"You're late." Spike snarled as he opened the front door.
"Yeah sorry," John Paul said as he followed the man into his living room, "Mum needed me to get some shopping for her and…"
John Paul's words were cut off as Spike grabbed his shirt and slammed him into the door, pushing it closed with the force of his actions as the air rushed from John Paul's lungs.
"I didn't ask for excuses," Spike growled at the younger man as he held him pinned against the cold wood of the door.
John Paul opened his mouth to object but then hesitated. The darkness he had mistaken for anger in Spike's eyes suddenly seemed to be something else, and the moving pressure of Spike's thigh against his groin seemed to confirm his suspicions.
"Me and Craig have been waiting… and I don't like to be kept waiting…" As he spoke Spike ran his hands along John Paul's arms, raising them up and pinning them over his head, "So I think you have to be punished."
"What did you have in mind?" John Paul asked with a heaving chest as Spike pressed firmly into his growing arousal.
Spike let go of John Paul's arms and stepped back, looking the younger man up and down, seemingly appraising him.
"Get your clothes off," he said simply. John Paul didn't react quickly enough and Spike returned to him, pulling at his shirt forcefully. "I mean NOW," he instructed.
John Paul's eyes flickered over to where Craig was watching with obvious interest and amusement as John Paul began to drop his clothes to the floor.
The two dark haired men stood silent as John Paul's naked form was quickly revealed, leaving him feeling exposed but also excited under the steady gaze of those deep brown eyes.
Spike stood in front of John Paul's naked body, his breath caressing the man's face and chest, as he looked him up and down. Once hand stroked lightly over John Paul's torso, flicking teasingly at his semi-erect cock.
"Nice," Spike commented with a smile and a slow lick of his lips, "Wouldn't you say Craig?"
Craig nodded enthusiastically as Spike's hands touched his friend intimately. Craig knew the plans for the day and it excited him to know that John Paul was completely in the dark. His lateness had given Spike the opportunity to think up a new "game" as punishment for the blonde man's tardiness.
Spike moved to the side, allowing Craig a full view of the naked John Paul, a view that he happily devoured with his eyes until the delicious scenery was once again blocked by Spike's form.
Spike grinned as he wrapped the scarf that he had pulled from a drawer around John Paul's wrists, binding them firmly together. Once the knots were secure he again raised John Paul's arms above his head, fastening the scarf to a hook embedded in the wall, a hook John Paul had never noticed before and he wondered if it was a recent addition to the rooms décor for this specific moment. Pulling the scarf taught John Paul felt himself raised to his toes, the cold wall pressing into his back as he tugged against the bindings that refused to release him, not that he tried too hard to escape from his restraints.
"You see the thing is," Spike breathed into his ear as John Paul teetered on his toes, his arms already burning from the strain pulling against them, "When you're late… you don't get to play… at least not right away… all you get to do it watch…"
Spike walked slowly over to Craig and began to peel the man's clothes from his body, dropping each item to the ground as his eyes remained locked with John Paul's.
Once Craig was naked Spike quickly threw off his own clothing and stood at Craig's back, his cock pressed hard against Craig's buttocks as his hand stroked over Craig's taught belly before cupping his balls.
Smiling slowly at John Paul Spike brushed his fingers over the head of Craig's cock, smearing the droplets of precum over his fingertip before slipping it into his mouth. His smile widened at the salty taste and the way John Paul's cock twitched at the sight.
"I'm gonna fuck Craig," Spike told him as he returned his hand to the man's firm cock, "I'm gonna fuck him hard and slow and let you watch… and maybe… just maybe… if you're good we might let you play later…"
Spike pressed against Craig's back, bending him forwards and at the same time turning his body so that they stood sideways on in John Paul's line of sight. Sinking to his knees Spike parted Craig's soft round buttocks and thrust his tongue between, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Craig's mouth.
John Paul watched with fascination as his boyfriend licked firmly around the tight puckered hole of his best friend, torn between a longing to be the one doing the licking or getting licked, his cock aching as he remained helplessly bound against the wall.
Craig gasped as Spike's fingers penetrated him deeply, stretching him and pleasuring him until he could hardly stand it.
"Ask for it Craig," Spike teased, ramming his fingers hard into Craig's hot flesh, "Beg for it."
"Oh god… fuck me Spike… please god fuck me now…"
John Paul let out a moan as Spike's hard cock plunged deeply into Craig and Craig groaned with pleasure as the thickness of Spike filled him.
"Take a look at your friend," Spike panted as he began to move in and out of the tightness of Craig's body, "Look how hard he is… just look how much seeing you getting fucked turns him on…"
Craig turned his face to John Paul, the man's brilliant blue eyes were dark with lust and his cock seemed to pulse with each thrust that slammed slow and hard into Craig's body.
"Tell him how good it feels Craig… tell him what he's missing…"
Craig's reply came in short gasps, as each powerful thrust of Spike's hips seemed to force the words from his mouth. "It feels incredible… so hard… so big… god John Paul it's so good… so amazing…"
Spike gripped Craig's hips firmly, slowly pulling back until his cock was almost out of the man and then slamming forward with force, the hard sound of skin against skin echoing around the room.
"If you hadn't been late you could have been doing this," Spike teased as he fucked Craig harder, "But now you'll just have to watch until I decide you've been punished enough!"
John Paul pulled against his restraints with growing frustration. What had started out as a pleasurable experience was rapidly becoming a torture. With each thrust of Spike's hips and each excited moan from Craig's mouth John Paul's desire to join them increased. He could see Craig's cock, hard and neglected, its head glistening with precum that made John Paul's mouth water as he imagined tasting it.
The harder John Paul tugged on the scarf that bound him the tighter his bindings became, increasing the burning pain in his arms and making his legs ache as he tried to stand tall enough to loosen the knots that held him tight. But worse than the pain in his arms or the ache in his legs was the constant heavy throbbing in his cock. The desperate need to be touched and to touch. The overwhelming urge to participate in the floorshow being played out before him.
Spike grinned as he saw John Paul's furiously straining against his restraints which encouraged him to thrust deeper and harder into the firm young flesh before him making Craig moan heavily with delight as Spike's thick cock drove deeply into his body.
Spike could feel the growing heavy throbbing of his balls and he knew, if he wasn't careful, his enjoyment could be over all too quickly, and that wasn't part of his plans.
Slapping Craig's buttocks hard enough to leave a glowing red handprint Spike slowly withdrew from the man's tight body and clawed his nails over the smooth skin of Craig's back.
"So do you think you've been punished enough?" Spike asked as he approached the suspended figure that squirmed against the wall.
"Yeah," John Paul confirmed with a low moan.
"Really? Are you sorry for being late?" Spike's fingertips played over John Paul's chest as he spoke.
"I am."
"How sorry?"
"Really sorry…" John Paul replied, gasping as Spike's fingers gripped his cock hard.
"Sorry enough to let me fuck you up against this wall right now?" Spike's hand moved up and down along the length of John Paul's cock, squeezing it temptingly with each word.
"God yeah…"
"Sorry enough to fuck Craig while I watch?"
"Definitely…"
"Nah… I'm not convinced…" Spike released his grip of John Paul's erection and stepped back. "What d'you think Craig? Do we forgive him?"
"I don't know?" Craig replied with a laugh as he stood at Spike's side, "He didn't sound VERY sorry."
"I am," John Paul insisted, "Very, very sorry, please just let me down and I'll show you…"
Spike licked his lips slowly before cupping Craig's face in his hands and kissing him firmly. John Paul could see Craig's lips part as Spike's tongue pushed deeply inside and once again he ached to be a part of that lust, to plunge his tongue into that mouth, to have Spike's tongue pushing into him, anything other than just be left to watch.
"You know what I really want?" Spike asked as he moved to stand between the two younger men, taking hold of a cock in each hand and stroking them firmly. "What I really want you to do now?"
"What?" John Paul whimpered, "Anything… I'll do anything…"
"I want you to fuck me," Spike said slowly, "Both of you… I want to feel these gorgeous hard cocks deep in my arse…"
John Paul's mouth fell open in surprise. Spike had always been the one who wanted to do the fucking, he always wanted to take possession of the other men's bodies but now, with one sentence, he had turned that around.
"I want you to fuck me so hard," Spike breathed into John Paul's ear as he began to untie his bindings, "That you can't hold back… I want to feel you come deep inside me… fast and hot… and then…" Letting John Paul's arms down Spike released the knot holding his wrists together and turned his attentions to Craig, "And then I want you to do exactly the same… well? Any objections?"
The two younger men shook their heads. They were hardly going to object to an offer like that and their eyes roamed hungrily over Spike's naked body as if seeing it for the first time.
John Paul rubbed at his arms as the blood flowing back into them made them tingle with shooting pains but Spike soon made him forget his earlier discomfort as he knelt on the floor and then placed his hands on the carpet.
Looking at the body being offered up to him John Paul swallowed heavily. Spike's buttocks were raised before him and the promise of what nestled between made John Paul's cock feel harder than it ever had before.
"What are you waiting for?" Spike asked with a deep throaty laugh, "A written invitation?"
John Paul approached Spike with a nervous caution, placing his hands lightly on the man's soft buttocks and easing them apart. Moistening his fingers John Paul pushed against the tightness of Spike's hole.
"Forget that," Spike instructed hoarsely, "Just fuck me… now…"
John Paul hesitated, but only for a second as his own physical desire was now almost uncontrollable and he quickly pushed this swollen cock against Spike's tight anus.
Spike gasped as John Paul eased into him. "Harder," he growled through gritted teeth, urging John Paul deeper into him as the sharp pain tore through his unprepared body. Spike's fingers clawed at the carpet as John Paul's hard cock drove deep into him causing him the rich pain that he relished as his body was stretched to capacity.
"God yeah," Spike growled as he pushed back against John Paul's intrusion, "Fuck me, fuck me hard…"
John Paul gripped Spike's hips tightly as he moved inside the man's hot flesh. There was no gentleness in John Paul's actions and the harder he thrust into Spike the more the man urged him on until he was fucking Spike so hard and so fast that the sweat ran down his chest and his lungs burned as he tried to pull in more and more air.
Craig stood mesmerised as the usually gentle John Paul fucked his dark haired boyfriend roughly, almost violently, a sight that Craig would have expected to find disturbing but instead he was hypnotised by the fast rhythmic motion of John Paul's body and the heavy slap as John Paul's balls slammed against Spike's body.
John Paul could feel the pressure of his climax building as he drove his cock harder into Spike's tight passage, the man's continued urgings and moans of pleasure driving him on until he could feel his desperate release imminent.
Reaching out a hand to Craig and pulling the man to him John Paul forced his lips hard against Craig's, his tongue seeking the inside of Craig's mouth with hunger as he fucked Spike with a fervour.
"Harder John Paul," Spike demanded with heavy pants, "Fuck me harder, come inside me… I want to feel you shoot your load right inside me…"
"Oh god…" John Paul's mouth broke from the passion of his kiss with Craig as his cock throbbed heavily, quickly fulfilling Spike's instructions as his shuddering body drove deep inside Spike, the heat from his cock pouring deeply into the man's flesh as he came and his hands clawing at Spike's skin until the tremendous force of his climax slowly began to subside.
"Shit that was amazing," John Paul gasped as he let his cock slowly slip from the warm housing of Spike's body.
"It wasn't bad…" Spike agreed with a deep lusty laugh, "But I think I'll reserve judgement till I try Craig out!"
As John Paul walked back from Spike with shaky legs Craig cautiously approached. The whole situation felt surreal, much as it had since the first time that Spike had whispered into his ear that he planned to fuck him, but Craig's cock didn't intend to give him time to think, it wanted to know how it felt to be inside Spike's hot body and Craig's mind was relegated to a bystander as he knelt behind Spike and rested his hands on the warm softness of his buttocks.
"Not nervous are you Craig?" Spike taunted as the younger man stroked his buttocks slowly, "Big man like you… got nothing to be nervous about!" Emphasising the word big Spike grinned to himself. "Come on Craig… show me what you're made of…"
Swallowing hard Craig eased Spike's buttocks apart, staring in fascination at the glistening liquid that already coated his tight puckered opening. Pushing the head of his cock forward Craig slowly covered its tip in the sticky fluid, the very idea of John Paul's come on his cock filled him with such overwhelming lust that he rammed himself hard into Spike without another moments hesitation.
Spike gasped at the sudden force slamming into him, groaning as Craig's cock plummeted deep into his flesh with a force that he had never expected of the young man.
"That's it Craig," Spike panted as his body was invaded over and over by the thick firmness of Craig's eager cock, "Show me what you've got… Show John Paul what you've got… you know how much he's enjoying watching you right now…"
As Craig continued to drive his cock into Spike he turned his head to judge the truth behind the older man's words and was rewarded by the deliciously sinful smile that played over John Paul's lips.
John Paul's smile widened as he saw Craig looking at him.
"Fuck him," John Paul urged breathlessly, "Fuck him hard… really hard…"
John Paul knew all too well how wonderful it felt to be deep inside Spike's body and he watched with a vicarious pleasure as Craig gripped the man's hips, thrusting himself harder and faster into the body that shook with the force of each impact.
Craig tried not to compare his current sexual encounter with the times he had been with Sarah but he couldn't help but contrast how different those experiences were. He couldn't count the number of times he had longed to grab her and release his pent up desires with fury, but he had always felt unable to express his true needs, feeling that the gentleness she loved outweighed his own passions. With Spike he was given so such restrictions and he groaned loudly as his cock slammed deep into him, hard and fast, over and over until the sweat ran over him and his breath came in short hot pants.
Spike's chest heaved as he moaned in chorus with Craig's groans. He had never expected the young man to let go of his inhibitions so completely and Spike felt as it he had unleashed a monster. An amazing sexual monster that was fucking him with such fervour Spike knew neither of them would be able to keep up the pace for long.
Curling one hand around his hard throbbing cock Spike stroked himself slowly. His cock and balls ached with the urgent need for satisfaction but he teased himself with a painfully gentle touch, the complete opposite of the crazed thrusts that drove into him.
"Oh god…" Craig's voice shook at the intense pressure building deep inside his cock, a need that screamed through every fibre of his body until he could contain it no longer.
"Go on Craig," Spike encouraged as he felt the hands gripping tightly to his hips start to shake and the whole body fucking him begin to tremble. "Let it go… let me feel you come inside me… just like John Paul did…"
The thought of his come mixing with John Paul's inside Spike's hot tight passage made Craig cry out loudly, his fingers sinking deep into the softness of Spike's fleshy hips as he thrust harder and faster than he ever thought he could. The pressure inside his cock seemed to be released with a sudden explosion as he drove himself deeper and he yelled out his climax as the heat of his orgasm filled the depths of Spike's body.
It took a few minutes for Craig's shuddering to subside and he slowly withdrew from the tightness that had pleasured him, falling back on his heels with a surprise and satisfied sigh.
"Not bad," Spike said as he slowly got to his feet, stretching his back as he stood and running his hand over his still proud throbbing erection. "Now I think it's my turn!"
John Paul and Craig looked at each other expectantly as they waited to see what Spike wanted of them next, both knowing that whatever the older man demanded neither of them refuse.
"On your knees, both of you… there…" Spike pointed at the spot on the carpet before him and both men quickly shuffled into position, their faces upturned to gaze at the man towering above them.
"Now you've both been very good," Spike said with a deep lusty smile, "REALLY good, I honestly didn't think you'd have it in you… or in me!" Spike laughed at his own joke, his hand constantly pulling on his cock before the two gorgeous faces in front of him, touching it to their mouths and cheeks without giving them permission to react. "You have no idea how hard I had to fight coming when you were both fucking me… but I wanted this… I wanted to come like this…"
As he spoke Spike's hand ran faster and faster over his cock, bringing forward the climax that he had been holding back, watching the two men's bright eyes devouring the length of his cock and remembering the feeling of them both pounding into him.
Spike's free hand grabbed at John Paul's shoulder for support as his body began to shake with excitement, his cock pulsing heavily in his hand until the first strands of his climax escaped from its tip, splattering hotly against Craig's lips. Craig's tongue slipped out to taste at the hot liquid running down his face as more quickly followed. Turning his hips Spike groaned in satisfaction as more of his come rained down on the beauty of John Paul's face, thick rivulets of the sticky liquid soon coating both young men's faces as Spike milked the last drops from his pleased cock.
Dipping his finger in the come on John Paul's face Spike pushed it between the man's lips, smiling as John Paul sucked against the finger, lapping at Spike's salty lust.
Stepping back Spike let out a laugh. He had never expected that those two men would prove to be so very enjoyable.
"You'd better get cleaned up," Spike told them with a grin, "It's only early, I thought we could go to the Loft for a pint."
---
Three young men sat around a table in a darkened corner of the Loft, each had their fingers curled around the neck of a lager bottle and, to any casual observer, they looked like any other group of men on a night out.
Taking a slow drink from his bottle Spike struggled to stifle a giggle as two young women passed their table, casting admiring glances in their direction. Of course the women weren't to know that two of the men at the table were gay and the third in a steady long-term relationship, and besides, it never hurt to be admired, who ever it was by.
"If only they knew," Spike grinned to himself.
"Who? Knew what?" John Paul asked.
"This lot in here…" Spike glanced around the room before returning his gaze to his gorgeous blonde boyfriend and the equally delectable dark haired man that sat between them. "If they knew what we'd been doing a couple of hours ago!"
John Paul laughed. "I don't think they'd ever believe you."
"True… what d'ya reckon Craig? Shall I tell someone… see if they believe me?"
"Don't even joke about it…" Craig said with a serious glare. It wasn't that he was ashamed of what he was doing with John Paul and Spike exactly, but equally it wasn't something he wanted broadcasting to the nation either, especially not at the risk of his girlfriend ever finding out.
"What about him?" Spike nodded to the bar where Warren Fox was playing his usual role of Lord of the Manor. "He looks like he'd be up for a bit of fun… how about I tell him?"
"Spike behave," John Paul warned with a smile.
"Oh come on!" Spike complained, "Look at him… don't tell me you haven't thought about it… don't you want to know what he keeps hidden inside those tight jeans."
"Spike!" John Paul's face flushed slightly and he turned his attention to his drink.
"Oh my god YOU HAVE!" Spike laughed in triumph, "Our John Paul fancies a bit of Foxy action eh? Shall I go and invite him over."
"Spike stop it!" John Paul tried to glare warningly at his boyfriend but the glare was lost behind the laughter in his eyes.
"What about you Craig?" Spike continued, "You think we should invite Warren over to play?"
Craig shrugged as he took a drink of his lager.
"Still… I suppose me and John Paul are more than enough for you right now!"
"Shhh," Craig hissed under his breath, "Someone might hear."
"And?"
"And I don't want people knowing…"
"Oh Craig… are you ashamed of me… I'm so hurt!"
"Spike leave him alone…"
"Ahh he knows I'm only teasing…don't you Craig?"
"Suppose," Craig kept his attention fixed firmly to the tabletop. Sometimes Spike could be a right pain, just as well he had other attributes that more than made up for it.
"What about Sarah?" Spike leant close in on the table, his breath hot over Craig's face.
"What about her?" Craig asked as his eyes snapped up to meet Spikes.
"Maybe I should tell her…"
"That's not even funny…"
"It's not a joke… what d'you think eh?" Spike's voice lowered into a deep conspiratorial tone. "What d'you think Sarah would say if I told her how much her boyfriend loves getting fucked up the arse?"
"Lay off," Craig growled.
"Spike leave it," John Paul echoed.
"What? I'm curious… I wonder how she'd feel if I told her how her loyal fella can't get enough of a big hard dick inside him… how he loves it so much he begs to be fucked…" Spike laughed as he saw the anger sparkle in Craig's eyes. He knew he should stop, he knew he was getting Craig more and more angry. But it wasn't just anger he saw in Craig's eyes and Spike couldn't resist seeing how far he could take it.
"Maybe she'd like the idea," Spike continued, "I mean John Paul loves watching me fuck you… p'raps Sarah would too… should I invite her around Craig, what d'you think? Shall I ask Sarah if she wants to see you get a good hard fucking?"
John Paul watched with fascination at the power play between his two lovers. He knew how much Spike was getting off on winding Craig up and part of him felt he should intercede, but a larger part of him wanted to know how far Craig would be willing to let this carry on.
"Then again, maybe she'd like to join in." Craig's eyes widened at Spike's words. "Has she ever let you take her up the arse Craig? I bet you've wanted to… I bet you've wanted to force her face into a pillow and really go to town on that soft little backside of hers…"
"Just stop it," Craig snapped, "You're pushing it too far…"
"Am I?" Spike said slowly, "You see the funny thing is… your mouth's saying stop…" Without warning Spike's hand gripped tightly around Craig's groin, confirming his suspicions of what he expected to find there. "But your dick's saying carry on…"
Craig swallowed heavily, he didn't remember Spike lowering his zip but the man's fingers had somehow wormed their way inside his jeans, caressing his cock as surely as his words were.
"Would you like to watch me give her a good seeing to Craig?" Spike's fingers moved firmly over the length of Craig's cock as he spoke. "You can already picture it can't you… we could bend her over this table and you could watch while I ram my dick right into that tight little hole… is she a moaner Craig? Would she moan as my dick's filled her arse? Would she beg for more like you do..?"
"Spike I think you're taking this too far," John Paul said with concern.
"Am I Craig… is it too much?" Craig gasped as his cock was exposed to the air, Spike's hand moving quickly over it making Craig's body tremble with anticipation. "Tell me you want me to stop Craig and I will… but you don't want that do you? You like the thought of me fucking your girlfriend… go on say it… say you'd like to see me fuck her hard…"
Craig's fingers clawed at the table top, his breath was coming in short laboured gasps and his eyes were half closed.
"Don't stop," he whispered shakily, "I wanna… I wanna see you fuck Sarah… god I wanna see you fuck her so hard…"
Spike laughed as he increased the speed with which he was pleasuring Craig's cock.
"It seems a bit unfair that we're leaving John Paul out of this though… I mean I'm getting to fuck that lovely tight arse of hers… and all the time that pretty mouth's going to waste! I think you'd like to see John Paul feed his dick into that mouth wouldn't you… pushing it deep into her throat… god I can almost hear her gagging on it… I'm fucking her really hard now and she's trying to moan but her mouth's so full of John Paul's big hard dick that she can't get the sound out… you know how that feels don't you Craig? How it tastes… Can you see it Craig? Can you see the two of us fucking your girlfriend hard… can you hear her moaning around the thickness of John Paul's dick cause she's loving it so much?"
"Oh fuck…" Craig's body shuddered violently in his seat and hit bit down on his lip to hold back his cries as he came, his cock shooting out its hot desire against the underside of the table.
Spike laughed as Craig slumped back in his seat. Lifting his hand back to the tabletop Spike slowly licked at the drops of come that were spattered over it.
"You really are evil," John Paul said with an amused shake of his head.
"I know," Spike agreed with a wicked grin, "But you're not really complaining are you!"
"You wouldn't really…" John Paul paused.
"What shag Sarah?"
"Yeah…"
"Nah… I mean she's a nice enough girl… but she's not really my type! Him on the other hand," Spike nodded towards Warren, "Him I wouldn't say no to!"
"Me neither," John Paul agreed with a laugh.
"So… you two fancy staying over at mine tonight?"
John Paul and Craig exchanged a glance before turning their faces to Spike and nodding their agreement, not that there was ever any doubt they would say yes.
---
John Paul was always surprised by the size of Spike's bed. He didn't know if such a thing as King Sized Plus existed, but if it did then this was it. And, as three somewhat merry men collapsed onto the oversized mattress John Paul wondered, not for the first time, how many other occasions Spike had "entertained" more than one guest in that very bed.
What surprised John Paul about his thought wasn't so much the lack of shock at the idea, he had long gotten past that, nor was it the lack of any hint of jealousy, but rather it was how stimulating he found it. He had never expected that seeing his boyfriend with someone else would cause him such arousal but it seemed that even the idea of it could get his pulse racing. The thought of Spike's firm toned body, tattoos glistening with sweat as he revelled in the pleasure of another man's flesh brought a flush to John Paul's face and a firmness to his groin.
"What are you thinking about that's put that grin on your face?" Spike asked with a chuckle as he rolled onto his stomach.
"Nothing," John Paul lied, his blush growing deeper as the images of Spike's naked body filled his mind.
"You sure?" Spike ran a teasing finger along John Paul's thighs, watching with satisfaction as John Paul swallowed heavily. "Because you KNOW you can tell me… in detail!"
John Paul laughed. "Play your cards right and I might just show you!"
"Promises, promises!"
"When you to have quite finished," Craig interrupted with a pout.
"Now look what you've done," John Paul said accusingly, "You've made Craig feel all left out."
With a loud laugh John Paul rolled towards his dark haired friend and covered his face with sloppy kisses.
"Geroff me you idiot," Craig giggled pushing the man, who reminded him of a slobbering puppy, away with a gentle shove.
"If you two don't mind," Spike said with a grin, "How d'you fancy getting comfy and watching a movie."
"Ohh have you got Die Hard?"
"Craig… we are NOT watching Die Hard," John Paul sighed.
"I LIKE Die Hard," Craig insisted with another pout.
"I don't have Die Hard," Spike interrupted, "But I think I can offer something we'll all enjoy."
--
There was something slightly bizarre about sitting naked in Spike's gigantic bed flanked on either side by a gorgeous naked man. Bizarre but exciting, John Paul decided as he leaned back into the pile of pillows behind his head smiling, first at Spike on his right, and then at Craig on his left.
The thick duvet was pulled up to the men's waists and they all settled in to the warmth and comfort of the bed.
"Ready?" Spike asked picking up the remote control, a question that received nodded heads in response.
Spike grinned for a moment as he looked at the two young men beside him. They were both so different, the pale and dark skins contrasting as sharply as the rich brown and soft blue eyes did. But what Spike noticed mostly about them was something he had seen the very first time he saw them together. Spike saw their closeness. He was almost certain that they didn't even realise it themselves, the touches that would linger longer than absolutely necessary, the smiles that would widen at the sight of each other and the longing in their eyes when circumstances kept them apart.
The bond Spike saw was what encouraged him to suggest bringing Craig into their bed in the first place. Something had told him instinctively that John Paul would jump at the idea and that Craig would be quickly persuaded, and Spike had been right.
Spike also suspected that it was that very same bond that would one day take John Paul away from him. One day… but not today.
Spike hit play on his remote control and set the handset aside.
After a second the large TV screen at the end of the bed jumped into multi-coloured life and John Paul felt a renewed flush to his cheeks and a fresh stirring in his loins.
"Wow," Craig breathed with wide-eyed fascination.
"Thought you'd like it," Spike replied with a mischievous grin.
"It's… very…" John Paul struggled to find the words, "Graphic…"
"It's fucking hot," Craig blurted out, much to the amusement of his two companions.
"Eloquently put," Spike laughed as he settled back to enjoy the vision that filled his large TV screen.
John Paul's mouth hung slightly open as the toned naked man in the film quickly, and forcefully, impaled his companion, ramming his impressive cock deep into the man's body causing cries of pleasure from both of them.
Craig swallowed hard as the man receiving what looked to be a rather enjoyable fucking soon had a second cock thrust into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge as he gagged against its size. Craig could feel his pulse racing as the vision on the TV screen brought back memories of a similar experience of his own, and he could almost feel the thickness of Spike's cock penetrating him as he suck greedily on the length of John Paul.
Spike grinned as he watched his two bedmates from the corner of his eye. He had known exactly what showing them this film would do to them and he was content to quietly observe for a while.
John Paul could feel his cock hardening with every passing second, as his eyes remained glued to the erotic sight before him. Without even thinking John Paul let his hand wander over Craig's thigh, stroking up it and finding an arousal as firm as his own which he gripped with glee.
Craig gasped as John Paul's hand grabbed onto him and he wasted no time in returning the favour, running his hand up and down the length of John Paul's hard throbbing cock in time to the fucking that was happening on the screen before them.
Spike could see the movement of the duvet and his grin widened. As much as he didn't want to disturb the two men, nor did he want to miss the show and so, slowly and carefully Spike peeled back the cover until both men's groins were revealed, hands stimulating each other frantically as the men on the TV moaned and yelled out their pleasure.
John Paul's chest was heaving as Craig's hand eased his foreskin back and forwards over the head of his cock, his thumb occasionally passing over the tip to smear his precum liberally around it.
Craig gulped as John Paul's fingers tightened on him, running faster and faster and the man on the TV increased the speed of his thrusts.
Spike touched himself lightly; he was enjoying the show and didn't want his entertainment to end prematurely.
"Craig wants you," Spike said leaning to the side and breathing hotly into John Paul's ear, "He wants you inside him… look at him John Paul… look how much he wants you to fuck him…"
Spike's words seemed hypnotic and, as John Paul turned his head to Craig, the dark haired boy was turning to face him, his eyes glowing almost black with lust.
No more words needed to be spoken as John Paul got to his knees and moved to kneel between Craig's parted thighs. Placing his hands on each side of Craig's hips John Paul leant forward to press his mouth hard against Craig's lips. Craig moaned into John Paul's mouth, wrapping his arms around the man's back and bucking his hips to force their hard cocks together.
John Paul plunged his tongue deep into the heat of Craig's mouth where it was sucked gratefully as Craig's fingers clawed at John Paul's bare back.
Spike watched mesmerised as the two younger men pressed their bodies hard together, their erections fighting between them as they kissed with a frantic desperate hunger.
John Paul broke from the kiss with heavy pants, his need for Craig, to be inside Craig was too great to fight and he quickly raised the man's legs high to reveal the location of his desire.
Pushing apart Craig's buttocks John Paul drove his tongue deep inside, lapping at the rich taste of his flesh and circling around the tight puckered hole nestled at the centre.
Craig's fingers curled into the bedding as John Paul's tongue pressed harder against him, forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle and making him cry out with unashamed pleasure as the heat of John Paul's tongue entered him.
Spike's hold on his cock was tightening with every passing second as he watched his boyfriend licking hungrily at the anus of another man, mentally urging him on, wanting to witness that moment of penetration, wanting to hear Craig cry out as John Paul's cock was buried deep inside him.
Spike didn't have long to wait as John Paul's needs were as hot and fevered as his own and he soon lined the head of his cock against Craig's moist opening, pushing slowly as Craig's body opened up to him.
Craig held his breath and lifted his hips higher as the thickness of John Paul's cock stretched him open, sending a momentary pain through his flesh that was forgotten seconds later as the first rush of pleasure devoured him.
Spike moved position quietly, watching with wide lust heavy eyes as John Paul's cock forced its way into the tightness of Craig's body. Spike knew just how good that body felt and he knew exactly why the volume of John Paul's moans increased as he began to ride Craig's hot tight flesh.
Craig's hands grabbed at John Paul's buttocks, pulling the man harder against him, urging him deeper and faster with every thrust until both men glistened with sweat and the room was heavy with the sounds of their moans.
John Paul's mouth collided hard against Craig's, kissing him with urgency as their bodies moved faster, he could feel the pressure of his climax building inside him but he wanted to make Craig come, he wanted to hear that man scream his name in such a moment of perfect ecstasy.
Kissing his lover passionately John Paul gripped onto Craig's throbbing cock, stroking it fast as he continued to fuck him hard. Craig's nails clawed at the pale skin of John Paul's buttocks, leaving red streaks of lust along them as he writhed in unobtainable pleasure.
"Oh god John Paul…" the words fell from Craig's mouth in a gasp as the combined pleasures of John Paul's cock inside him and John Paul's hand around him brought him to satisfaction.
John Paul drove himself harder into Craig's body as he felt the man begin to tremble. Craig's body shook as his climax built until he was shuddering violently and calling out John Paul's name, the heat of his orgasm pouring from his cock and coating his belly.
Craig's body hadn't stopped convulsing when John Paul came. Thrusting himself hard and fast, as the pressure of his cock seemed to explode in a sensation of pure physical joy, pulsing and throbbing inside the hot tight passage that gripped him, filling it with the essence of his desire.
"God John Paul I love you," Craig breathed as the man fell against him, holding each other close as they waited for the hit of their satisfaction to pass.
As John Paul slowly pulled back from Craig he caught site of Spike, still kneeling on the bed with his hard throbbing erection in his hand.
With a smile John Paul pushed his boyfriend onto his back. "Allow me," he said with a grin as his mouth quickly covered the head of Spike's cock.
Spike closed his eyes as the heat of John Paul's mouth consumed him. His tongue licking over the length of Spike's cock before taking the head back between his lips.
"I think you need some help with that," Craig said with a deep throaty laugh as he shuffled over to the prone body of Spike.
Raising his head Spike watched as the tongues of his companions danced and duelled over his cock, almost kissing each other around him as they licked and sucked over his entire length. Letting his head sink back into the softness of the pillows Spike allowed the wondrous sensation wash over him as first one mouth and then the other sucked against him. Spike had no idea whose mouth he was fucking at any time and he really didn't care.
Spike moaned as his cock was sucked deeply into a hot mouth, his entire length consumed as the second mouth nibbled and licked at his balls. Bucking his hips to fuck the face of whichever of his companions was sucking him Spike gasped as a firm tongue pushed against his anus, lapping at it and making him moan with pleasure.
John Paul sucked hard against he fullness of Spike's cock, his tongue teasing over its tip and running over its sides as his head bobbed up and down against it. Craig forced his tongue against Spike's opening, moistening it with his saliva until he judged it ready at which time he slammed his finger hard inside. Spike cried out at the sudden rough intrusion, pushing back against the finger that violated his body in a need to take it deeper.
With a satisfied smile Craig pushed a second finger alongside the first and then a third, watching with fascination as Spike's body stretched to accommodate him.
Spike's moans of pleasure echoed around the room as Craig fucked him hard with his hand and John Paul sucked his cock firmly.
"Oh fuck… god yes…"
Spike's body shook with involuntary spasms as his climax poured into John Paul's mouth, filling it and trickling slowly down his throat. Sucking hard John Paul consumed every drop of Spike's orgasm, only letting his cock fall from his lips once Spike relaxed against the bed completely spent.
"I think the film's finished," Spike panted as his two lovers collapsed by his side.
"Never mind," John Paul laughed, "We'll just have to watch it another time."
"Definitely," Craig agreed, "Have you got many others?"
"Plenty," Spike assured him, "plenty!"
As much as he tried John Paul couldn't keep his eyes open and, as his head rested lightly on Craig's shoulder and Spike's arm lay across his middle John Paul gave in to his body's need for sleep.
Craig turned his head so that his cheek lay against the warmth of John Paul's hair, breathing in deeply the fresh scent of the man as sleep began to call him.
Spike could feel the slow rise and fall of John Paul's steady breathing as he drifted into a contented sleep and he smiled. He'd always known there was more to John Paul and Craig's relationship that either of them had admitted but, in a moment of passion, Craig had let slip the one thing Spike knew John Paul wanted more than anything.
Closing his eyes Spike was the last one to let sleep claim him and it took him with contentment in his chest. He didn't love John Paul but he was glad to know that someone did.