#sjipsy

Nilesy trailed into the factory after the two men, eyes widening at how they had managed to recover so quickly from the setback of the bomb incident. He’d been approached by them shortly after the treaty, only given the reasoning that they wanted to enlist his help in rebuilding. By the state of their new underground base, it didn’t seem like they needed much assistance.

Sips clapped him on the shoulder and headed down the cobble stairway they’d added into a mine shaft. Sjin told him to wait in the base until they’d found something of interest to bring back to the surface. They disappeared under the stone flooring of the cave, and Nilesy waited for a moment before taking place in front of the large glass wall that stared out into the depths of the ocean.

He thought he saw a brigade of bubbles in his peripheral, but dismissed them for shadows through cobwebs on the walls and continued to watch squids squirm past the windows. Nilesy felt a pressure on his chest and he was slammed back into the corner where stone cavern met glass, someone holding him and there was heavy breathing in his ear as the invisible attacker moved to undo his belt buckle.

He tried to call out to Sjin that there seemed to be a situation, but there was only silence in reply. The invisible person dragged their teeth over his neck, hands running at the edge of his shirt. Nilesy could tell simply from the feeling of the person’s body flush against his that it was another man. The only clues to who it could have been were the slight laughs he made at Nilesy’s poor attempts to get Sips and Sjin’s attention. Bubbles drifted up in his vision and his bottom lip was taken between a set of teeth that bit until he bled.

Nilesy moaned, and there was a clash of hips against his own. Nails dug into his back and left trails of bright red scratches across Nilesy’s skin as their kiss grew more heated. Nilesy could feel the other person’s breath growing ragged, and the kiss relented.

For a moment, the presence of the other left his body completely. He shivered at lack of contact, looking for another blip of the bubbles floating to the roof of the cave. There was the sound of clattering footsteps and Sips’ voice slightly berating Sjin for some careless act, like maybe not watching where a spawner had been, or almost stepping into lava.

They entered the room with their picks on their backs, and they were laughing. Their view panning over to Nilesy, leaning on the wall with a hickey blooming on his skin and his shirt half hitched up. He was trying to regain his composure, his face turning a shade of pink and about to sputter an explanation when his pants were yanked down by the invisible man.

Sips smirked. Sjin rolled his eyes.

“He’s at it again, Sjin?”

Nilesy swallowed hard, feeling one hand palm at his erection and a question trying to form in his thoughts.

“Wh-who exactly–?”

Sips grinned, making his way over to Nilesy. He reached out with precision, pulling up the attacker forcefully. A helmet fell down to the floor, rolling down toward the stairs and revealing dark red hair. The invisibility suit blipped briefly, Ridge flashing in and out of camouflage. Sips dragged Ridge from his knees and into a chaste kiss before knocking him back into Nilesy, who was stammering with confusion.

“You? It was you?”

Ridge caught his balance, distancing himself from Nilesy by only inches, a smirk lasting on his face. Nilesy straightened out his shirt and looked back to the dark water, masking his flustered expression as his erection painfully stuck out of his boxers. Ridge smoothed down his hair, watching Sips carefully.

“Keep going,” Sips laughed. He turned, and Sjin already had Ridge’s helmet in his hands. He tossed it to his employer, and Sips held it out to Ridge. As Sips walked back to Sjin and wrapped an arm loosely around the taller man’s waist, Ridge brightened considerably.

“Are you going to be alright?” Ridge asked.

Nilesy watched the freckles across Ridge’s nose and nodded vigorously. His voice stuck in his throat. Ridge placed the helmet over his hair, and he blinked back out of Nilesy’s vision. His boxers were pulled down to free his erection from its cloth confines, and Ridge’s hand began to pump a slow rhythm around him. Ridge’s other hand climbed under his shirt and gripped at his skin, his teeth biting the shell of his ear.

Nilesy moaned out, and there was a slight wetness of Ridge’s tongue across his ear. He bucked up into Ridge’s hand, encouraging him to go faster. He only caught glimpses of Ridge’s skin and mussed clothing where the armour didn’t cover as the power ran lower from overuse.

The pace changed drastically, and Nilesy felt Ridge get back to his knees. The only indication that Ridge’s mouth was going to be around him in seconds was the swipe of a tongue to the head of his dick.

He gasped out, his eyes looking over to the duo standing in idle nearby. Sjin was bent slightly, listening in as Sips muttered something into his ear. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched. Nilesy pressed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, hearing a sharp intake of air below and Ridge was taking him into his mouth. It only took a few seconds of Ridge running his tongue flat over the underside of his shaft for his knees to shake.

His hands found purchase on the helmet, and he knocked it back off of Ridge’s head, feeling a falter in Ridge’s movements for only a second. His hands dug into the locks of Ridge’s hair, steadying himself with the wall and feeling more at ease that he wasn’t the only one being seen.

Ridge took more of him in, almost the entire length, occasionally sparing a glance upward to watch Nilesy. His head fell back to lean against the glass, eyes fluttering closed and sometimes he unintentionally moved his hips with Ridge’s motions. Nilesy felt himself getting dangerously close, the hands fisted in Ridge’s hair lightly tugging as a warning.

“Ah, fuck,” he whined, and when Ridge hummed around him, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Nilesy was finishing with Ridge’s name on his lips all too soon, trembling as he watched through half closed eyes as the redhead swallowed his cum and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Ridge helped Nilesy tuck himself into his boxers and pants, which Nilesy was quick to adjust and zip up. His hands were slightly unsteady as he redid the belt buckle. Ridge shrugged out of the armor and he packed it away into his inventory. His clothes were wrinkled underneath.

“Well.”

“I’d say that was quite the show, Sips.”

“They did a really nice job back there, Sjin,” Sips agreed, looking up at him.

Sjin called Ridge over to their side, resuming their usual business as if the ordeal hadn’t just happened. As if it were a normal routine. Sips went off about whatever came to his head, opening one of the chests and depositing a few cobblestone inside, instructing Ridge on the next thing he needed to get started on if he wanted to keep using their battery.

Nilesy took a large breath, smoothing out his clothing and trying to calm back down. He asked what they wanted for him to do, and when Sjin was handing off one of his assignments to him, his eyes drifted back to Ridge, heading down into the mine shaft.

He couldn’t help but notice between the folds of cloth that the edge of a brand was showing on the side of his hip, quite noticeably the logo for the dirt factory.

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Sips stalked past another row of houses, his feet leading him further and further away from the hell hole he lived in. Was it possible for your own father to even forget your sons birthday. He didn't even feel like seeing Sjin, if that was possible, so he'd stayed away from the up market district the brunette haunted. His feet seemed to move by themselves, as if he had no control over them, only serving to move him forwards. He vaguely recognized the area, it was an estate of plain semi-detached houses, a far cry from Sjin's near mansion or Sips' beaten up apartment.

Suddenly his feet stopped, stopping outside yet another identical house, with brick walls and a neat porch. But something told Sips he knew this place, that he recognised the residence. Then it hit him, wasn't this Nilesy's place? Sips held his breath as a rapped sharply on the door, praying that it wasn't going to be opened by some stranger. He let out that breath in a sigh when a familiar pale face framed by black hair peered around the door, before it was swung open, and he found the boy hugging him tightly, inky locks tickling Sips' cheek. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around the skinny figure, and hugging him back tightly.

'Sips! What are you doing here? I didn't even know you knew where I lived! Are y'alright?' Sips chuckled affectionately at the small boy's Scottish gush.

'I didn't know I knew either. Uh, mind if I come in?' He watched the decision flicker across the pale face, before the smile returned and he was dragged inside. He glanced around the house, its was cosy and homely, everything he'd expect from Nilesy, family photos lining the walls, as textbooks laid across every surface.

Suddenly Sjin appeared in a doorway, rubbing his neck in his usual awkward manner, garish jumper lifting up slightly, affording Sips a quick glimpse of his pale torso. 

'Sjin? What the hell are you doing around here? I didn't even know you knew where Nilesy's digs were!' The taller boy shifted awkwardly again, glancing at Nilesy.

'Uh nothing.'

'C'mon Sjin, tell me.' The boy moved into the doorway, almost as if he was hiding something. Sips charged forward, tussling playfully with the brunette. 'Just ... Just show me what's in the ... damn room!' He burst through, still chuckling to find a huge chocolate cake sitting in the centre of the table in Nilesy's kitchen/dining room, decorating equipment hastily abandoned, the table's clutter swept on to chairs around it. He could make out the half finished icing,

'Happy Birthday S' 

surrounded by stars. Had they actually remembered his birthday, and bothered to make him a cake? He felt his heart swell towards the two skinny boys now standing sheepishly in the doorway to the kitchen. 

'You remembered?' He was met by two loving pairs of eyes. Sjin moved first, enveloping Sips in a hug.

'Of course we did Sipsy! How could we forget?' He grinned, 'And we did have a special something planned, but I guess that's gone now.' He stepped back, only for Sips to be hugged again, Nilesy flinging himself at Sips' broad form. 

'Happy Birthday Sips.' 

He was actually happy for those to be said.

~

They ate the cake before they finished decorating it, the three boys demolishing the rich dessert. Sips learnt that Nilesy's dad was out of town for the weekend as he often was for training courses. They curled up on Nilesy's comfortable sofa, Sjin in Sips' lap while Nilesy leant on his broad shoulder in their cake induced stupor. Sips stroked small circles into Nilesy's leg, while he rested his other hand on the exposed small of Sjin's back. 

'Sjin, is it just me or is your jumper too small for you?' The brunette giggled, leaning into Sips chest.

'Yeah, I've grown again Sipsy.' The other two boy's spluttered.

'C'mon Sjin, you don't need to be any taller! Look at you, aren't you already, like, a giant or something? If anyone needs to grow here it's me and Ny! Look at us, we're like midgets compared to you!' The other boys giggled at Sips' rant, shaking the couch gently. 'You know, Sjin, we might have to check out these growth spurts. He began to tug at Sjin's jumper, the brunette raising his arms to allow Sips' work. Once the boy was free, he ran greedy hands over the pale exposed flash, Nilesy joining the foray until Sips pulled him back, helping him out of his shirt as Sjin wound his arms around his pale waist. Sips and Sjin peppered his torso with kisses, shucking the remainders of their clothes.

This had to be the best birthday yet.

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