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“Okay, sweetie, I gotta go now, the Uber is almost here.”
Stan grunted, refusing to take his head up from its resting place on Patty’s shoulder. She patted him on the back, both in reassurance and to say okay, wrap it up now.
“Really, hon. You’re gonna make me late.”
“You wouldn’t mind, though. You hate these conferences.”
“I wouldn’t mind but my boss will. C’mon, you’re not even gonna be alone that long, like, what half an hour? Forty-five minutes?”
“It depends on whether it’s Richie or Eddie who’s driving.”
Patty’s phone buzzed. “Car’s here. Walk me out?”
Stan carried out Patty’s suitcase for her as they arm-in-arm walked from their front door down to the curb where her ride was waiting. “Now, you boys have fun. Try not to wreck the place while I’m away, okay?”
“You mean don’t let Richie wreck the place,” Stan said, knowing they were both thinking back to the rather nice lamp they had lost during his last visit.
He loaded her suitcase into the trunk and opened the door for her, giving a friendly wave to the driver and kissing Patty on the cheek. “Love you, Pat. Call me when you land.”
“Of course. Love you too, honey. Oh! I almost forgot. Make sure to take plenty of pictures and send them to me! And I mean of everyone, including you. Back of your head doesn’t count.”
“You can text me a list of the rest of your demands.” Stan said, planting another kiss, this time to her lips. He could taste her chapstick, the kind with peppermint that made his lips tingle. “Bye for reals this time. Love you.”
“Love you too!”
Stan stood at the end of their yard, waving back to Patty as the car disappeared down their road. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He went back into the house, opening the text that had just come in:
Richie’s driving so if we don’t die we’ll be there in about half an hour.
He smiled to himself, shutting the door behind him. An excited flutter rose up in his stomach as he toed his shoes off, throwing himself onto the couch for a quick nap. His phone buzzed again, and Stan squinted open one eye to check the notification. It was a text from Patty.
Have fun!!!! Take pics!!!! Xoxoxo
***
Stan was roused from his sleep by the sound of slamming car doors followed by two overlapping voices that were speaking just a bit too loud.
“Jesus, it’s so fucking hot!”
“I know, you were reading the temperature aloud for like, the entire car ride.”
“I’m a northern boy, Eds! I’m not meant to be a part of this ecosystem.”
“You’re just embarrassed because you can’t stop sweating.”
“It’s really getting in they way of my sex appeal.”
Stan opened the door before they even had the chance to knock, instantly regretting the childlike eagerness that he had done it with. There on his doorstep were Eddie and Richie, still in the middle of their bickering, Eddie having put down their suitcase so he was able to gesture with both hands. “If you had just used that extra-strength deodorant I got you and not that cheap shit-Stan!”
“Eddie! Hey,” Stan threw his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and squeezed, Eddie immediately returning the gesture. “Drive here okay?”
“Yeah, not too bad. Missed you, man. How you been?”
“Good! Missed you too.”
He opened his arms to Richie, who happily wrapped him in a tight bear hug, lifting Stan a couple inches off the ground.
“Don’t hurt your back, Rich.” Eddie cautioned him.
“I think I know how to hold a man!”
“You have the whole weekend to show me, Richie,” Stan said, patting him on the back before releasing the hug. “C’mon in, I’ll show you to the guest room.”
“Guest room?” Richie echoed. “What, we’re not gonna be sleeping in a pile together like hamsters?”
“Well let’s see how the evening goes.”
***
The three were sat on the floor at Stan and Patty’s coffee table, a spread of various take-out boxes from one of the best (in Stan’s opinion) local pizza joints in the area.
“Look at this,” Richie waved a pizza crust at Eddie, “look. See this? I’m eating gluten-free pizza for you, Eddie. Look at how much I love you.”
“Stan’s the one who got it gluten-free, Rich. I literally ate a sandwich on wheat bread on the drive over here.”
Richie blinked at him slowly, waiting for the words to penetrate his tipsy, fogged-up brain. He turned on his ass to face Stan, pointing the crust at him. “Stan. You see this? Look at this. Look at how much I love you.”
Stan laughed, snorting into his (gluten-free) beer.
“I see it, Rich. I appreciate it.”
“You fuckin’ better!” Richie replied through a mouthful of crust.
“Remember to not eat too much or you’ll get nauseous later.” Eddie advised Richie.
“Come on, that happened once .”
“Yeah, because since then I’ve been making sure you don’t overeat on nights we’ll probably be fucking.”
“Will we be fucking?” asked Stan. “Thought you would be tired from the flight and the drive.”
“Oh, you mean the flight where we sat down and napped for two hours and the drive where we sat down for another half hour and listened to the ‘Chill’ channel on SiriusXM?” Richie said.
“I’ve been, like, fully prepping myself for three days of fucking,” quipped Eddie.
“He’s been researching the best brand of poppers for the past week like a fucking rocket scientist,” added Richie.
Stan raised his eyebrows. “Poppers? Really?”
“Don’t feel pressured into doing any if you don’t want to,” Richie reassured.
“No, I’ll totally do it, I’m just surprised Eddie would do it.”
“Eddie’s doing lots of things that’ll surprise you.” said Richie. “Did you notice how I got him down to one suitcase? And we’re sharing it, half of that shit is mine!”
“Yeah, that is pretty impressive.” Stan nodded.
“To therapy!” Richie said, raising his beer in a toast. “I’m serious, everyone clink their glasses.”
Stan and Eddie both rolled their eyes, still raising their bottles to meet his.
“Damn, guys, hold it back on the enthusiasm there.”
“We’re saving it for later.”
“When is ‘later’, exactly?” asked Richie.
“I was thinking maybe watch a movie,” said Stan, “Let things digest a bit before we get started.”
“Oh, Stanny, you have not lived until you’ve experienced Eddie’s movie-time heavy petting.”
“I made him cum his pants once.” Eddie said with a smirk.
“Yeah, totally ruined Finding Nemo. ”
Stan opened his mouth to ask if that was a joke but closed it, knowing the good 50/50 chance that it wasn’t.
“Come on, it’s not like we were jerking off to the movie.” Richie said, noting the flash of disgust on Stan’s face.
“Beep beep,” said Eddie. He began to gather up the empty plates and bottles. “You got recycling, Stan?”
“In the kitchen, the bin on the left. Thanks, man.”
Richie heaved himself to his feet to help Eddie clean up, Stan retrieving the TV remote, flipping through apps, weighing the pros and cons of each streaming service. In the end he chose by closing his eyes and flipping back and forth through the apps before randomly stopping and choosing whichever he had landed on. It landed on Disney+. Stan crinkled his nose, thinking of Finding Nemo, and chose Hulu instead.
***
Stan had originally questioned his and Patty’s need for such a big couch. It was a large sectional, L-shaped, and could comfortably sit at least five people. It gave the three of them more than enough space to stretch out and recline on the sofa as well as one another. Stan was sitting in the corner of the L, legs down the longer side with Richie between them, head in his lap. Eddie was on the short end of the L, leaning gently on Stan’s shoulder, absent-mindedly playing with Richie’s hair as he watched the cheesy car chase that was currently playing on the TV. Stan lifted his right hand to rest lightly below Eddie’s jaw on his neck. In return Eddie shifted in his seat, kissing Stan softly on his collar bone.
He felt his breath hitch in his chest, his excitement from earlier again beginning to bubble up. Eddie must have felt it too, because he moved in closer, abandoning Richie’s hair to turn Stan’s face towards his, pulling him in for a deeper kiss on the mouth. Eddie pushed his tongue past Stan’s lips, swiping over his teeth, down towards the back of his throat. Stan heard himself moan, melting into Eddie’s touch. Then he heard the sound of the camera shutter sound effect from his phone.
“You said Patty wanted pictures,” said Richie. “And honestly I want them too, this is hot as fuck. Now give me your best smile, Stan the Man.”
(“And I’m turning off the fucking shutter sound. What are you, 80 years old?”)
Stan chuckled, craning his neck back to give Eddie room. He licked at his pulse points, kissed along his jaw, nipped at his earlobe. Eddie got on his knees on the sofa next to Stan, now able to kiss him from above.
“Liking the movie so far?” Eddie asked. Stan was only able to look back up at him in a daze, a goofy grin on his face. He could feel Richie’s hand slipping under his shirt, rubbing up his belly to his chest, feeling him up, circling his nipple with his thumb until it became hard.
“I hate the movie,” Stan said. “We should turn it off.”
Stan wasn’t sure who turned off the TV. But, he was sure that it was Richie who had unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied them, along with his underwear, down off his hips, freeing his cock to the open air.
“Patty is one lucky lady, Stanny.” said Richie. “I’ll take good care of it for her, promise.”
He watched in amazement as Richie took his entire dick into his mouth with zero hesitation, swallowing all the way down to the hilt.
“Holy shit,” said Stan. “Holy-holy shit, Richie-”
“I’ll get this one,” Eddie said, taking Stan’s phone and swiping open the camera app. He swung an arm around Stan’s shoulder, holding the phone with both hands so Stan could see the screen. Richie was perfectly in frame, just beginning to bob his head as he used strong hands to hold Stan in place by the hips. Stan ran his hand through Richie’s hair, holding it there at the back of his head. Eddie snapped the picture.
Stan always knew that Richie’s mouth was one of his main assets, so it didn’t entirely surprise him just how fucking good of a job he was doing sucking him off. He bucked into Richie’s mouth, Eddie slipping a hand down the neckhole of Stan’s shirt, beginning to rub and squeeze at his chest, placing a few more light kisses on his neck and jaw.
“I’m-I’m-Richie, holy fuck, I think-I think I’m gonna-”
Stan was hardly able to speak, the only sounds he was able to form being the small whimpers and moans escaping with the building climax.
“Richie,” said Eddie in a sing-song voice, “save some for everyone, okay?”
Richie gave a final lick to Stan’s cock before pulling off completely, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the dick. He looked up at Stan, grinning, wiping the spit away with the back of his hand, panting. His face was flushed, lips red and slick. Stan’s dick twitched, precum beginning to drip down the shaft. Eddie grabbed Stan by the wrist, keeping him from touching himself.
“That includes you too.” he said.
“Asshole.” Stan hissed.
“That’s the plan, Stan the Man!” said Richie, sitting back up on his knees, tent in his pants totally apparent. “Think you can control yourself during prep time? If you want to, that is. If you’re tired I can finish you off now and we can really get down to business tomorrow.”
“I’m cool with that.” Eddie added.
“No,” said Stan, “no, I’m totally up for it...Richie-Richie that was fucking amazing, holy shit-”
“Practice makes perfect.” Richie said. “Now are we gonna move this to the bedroom or what?”