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Hayden Pike was excited. He was so excited. This was the best week ever. He’d turned thirty on Saturday, and his wedding anniversary with Jackie was on Tuesday. And she’d given him the absolute best present he’d ever gotten: a hall pass.
You know, a hall pass. That thing where, even though you’re in a relationship, your partner is ok with you banging that one particular person you’ve picked, because they’re so special. In Hayden’s case, that person was Shane Hollander.
Shane was his best friend and had come up from Juniors with him. They’d played together in Montreal since they were drafted at seventeen and eighteen, respectively. Shane was also an absolute smoke show, and Hayden had always known it, but he’d been with Jackie since he was twenty, long before he’d realized that he could want to fuck guys.
Yeah, Hayden had been a late bloomer on that front. But he’d made up for lost time, at least conceptually. He watched gay porn, both with and without Jackie. They sometimes ogled guys together when they were out.
But Hayden had never slept with a man. Because, again, he’d been with Jackie practically since his balls dropped.
Which brought him to his birthday/anniversary present: Shane. Jackie had actually approached Shane on her own, making an indecent proposal without Hayden knowing what she was planning, and presented it to Hayden as a done deal: “Saturday night, you have a hot date with Shane. A sex date.” He’d simply stared at her, open-mouthed, for a good thirty seconds until the baby had screamed from the other room.
The only trouble with this plan was: Ilya. Ilya refused to let Shane fuck someone without him present.
Ilya had invited himself on their sex date. Rather impolitely.
“You think I let you fuck my Shane, Pike? Without me? Chush’ sobach’ya. You fuck him with me or you don’t fuck him at all.”
So now somehow, Hayden found himself leaving an Italian restaurant with his best friend and…his best friend’s fiance. His very irate fiance. To go have sex.
“…told you,” Rozanov was lecturing him as they climbed into the man’s SUV – because yes, Ilya had insisted that he drive – “you watch porn, fine, good. But you must do. Is like a slapshot: muscle memory. You will suck at this. Many times.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “You will not get many times to suck, actually. You get one time. Tonight. That’s all. So yes, you will suck.”
From the passenger seat, Shane snickered. “Well, somebody’s definitely going to be sucking tonight.”
Hayden leaned forward from his position in the backseat to smack his best friend in the shoulder. “That’s what she said. Or…he said? How do you make that joke when you’re bi?”
Rozanov snorted. “Baby bi. Ridiculous.”
“Hey, he’s gotta start somewhere,” Shane protested helpfully. “Even you had a first time.” He laughed. “Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Rozanov cast him a dark glance. “You think this is funny because you are drunk.”
“Um, only a little,” Shane countered. “And in my defense, that wine was good. Plus, I mean, have you seen Hayden’s lips? I want those wrapped around my -”
“Yes,” Rozanov interrupted shortly. “You’ve said.” He looked at Hayden in the rearview mirror. “Well, Pike? You gonna suck dick?”
Hayden swallowed uneasily. “I mean…yeah.” And he was. At least, he was gonna try. He just wasn’t sure he was going to be any good at it; sometimes he still gagged while brushing his teeth. Jackie found it hilarious to remind him of that when he asked for a blowjob.
Rozanov nodded. “Good.” And that, apparently, was that as far as he was concerned; he focused his attention on navigating back toward Shane’s cottage.
****
Hayden stood in Shane’s bedroom, staring awkwardly at his best friend and his frenemy. “So, do we like…?” He gestured to his pants, hoping that got the message across.
“Oh my god, you are bad at this,” snarked Rozanov. “How the fuck you have four kids?” He shook his head. “It’s like you’ve never fucked before.”
“Well, excuse me if this is sort of new!” Hayden shot back. “Not all of us have been fucking men since we were twelve. And I hear you weren’t too good at it back then, either.”
Rozanov spun on Shane. “You told him about that?”
Shane bit his lip. “It came up?” he said hopefully, as if that would explain everything.
Rozanov threw up his hands and scoffed. “I told you: you must practice. I have much practice. Pike…does not. He will suck. You sure you want to fuck him?”
Shane side-eyed Rozanov. “Well, I was hoping he’d fuck me, but…”
“What?” Rozanov and Hayden said in unison.
Shane blinked, looking from one man to the other. “What, what? I thought that was obvious!”
“Was not obvious,” Rozanov said with a scowl.
“Kinda wasn’t, bud,” Hayden agreed, though it pained him to agree with Rozanov on anything. “I didn’t think, uh…” He shot a look at Rozanov, who looked like he wanted to Hulk-smash something. “Didn’t think Rozanov would be ok with that.”
“Oh,” Shane said, “well if you don’t want to, you don’t -”
“Oh, I want to,” Hayden interrupted before he could even get the rest of the sentence out. “I mean, your ass, dude! That’s some cake!”
“Oh god, don’t try to be cool,” Rozanov groaned, wiping a hand down his face. “And no, I am not ok with it. I fuck Shane. You can…I don’t know, suck his dick, I guess.” He sighed and pulled his black t-shirt over his head. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Hayden cocked a brow in the most supercilious look he could muster. “And then what, you’ll suck my dick?”
Rozanov’s only response was a roll of his eyes as he dropped his shirt on the ground where he stood.
“He’s really good at sucking dick,” Shane contributed brightly. “Taught me everything I know.”
“I’m not sucking his dick.”
“Well,” Hayden said, quite reasonably he felt, “I’ve gotta get off somehow. And Jackie promised Shane said we could have sex.”
“I did!”
“You’re not fucking Shane,” Rozanov insisted. He grabbed Shane by the back of his head and planted a possessive kiss on his lips. “He wouldn’t enjoy it, anyway. You have small dick.”
“How the fuck would you know?” Hayden challenged. “We’ve never even played on the same team.”
Rozanov snorted. “Everyone knows. We all laugh.”
“What?” Hayden said, aghast.
Shane smacked Rozanov in the chest with the back of his hand. “Oh my god, don’t make up lies.” He looked at Hayden and offered a reassuring smile. “Nobody talks about your dick. Besides, it’s a fine dick. Just fine.”
“Just fine,” Rozanov snickered, holding his index finger and thumb an inch apart demonstratively.
“Oh, fuck you!” Hayden snapped. He’d show Rozanov how good his dick was! Before his nerves could get the better of him, he undid his fly and shoved his pants and underwear down.
Unfortunately, he had failed to consider that the Risky Business look, with his socks and white oxford shirt but no pants, was less than sexy.
Shane cupped a hand over his mouth to stifle his slightly tipsy giggle. “BAH bah bah bah bah-bah-bah-bah,” he sang the opening riff to Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll, shaking his hips.
Hayden ripped off his shirt, a button pinging across the room, balled it up, and tossed it at his best friend’s head. “Asshole.”
“Socks off, too,” Rozanov commanded, twitching a finger in his direction. “Socks aren’t sexy.”
“Fuck off.” Nevertheless, Hayden pulled off his socks and balled them together, dropping them to the floor and then just…standing. He had no idea what to do with his hands. Or his legs. His dick, affected by his nerves, was most decidedly not hard, which meant Rozanov was almost certainly laughing at him, but he wasn’t going to look and make sure. He stared at the floor.
“Hey,” Shane said softly. He pulled away from Rozanov and cupped Hayden’s cheek. “You’re fine.” Only his best friend could look at him and immediately know how self-conscious he was. “Can I kiss you?”
Hayden nodded wordlessly, lifting his eyes to meet Shane’s. Shane gave him a small, reassuring smile and leaned in, lightly pressing his lips to Hayden’s.
Lightning shot through him and he moaned into his friend’s mouth. From a few feet away, Rozanov grunted what could have been approval or disgust.
Shane backed away from Hayden too soon, and he started to protest but stopped when he realized that Shane was unbuttoning his shirt. Oh. Oh. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Shane naked hundreds of times, but this time was different. He got to look.
And look, he did. Hayden, frankly, stared. Shane’s abs had abs. His cum gutters were sharp enough to kill a man.
Was Hayden drooling? He thought he was probably drooling.
“Close your mouth,” Rozanov ordered, flapping a hand at him. “These are hardwood floors, they can’t get wet.”
Hayden snapped his mouth shut and directed a dark look at the other man.
“Be nice, Ilya,” Shane said with a glare.
“Am very nice,” the Russian muttered, reaching for Shane’s sleeve and helping him tug his shirt the rest of the way off in a move so automatic that Hayden suspected it was something they did every day. He leaned down and kissed his fiance hard until Shane wilted in his arms. “See? Am very nice,” he said smugly, swiping a thumb against the corner of Shane’s mouth.
“Am I just gonna stand here, the only one naked?” Hayden asked, faking confidence and resisting the urge to cup a defensive hand over his junk. “Or are you two going to join me?” He narrowed his eyes. “Well, actually, Rozanov can stay dressed for all I care.”
“Mudak.” Hayden assumed that wasn’t a pleasant reply, but Rozanov did start stripping off his pants as, beside him, Shane did the same. Moments later, both men stood before him in nothing but tight boxer-briefs. They exchanged a look. Shane nodded. Rozanov scowled, no surprise there, but allowed Shane to snuggle up to him and cup his ass.
Rozanov had a hockey ass, just like Shane and Hayden. Which meant that – Hayden shuddered to think it – it was hot as fuck.
The men across from him kissed again, tongues visible in the in-between space for just a moment, and Shane pressed himself against his fiance.
Fine. It was hot. Like live porn. Fuck Rozanov for being hot. In spite of his distaste for one of the involved parties, Hayden felt his dick stiffening. Absently, he dropped a hand to it and lightly touched himself as he watched.
Shane’s hands tightened on Rozanov’s ass, while the Russian aggressively palmed the back of Shane’s head to hold on to him. Their hips undulated gently together, and Hayden heard a muffled moan, though he couldn’t tell who from.
Shane pulled back a bare inch and reached a hand out to Hayden. “Come on.”
Hayden resisted the urge to point at himself and ask Me? Instead, he approached the couple and hovered uncertainly two inches away from them.
Abruptly, Shane pulled back further from Rozanov and bent to shimmy off his underwear, putting his face even with his fiance’s dick, which he mouthed hotly through the cotton. Rozanov’s eyes drooped shut and he tipped his head back.
Shane straightened and shot Hayden a wink, dangling his boxer-briefs in front of Rozanov’s nose for a second before dropping them. “Lose the undies, sweetheart,” he directed.
“‘Undies’,” Rozanov scoffed as he nevertheless did exactly as directed. His underwear fell to the ground and he turned, flashing his semi-hard dick at Hayden. “Is impressive, no?” he said proudly, gesturing to it.
Hayden snorted. “Whatever.” He cut his eyes to Shane. “I’ve got better things to look at.”
Shane grinned. “Hear that, Ilya? He said my dick is better!” He attempted to helicopter his dick childishly but was hampered by its hardness. “Oops,” he laughed as it just smacked wetly against his stomach.
Hayden, unable to resist, copied the move with somewhat better results, since he, unlike Shane’s horny ass, wasn’t fully hard yet. Shane snickered.
“Children,” Rozanov said repressively. “So, are we fucking or what?”
Hayden grinned at him. “Hell yeah. I’m fucking Shane.”
Rozanov took a threatening step toward him. “You’re not fucking Shane.”
“Am too.”
“Not.”
“Too.”
“Um, guys?” Shane broke in. “How about Shane decides who fucks Shane?”
They both turned to him expectantly. “Well?” Rozanov said after a second, when Shane didn’t go on.
Shane’s eyes widened. “Oh. I didn’t think that would actually get your attention that well.” He thought for a second. “How about we pretend it’s kindergarten and you take turns?”
“What?” Hayden asked, blinking. “Like, one thrust each at a time?”
“No, dumbshit,” Rozanov snapped. “You fuck him for the thirty seconds it takes you to nut, then I fuck him and actually get him off.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“You use condom.” Rozanov’s face sharpened into a smile. “Then I breed him.”
“Holy shit,” Shane breathed, eyes going half-lidded.
“Hey, I’m clean,” Hayden protested, though he wasn’t exactly sure why he bothered, since he’d fully expected to use a condom tonight. Probably he just wanted to challenge whatever Rozanov said.
Rozanov shot him a glare. “Condom.”
“Fiiiine.”
“Gosh, this is just so hot, listening to you two negotiate my sex life,” Shane deadpanned innocently, fanning himself like a southern belle. “Be still, my heart.”
Rozanov sidled up to Shane, rubbing himself against the man like a cat. “You saying this is not hot?”
Shane heaved out a breath. “Uh…no. No, not saying that.” He kissed his fiance’s shoulder wetly.
“Get on the bed, sweetheart.”
Shane shuddered but obeyed, climbing onto the bed with an obscene arch to his back that put his ass high in the air.
Hayden felt his nipples pebble and his dick twitch in response to the sight.
Shane knelt up, facing the two men still standing. “Anyone gonna join me?”
Hayden and Rozanov both bolted for the bed at the same time, colliding at the foot and getting into a truly undignified shoving match.
Hayden won. Rozanov hit the floor, cursing, but popped up in the next second, tackling Hayden as Hayden tried to climb up to Shane. Hayden went facefirst into a pillow with a yelp.
“Hah!” Rozanov crowed, and threw himself atop Shane, who let out a big oof.
“You’re heavy, asshole,” Shane grumbled, shoving at him.
“All muscle,” Rozanov commented, pressing kisses to his neck and, completely coincidentally, Hayden was sure, kicking Hayden as he tried to sit up.
Hayden kicked him back, then punched him in the kidney for good measure. “Fuck you. I want a kiss.”
Rozanov lifted his head and puckered up theatrically.
Hayden shoved him away. “Ew, not you, dickbag.”
“This is the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever seen,” Shane commented absently, reaching down to give his cock a stroke. “So, is someone gonna fuck me, or…?”
Both men lunged for him. A slap fight ensued.
Shane tucked his hands behind his head, lay back, and watched avidly. “I’ll just be over here whenever you guys are done,” he said with studied casualness.
“You said I could fuck him first!” Hayden said, palming Rozanov’s face away from him.
“Didn’t say I’d make it easy.”
“You’re such a dick.” And yet somehow, this wrestling match was getting Hayden hard. Very hard. He hoped Rozanov was too distracted to notice.
No such luck. Rozanov looked down and smirked. “I do it for you, zaichonok?”
“What did you just call me?” Hayden demanded, breaking off on a gasp as, to his absolute shock, Rozanov rolled his hips against him.
Rozanov smirked and did it again. “Zaichonok. Little bunny. Because you are little, with…what do you call them, buck’s teeth?”
“Anytime now, guys,” Shane noted from beside them. “Still laying here naked.” He raised an eyebrow. “Lube’s in the nightstand.”
Oh, this just got real. Hayden swallowed. Did he know he needed to prep Shane? Yes. Was he exactly sure how to do it and how to know when it was enough? Not so much.
“I’ll do it.” Rozanov leaned sideways, planting his hand on Hayden’s shoulder for balance, and opened the bedside drawer. He pulled out a rather large bottle of lube and brandished it. “Pike doesn’t know what he’s doing, anyway.”
“No better way to learn than doing,” Hayden said with confidence he didn’t feel, snatching the bottle out of the other man’s hands. “Shane’ll walk me through it.” He glanced at his best friend. His very naked best friend. His very naked, hard best friend.
Hayden swallowed again. His fingers tightened on the bottle and a little lube bubbled up from the lid to cascade down his hand. “Shit.”
Rozanov rolled his eyes. “Amateur.”
“Fuck off.” Hayden dropped to one elbow beside Shane and looked down at his lube-y hand and then at Shane’s crotch. “So I just…?”
“Go slow,” Shane instructed. “But yes.”
Rozanov settled against the headboard with his legs crossed and his hand on his cock. “Get on with it, then,” he said, stroking idly.
Hayden swallowed again, took a deep breath, and ghosted a finger down the crease between Shane’s leg and groin until he got to his perenium. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this to himself, he reminded himself. He knew the mechanics. He could do this.
Shane sucked in a breath as Hayden let his hand drift lower. He turned his face to Rozanov. “Kiss me.”
Rozanov obliged, leaning over him and planting a hand on his opposite shoulder, leaving Hayden gaping at them from groin level. Why was that so hot?
Without breaking the kiss, Rozanov waved a hand at him in a Get on with it gesture.
Fuckhead.
With the kiss still ongoing, Shane helpfully pulled his knees up until his feet were flat on the bed, then dropped them apart. His asshole was suddenly exposed.
There was something to be said for flexible groin muscles, Hayden mused, eyeing it. It was…surprisingly attractive? Well, it was an asshole, it could only be so attractive, but Hayden was pretty sure it was better-looking than his own. Shane’s wasn’t hairy, for one thing. Did he wax?
Fuck, he was getting distracted. Hayden bit his lip, steeled himself, and rubbed his lubed finger gently over Shane’s hole. Shane shuddered lightly and Hayden saw goosebumps pop up on the other man’s skin. “Go,” Shane urged, speaking against Rozanov’s mouth.
Go. Right. He eased his finger into Shane, startled by the tightness and warmth. It both felt and didn’t feel like the inside of a woman. Similar squishiness, but a lot less slippery.
Come to think of it, maybe he needed more lube. He drew his finger out and squirted some more onto it.
Rozanov flopped onto his side next to Shane and reached for Shane’s cock, stroking it teasingly. “He is useless, hm?” he murmured. “Can’t even finger you right. Lucky I’m here.”
Hayden snorted and, emoboldened by the need to prove Rozanov wrong, dove back in. Soon he had two fingers pumping into Shane, who was moaning against his fiance’s pec. “It’s good?” Hayden breathed, and Shane gasped and nodded. “Do you need more?”
Rozanov snorted. “With your tiny dick? Two is plenty.”
Hayden lifted his head from where it had been laying on Shane’s thigh and glared. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I was talking to him. And my dick’s not tiny.”
Shane lifted his head just enough to get a good look, then wiggled his eyebrows. “Damn straight.”
“Ughhh.” Rozanov flicked a playful finger against Shane’s forehead. “You are terrible.”
“You love me.”
“I do,” he agreed.
Hayden, feeling a little left out, decided to go prostate hunting. He felt around until he found the spongey bundle of nerves he’d only ever barely grazed in himself, and gave it a firm stroke.
Shane stiffened and moaned. “Oh, holy fuck. More.” He fumbled in front of himself until his hand met Rozanov’s groin, and he grabbed on like the man’s dick was a lifeline.
Rozanov gasped and threw his head back, and now that his eyes weren’t on Hayden, Hayden felt a little more relaxed. He poured out a little more lube and added a third finger, teasing Shane mercilessly now.
“Hey, asshole!” Shane growled, coming up on his elbows. “You gonna fuck me at some point, or…?”
Hayden grinned. “I’m definitely gonna fuck you. If you’re ready?” he asked, a little less confidently.
A condom hit him in the forehead and Rozanov snickered.
Deliberately ignoring the laughing man, Hayden carefully drew his fingers out of Shane and rolled on the condom. He’d been a little afraid he’d have forgotten how to do it; he’d been with Jackie for more than ten years and once she’d gotten her IUD after the kids, they’d happily ditched the latex. Luckily, the muscle memory was still in there somewhere, because he got it on without incident.
“Hey,” Shane said suddenly, sitting up again.
“Hey,” Hayden echoed.
Shane smiled toothily. “Do I get a kiss before you shove it in?”
Rozanov laughed again. Hayden gritted his teeth, then forced himself to smile back at his friend. Fuck buddy? Fuck buddy-friend, now? “Sure, sunshine.” He slid up the bed until he could meet Shane’s lips with his. Their tongues teased together and Hayden found himself trying not to hump Shane’s thigh.
Hngh, hockey thighs.
No, ok. They were going to fuck. He didn’t need to rub off on him.
He nipped at Shane’s lip and felt Shane smile against his mouth. “You’re a dick,” Shane said into his mouth. “Do it.”
Hayden drew back enough to breathe out slowly. He shifted his weight fully on top of Shane and looked down. Wow, the were going to…yeah. He was doing this.
He lined up and pressed forward slowly.
Shane hissed and Hayden froze. “Ok?”
“Oh, god, yes.” Shane’s head was tipped back against the pillow and he spoke the words to the ceiling.
Hayden pushed in another inch or two and they both groaned. Shane’s noise was cut off on a gasp as Rozanov seized him by his long hair and pulled his head to the side until he was face-to-face with Rozanov’s dick, the other man having slid up the bed while they were otherwise occupied.
With a slurp, Shane swallowed his fiance’s cock while Hayden started to fuck him in earnest.
Holy fuck, this was possibly the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. Sex with Jackie was fantastic, but it lacked the elements of danger and forbidden fruit.
Finally, Hayden bottomed out, his balls slapping against Shane’s. Shane groaned around Rozanov’s cock, which caused the other man to groan in response. “Fuuuuuck.” Rozanov opened his eyes into slits and met Hayden’s gaze. “Fuck him. Hard.”
Hayden’s body responded as if he were a marionette on a string. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was pounding into Shane, gasping wildly at the sensation.
Rozanov released Shane’s hair and smoothed it back into place while Shane continued contentedly sucking him under his own power. Then Rozanov grinned devlishly. His hand snapped out and seized Hayden’s shoulder, and before Hayden could react, Rozanov was…kissing him?
What the fuck?
Rozanov grunted into his mouth and then shoved his tongue in behind the sound. Hayden could almost hear him saying Take it! as he plundered his mouth.
Hayden’s hips sped up, Shane’s now continually coming up to meet them with meaty slaps. Hayden rather suspected they’d both end up with bruises on their hipbones, but fuck it, it would be so worth it.
Rozanov bit at his lips, laughing and tightening his grip when Hayden yelped and tried to pull back. “No, zaichonok. You stay here,” he gritted into the kiss that seemed never-ending.
“Jesus fuck, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Shane breathed above their heads, and Hayden almost wanted to laugh with how close it was to his own thoughts a minute ago. He idly wondered when Shane had given up his mouthful of dick.
Shane’s passage tightened around him almost painfully and Hayden gasped and yanked away from Rozanov. “What the fuck?”
Shane grinned up at him. “Muscle control, baby.”
Hayden couldn’t hold back a full-body shudder.
“Fuck,” Rozanov groaned from the side. “Get that dick. Suck me. Slowly.” He eyed Hayden. “You gonna come, or what? It’s my turn next.”
“Not sexy, hon,” Shane chided, then turned his head and started sucking his dick anyway.
Hayden gave an inward sigh at not being able to shake Rozanov’s snark even now and then let it – and his hips – go. He pounded into Shane, chasing his orgasm. Shane whimpered against Rozanov’s skin with each thrust.
Hayden could feel the heat building. He wanted to take Shane with him over the edge, because fuck Rozanov. He reached down and slipped his lubed hand around Shane’s dick, and Shane’s back arched off the bed and he tightened around Hayden again.
That was it. That was all he could take. The orgasm boiled up from the depths of his balls in a flash and, unable to hold off for Shane despite himself, he unloaded into the condom with a deep groan.
“Jesus,” Shane gasped as Hayden collapsed slightly off-center on top of him. “Get the fuck over here, Ilya.” He gave Hayden’s shoulder a light shove. “Up. You can suck me off now.”
Hayden raised his head lazily and eyed his friend. “Oh, can I?” The orgasmic torpor was blanketing him, and he didn’t want to move. On the other hand, he had wanted to try sucking dick…
With a put-upon sigh, he levered himself up and allowed Rozanov to take his place. The other man leered down at Shane. “Now a real man will fuck you.”
“Oh?” Shane shot back. “Where is he?”
Rozanov gasped and laid a hand over his heart. “You wound me!”
Shane yanked him down into a kiss, then pushed him up again. “Inside me.”
Rozanov shot Hayden a sly look. “He’ll be dripping my cum. You’ll be dripping his.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Hayden rolled his eyes, then slowly lay down until his head was resting on Shane’s hip. “So uh, any pointers, Shane?”
“Don’t bite,” Rozanov contributed dryly.
“That much, I had figured out.”
Shane ran his fingers through Hayden’s hair soothingly. “Just do what you’d like done to you.”
He could do that. He opened his mouth to take Shane in, leaning over carefully.
Unfortunately, it was at just that moment that Rozanov thrust full-length into Shane with no warning. Shane arched, his groin lifted, and his dick smacked Hayden wetly in the face.
They both yelped, then laughed.
“You coulda just asked,” Hayden snorted. “Don’t have to shove it up my nose.”
“Jesus, shut up,” Rozanov panted, his hips already flying. “Not you,” he added, looking down at Shane. “You, talk.”
Shane palmed the back of Hayden’s head and urged him down, more carefully this time. Hayden tentatively slipped out his tongue and licked the head of Shane’s cock. It tasted…not awful. Kinda bitter, kinda salty, but tolerable. He wouldn’t be clamoring for jizz any time soon, but he could do this. He thought he could probably even swallow.
He opened his lips and slipped them over Shane’s crown. Shane emitted a strangled noise, his fingers tightening in Hayden’s hair. Experimentally, Hayden sank down a bit more, but with Rozanov pounding into Shane and Shane pushing back, he found that he didn’t have a lot of wiggle room between sucking and gagging. He learned that one the hard way, and Rozanov laughed like a loon at the noise of shock he made.
“Straight boy can’t suck!” Rozanov gasped out, still laughing. “Why you ever wanted to let him fuck you, Hollander?”
Shane retaliated by lifting his legs and digging his heels into Rozanov’s ass. “It’s a birthday present, asshole!”
“Sympathy fuck,” Rozanov chortled, still fucking him steadily.
Hayden lifted his head from Shane’s cock long enough to glare balefully at the laughing man. Then he allowed Shane to coax him back down. He was getting the hang of using his hand at the bottom of Shane’s cock to guide the depth. In fact, he thought he was getting the hang of this whole thing. He was rather proud of himself.
“Oh, Jesus,” Shane groaned, and Hayden felt his abs tighten under his hand. “Gonna…Jesus…Hayden, pull off.”
Rosanov looked down, meeting Hayden’s eye with what he was positive was a look of challenge.
The hell if Hayden was going to pull off. He sucked harder.
Shane moaned and tightened again, Rozanov groaned loudly, and Hayden kept trying to breathe through his nose.
Shane’s hand suddenly released his hair, just in time for him to arch up. If he hadn’t let go, Hayden would have surely been choked on his cock, but his friend was good-hearted even in the throes of passion and gave him room.
And then his cum was flooding Hayden’s mouth. Hayden choked a little on it, coughing, but managed to swallow most of the load.
“Fuuuuuck,” Rosanov groaned from above him, reminding Hayden that yeah, he was still there. “Gonna come inside you, baby.”
Shane smiled sleepily and petted Hayden’s head. “‘Kay.”
Rozanov huffed a breath that might have been either a laugh or a scoff, then swung his hips hard. His skin slapped against Shane’s, and Shane whimpered lightly. “Sensitive,” he breathed.
Hayden nuzzled his softening dick soothingly and just…breathed him in.
Rosanov emitted another long, low groan and stilled, hips twitching in tiny little movements. “Yes!”
“Mmm.” Shane smiled again. “Feels good, you inside me.”
“I’m always inside you, my love,” Rozanov breathed out, then froze, shooting a glance at Hayden. “I mean…”
Hayden grinned. “No, no take-backs. You were sappy. I heard it.”
“Fuck.”
“Jesus, you guys,” Shane sighed, “you can’t even stop when we’ve all just come our brains out?”
Rozanov flopped down onto Shane with a grunt. “You scramble my brains. Your fault.”
Shane pulled on Hayden’s arm. “Get up here.”
Obediently, Hayden slid up the bed until he was lying alongside the two other men. He folded his hands behind his head and rested, still a little out of breath from his dick-sucking adventure.
After a minute, Rozanov lifted his head and pinned Hayden with a look. “Well? Get out.”
“What?” Hayden stuttered, eyes widening. He’d known he wasn’t planning on sleeping over or anything – the kids would be expecting to see him in the morning – but really?
Shane slapped Rozanov in the chest. “Stop being a dick. C’mon, Hayden. Snuggle time.”
Hayden brightened. “I get to snuggle?”
Shane cocked an eye open at him. “You snuggle me all the time on the road.”
“Not naked!”
“Better not be naked on the road,” Rozanov growled, nipping at Shane’s neck.
Rolling his eyes, Shane wrapped an arm around Hayden’s shoulder and pulled him into his side. The sticky condom still covering Hayden’s dick pressed into him, but Shane didn’t seem to mind. “This is nice,” he mused into the hug.
“You said once, Hollander,” Rozanov protested.
“I didn’t say I wanted to make it a regular thing!” Shane said. “I just said it was nice.” And then they laid there in contented silence, in a big pile, for a good ten minutes.
Reaching to the side table, Rozanov finally picked up one of their phones and handed it to Shane. “Tell her it’s done. Then send him home. I’m sure his kids need him or some shit.”
“Dick,” Hayden said without any real heat. He was tired, sated, and in a tolerant mood. He’d take Rozanov’s ribbing if it meant he got a couple of minutes of Shane snuggles.
Shane typed something on his phone, received a reply, and laughed. “She says she’s been waiting at the 24-hour McDonalds with the kids. She’ll be here in ten, and they all want to show off their Happy Meal toys.”
Hayden groaned but levered himself up and peeled off the condom, tossing it into a bedside wastebasket. “Ugh, where are my clothes?”
“Floor,” Rozanov said, gesturing. “You should pick up after yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He slid off the bed and retrieved his underwear, somehow stepping into them without falling over despite his loose limbs. Then he sat to slide on his pants and socks. By the time he had those on, Shane was up and moving around the room.
Shane offered him his shirt. “I hope you know how to sew on a button.” He pointed at the collar, where there were indeed two buttons missing.
Hayden had no idea where they’d ended up when he pulled off his shirt, and he figured they were a lost cause. “I’ll make do,” he told Shane. “Maybe the dry cleaner can do it.”
Rozanov snorted. “Real men do their own mending.”
“Ok, cowboy,” Hayden shot back. “Then you can mend my shirt.” He offered it to Rozanov, who snorted and turned up his hands in rejection.
“Get out,” Rozanov said, smirking.
“I’m going, I’m going.” Hayden leaned in to hug Shane. “You ever want to do this again, you let me know,” he said into his friend’s ear. “Jackie says you’re my hall pass.”
Shane laughed. “I’ll let you know, buddy.” He slapped Hayden’s ass. “It’ll take you at least five minutes to make it to the gate to the road; better get going so Jackie doesn’t get pissy.”
Hayden smacked a kiss on his cheek, then gave Rozanov the finger. “Later, asshole.”
“Fuck off.”
As Hayden turned to leave the bedroom, he heard Rozanov say in a low voice, obviously thinking Hayden was out of range, “You know…he is not bad kisser.”