Lovely nim

Alex tried to shift or free his hands. Where even was he?..

Actually, it didn't really matter. You don't exactly care to inspect your surroundings when hot, wet breath is brushing against your neck, and someone's neat ass is parked right on your lap.

From behind, warm, dry palms slid along his body from his armpits down to his thighs. Alex exhaled shiveringly. Every touch burned; his body felt scalding hot.

"Something wrong, champ?" a very familiar low voice purred in his ear. Alex couldn't answer; his tongue completely refused to cooperate.

Sharp nails traced up the inside of his thighs. Alex arched his lower back, but escaping was impossible. They kept holding him from behind by his sides, preventing him from even squirming. He couldn't help himself and let out a quiet laugh.

"So obedient today," a second voice praised, thick with a Spanish accent.

The nails returned, occasionally giving way to slender fingers. The hands crept closer and closer to his underwear, and Alex suddenly realized with stark clarity that he wasn't wearing any pants. He was about to voice his indignation over what they were doing to him, but a sudden burst of laughter knocked the wind right out of his lungs. He jerked sharply, but once again, absolutely nothing worked. What the hell.

He could feel insistent fingers digging into his ribs. Even worse was the voice in his ear.

"O-o-one, tw-o-o... How awkward, I lost count. Let's start over. O-o-one..."

Alex choked on his laughter and let his head drop onto the other man's shoulder. He didn't even want to break free anymore. A pleasant warmth spread through his stomach; his breathing was heavy, punctuated by occasional breathless laughs.

The hands that had been terrorizing his thighs switched to the creases between his leg and groin. Alex grew even louder, involuntarily jerking his pelvis.

"I like it when you laugh in my ear," Alex was certain he could come from that voice alone.

The tickling didn't stop for a single second. Done playing with his ribs, Elliot decided to move to his stomach. Alex turned his head, burying his face in Elliot's neck.

Alister had already slipped under his underwear, his fingers fluttering all around the coveted spot, though he hadn't touched it just yet.

"You're practically shaking, sweetness. You want it bad, don't you? Is now a good time? Come on, beg nicely."

Alex could only whimper. The rear front had no intention of resting. His neck was subjected to a new wave of affection: with one hand, Elliot lightly held his neck to keep him from pulling away, kissing him. Greedily, sucking at his skin in a way that would definitely leave a mark. El would love a mark on this pale skin. Or better yet, two. Even better, ten.

Alex tried to grab Alister by the wrists.

"What an impatient boy you are, Lexi. You're already dripping all over. What's wrong? Want me to help you with that?"

Alister's hand finally cupped his cock.

Alex opened his eyes, gasping for air. His ears were ringing. His heart was pounding somewhere in his throat. And his body... more than ever, he wanted those hands back, wanted it to never end. He craved that warmth; his boxers felt suffocatingly tight and wet. Damn it, he really was dripping.

Only now did he finally realize what had happened. He'd had a dream. And not just any dream, but a highly erotic one, to put it mildly. And to top it off, with two guys at once.

His body had clearly decided that whatever happened between him and Alister on that mat wasn't enough, painting the rest of the picture on its own and painting it with terrifying generosity, heavily laced with pure lust.

Shame washed over him in a sickening, sticky wave, but the arousal was stronger. His hand instinctively reached down, slipping beneath the waistband of his briefs.

His fingers brushed against the smooth head. His thumb traced his frenulum, making Alex exhale shakily. Wrapping his hand around his hard cock, he stroked it slowly. Alister's image flashed in his mind again. He placed his other hand on his chest, squeezing. Elliot would have done exactly that. Alex groaned long and low with pleasure. He didn't rush, trying to fully recreate his fantasy.

The images from his dream blurred before his eyes again. Alister was setting the pace. Harsh, almost painful. It was as if he wanted to bring Alex to his peak as quickly and efficiently as possible. Right at the moment he was closest, his hand stopped. Digging his heels into the mattress, Alex exhaled through tightly gritted teeth in sheer desperation. No, he wasn't going to finish this early.

Alex kept pleasuring himself, closing his eyes tightly to prevent the visions of his dream from dissolving into the morning twilight. A finger brushed his nipple, and a fresh wave of sparks jolted through his brain. He gripped the base of his cock tighter and tried to catch his breath. Too soon.

After a few seconds, he couldn't take it anymore and picked up the pace again. Alex kept rubbing the head. Fingers slightly calloused scratched the sensitive skin, tickling it. The sensation made his vision go dark with pleasure as the orgasm rolled in with increasing insistence. His hand moved up and down under his underwear. Alex bit down on the flesh of his palm and let out a loud, shuddering breath. Warm white fluid spilled over his hand.

"Pathetic," Alex thought, standing over the sink at four in the morning. His boxers were covered in cum, his hands too, and his face was as red as a schoolboy's after his first time. Why on earth had his body rebelled like this?

How was he supposed to look them in the eye after this?! What a shameful, degenerate mess! And with both of them at once! Seriously, what kind of decent person imagines themselves in a threesome, let alone on the bottom? Exactly, Alex didn't think a decent one did.

The worst part was that it made him want to go to the club with triple the intensity. His body wasn't just asking; it was practically demanding a sequel. Absolutely with those two, and absolutely at the same time.

He repeated it like a mantra: "It's a stress response. It's a stress response. It's a stress response..." Though what kind of damn stress was this? Stress gives you headaches and makes your hair fall out; it doesn't give you a hard-on.

He crashed into his teammates at practice with extra zeal. He didn't dare go to the club just yet, much as he wanted to, so he had to use every means necessary to beat out everything that didn't fit the criteria of "decent." He worked himself to total exhaustion and crashed into bed straight after practice, ensuring no erotic nonsense could find its way into his dreams. His teammates chalked it all up to the upcoming big match. Look at the captain putting in work, training hard. Isn't he an excellent role model?

He held out strong for nearly a week, but a humiliating defeat to his own libido awaited him.

He returned to the club practically dead on his feet. The constant tension, both sexual and ordinary muscle strain, was taking its toll. To make matters worse, he was terribly anxious about seeing the heroes of his fantasies. Just the phrasing made him flinch. What was he, a schoolgirl daydreaming about her favorite character? But there was no other way to put it.

Alex was already walking toward their usual spot at the table when he spotted Alister and Elliot. They were sitting on a mat by the wall, talking. Alex couldn't hear a word they were saying, but just the sight of them made his face flush. The last thing he needed was to blush. He was a grown man, for God's sake!

They noticed him, too. It was hard to miss him.

"Captain!" El called out, gesturing with his hand. Alex obediently trudged over to them.

"Where are Kill and Jess?"

"Jess is on a shift, she'll be late, and Kill, unfortunately, doesn't report to us. He's like a cat. Disappears for God knows how long and pops back up out of nowhere. Take a seat," Elliot patted the mat between them.

"You look tense. Look at those bags under your eyes... Is there anything you want to share with us, Lexi?" Alister reached out with a hint of concern, gently brushing his finger over the dark circle under his eye. Alex softly nudged his hand away.

Sure. Why not tell them that you imagine two of your... whatever they were, in compromising positions, and then happily jerk off to it. Great conversation starter, just perfect. Thanks, Alister.

But Alex only replied:

"My coach has been driving us ragged, we have a game coming up."

Alister put on an understanding expression and nodded sagely.

Elliot just smirked and squeezed his leg. Alex practically jumped. They just had to get handsy.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're awfully jumpy for someone who's just tired," El remarked.

"And your cheeks are pink. Alexander, this is atypical even for you. Are you getting sick?" Alister reached for him again, this time to check his temperature.

Alex only blushed deeper. Why did they have to be so perceptive?

"Come on, spill it, jock," Elliot poked him in the ribs. No way, it was like they conspired against him today!

"I'm just really glad to see you guys!" Alex recoiled as if scalded. And he wasn't even lying. He was so glad that he was practically aching down there.

Alister looked at the two of them and uttered:

"¡Todo esto es porque siempre le estás buscando las cosquillas!" and then he smiled like an idiot.

"Sabes que no entendió el juego de palabras, ¿verdad?" Alex didn't understand a single thing, but Elliot clearly found the phrase amusing too.

"Is that something I'm not supposed to hear?" Alex raised an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't get it, Lex," Elliot leaned against his shoulder, speaking directly into his ear again. What kind of habit was that? Did he do that with everyone? How did people even talk to him? Well, people who weren't Alex.

"You're all red again, don't change the subject," Alister just couldn't let it go.

"Maybe you want us to find out for ourselves?" Now this was entering dangerous territory. Elliot's tone boded no good.

And just like that, he was lying with his back against Elliot's torso, nestled comfortably between his legs. Some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy. Should he go buy a lottery ticket or something?

Naturally, Elliot started first. He had zero patience.

His hands slipped under his T-shirt with surprising ease, despite all of Alex's efforts. He automatically tried to crawl away, but at that exact moment, Elliot gleefully dug into his sides. From fleeing, he switched to resisting, but you try resisting him. It felt like trying to push off a playful lion: if he does let you go, it's only to suddenly grab you again. And you couldn't budge the bastard an inch.

His nerves regarding who was doing this only heightened Alex's sensitivity. Naturally, Alister found himself a perfect seat - Alex's thighs. Where else would he sit?

"So what's the matter, Alexander?" Alister drummed his fingertips impatiently against his stomach.

"Calm ho-ho-down your i-hi-hi-diot first."

"Idiot, calm down, don't interrupt our conversation," he waved a hand at Elliot with a tone that said, "Wait, peasant, can't you see the master is speaking?"

"Al, you better not push your luck, or I won't care about the color of your wristband," El snapped back, though he pulled his hands out from under the T-shirt.

"Feel like talking now?"

"I've already said everything," Alex snapped. He was doing a stellar job keeping a straight face. Really impressive, considering his stomach was tied in such tight knots that he could barely keep himself from squirming.

"What you said wasn't particularly convincing. You've had practices before, but you never came back from them looking this wild."

"Do you know what we do to liars, Alex, mm? Especially those who lie straight to our faces so blatantly and terribly."

Alex sucked in his stomach, as if that would help against an attack.

"Lexi, I'm counting to three. Confess, or we will be forced to take action," Alister said in a tone far too serious for such an absurd situation.

"Oh, I love that part," Elliot chipped in ominously. "Come on, Lex. O-o-one..."

His hands hovered over Alex's tense body. He wiggled his fingers, taking immense pleasure in the expression on his victim's face.

Alex closed his eyes, but not watching the catastrophe approach turned out to be even more nerve-wracking, so he opened them, awaiting the attack with anticipation.

"Guys, come on, what about per-he-personal boundaries?" Alex simply couldn't suppress a nervous giggle.

"Their boundaries, cariño, are blurred in the dark."

"And nobody canceled the safeword, dummy. Where were we? Tw-o-o..."

Alex tried to pull his legs up, forcing Alister to shift closer to his stomach, right onto his crotch. The terror on Alex's face was mistaken for anticipation. This was the end, absolutely the end. Now they would start their dirty business, Alex would start squirming, and Alister would end up rubbing his ass all over him. If this kept up, a hard-on was only a matter of time. And judging by the pace, not a lot of time at all.

But the guys didn't see anything provocative about the position.

"Last chance," Alister crooned. Alex just shook his head.

"Three!" Oh, with what sheer delight Elliot dug into his ribs.

Alex held out as best as he could. His chest arched high, his cheeks puffed out. Was he an athlete or what? He locked his pelvis in place and tried not to move too much. Maybe he'd get lucky?

He completely failed to account for Alister's mischievous hands. With the persistence of a seasoned interrogator, Alister launched into a proper enhanced interrogation. That ought to be illegal, by the way! And Alex felt exactly why on his own skin. Tickling someone's hip bones is a literal crime. His plan to hold out and remain motionless failed miserably.

Elliot's hands roamed freely under his T-shirt, lightly scratching his skin with dull nails.

"DON'T-ha-ha-HA-HA!"

The screams only rippled Elliot up, and Alister was casting some rather predatory glances. Alex began to think that mercy truly wasn't on the table. The thought flashed somewhere between "please, just not the armpits" and "I beg you, not the stomach."

Alister traced a line with a single finger through the light fuzz on his stomach down to his belly button, circling it. Alex whimpered, unable to stop laughing.

"Leave me alone-hehe..."

"Refusing to testify automatically counts as a confession of guilt in the eyes of the investigation," judging by his tone, Elliot was smirking. Easy for him to laugh.

"The defendant is resisting," Alister noted as he was jolted upward again. What a... wild stallion.

El rubbed his cheek against his neck, but the tenderness was deceptive. His hands immediately darted into his armpits.

The sensation was unbearable and, because of that, deathly arousing. It couldn't go on like this.

"STO-HO-HO-HO-OP!" Alex roared, "I'LL TELL YOU EV-HE-HE-HE-ERYTHING!"

Elliot and Alister both stopped instantly. Were they really that interested?

Alex gave himself enough time to catch his breath. He needed to act as rationally as possible and try to minimize contact with...

"So, Lex? We're waiting for an answer."

Elliot gave Alex's cheek an expectant pinch, trying to coax him to speak.

Alex stuck out his tongue.

"Oh-ho-ho," yeah, he was probably a dead man now. That was super rational, of course. Not foolish at all.

"Have you ever heard the parable about not sawing off the branch you're sitting on?" Alister seemed genuinely surprised that someone was digging their own grave so stubbornly. And they'd given him a chance!

Alex just drilled him with a stubborn glare. Sheer recklessness and bravado...

Though Elliot actually liked the response. The more excuses to tickle him, the better.

There was no warning this time. All Alex managed to see was Elliot's hands flashing before his face. The next second, his wrists were pinned above his head.

"Come on, no way, guys!" Alex's eyes scanned the club in a panic, as if hoping someone would help him, but who would care?

He tried to suck in his stomach, but that didn't stop Alister's nails from raking across the taut, sensitive skin. The muscles under his fingers contracted wildly, putting his appetizing abs on full display.

"Ali-hi-hi-hister!"

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Alex wanted to reply, but at that moment, Elliot blew a raspberry right on his neck, and he dissolved into laughter again, trying to shield his neck.

"Alexander, you should start talking," Alister poked him right in the belly button, causing Alex to make a series of amusing noises.

"Ho-ha-ha-w?! Sto-he-he-op tickling me!"

"Figure it out. Our trust in you has been compromised."

"No-hi-hi-thing hap-he-pened!"

"Well, look at that, you're dead wrong again," Elliot concluded.

His doom was sealed. El freed one of his hands and finally reached for his armpits.

Alex roared, laughing loudly and shaking his head. Not a single thought remained in his mind.

"Who do we have here that's so ti-"

"Elliot, hold on," Alister waved a hand thoughtfully.

"You're always stopping me from going all out today," El grumbled.

Alister clicked his tongue at him and turned to Alex:

"Cariño, joking aside, is there nothing you want to discuss with us?"

Alex couldn't find the words to answer. He couldn't even bring himself to look at them.

Elliot exchanged a glance with Alister. Alister shifted his weight, making Alex choke on the air.

They both stared at him expectantly.

"Uhh... Well, you... I dreamed about you..."

Alister made a hand gesture indicating they were waiting for the rest.

"Both of you..."

"Dreamed about us. Very interesting. In that way?"

"In that way," Alex breathed out, as if standing before a leap into an abyss.

Silence fell, and a few seconds later, a voice came from behind:

"Want us, Captain?" he purred into his ear.

In Elliot's eyes, Alex saw a hungry glint. It was slightly terrifying. A couple of minutes ago, El had been in his typical laid-back mood, and now it looked like he was about to devour him whole.

"Not here," Alex tried to crawl away.

"In a private room?"

"In a private room," Alister confirmed.

All Alex could do was stand up, not without Elliot's help, and follow them. Everything around him felt like slow motion; arousal always acted on him like a narcotic haze.

The moment the heavy door shut out the noise of the club, Alex seemed to wake up. But there wasn't much time to process what was happening. Alister gave him a soft shove in the chest, and he fell right back into Elliot's arms.

They sank down somewhere. Onto something soft, maybe a sofa or another mat. Alex felt his T-shirt being pulled off insistently and obediently raised his arms. As soon as the unneeded piece of clothing was tossed aside, his hands were locked above his head again. This time in handcuffs.

"Alexander," Alister settled over him comfortably again, "before we begin, you need to understand that we are going to go further than usual. Are you okay with that? Are you ready?"

"Ready," Alex nodded. How could he not be ready when his jeans felt suffocatingly tight, and he was staring at the two most attractive guys he had ever met?

"Alex, this is no joke," the last time he'd seen Elliot look this serious was during their conversation after the ring. "We might be rougher during this, are you sure that-"

"I fucking said I'm ready!" Alex yelled.

"Your wish is our command," Alister raised his hands.

The leather cuffs were soft but perfectly secure. Next to them, Alex felt a button. Safety was accounted for at every step here.

Elliot kissed his neck deeply, his hands wandering across his torso, brushing over his nipples every now and then. He was creeping closer to his armpits.

Alister, for his part, was stroking more than tickling. The gentle touches made him want to curl inward, sending goosebumps skating over his skin. Shifting position slightly, he settled between his legs. His lips brushed against his collarbones, chest, and stomach. Alex tried to suck in his stomach again, but that didn't stop Alister from continuing to kiss and drag his tongue across his skin.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing loudly again and tried to curl up. Elliot, completely unbothered and at a measured pace, moved his fingers against the skin of his armpit. Alex shook his head as if that could save him from the tickling.

"No-ho-ho-ho-o," a grin spread from ear to ear, wide enough to split his face in half.

Alister's hands moved to his fly, carefully catching the fastener. Alex tensed up again. Slowly, savoring the process, Alister unzipped the jeans and finally slid them off, leaving Alex in just his boxers. He groaned in relief, even though he realized how pathetic the wet spot on his underwear looked.

"So responsive," Alister's palm covered the bulge, squeezing lightly, and Alex let out another long groan.

Alister slipped his hands under the waistband, and Alex's vision swam with arousal. Crossing every line of decency, Elliot began to literally knead his ribs, making him lose track of his senses. On one hand, it was ticklish; on the other, having hands in such an intimate spot kept making Alex whimper.

He didn't even notice his last piece of clothing being stripped away, leaving him completely defenseless. Alister slid down lower, his lips pressing against the smooth head. Alex chuckled breathlessly, now shamelessly moaning right into Elliot's ear.

The Spaniard squeezed his balls at the base of his cock, cutting off any path to a quick finish. With his other hand, he stroked the inside of his thigh. From behind, Alex could feel hot breath against the back of his neck. Elliot squeezed his chest, playing with his nipples: alternately pinching and tickling the buds with a single finger.

Alex arched up when Alister suddenly took his entire length into his mouth without flinching. He had expected at least some foreplay, but no one was planning on giving him time to prepare. Alister's skilled tongue ran firmly up and down his length, while the hand that had just been resting peacefully on his thigh slithered like a snake behind his knee, threateningly dancing over the sensitive skin. Startled, Alex jerked his leg sharply and groaned, a sound mixed with laughter, but it didn't stop anyone.

Elliot simply bit his ear - something he'd clearly been dreaming of for a long time, judging by how often his lips used to hover millimeters away from it, whispering things. His fingers kept amusing themselves with his broad, soft chest, driving Alex completely out of his mind.

Alister's sharp nails lightly skimmed over his balls without stopping the tickling behind his knee, and Alex had to bite his lip to keep from squeaking.

He tried to jerk his hands, but only succeeded in making the handcuffs clank loudly. He wanted to grab Alister's hands and finally find release, but the opportunity just wasn't there.

"A-a-ha-lister," stringing sounds into words was barely happening; his tongue refused to obey entirely. Did he want to say something? It was easy to forget when a fresh bite or a fiery kiss landed on his neck.

With a distinct wet sound, Alister pulled away from Alex and surveyed the scene. The view before him was mesmerizing: two meters of pure muscle, unable to string a single word together. Entirely flushed, curls unraveled and scattered across his face, his chest heaving heavily, breaking out in red patches from the sheer excitement.

The sight gave him a massive hard-on, and judging by his partner's intense expression, he was barely keeping himself in his pants, either.

Regardless, this did nothing to ease Alex's plight. Passion hadn't made them any more merciful. Alister still wouldn't let him come, and now he decided to tease him mercilessly. With his other hand, he stroked the dripping cock again, stopping at the head. Using the nail of his index finger, he began tracing circular motions around the tip, slick with pre-cum, making Alex writhe like a fish out of water. The sensation was unbearable, unreal; Alex lost all control over his body. All he could do was lie there and take it as jolts like electricity shot through him. From behind, Elliot groaned in impatience, burying his face deeper into his neck. Seeing Alex like this was mind-blowing.

Alister gave him a few more preventative scrapes with his nails down the entire length. He was dying for it himself by now, and Alex was practically tearing up from overstimulation. He couldn't delay any longer. Sucking down tightly on the cock again, he began moving his head vigorously up and down.

Alex thrashed again; the overstimulation hit him just as hard as the tickling, and he was nearly screaming from the sensations.

Alister finally let go. It didn't take even ten seconds for him to come. Cum shot out instantly from the already hyper-stimulated organ. It wasn't a surprise for Alister, and he took it easily, swallowing.

He and Elliot looked at each other with wild eyes, also trying to catch their breath. That was quite the experience.

The problem manifested almost immediately, both figuratively and quite literally. Alex hadn't even recovered from his intense release, but the two of them were already so worked up they were about to explode. How, pray tell, do you explain that to a person who still has white spots in their vision from an orgasm?

Elliot figured it out first, carefully unhooking Alex from overhead. He lightly slapped his cheek with his palm.

"Hey, jock, wake up, you can't just leave us hanging like this," Elliot's voice sounded a bit strained, though maybe the wild arousal was to blame.

Alex blinked a few times, clearly struggling to snap out of it. He stretched his stiff arms, took in the situation, and reached for Alister's fly. Dressing up was clearly not on Alex's agenda. It took a bit of maneuvering, but he rolled onto his stomach. Now his face was buried right in Alister's crotch, while a plump, freckled ass was arched right up in front of Elliot. Neither of the guys intended to pass up their position.

Managing the zipper and the brief layer of underwear, Alex got to work. Alister's cock wasn't thick, around 16 centimeters long, his tanned pubic area cleanly shaved. Al groaned loudly right away, burying his hands in the soft curls but without pressing down on the back of his head. The pace suited him perfectly.

A lot of interesting things were happening at the back, too. Elliot might be a sadist, but he wasn't a monster; he respected his partner. Alex felt cold, slick lube. Elliot carefully slid two fingers inside, stretching him quite gently, if a bit unhurriedly. He wanted to start as soon as possible. Preferably a couple of minutes ago.

When El found his prostate, Alex groaned right into Alister, who gripped his hair even tighter. He was beginning to doubt his ability to last long like this.

Elliot finally finished preparing him and, having slipped a condom on, began to enter him. Alex involuntarily tensed up, and El stroked his back to soothe him.

"Come on, Lex, don't tense up. Gently now," here he acted with total deliberation, taking his time so as not to cause Alex pain with a sudden thrust.

This caused Alex to lose his rhythm every now and then, making Alister curl his toes and tug at his hair to make him bring the intensity down.

Gradually, El picked up speed, increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts. He entered harder and harder, making Alex gag slightly on Alister.

Consequently, Alex decided to quicken his pace too. Naturally, nobody asked Alister. Lex worked his tongue diligently, holding Alister by the hips. His face contorted with pleasure; he tried to pull Alex away from him again, but Lex stubbornly stayed put, pressing his freckled nose into the tanned stomach. Soon, Al came, collapsing onto his back. Alex, being a polite person, swallowed.

And while Alister was already done, Elliot was only just getting into it. He chose Alex's sides as his main source of amusement. A little kneading there, and Alex would clamp down tightly around him, laughter breaking through his groans. These pathetic twitches riled Elliot up immensely, and with a wild fire in his eyes, he kept hammering in faster. Already hyper-sensitive after his orgasm, Alex began to harden again. The second time promised to be even more shattering than the first.

Lust and power blinded him. How long had he dreamed of this? Ever since he first saw Alex at the club? Since he finally managed to gain complete control in the ring? His desire only grew with every meeting; he honestly didn't know how he'd lasted this long without pinning his athlete down on a table somewhere. And the signs he'd been giving! There wasn't a day where his hand wasn't on Alex's waist, but Lex seemed to think it was completely innocent and very heterosexual. Elliot was ready to make up for all the nights spent fantasizing about this ass.

Alex slapped his palm against the floor, hinting that he wouldn't last long. Not a problem, Elliot found a solution! He followed Alex's earlier example and gripped his balls at the base. Alex groaned painfully; there was absolutely no way to endure a fresh wave of overstimulation, and a fine tremor began to shake his body.

"I can't!" Alex felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"But I can."

Elliot's other hand dropped down too. He began rubbing the head of the already constricted organ with his palm. Alex screamed, squeezing his fists until his knuckles turned white.

He was already cursing Elliot's stamina. The guy didn't alter his frantic pace and still hadn't come. How was that even possible?!

He didn't have time to wonder for long. Elliot let go, and Alex came instantly. It was like he was unplugged: he went completely limp, held up only by Elliot's hands. Was El planning to pull out? Unlikely.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin seemed to echo forever. Alex could no longer distinguish the sensations, nor did he try to track whether he had hardened again or finished. His mind was an absolute, all-consuming void.

Elliot amused himself with his body for a few more minutes until, with a quiet sigh, he finally came.

Alister came to his senses near the end. He looked at the two limp bodies beside him. Well, quite a successful first threesome...

Elliot, the tireless terminator, got up and looked around literally a minute later. His eyes met Alister's. They both looked at Alex. He was just lying there, not moving. They sat down together to wait.

"Did you overdo it?" Alister asked with a hint of worry.

"I hope not. He seemed like he was holding up fine."

But time passed, Alex wasn't getting up, and the tension grew. Finally, Alister decided to check his pulse and breathing.

"¿Che razza di bestia sei?" Alister pressed his fingers against the other's wrist.

"I didn't think it would turn out like this," Elliot quietly defended himself.

"Pulse is normal, breathing is steady. He's sleeping. Sleeping very soundly."

"We wore the poor guy out," they exchanged a relieved look.

Since Alex clearly had no intention of waking up anytime soon, it was decided that Alister would stay behind to pay for the private room time, while Elliot would be in charge of taking care of Alex.

El handled his task perfectly; draping Alex's arm over his neck, he managed to lift and carry him. Not on the first try, of course the guy weighed quite a bit but he managed to lug him over to the table.

Everyone was already waiting for them there. Jessica was the first to pounce.

"What did you do?!" she hissed in a panic, instantly rushing over to the sofa where they had laid Alex down.

"He's just sleeping!" Elliot raised his hands.

"Sleeping, my foot! How did you drive a person to unconsciousness, you absolute fools?!" Jess didn't let up, scolding them.

"We didn't do anything crazy, we were just having some fun," Alister tried to interject guiltily.

"Bring some water," Jess snapped without even looking at them. Elliot obediently trotted off to get water.

Kill, after hearing Jess's verdict of "Vitals are normal, but if it were up to me, I'd kill you," calmed down as well.

"Yeah, this is definitely a new record for you guys. I don't remember anyone being brought back passed out from a private room."

"He's been at practice all week, he hasn't slept a wink!" Elliot kept trying to clear his good name. "They have a big game coming up."

Alex really was wildly exhausted after a week of actively avoiding his own thoughts through an inhuman training schedule. After the long-awaited release, he finally let go. That was the result.

They had to take Alex home to sleep it off, no matter how you looked at it. Alister called a cab, while Elliot picked Alex up again. Jess, though she still looked at them with judgment, let them go. They were friends, after all; she trusted them.

Half the ride went by in silence, accompanied by Alex's peaceful snoring on Elliot's shoulder. Alister broke the silence.

"And what are we going to do about all this?"

"What else can we do? Split him down the middle? Someone gets the bottom half, someone gets the top?"

"Not funny at all," Alister nudged him.

"You, my friend, are looking at this from the wrong angle. You and I make a real team. What if... we join forces? We're trying to divide someone who wants to belong to both of us."

Alister grew thoughtful.

"Are you proposing a relationship? To me? To him?"

"To us."

"We'll have to ask Alex first..." Alister said, caught off guard.

"We'll ask him tomorrow. I want to know your opinion."

Alister pinched the bridge of his nose. On one hand, it sounded like a massive gamble. On the other, Elliot was an excellent partner to him in all their delicate endeavors, not to mention a very hot man. He needed both him and Alex. And the prospect of a "+1" addition pleased him more than it fazed him.