at that, isn’t he?” 

Timmy just nodded, sliding a hand into Nick’s hair as he took his cock into his mouth and started bobbing his head along his length. He looked back up at Armie and raised a hand which slid into the blonde’s hair as well, pulling him closer and into a wet, messy kiss.

“How’s it feel baby, going from being untouched to having two men worship you in under 24 hours?” Armie whispered against his lips, sucking Tim’s lower lip into his mouth.

Nick slowly pulled off from Timmy’s cock and tilted his head back to look up at him. “What?” He pressed a kiss to the crown, licking over the slit. “Untouched?”

Armie nodded, still looking at Timmy’s face even as he spoke to Nick.

“My precious boy here has never had anything other than a kiss or two before I found him last night, ripe for the taking and so very hungry for it, weren’t you baby?” 

“Mhm,” Timmy murmured with a blush, and threw his head back in a moan when the words made Nick swear under his breath and swallow him down again.

“Fuck, you look so hot baby, so fucking pretty for us, aren’t you?” Armie’s voice was gruff with arousal at the sight of his boyfriend losing himself in the pleasure his best friend was providing him. He used the opportunity of Timmy’s open jeans to slide a hand down his boxers, fondling over the pert ass cheeks and sliding a finger down his crack, over his little hole. The action made Timmy groan and push back against his hand before pressing up into Nick’s mouth again, pleasure filling his senses, and as he pushed back once more Armie’s finger gently breached his entrance and he was done. 

His fingers clenched, one fisted in Armie’s hair and pulling the man closer to his already abused throat, whining out a choked “Daddy-” when Armie bit down on the skin. The other was fisted in Nick’s dark brown hair, and as he came he pulled the older man down towards him, thrusting up and filling his mouth with cum.

“That’s it baby, take your pleasure, feel how Niki’s drinking you down, he’s not gonna spill a single drop I just know it, he’s just as cum hungry as you.” Armie’s voice guided him through his aftershocks, and he winced as Nick swallowed one last time over his sensitive dick before he pulled off with a pop.

“Fuck, you taste good, how does he taste so good, Arms?”

Nick’s voice was hoarse and gruff as he raised himself up to his knees, pressing close to the pair on the couch. 

“Hm, I don’t know, but I do happen to agree, and I find it unfair that you didn’t even share with me,” Armie said, a fake pout aimed at his best friend. “Gonna let me taste anyway?” he asked, looking at Nick before turning an inquisitive gaze towards Timmy, clearly asking if it was alright that he and Nick kissed.

Timmy just nodded, come-dazed and tired, and watched with wide eyes as the two men locked lips. 

“Shit, that’s hot,” he whispered, mouth gaping as he looked on at Armie licking into Nick’s mouth, groaning at finding traces of Timmy on his tongue, and Nick moaned back, helpless to do anything but hold on for the ride. 

Timmy was honestly shocked he wasn’t feeling either jealous or left out. He believed Armie when he’d said Nick and him weren’t anything other than friends who sometimes hooked up, and he didn’t feel threatened by Nick like he had been expecting. Maybe because Nick seemed so respectful of him, and his relationship to Armie, even when he was choking on Tim’s dick. 

All Timmy was feeling when looking at them was fascination and want, the hunger for more of them both tingling in his tummy.

Armie pulled back from Nick, smiling at the wrecked look on his friend's face before turning his gaze to the teen in his lap and meeting hungry eyes. He smirked as he pulled Timmy into a kiss, letting him chase the taste of himself now on Armie’s tongue.

Timmy pulled back slowly, looking from Armie to Nick who was watching them with eyes that’d finally seemed to understand how Tim and Armie worked together. That didn’t stop the want from shining through as well, and Timmy glanced down at the bulge still hiding in the brunette’s jeans while he bit his lip.

Armie chuckled warmly as he looked on, making Tim turn his eyes back to him.

“You wanna taste him, baby?” he asked, stroking a hand through the teen’s hair.

Timmy looked at him for a second, eyes wide, before he bit his bottom lip and nodded. He reached out his hands, one grabbing Armie’s dick and the other grabbing Nick’s.

“I wanna taste both of you, daddy,” he whispered, eyes shooting to Nick as the words made the brunette groan and thrust his hips against Timmy’s hand. 

“Yeah?” Armie murmured, looking pleased. “Wanna go down on your knees before us, cock in each hand, swap between us like a spoiled kid getting two lollipops because he couldn’t decide on a flavor?”

The words made Timmy blush and made his cock twitch where it was still hanging out of his briefs. He didn’t have the words to say it back to Armie, but he nodded and started pulling back from his lap, kneeling on the carpet between the sofa and the coffee table.

“Wanna do it right here, babe?” Armie asked as he spread his legs to make room for Timmy between them, hand going to grasp at his own cock over his jeans. “What if the others walk back in and find us like this huh?” Armie continued, laughing when Timmy whipped his head around, clearly having forgotten where they were and that there were other people than the three of them in the flat. 

“We can go to my bedroom,” Nick suggested, grinning at Armie when he looked at him with a wink. “I have a nice soft carpet in there too, thick and fluffy to protect your knees.” He glanced back at Timmy and winked at him too. “I should know, I’ve been fucked on it enough.”

The words made Tim giggle, but he also nodded his head and rose from his kneel, tucking his cock back into his pants before holding a hand out to each of the men still sitting on the couch. 

“Alright, I’m convinced,” he murmured, blush staining his cheeks as they each grabbed a hand and started hearding each other towards Nick’s bedroom.

“Is it safe to come back in now?” 

Alicia’s voice coming from the balcony door made Timmy groan and hang his head, the question having ruined his (probably naive) assumption that they’d gotten away with their actions on the couch without the other four having noticed anything. Clearly, they’d just been waiting for them to finish.

“Yeah, just turn the music up if you don’t wanna listen to what’ll happen next,” Armie laughed in answer, tugging a now beet red Timmy into Nick’s bedroom and only half shutting the door. Timmy turned to protest, to make him close it all the way, but the music got louder and Armie pulled him into a kiss before he could get any words out.

Timmy just moaned and threw his hands around Armie’s shoulders, hanging on as he was kissed breathless, pulling back with a moan as another hard body pressed up against his back, another pair of arms grabbing his hips and pulling him back, making him feel the hard erection pressing at his ass.

“Mm, I understand now how you couldn’t resist, Arms,” Nick murmured from behind him. “Though it’s small, his ass is perfect for this.” The words were followed by another thrust from the brunette, and Timmy gasped as Nick’s mouth found his throat, leaving open mouthed kisses along the length of it. 

“I know,” Armie responded, peppering kisses across Timmy’s collarbones. “Such a pert little ass on him, doesn’t he?”

Being talked about like he wasn’t even there was somehow a turn on for Timmy, as their little back and forth made him harden in his pants again. 

“He’s got a good mouth on him, too, you know?” Armie continued, pulling back and looking behind Timmy at Nick. “Got me down his throat this morning, first time sucking dick and he’s such a fucking natural.”

The praise made Timmy blush and duck his head, blood rushing both south and north at the same time as his dick twitched and his head spun. 

“Fuck, really?” Nick groaned, impressed. “Hell, even I can’t get you all the way down and he does it first fucking try?” The hands on his hips clenched, pulling him back a little harder against the slow thrusts Nick was teasing him with. 

“Hm, I know, I was so fucking proud of him, suckling on my dick and losing it little by little,” Armie said, the words said to Nick but murmured against Tim’s ear, clearly meant as direct praise to him as well. “Swallowed me down he did, took my load so beautifully, didn’t spill as much as a drop, gulped it down like the hungry little boy he is.”

Nick swore against his back before he pulled away, hand going to the waistband of his pants and boxers. 

Timmy looked up at Armie and met his eyes, and they seemed to have a whole conversation with just that look. 

Armie’s eyes told him he really was fucking proud of him, and that he wanted more than anything to see him in front of the two of them, sucking them off in turn and getting dirty, messy, face slick with spit and precome, red red lips and glazed eyes. But that he also understood if this was a little too much, a little too quick, and that if Timmy said no right now everything would still be okay. Armie would still lo-like him, Armie would still be proud of him, and Armie would still want him.

And Timmy said back that yes, he was maybe a little overwhelmed, but he was also really fucking into this, he really wanted to get on his knees before them, gaze up at their bodies and faces and rub their dicks all over his mouth, lips, cheeks, lick over their heads and lap at their balls and choke on their lengths.

So Armie smiled at him, big and wide and bright, and Timmy couldn’t do anything but grin back as he knelt down, knees finding the soft carpet Nick had described, and clenched his hands in his lap as he looked hungrily up at them.

Armie gave a soft laugh as Nick swore again, and grabbed his best friend around the shoulders and placed them side by side in front of Timmy’s kneeling form, free hand undoing his jeans one-handed and grinning as the action made Tim zero in on his hands and his crotch, before Nick followed his lead and pushed his jeans and boxers under his ass, pulling his cock out and sliding a fist down it with a sigh.

Timmy’s eyes flicked between the two cocks in front of him, and his tongue mindlessly came out to swipe over his lower lip and pull it into his mouth, biting down on it as he watched them stroke their cocks. 

“You wanna touch, baby?” Armie murmured, reaching a hand down hand caressing Timmy’s face, smiling when the boy nodded up at him. “Go on baby.”

Timmy unclasped his hands before bringing both up to his mouth, licking over each of his palms in turn before grasping one dick in each hand, smiling when they both groaned out at his touch.

He turned to Armie first, putting his mouth on the head and tonguing at the slit whilst he fisted both Armie and Nick slowly. He sucked on the spongy head, gently gliding his teeth just under the crown and watched Armie buck his hips, his head swinging back with the motion. He pulled the tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around, before he slowly slid down it a little. 

He knew he didn’t have the patience right then to try to take the whole thing down his throat, he was too worked up and it would take too long, so he stroked what he couldn’t fit whilst he bobbed his head up and down Armie’s cock.

Timmy pulled off with a pop to breathe a little, mouthing down the side of the shaft and sucking Armie’s balls into his mouth one by one. With one last lick from the bottom up to the head of Armie’s dick he pulled away and turned to Nick.

Timmy really liked Nick’s dick. It was maybe a weird thought to have as he stroked his fist down the length, but he thought it was a really pretty dick. Not nearly as big as Armie’s (but then again, most cock’s weren’t, Armie was just pornstar massive), but still a good size. Longer than Timmy’s own, but about the same thickness, making it much easier to suck into his mouth. 

Nick threw his head back with a moan as Timmy finally placed his mouth on him, before quickly turning his gaze back down. He was not going to miss out on seeing this. Armie’s arm around his shoulders flexed, and he glanced over to his friend who met his eyes with a grin that pretty much just said “Told ya he was a natural.”

Nick glanced back down at the teen in front of him as he took more of his length into his mouth, lips dragging up and down his shaft and his tongue swirling with every downward motion. “Fuck, you really are good at this,” he muttered, meeting Timmy’s eyes as he got closer and closer to taking the whole length the more he bobbed.

“Yeah, he loves this,” came Armie’s deep voice from beside him, as he leaned over and placed his chin on Nick’s shoulder, gazing down at Timmy. “Poor baby was so confused this morning, sucked me right down his throat and slipped right under, didn’t you baby?” he asked Timmy, hand stroking through Timmy’s hair and tugging a little, making Timmy whine around Nick’s dick.

Nick could see what Armie meant, everytime Timmy took him further down his throat he saw Tim’s eyes change, slowly glazing over into clouded lust and wonder. By the time Timmy pressed his nose into Nick’s trimmed pubes, he was spaced out, motions languid and slow, but when Nick tried to pull back he just gave a whine and swallowed around him, so Nick stayed put with a groan.

“That’s it, good boy baby, taking Niki down your throat so good,” Armie murmured, words hitting Nick just as hard as they were hitting Timmy it seemed, who moaned around the cock in his mouth. Slowly he pulled back, lips a perfect suction device up his length before he swirled his tongue around the head and pulled back, breathe leaving him in heaves. 

Armie still had his hand tucked into Timmy’s hair, and he used it to pull the teen closer to himself again and Timmy obediently opened his mouth, tongue stretched out for Armie to place himself against it. The taller man did and Timmy again licked against his head, tongue slipping into the slit and gathering the precome pooling there before he put the tip in his mouth and suckled. His fist was still sliding along the part not in his mouth, and the sight of him clearly so fucked out from just two dicks in his mouth had Armie close to coming, Nick not far behind him.

“Where do you want it, baby?” Armie husked, voice shot with arousal. “Want me to come down your throat again, mark you once more from the inside?” The words made Timmy keen, but before he could voice an answer Armie continued. “Or do you want me, do you want us, to come on your face? Hm? Shoot our loads all over your pretty face, cover you forehead to chin in milky white cum?”

The words made Nick groan at the image whilst Timmy just nodded his head, already tilting his head back and opening his mouth to receive his hard-earned reward.

Armie took his own dick in hand and quickly started up a fast rhythm, clearly wanting what he himself had described. Nick followed suit, fist flying over his dick still slick from Tim’s spit and his own precome, and he was very quickly nearing his end.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, and Timmy, sweet little Timmy, just turned his head towards him, eyes half shut but still looking up at him, glazed and shiny and mouth red and raw, tongue sliding over glistening white teeth and it was just so pretty and then he exploded, cum spurting over Timmy’s face as he moaned with his orgasm, painting him from eyebrown to chin, some landing over his tongue but definitely not all.

“Shit, fuck, you look so good baby, fuck you did so good,” Armie’s voice broke him from his own comatose state, watching that big hand fly over that even bigger dick, tip inches from where Tim’s face was staring up at him with such love and wonder in his eyes Nick almost felt like he was interrupting something special.

“I’m gonna come baby, gonna come all over you face, fuck, it’ll look so good, mark you as mine, shit.”

Armie continues to spew filth as his hand racked up the pace another notch, and Timmy just watched him, hands splayed across Armie’s thick thighs were he was thrusting into his own fist, before he finally came with a choked off moan of Timmy’s name.

Stripe after stripe of cum landed on the teen’s face, and Timmy just closed his eyes in bliss as he felt the warm flood of cum hit him, some on his tongue and some across his eye, some on his cheek and slipping down his chin. 

He just sat there, swirling his tongue around his mouth to get any and all hints of their release into his mouth and into his belly when strong fingers grasped his chin and lifted his head, and lips found his to share in the taste of the two men combined on his face. A thumb stroke across his cheekbone before being placed on his tongue, Timmy closing his lips around it to savor the flavor of them as he swallowed with a hum.

Slowly but surely the fingers on his face cleaned him of as much cum as they could, all of it being swept from his face and into his mouth. 

Feeling like he could finally maybe open his eyes without getting them full of cum, he blinked up at Armie smiling down on him, hand still grasping his chin.

“There you are,” he murmured, voice still growly, but softer now, content and calm. 

“Hi,” Timmy whispered back, mouth splitting into a smile around the thumb still in his mouth. 

“You alright?” Armie asked with a smile, slowly pulling his thumb from Timmy’s mouth and swiping across his lower lip.

“Never better,” Timmy whispered back, pressing a kiss to said thumb. 

“Good,” Armie murmured, pushing the hand on his face back into his hair, nails scraping gently across Timmy’s scalp and sending a rush of tingles down his spine. “Come on, let’s head to the bathroom to clean that pretty face of yours.”

Groaning as he was helped to his feet, Timmy looked around the room to find Nick. Not finding him and seeing the door closed he looked back to Armie.

“He figured he’d give us some privacy,” Armie said, understanding his look. “You can thank him later, I think he felt like he was intruding at the end there,” he continued with a shrug as he led them to Nick’s ensuite and went for one of the drawers, finding a washcloth and running it under hot water, clearly familiar in the space.

“Oh,” Timmy said, looking down at his hands. “I mean, he didn’t have to?” He glanced back up at Armie as he got close to him with the washcloth, closing his eyes as Armie started wiping his face.

“I know, I just think he thought it was too intimate,” Armie said, finishing wiping Timmy’s face clean. There was nothing he could do about the state of his lips, however, and even if they hadn’t already guessed it’d be easy for his friends out on the couch to figure out what they had been doing.

“Okay,” Timmy said with a shrug, looking at Armie as he tossed the washcloth away.

“Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” Armie asked as he came back to him, arms going around his waist to pull him into his chest.

Timmy nodded quickly, biting his lower lip. “Yeah,” he answered a little breathlessly. “Don’t know if it’s something I’d enjoy every time, but it was fun. Nick was fun.”

Armie laughed, “Nick usually is.” He smiled down at Timmy. “Would you like him to join us again?”

Timmy put his arms around Armie’s shoulders, fingers going to the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah, I think so,” he murmured, placing a kiss to the corner of Armie’s mouth.

“Yeah?” Armie whispered back. “Just imagine baby, when I’ve finally claimed that ass of yours, Niki filling your mouth as I fuck your little ass, hands and knees like a proper slut, letting us push and pull you between us,” he trailed off, watching Timmy’s eyes glaze over again. 

“Hm, I know what to get you for your birthday now,” Armie said with a small laugh, making Timmy blush with how obvious he was being. 

“I think I’d like that, but only once in a while,” Timmy muttered, hands gently pulling at Armie’s hair. 

Armie hummed against his mouth as he kissed him slow. 

“Anything you want, baby.” He smiled down at him as he pulled away. “Anything you want.”

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Getting that call from his former agent had been… weird. Armie’d not been acting for years now, had accepted that he’d never make it in Hollywood and that was fine. He’d changed gears, gotten his PT license and practice, divorced his wife and was now happy with his life. 

Getting that call, hearing that the conversations he’d had with Luca god damn Guadadigno all those years ago was now bearing fruit… It was bizarre. He honestly wasn’t sure it was something he’d be into doing. He’d had long talks with both Luca, Nick and his (former? still? again?) agent about it, but he’d still not been sure. He loved the project though, he’d loved Oliver since he’d first read the book when he was younger, so he knew he needed to talk to Tim about it. 

Tim had gone to a meeting with his own manager, Brian, about a project that he’d been in talks about for a while now. He’d been pretty hush-hush about it, as he didn’t want to jinx it and be disappointed if he didn’t get it. It was the first project he’d been excited about in a while, but he’d held fears he might be too old for the part. 

Anyway, Armie knew he needed to have a discussion with his partner about it.

…

Tim came home from his meeting in high spirits. It turned out everything had gone well, and that the part was his if he wanted it.

“Oh my God, that’s amazing, baby!” Armie said as he pulled an excited Timmy into his arms. “Will you finally tell me what the project is now that you know you’ve got it?”

Timmy nodded as he pulled out of his arms and went for his bag.

“Not everythings in place yet, they still haven’t cast my costar, though Luca did say something about waiting for a response from someone they’d reached out to…”

The rest of the words kind of faded away as Armie grasped what Timmy had said. Luca? No, it can’t be, really?

But yes, it could, because out from Timmy’s backpack came the script for Call Me By Your Name.

“Babe? Are you listening to me?” Timmy sounded worried as he placed a hand against Armie’s cheek, making the older man look at him.

“You’re playing Elio?” Armie managed to get out, voice soft.

“You know of it?” Timmy asked, eyebrows rising on his forehead.

“Yeah,” Armie sighed, leaning back against the kitchen counter behind him. “Back when I was acting, I had an audition with Luca for the role of Oliver.” He swallowed, though his mouth was already pretty dry. “In fact, Evelyn gave me a ring yesterday about how he’d reached out to her again, as it now seemed they’d actually be getting the movie off the ground, and if I was still interested in the part.”

He watched Timmy as his eyes widened more and more with his words, and the grin grow on his face.

“We could be in a movie together?” Timmy’s voice was hushed, a big difference to the visible excitement on his face. “We could actually play opposite each other in a romantic movie, as in I’d get paid to kiss you and touch you and look at you and be with you, all day, for months at a time?” His voice grew, not necessarily in volume but in confidence and want, as he went on and slowly approached Armie where he was still leaning against the counter, though he straightened up as Timmy got closer.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” Armie asked him, reaching out his hands and placing them on Timmy’s waist, pulling the man closer to him and slotting their legs together.

Timmy’s arms went over Armie’s shoulders as he stretched up on his tiptoes to reach his taller boyfriend. “Is it something you want?” He whispered as he leaned up to press their lips together.

Armie thought about it, about getting to spend time together with Timmy for days on end, watching him come alive before the cameras and shine as he knew he could. Imagined acting with him, playing out scenes from the story he’d read so many times, kisses and touches and words whispered, said, shouted to the rooftops… 

“Yes,” he breathed as he slotted their lips together in a kiss, swallowing the moan Timmy let out at the contact, and pulling him even tighter, hands slipping down to his ass as Timmy’s hands slid through his hair.

When breath became an issue he pulled his mouth away from Tim’s, but continued to place kisses down Timmy’s neck and collarbones as he slowly turned them around.

He slid his hands to the front of Timmy’s jeans and undid the button and zipper before pulling them down and out of the way as he knelt down before Tim, placing kisses down his chest and belly, circling his bellybutton with his tongue and giving little nips with his teeth to his hip bones before taking his leaking cock into his mouth.

Timmy swore above him and shoved one hand into Armie’s hair, just stroking and lightly gripping for now but Armie knew the younger would be fisting it before he was through with him.

He suckled softly on the sensitive head of Timmy’s cock, swirled his tongue around it and into the slit at the top, listening to Tim cry out with pleasure at his movements. Abruptly he swallowed him down his throat, and the choking cry Tim gave at the action filled him with arousal. He started bobbing his head, changing up the rhythm now and then to keep the younger man on edge, before he switched to sucking on his balls, pulling them into his mouth one by one and using his hand on Tim’s cock in the meantime, before going back to his cock.

Timmy kept up a stream of moans and small cries at his actions, rapidly getting closer and closer to the edge. Both his hands were now fisted in Armie’s hair, not actually pulling him closer or further away from him but just hanging on. 

Sensing how close Timmy was to the edge, Armie let up his ministrations and pulled off with a long suck up his shaft, paying a little extra attention to the sensitive head, before he pulled away with a soft pop. He gave the head a little kiss and one last lick over the slit to gather up the precome that was almost drooling there, before he pulled Tim’s hands from his hair and stood back on his feet. 

Timmy met him in a kiss as leaned down to his mouth, moaning at the taste of himself in the older’s mouth, before he was spun around to face the island counter with Armie crowding up behind him. The taller man must have undone his pants sometime when he was kneeling, for now his hard, long cock slid up Tim’s crack and over his hole, making the shorter man cry out at the tease.

Armie, still holding Timmy’s hands in his, thrust against his ass for a few moments before he pulled Tim’s arms behind his back. “Keep them there,” he rumbled against Timmy’s ear, before he leaned back a little to rustle through the drawer next to them for the lube.

Timmy could do nothing but obey, each hand gripping the other forearm as he bent over so his chest hit the counter.

Armie turned back to Timmy, lube in hand, and tousled his curls while he bent down to place a kiss on each of his shoulder blades. 

“That’s a good boy,” he whispered against Tim’s ear, pleased as punch when the words made Tim moan and press back against his cock. 

The cap of the lube being opened had a similar effect, and Armie hushed him by running a hand down his back and giving Tim’s interlocked arms a squeeze. “Patient, baby, I’ve got you.”

Eager himself Armie squeezed a considerable amount of lube into his hand and spread it around his cock, giving himself a few sharp tugs to take the edge off, before he squeezed out some more and smeared it down Tim’s crack, across his taint and over his inner thighs. 

Timmy, realizing what Armie had planned, began whimpering for Armie to get a move on. The cap closing shut and the lube being placed next to him went pretty much unnoticed as Armie took hold of his cock and pointed it down and between Tim’s legs. 

“Squeeze tight now, baby, come on, you’ve got this,” Armie murmured as he started thrusting, his dick sliding between Timmy’s slicked thighs and bumping up against his balls, again and again. Timmy crossed his legs at the ankles and strained his muscles, squeezing his legs tight around Armie’s cock. 

“Please, please, faster,” he moaned out, whining when Armie listened and upped the tempo of his thrusts. “Touch me, please daddy?” 

The title made Armie growl, and he raised his hands from Timmy’s hips to his shoulders, pulling him up and against his chest. It wasn’t often either of them pulled out the daddy-card, but it always made for some pretty fantastic memories when it did happen. Timmy using it now meant he really needed it, and Armie was nothing if not a responsive lover.

The move hand dislocated Timmy’s arms from their position on his back, so he reached one hand behind him to hold onto Armie’s hip and the other he raised above and behind himself so he could fist his hand back into the taller’s hair. Armie’s arms came around him, one across his chest to pull him closer, chest and back now pressed tightly together, whilst the other went down to curl around Timmy’s cock. 

“Yeah, you need daddy to touch you baby?” Armie murmured, lowering his head so his mouth was next to Timmy’s ear, kissing and nipping between his praises. “You need daddy to touch that pretty dick of yours? Hm? Need daddy to praise you, tell you what a good little boy you’re being for daddy? Feel daddy’s dick baby, feel how hard it is, pressing up against your full balls, huh? You gonna come for me, baby? Be a good little boy and come for daddy? Shoot your cum all over the counter, paint it white for daddy?”

“Please daddy, please I wanna come, let me come daddy please?” Timmy mewled back, held back by a hairstring as he rocked back and forth over Armie’s cock, pressing back into Armie’s muscled body and forward into his fist, tight over his cock. “Please, daddy, I wanna be good for you, please can I come daddy?”

“Fuck, baby,” Armie grunted, close to the edge himself. “Yeah, baby, come for daddy now, empty those balls for me, come on now, come for daddy.”

The words were all he needed, and Timmy came with a shout, painting the top of the gray counter white with splatters of cum. As he shook in Armie’s arms, the man behind him stuttered to his last few thrusts before he added his release to the mess already covering the countertop with a groan of Timmy’s name. 

They both leaned over the counter to collect themselves, Timmy slowly loosening the tight muscles in his thighs as he relaxed and got his breath back. Armie leaned over him, taking his weight by leaning his arms on either side of Timmy’s head, while he buried his face in Timmy’s neck and murmured praises for the man under him. 

After a few minutes to get their breath back, Armie rose up to his full height and pulled Timmy up with him. 

“Come on, let’s go take a bath, then we’ll clean up this mess and I’ll give Evelyn a call and say yes to the part,” Armie said as he turned Timmy to face him.

Timmy smiled up at him as he looped his arms around the taller man’s waist. 

“Are you sure that this is what you want to do?” he asked, placing a kiss to Armie’s sternum. “Don’t think about me, or how I will feel, do you want to start acting again?” He pulled back to look up to the blonde.

Armie smiled down at Timmy, loving him even more for asking what he wanted even when it was clear it was definitely what Timmy himself wanted.

“I’ve been thinking about it, and I was gonna have a talk with you about it today anyway about how I at least wanted to try,” he said, leaning down and kissing Timmy’s forehead. “The fact that my co-star is you is just a major, major bonus.”

That made Timmy grin. “Alright, then I think your plan sounds lovely, ‘cause I am sticky.”

Armie laughed as he turned them both towards the bathroom, giving thanks in his head to whoever out there was looking out for him to give him this opportunity.

EN: So that's that! This idea, the idea of them already in a relationship and being cast in Call Me anyway has been on my mind since the start, which is why I've used barely any of the photos from CMBYN throughout the rest of the series, cause I still sorta had hope they'd make it there together. In the end it didn't work out in the main story, but we got this little fun snippet out of it. This might not be the last we see of this thread of the story, as I really wanted to write about the peach scene but I just couldn't find a natural place for it here. That's not to say there won't be another interlude with that part later, because I think that could be fucking scorching.

Anyway, the main of the story has maybe between 2 and 5 parts left, I'd say, not that I have any idea when I'll get to them. But this is the first thing I've posted since april last year, and so many more things have changed since then so I don't know when I'll have time or energy to write. I've moved, I've changed jobs, between last posting and this one I've been a manager at my old job before I quit, now I work at a hotel, so this summer's been suuuper busy. This weekend's felt the first time I've been able to breathe properly since the start of June, and it apparently put me in the mood to write. Go figure. I blame it on me re-reading one of my absolute favorite fics no one is watching (but you have to leap) by @sheisraging which got me in the Elio/Oliver vibes, which again led me here.