Between the deep inhales to gain his breath and the aches in his muscles, exhaustion was something that TJ was becoming used to tonight.
At this point, a good sleep was more than welcome with open arms, but the two people that had him sandwiched in the middle of the bed still had their little fued to hash out that had to involve him.
"What'd I'd tell you, LaSalle?" Erwin mocked. "Only I can get him to scream like that!"
"That's amazing that you think that's impressive." Vince scoffed. "All that screaming doesn't mean shit if hes not screaming your name, like with me."
TJ peaked up at the two of them (damn his short height) before closing his eyes again. The two of them had always been competitive with each other. And in general, but at the moment, he was the focus on their feud after he and Lawson bumped into Vince when walking home. He should've seen it coming, having dated his friend before. Of course they'd fight over this.
He groaned as he adjusted his position between Vince and Lawson. What with them both being athletic, the two of them were fit as fuck and two towers of muscle. He wasn't complaining, oh no. He was sure that in the back of his mind this was one of his fantasies. He just wished they'd take it easier on him.
"Look, I know you guys have this weird competition going on with me, but can we pick this up tomorrow?" TJ asked. "I do have things to do, you know. And you two have practice."
Vince wasn't having any of it. "Not when Lawson had the last saw on the issue!"
"Get over it, LaSalle!" Lawson mocked.
"Listen, one of you is gonna be the one to fuck me last tonight, alright? That's how this works," TJ muttered. "Competition be damned."
he thought the matter was, for lack of better words, put to bed. While he laid between them, ready to doze off, the two on either side of them shared a look.
"Hey," he heard Lawson whispered from behind him.
"Hmm?"
"You do yoga, right?"
". . .yeah, so? My sister got me into it after our parents wanted us to spend more time together when I was like, 10."
"So you're flexible, then?"
". . .Yeah. . so?"
"How flexible?"
TJ opened his eyes and looked up at the two of them. They had that look on their faces when they were up to something, and he didn't trust either of them when they had that look, and sure as hell didn't trust them together.
"Why are you asking?" He felt Lawsons hand travel up his leg and to his inner thigh.
"Because we need you to be if we're going to feel fair about stopping," Lawson said. "You think, uh, you can take the both of us at the same time?"
"Maybe, probably, I dunno," he sighed. "But you two are gonna find out, aren't you?"
He didn't need to hear a yes from either one of them. They tarted moving him to where they needed him to be for this. That wasn't a problem, considering how strong the two of them of them were. But they were gentle, oddly enough, kissing him and running their fingers through his hair.
It wasn't as if he was one to shy away from pain during thee sorts of things, but it was if they knew this was going to painful enough and didn't want to make it worse. And they were right. There wasn't enough stretching and yoga that would make him flexible enough for this to not hurt. TJ bit down on the sheets to keep from screaming out, but they went slow enough at first to let him adjust.
Soon enough, they were going at a steady pace, and he was the usual mess when either one of them were fucking him into oblivion, which they were both happy to see. They were even more excited to hear who's name would be coming out of his mouth.