#roachjackson

"This isn't fair!" Soap whined, tugging against the binds that kept him tied to the headboard of the bed. He'd been fighting against his bonds practically the entire time, moving so much that his wrists were turning an angry red color.

Next to him, Ghost was hardly any better. While he wasn't tugging at his binds as desperately as Soap, his entire body was tense. His cock was straining against his pants, he and Soap hadn't been given the privilege of release from their clothes. His fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles were white.

He had several layers of rope wrapped around his wrists. The red rope was twisted around his arms down to the elbows, all in an attempt to keep him from escaping. It worked well enough, though a close eye was being kept on his hands. There was no doubt that with one right twist of his wrists he'd be free.

"Come on!" Soap whined again, thrusting his hips into the air in an attempt to get some sort of friction to his aching cock. His eyes were focused hungrily on the sight before him. Those bright doe eyes that their boyfriend was giving them...they were downright deadly.

"Don't pay attention to them." Jackson carded a hand through Roach's hair and used a quick tug to bring his attention forward. Back to the thick cock resting right in front of his face, still dripping with bits of his spit and slobber. His mouth watered a bit at the sight. "Come on," Jackson tugged him forward, encouraging him to continue, "make me feel good baby."

Roach could only give a small nod before slowly leaning forward to take the head of Jackson's cock into his mouth once again. The move earned an immediate sigh of relief from Jackson and a grunt of annoyance from the direction of Ghost and Soap.

Jackson guided Roach's mouth further, pushing him to take more of his cock into his mouth. Roach followed the silent order with enthusiasm, tracing his tongue over the length of Jackson's cock. He gave a sloppy suck as he pulled back, creating a bit of space before beginning to fuck his mouth on Jackson's cock.

Jackson gave an enthusiastic moan at the movement and, after a moment, began to rut his hips forward. He controlled the pace that Roach moved at, taking his mouth with desperate grunts and a wicked grin on his face.

There was more frustrated movement from the bed and a quick glance over told Jackson that Ghost and Soap were not having the best of times. Soap was practically writhing on the bed. He was trying to figure out how to get friction to his cock at the same time that he was trying to free his hands, desperate to shove Jackson away from his boyfriend and take his place.

Ghost looked like he was two seconds away from trying to tear the headboard off rather than the rope. His eyes were locked onto Roach, desire clear in them as his cock tented his pants.

"Wishing this was you?" Jackson taunted the two, remembering the way that they'd taunted Roach and himself only a few weeks prior. A bit of revenge was warranted. He tilted his head back with an exaggerated moan, "The two of you should feel this. He's so fucking good with his mouth." He rolled his hips forward, causing Roach to gag just a bit, "So fucking warm."

He paused for a moment, moaning at the feeling of Roach sucking his cock. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to look at the two men. "Fuck, I bet he'll feel so much better when I fuck him."

He pulled back at that and reached out to yank Roach to his feet. He was quick to reposition the shorter man, yanking him around until his chest was flush against Roach's back. He made a show of the position, trailing a hand up from Roach's hips and over his chest. He let his finger trail across the younger man's chest and over his neck.

Jackson pressed his fingers to Roach's lips, parting them slowly before slipping his fingers into the others mouth. With the feeling of Roach's tongue dancing around his fingers on one hand, he brought his other hand up to tease at Roach's chest. He flicked a playful hand over one of Roach's nipples, making sure to keep his eyes locked onto Soap and Ghost as he pulled moans from his friend's throat.

"Please!" Soap was the one who spoke, still desperately writhing on the bed, his wrists now so red that Jackson couldn't believe they weren't bleeding yet. "Paul, please! We get it, just let us go! Want to fuck Roach so bad." He tilted his head back with a groan and Jackson couldn't help but to snicker at the sight.

He glanced to Ghost, a delighted grin pulling at his face as he recognized the same desperation in the usually stoic man's eyes. This was delightful, just what he and Roach were going for. They had the men right where they wanted them.

"I tell you what," Jackson took his fingers from Roach's mouth and was quick to wrap his hand around the man's cock, using the spit that had gathered to make a smooth slide for his friend. "I'll let Roach decide. He can decide to let you go and fuck him or not."

Immediately the two men's eyes turned to Roach, pleading with him with desperate looks. Roach didn't say anything for a moment, he just panted and rutted his hips into Jackson's slick hand.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Immediately the two men were nodding. It was a bit pathetic, the desperation that both of them had. Soap was nodding his head like a man crazed, pleas for Roach to let them free slipping from his lips with ease. Ghost wasn't as vocal, but his pleas were just as clear to see.

"You want to fuck me?" The two men nodded. A moment of desperate silence hung in the air. Roach leaned closer to the two men, a look of pleasure on his face. "Too bad." He parroted Ghost's words from weeks prior, "You'll wait your turn. Right now? You just watch."