A few minutes later, Nick and Greg had moved Hodges from the living room to Greg's bedroom. They laid him out on the bed, still struggling, and Greg seized his arms while Nick held down his legs.
"You're not undressed yet, David," Greg said with mild disappointment. "I thought I told you to be naked when I got home."
Nick reached for the man's belt again. "That would be my fault," he said, pulling the belt open and unzipping the fly of his jeans. "Hodges fancied he was going to fuck me, so I had to teach him a little lesson."
Greg looked genuinely surprised. "What? Is that true?"
Slowly, Hodges nodded, glaring at Nick. "He thinks he doesn't take it up the ass, but I would've changed his mind."
In one fell swoop, Nick yanked off the trace technician's jeans and boxers. Two pairs of eyes simultaneously fixed on his cock.
"And I'm about to change yours," Nick replied, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "Once I'm inside that tight little ass, you'll be moaning my name and begging me to fuck you harder."
"Mmm," Greg breathed, glancing up at his lover. "Do it Nicky. I want to watch."
"Oh, you're gonna do more than watch," Nick told him. "I want you to strip and put on the cock ring."
"Again?" Greg asked, looking slightly apprehensive.
"Don't make me force it on you, Greg."
The young CSI stood up from the bed immediately. "Alright, alright," he said, yanking off his shirt. For the moment, Hodges seemed to have stopped struggling. Both he and Nick were enraptured watching Greg unzip his jeans and let them drop to the floor beside the bed. His boxers followed quickly after, until he was left standing before them naked as the day he was born.
Greg opened the top drawer of his bedside table and fished out the clear plastic cock ring. Slowly, he slipped it over the head of his erect penis and down to the base of his shaft.
"There. Happy?" he asked, staring at Nick.
"Very. Now get your ass over here and give me a kiss," Nick demanded, watching happily as Greg complied. Once back on the bed, the young man crawled into Nick's lap wantonly and pressed their lips together. What started out as a fairly chaste kiss soon turned into something rougher, more lustful. Hodges watched on in awe, feeling his cock harden further at the sight of Greg grinding into Nick's lap while the Texan's fingers fisted in messy hair.
"Still here, you know," Hodges said hoarsely, propping himself up on his elbows.
Greg broke the kiss to stare at their guest. "Can't wait to have Nick inside you, huh?" he asked, smirking at Hodges.
"That's not what I meant—"
"I don't blame you," Greg continued, cutting off the man's protest. "In fact, I'm a little jealous. How come you get to have all the fun?"
"Ask your boyfriend. He's the one that needs to prove his dominance over me." Hodges turned to the Texan. "Isn't that right, Stokes?"
Nick laughed haughtily. "It's called showing you who's the boss, David. Oh, and Greg," he said, glancing at the squirming boy in his lap, "don't worry. Hodges is going to fuck you while I fuck him." The young CSI's face lit up happily. He couldn't think of a more appealing notion. "Now why don't you turn on the cock ring and get in front of the two of us." Greg nodded enthusiastically and lifted himself out of Nick's lap.
As soon as Greg had rounded the bed, Nick's attention turned to the trace technician, who was laying frozen on his back. Knowing he was watching, Nick finished undressing himself, tossing his pants and boxers onto the floor beside the bed. Then, with a mischievous smirk on his face, he reached for Hodges' button up shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying in every direction. "Why don't you be a good boy, Hodges, and get on your knees for me," Nick told him, letting the man's wrecked shirt fall open to reveal the smooth, pale chest beneath.
For a moment, Hodges appeared torn between compliance and refusal. It was easy to see that he was turned on—his leaking cock was evidence enough of that—but there was still a part of him that longed to fight back. Truthfully, Nick didn't even mind. He could work with that.
"Alright Davy, let me make it easy for you," said Nick. Unexpectedly, the Texan grabbed hold of Hodges and attempted to flip him over. The trace technician was surprisingly submissive—he allowed Nick to manhandle him and even got up onto his knees willingly once he'd been rolled onto his stomach. "That's it," Nick encouraged, running his hand over Hodges' ass. Playfully, he smacked his palm against the smooth skin, earning a startled moan from the man.
Greg, who was watching the pair from in front of Hodges, had unconsciously begun to stroke himself.
"I don't see that cock ring on, Greg," Nick pointed out, casting a stern look at his lover.
Sighing, the young man did as he was told and turned the device on. Immediately, the vibrations made him whimper and throw his head back. Both Nick and Hodges greedily drank in the sight.
"Spank him again, Nicky," Greg panted. Smiling, Nick obliged, letting his hand come down a little harder this time on the creamy skin of their guest's ass. "The look on his face is so hot," said Greg, meeting David's eyes and finding lust there. "He wants you."
"Then I shouldn't keep him waiting, should I?"
Knowing where Nick was going with that statement, Greg seized the lube and a couple of condoms from his nightstand, handing them to his lover. Still fighting against the intensely arousing vibrations from the cock ring, Greg now also had to contest with the sight of Nick slicking his fingers with lube and sliding them inside of Hodges.
The noises Hodges made as Nick stretched him were some of the most erotic he had ever heard from the man. Soon enough, Hodges was trying to thrust himself further onto the CSI's fingers.
"Nick..." he keened, "just fuck me."
"So now you want my cock?" The CSI chuckled triumphantly, making Hodges scowl. Authoritatively, Nick leaned down so that his lips were close to the man's ear. "I knew it wouldn't take much to break you down," he whispered huskily. For emphasis, his fingers tweaked Hodges' most sensitive spot, making the trace technician groan and grab desperately at the bed sheets.
"Quit teasing him Nicky, look how hard he is," Greg stated, sliding his bare foot underneath Hodges to stroke the man's swollen penis.
Agreeing that it was time to stop beating around the bush, Nick opened one of the condoms and slipped it on. He handed the other one to Greg, who tore the package open and placed it over their guest's cock. Smiling, Greg leaned back against the headboard, cock ring still vibrating around him, to watch the proceedings.
Nick got into position behind Hodges, one hand grasping the trace technician's hip, the other hand guiding the tip of his penis into the man's opening. Greg thought he was going to shoot his load right then and there at the simultaneous look of ecstasy that appeared on both men's faces.
"You were right last time, Greggo," Nick gasped, sliding in further. "It is like fucking a virgin."
"That's 'cause I don't spread my legs for just anyone," said Hodges, smiling up at Greg.
Swiftly, Nick pushed in the rest of the way, completely sheathing himself inside of Hodges. When the man moaned a loud obscenity, the CSI licked his lips, which were already dry with desire. "You're damn right you don't," Nick snapped. "You belong to us now, Hodges—just like Greg belongs to me." Roughly, Nick pulled out, paused for a few moments, then plunged in again. "If you're a good boy for me tonight, I might even rephrase that sentence to say that Greg belongs to us. Would you like that?"
Desperately, Hodges nodded. "Nick, I want that. Please..."
"Tell me, David. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to say that Greg belongs to us," Hodges began, locking eyes with the subject of their desires. Teasingly, Greg's hand roamed over his own chest, pausing to pinch down hard on one of his nipples. "I want you to tell me that he's ours, that no one else can touch him, or fuck him, except for me and you..."
Greg suddenly had an idea. He grabbed the lube and slicked two of his fingers with it, then pressed them to his entrance. The look of desire in both men's eyes at the sight of Greg fingering himself was electric.
"Ohh shit," the young man moaned, digging his heels into the mattress. "Do you want me, David?" he asked, using his free hand to wiggle his cock in Hodges' direction. The fingers of his other hand continued working themselves inside of him.
"Yes. Fuck yes..." A loud moan escaped the trace technician's lips as Nick drilled into him from behind. "Get over here and ride my cock."
Greg's lips curled up into a smug grin. "Why, I'd be delighted," he said, removing his fingers from inside himself. Hurriedly, he got into position in front of Hodges with his ass up in the air and his head on the mattress. The pose left him very exposed to the man's hungry eyes, making Hodges smirk.
Mirroring what Nick had done to him earlier, Hodges let his hand come down hard on Greg's ass. The young CSI let loose a guttural moan laced with such pleasure that it startled Hodges.
"Oh yeah, I probably should have mentioned that he's really into spanking," Nick said with a laugh, still thrusting—albeit more gently—into their guest.
"Hit me again, David. Ohh, please..." Greg whined, burying his flushed face in the sheets. Hodges complied, spanking him a second, and then a third time in the same spot. Between the spanking and the cock ring, Greg was practically humping the mattress he was so turned on.
Hodges gazed in awe at the red welt that soon appeared on Greg's skin where he'd hit him. Gently, he ran his hand over the area, making the young man writhe.
"God, he's perfect," Hodges stated, seemingly to himself. It sounded almost as though he were thinking out loud without even realizing it. Still staring at Greg with rapt attention, Hodges' hands grabbed at Greg's ass and pulled the two milky cheeks apart, revealing the young man's small puckered hole slick with lube.
Nick's hands wrapped around the trace technician's torso to play with his nipples. The Texan smiled contentedly as the fleshy nubs instantly turned rock hard under his touch. "Yeah, he is, isn't he?" Nick cooed in Hodges' ear. "And he's all ours."
Wasting no time, the lab tech grasped his cock and brought it up to Greg's entrance.
"Go ahead, Davy. He's waiting for you," Nick coaxed, watching over Hodges' shoulder as the man pushed inside of Greg. At being penetrated, the young man made a highly pleasurable noise in the back of his throat.
Hodges, however, was over the moon. He'd never been in the middle of a sex sandwich before, let alone one as erotic as this. It was a few more moments before he was all the way inside Greg—at which point he already felt like he was going to come. Yet, when Nick asked if everyone was ready, then resumed his pace, the feeling only heightened. Nick's thrust into Hodges carried into Greg, making all three of them moan in unison. It was the most beautiful thing Hodges had ever taken part in.
"I bet the middle feels pretty damn good, doesn't it sugar?" Nick asked, playfully nipping at Hodges' earlobe. He then proceeded to trail wet kisses down the side of the man's neck, making the trace technician sigh in enjoyment. "Tell us what it feels like..."
Hodges licked his parched lips. "It just feels... so right," he declared, listening to Greg cry out sharply as Nick's violent thrust carried into him.
"This is where you're supposed to be," Greg whimpered, glancing over his shoulder at the two men behind him. "Here, with us." The young CSI was the picture of well-fucked—his face was flushed and sweat dripped down his forehead. All Hodges could think was that he looked absolutely perfect. Like an angel.
"Maybe it's selfish of us," Nick began, "but we don't want to share you with anyone else." Again, he plunged into the trace technician fiercely, making both Greg and Hodges moan. "You'll never want for anything ever again, David. I promise."
Compelled by the Texan's words, Hodges glanced over his shoulder and pressed his mouth to Nick's. The kiss was messy and heated, but it meant something much deeper than just lust to Hodges. It signified belonging, maybe even love. At the very least, it filled him with a sense of well-being that he wouldn't soon forget.
"Oh fuck, I need to come," Greg wailed, thrusting back onto Hodges' cock. Playfully, the trace technician gave him another slap on the ass, apparently zapping Greg's capacity for coherent speech. "Ohh, need... to... come," he panted. "Nicky please."
"Alright David, you can slip it off him," Nick permitted, observing over the man's shoulder as Hodges reached underneath Greg and pulled the cock ring off. Greg's hand immediately flew to his penis, which by that point was throbbing and painfully hard. One stroke later, he exploded onto the sheets, clutching Hodges' hand in a vice-like grip until his body finally stopped shuddering some time later.
Somewhere in the back of Hodges' mind, he knew he would never get tired of watching Greg's orgasms.
"Good boy, Greggo," said Nick, watching his lover's chest heave against the mattress. "I think you deserve a reward for being so well behaved for us."
Greg perked up immediately. "What kind of reward?"
"Patience, dear," Nick chuckled. "I'll tell you if you make David come."
"My pleasure." Slowly, Greg let Hodges' cock slip out of him. He pulled off the condom, then laid on his back with his head underneath the man's penis. Smiling up at Hodges, Greg suckled the tip into his mouth. The taste of pre-come overwhelmed his senses.
Soon enough, Hodges breathing became ragged. Nick continued thrusting, forcing Greg to take the man's cock deeper into his mouth.
"Ohh shit. Greg..." That was the only warning the young man received before Hodges was coming hard into his mouth. Feeling like putting on a particularly visceral display, Greg let the man's penis slip out of his mouth, causing the flood of semen to splash all over his face.
At that point, Hodges cried out even more roughly. Simultaneously, Nick dug his fingers into the trace technician's shoulders and drilled into him roughly, letting out an unearthly growl that signalled his release.
A few minutes later, one the room had settled, Greg poked his tongue out curiously and lapped at the sticky seminal fluid covering his face. "Do I get my reward now?" he asked, smiling innocently.
Slowly, Nick pulled out of Hodges, falling onto the mattress sleepily. "That was your reward," he said, making the trace technician laugh.
Greg shot them both a dirty look. "So basically I debauched myself for nothing?"
"Of course not," Nick stated. "It was for our viewing pleasure. And believe me, we enjoyed it, Greggo."
Hodges nodded in agreement. To show his appreciation more thoroughly, he leaned over and pressed his lips to Greg's upside down. Not only was the taste of his come in the young man's mouth, but Hodges even came away with some of it smeared over his lips. Enticingly, he licked it off with his tongue, then pressed a chaste kiss to Greg's forehead.
"We should get him cleaned up," Hodges suggested, glancing over his shoulder at Nick. "What do you say?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
The subsequent shower the three of them shared was hot and steamy—though it had little to do with the actual temperature of the water. After cleaning each other up, Hodges lined his two colleagues up against the wall of the shower and gave them each a blowjob they wouldn't soon forget.
By the time they were finished, Greg had nearly run out of hot water. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he wandered into the bedroom to change his sheets while Nick and Hodges dried each other off.
Hodges took special care to feel Nick up as much as possible while running the towel over his body. He was still amazed by the man's musculature—his strong, rugged build was so much different than that of Greg's pale, lithe form. Hodges found that he quite enjoyed the diversity.
Eventually, Nick caught on to what Hodges was up to and pinched him hard on the ass in retribution. Outwardly, the trace technician yelped and then tried to return the favour, but inwardly all he could do was smile.
The restaurant Hodges chose for lunch came as a surprise to both of his companions, who sat down almost warily at the table. As terrible as it sounded, neither of them expected him to have such good taste in fine dining.
In the past few weeks, Hodges had become shockingly adept at reading both Nick and Greg. He knew what they were thinking just then, but it didn't offend him in the least. They still harboured a few false notions about him—in particular, that he had weird taste in movies and that his board games sucked—but Hodges merely took these things in stride. After all, they had the rest of their lives to get to know each other.
And have amazing sex.
That was one thing Hodges definitely couldn't leave out. The sex. The wonderful, kinky three-way sex that just seemed to get better and better as time went on.
"Mmm. They have poppy seed almond rolls here," said Greg, pouring over the menu in front of him. Hodges couldn't help but stare at the young man. The midnight-black suit he'd worn to the restaurant hugged him in all the right places, making it very difficult for Hodges not to assault him as they'd been leaving Nick's apartment. "You know," Greg went on, "they're supposed to be a natural aphrodisiac."
"So you want to sit through the whole meal with a boner?" Nick asked, straightening his tie.
Greg smirked, still staring at the menu. "Not if someone wants to follow me into the bathroom."
Hodges had to admit, he found that idea very appealing indeed. Greg, who happened to look up at just that moment, saw it clear as day in his eyes.
"Is it the suit?" Greg asked curiously, winking at the trace technician. "'Cause you've been eye-fucking me since we left and I kinda like it."
"Get the rolls," was all Hodges replied.
Nick sighed like an exhausted mother of two unruly toddlers. Shaking his head, he flipped through his menu until their waitress came over. Nick ordered a scotch on the rocks for himself, while Hodges asked for red wine. To his colleagues surprise, when Greg opted for an apple martini, the waitress actually asked for his ID.
Nick and Hodges still couldn't stop laughing after she'd left. Greg slipped his driver's license back into his wallet, scowling at the pair. "Excuse me if I'm not over the hill yet," he stated, leaning back in his seat.
"Oh, come on darling. Even you have to admit that was funny," said Hodges, staring indulgently at Greg.
"I hope you realize she's going to spit in our food now," the young man countered, referring to their waitress. "She could see you ogling her tits, Hodges."
The lab tech crossed his arms over his chest. "I wasn't ogling."
"Just like you weren't ogling my ass in this suit?" Greg challenged, a sly smile on his lips. "Not that I minded, of course."
"The rainbow trout looks good," said Nick, apparently ignoring the bickering going on at the table. He continued leafing through his menu. "I know you two don't like fish, but I'm telling you—you're missing out."
Greg made a dismissive gesture with his head. "Fish reminds me too much of that crime scene a couple months ago at Lake Mead."
Frowning, Nick set down his menu. "Hey, didn't I say no shop talk? I thought we were here to get away from work for once."
"Except that's kind of impossible since we all work together," Hodges pointed out.
"Don't make me spank you over my knee right here," Nick threatened, though there was no real malice in his tone. Hodges found it highly amusing whenever he could get Nick to make sexual threats in public—probably because the man had such a squeaky clean image in comparison to, say, Greg, who everyone already knew was kinky as hell.
Speaking of which, a big puppy dog frown appeared on Greg's face. "Why don't you ever threaten me with spanking?" he asked the Texan.
"'Cause you'd enjoy it too much, Greggo."
Hodges chuckled, glancing at the young CSI. "In fact, I think you'd enjoy it even more if Nick bent you over his knee right here and—"
"Are you trying to make me jizz my pants?" Greg interrupted, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Maybe," Hodges teased.
"Alright, that's it," said Greg, rising to his feet swiftly. "Bathroom. Meet me there in thirty seconds and don't dawdle." Turning on his heel, he hurried off in the direction of the restrooms.
Nick smirked, gazing across the table at Hodges. "Well that was quick. He didn't even last until the drinks arrived." The trace technician shot him a desperate look. "Alright, alright—go," Nick consented. "Just be back before the waitress starts to wonder what you're doing in there."
Happily, Hodges got to his feet and left the table. As he passed by the kitchen on his way to the restrooms, all he could think was how lucky he felt to have not one, but two people that cared about him, and that he cared for in return. Two people he could do stuff like this with—two people that he respected. It wasn't just him; they were all lucky. And ironically, luck wasn't something that Hodges even thought he believed in until now.
When Hodges pushed open the bathroom door to meet Greg, it was with a beaming smile on his face.