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“Can I help you, mon cheri ?”
Jeremy stiffened in the stool he had stumbled into. He hadn’t meant to just sit anywhere , he meant to sit somewhere safe, but of course- of course he wasn’t paying attention. He cleared his throat quietly and turned toward the accented voice that was addressing him. The others at the table had quieted despite being quite loudly animated when he first approached, searching for a safe haven.
“Sorry, I-” Jeremy’s apology caught on his lips as he studied the man whose face was half shroud in darkness. “I um-”
He leaned forward, with a dark eyebrow raised, and reached for his glass. “You…?”
“Some guy has been harassing me all night.” Jeremy finally blurted, gulping so loudly there was no way the entire club didn’t hear it.
His eyes narrowed as he lifted the glass to his lips. “Which one?”
As if on cue, an arm draped over Jeremy’s shoulder and he couldn’t help the way he grimaced at the touch. The man wasn’t unattractive at all, he was the type Jeremy normally went for, but he came on far too strong. Jeremy had turned him down twice after the man was forcibly rubbing his crotch against Jeremy’s ass as he flagged down a bartender.
Jeremy laughed nervously, something apparent to his new friends, and gave the man a small smile. “Oh, hey.”
“I think you missed us, we’re sitting over there-” He leaned his beer breath into Jeremy’s space and pointed toward a table in an unnaturally dark corner where two of his friends sat. “C’mon-”
“He’s good,” Jeremy’s head snapped up to see the man at the head of the table dismissing the drunkard with a wave of his hand. “You can go.”
He leaned more of his weight against Jeremy and scowled. “Excuse me?”
The other man leaned into the light enough that Jeremy could see the cut of his jaw and his misshaped nose that appeared to have been broken more than once in the past. His eyes were dark, gray in the right light he imagined, and the fingers tapping against the glass in his hand matched his nose. He had all the elements of a man without power yet something told Jeremy he was the one in charge at that round table. The man just to his left had his hand on his hip and caught Jeremy’s eye when he glanced in his direction. His eyes were bright green and fixed on Jeremy’s arm still in the man’s grip.
“I said, excuse me-”
“I heard what you said,” His voice was smooth but his tone was lethal. “I do not care. You can go. I won’t repeat myself.”
“The fuck are you going to do about it?” The drunk man asked as he tugged Jeremy’s arm.
Green-eyes shifted in his seat but gray-eyes lowered his glass and stood. “Would you like to find out?” Jeremy noticed he had a tattoo of an iris on his cheek, a soft burst of violet on his pale skin.
Drunk-eyes couldn’t take the hint. He leaned over the table and sneered. “Bitch, you think you got this?”
Gray-eyes smirked, the barest hint of teeth showing. “You think you got him ?”
Jeremy shuddered and valiantly tried (and failed) to hide it. Green-eyes had a matching smirk as he leaned back against the leather booth. Jeremy finally ripped his arm from the man’s grip a moment after he loosened it and put on his best smile.
“I’m really, really not interested, flattered but not interested.” He patted the drunk guy on the shoulder and turned back toward the table as if he belonged there (and was doing anything other than keeping his eyes on a smudge on the table).
Gray-eyes sat down as Jeremy felt hostility retreat from his personal bubble. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them.
“You alright, mon beau ?”
Jeremy looked up at him once more where he sat with his thumb tracing the outside of his short glass, now empty. Jeremy nodded and cleared his throat. “Ye-yeah. Yeah. I’m- yeah. Thanks.”
“It’s no problem.” Gray-eyes face had softened as he addressed Jeremy. “Would you like to have a drink?”
Jeremy started to nod but realized he was done for the night. He didn’t want another experience like that despite the green ( possibly dark green) flags he was facing. “I shouldn’t, I have an early work day tomorrow. He kind of ruined my vibe.”
“Unfortunate.” Green-eyes finally spoke. Jeremy noticed he had a tattoo of a chess piece on his cheek. A Queen.
Jeremy stood and scratched the top of his left hand habitually. “Thanks again.”
They raised their empty glasses in unison. The three other men at the table stood as Jeremy left the table. He stumbled over his own two feet as he went toward the exit, glancing over his shoulder only once to see two pairs of eyes tracking him. He freshened up in the bathroom before bidding goodbye to the bartenders working that night. He spent some time chatting them up before finally giving in to his earlier want of going home.
“Bye, Jer!”
“Love ya!”
The girls winked at him and handed him back the card they took for show that they never ended up charging for the few drinks he would order for himself early in the night. He smiled back in thanks and retrieved his jacket from the coat check.
Jeremy shivered as he stepped outside, regretting wearing the thinner pair of leggings to go out that night. He had planned to be using somebody else’s body heat so the thicker, warmer pair was tossed to the side. He dug into his pocket for his phone as he started walking and groaned when he realized it was dead.
“Fuu-” Jeremy cursed out loud but his words were cut off as two arms wrapped around him, a dirty sweaty palm clamping over his palm. He was shoved into the practically empty parking lot adjacent to the club, unlit in its entirety and unpatrolled by the clubs security.
He was shoved against a concrete wall and winced at the pain when his head made contact. He glared up at the offender to see the same drunk man he had gotten away from less than an hour before. He was leaning heavily against Jeremy, effectively pinning him in place against the jagged wall that made up the outside of the club.
“Hmm? Nobody ‘round to help ya, pretty boy?” He leaned forward and pressed his nose against Jeremy’s neck, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, ya smell good. I just wanna- I’m just gonna taste.”
Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut as the mouth sunk his teeth into his neck. He tried breaking free but there were few things stronger than whiskey fueled strength. His body went lax as he accepted what was going to happen.
“When are you gonna stop playing hard to get?” His hand left Jeremy’s mouth and moved down to his neck.
Jeremy tried to doing something, anything- but he was pinned. “Maybe when you stop playing hard to want- get OFF M-” His hand tightened around Jeremy’s neck, silencing any further protest.
His mouth travelled up Jeremy’s neck and toward his jaw, planting filthy open-mouthed kisses along his chin. Jeremy let out a jagged exhale through his nose as he tried to keep his eyes dry. He couldn’t stop it when the man rutted against him. His protests were muffled and travelling toward uncaring ears.
Jeremy tried to make himself as small as possible but it wasn’t working. Nothing was working- Nothing- Nothing- Nothing? He was gone.
Jeremy opened his eyes slowly as a hand came up to cup his chin. He stared back into forest green eyes. Neither of them said a word as commotion started up behind him. Jeremy heard a few choice curse words then a crunch that sound like-
“Don’t look,” Jeremy’s gaze snapped up to his. “He’s messy when he’s upset.”
Jeremy nodded dumbly in response.
“Are you okay?”
Another blank nod.
“Can I get a verbal affirmation, love?”
“Uh,” Jeremy shook his head slightly. “Yeah-. I’m- yeah. I’m okay. What happened? What is going on?”
“We were leaving, walking by, and it didn’t look like a situation you wanted to be in.”
Another crunch and loud groan of pain. Then silence.
“It wasn’t. It wasn’t- I- thank you, um-” Jeremy trailed off in search of something to call the man other than green eyes.
“Kevin.” He glanced over his shoulder for a moment before returning his attention to Jeremy. “That’s Jean.”
Jean was wiping his hands off on a dark towel that Jeremy didn’t bother analyzing close enough to see if there was blood on it. He gave Jeremy a slow smile.
“Are you okay, mon amour ?”
Jeremy’s eyes moved between he two tall men. “Are you brothers?”
Kevin huffed out a laugh. “Absolutely not.”
Jean smirked and caged in Jeremy from the side Kevin left open. “No.”
“Okay.” Jeremy continued looking between them, somehow not feeling uncomfortable in the slightest. “Boyfriends?”
Kevin raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “You could say that.”
Jean flicked him in the side of his neck. “Don’t be obtuse.”
“Don’t flick me, fucker.” Kevin narrowed his eyes at Jean.
Jeremy let out a hysteria induced giggle that caught both of their attention again. “I- I don’t- what is going on? Who are you?”
“Kevin,” Jean said as he traced his hand along Kevin’s bicep. He then pointed at his own face. “Jean. You are?”
“Jeremy.”
“Mm,” Kevin hummed. “Jeremy.”
“Jeremy,” Jean repeated in an accent Jeremy was ready to risk it all for. “Would you like a ride home, Jeremy?”
“I- yeah. Yeah. My phone died.” As if that explained everything that had happened that evening. “It’s dead. It died. Outta battery. Outta juice.”
A flicker of amuement danced in Kevin’s eyes as he smirked down at Jeremy. “I figured that was what you meant by ‘my phone died’ the first time.”
Jean laughed alongside him as he shrugged off his jacket. He held it up in offering. “It’s a bit cold, non ?”
Jeremy could only silently nod as Jean draped the garment over his shoulders and Kevin leaned in to straighten it. “So the ride- your ride- a ride? With you? Both of you?”
“Are those questions?” Kevin asked as his fingers lingered near where he straightened the shoulder of Jean’s too big coat around Jeremy’s perfectly average sized frame.
“I don’t know.” Jeremy really, really didn’t know.
“We’re parked just over here.” Kevin jerked his thumb toward a sedan waiting at the curb, already running.
“Okay. Okay. Okay.” Jeremy was apparently adopting some sort of routine. He followed the pair toward the dark car, sandwiched between them as they walked, and paused after Kevin climbed into the far side of the backseat. “Are we all-”
“If that’s okay.” Kevin said from inside the car, poking his head out.
“We don’t much like the front.” Jean explained. The passenger seat had been pushed all the way to the front as if nobody had ever sat there before. A tinted partition was between whoever was driving and the rest of the car.
Jeremy glanced at Jean who was giving him the warmest smile then looked into the car to find Kevin’s green eyes focused only on him.
Should he? Probably not. Did he? He did.
Jean sat on his right side and despite trying to make himself as small as possible, he was still pressed knee to hip against both men. Kevin turned toward him and Jeremy could feel his breath on his neck. He smelled like vanilla and expensive whiskey.
“Are you comfortable?”
If Jeremy turned, their lips would be inches apart. He had to force himself not to. He nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Warm?” Jean asked from his right.
Jeremy bit the inside of his lower lip and squirmed between them. Why oh why oh why oh- “Yes, yes. Warm. Super warm.”
“So where are we going?” Kevin asked, breaking whatever tension was developing in the backseat. Jeremy was sure he was going to melt- wait, what did he-
“What? Where- where would we go? I don’t know where you guys live- what are you planning? Did you have plans? Pancakes?”
Jean stretched his arm behind Jeremy and leaned back against the leather. “Pancakes?”
“Yeah, that’s the meal you have after midnight, isn’t it?”
“He was asking more along the lines of where you live so we could take you home.” Kevin chimed in.
Well, that’s disappointing . Jeremy thought to himself. He shifted in the seat and blinked at the dark partition. He guessed he could go home. That would- well, that would suck, to be frank. He was lonely. He was planning on taking someone home that night whether it be a forever friend or a just-that-night friend. He wanted someone -
Kevin was waving his hand in front of Jeremy’s face. Jeremy blinked at it. “Huh?”
“What’s disappointing?”
“Yeah,” Jean was so close, when had he gotten so close? “What’s disappointing?”
“What’s disappointing?”
“That’s what we asked.”
“Who said something was disappointing?”
“You did.”
“I most certainly did not.”
“You absolutely did,” Kevin chuckled. He reached into something that looked like a fridge and came back with a water bottle covered in flecks of ice. It was in Jeremy’s hands a second later. “What were you referring to? The possibility of us simply taking you home?”
“I-”
“The possibility that you weren’t coming home with us?”
“Well-”
“Do you want to come home with us, Jeremy?”
God , Jean’s accent was unbearably hot. Jeremy found himself nodding without taking a second to think about what he was agreeing to. “Yes. Yes. I would. Your place. Your- you? You live together?”
“We do.” Jean tapped his phone for a moment before setting it down and leaning back into Jeremy’s bubble.
“Okay-” Jeremy managed to squeak out. He was tugging on his fingers in his lap when each man seemed to have the same thought as they covered his hands with their own.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Kevin asked with a low tone. Jeremy did turn that time to catch the flicker of concern in his eyes. He felt Jean squeeze his fingers in reassurance.
“You’re both brutally hot and I’m- I’m- I’m horny and single and are we going to have sex tonight?”
Kevin and Jean blinked at him. Jean laughed first, Kevin followed. Jeremy only then realized he was once again voicing his inner thoughts out loud for the world to judge him.
“Shitfuck-”
“We don’t want to pressure you, Jeremy, we can do whatever you’d like.” Jean’s thumb was caressing the skin between Jeremy’s fingers and it felt so nice.
Jeremy knew he had every intention of going to their place, possibilities of a serial killer be damned. He let out a huff of air and muttered, “You two can do whatever you like.”
“Oh?” Jean breath fanned along his cheek. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Jeremy let out a sigh and closed his eyes. “Four shooters.”
Kevin’s body angled toward his and he reached out to trace his fingertips along the top of Jeremy’s hand. “Is that a lot for you?”
“Nope.” Jeremy felt antsy. "Sober as a judge over here."
“Is this a lot for you?” As Jean said the last word, his lips brushed Jeremy’s ear.
Jeremy all but leaned into it. Kevin’s free arm went behind Jeremy, his elbow resting on the back of the seat, and his fingers carded through Jeremy’s hair. His fingertips trailed along Jeremy’s hand until Jeremy turned his hand over. Kevin continued his tracing and Jeremy stiffened to avoid letting out a whine. Jean’s fingers found his jaw and lightly pressed against his chin until Jeremy’s head tilted back into the crook of Kevin’s elbow.
“You have to tell us if it is.” Kevin spoke directly into his ear, and Jeremy had just about enough-
He kissed Jean first. Simply because he seemed closer, he had spoke first, and it just- it just seemed like he should kiss Jean first. And God was he glad he did that. Jean’s lips were warm and plush against his own, his tongue was the sweetest tasting thing Jeremy had come into contact with. The kiss was slow and all encompassing, it warmed Jeremy from the tips of his toes to the top of his hairline. He groaned into Jean’s mouth as he opened his own further, his jaw cracked and it only served as a reminder to Jeremy of how long it had been since he had been touched like that.
Jean smiled against his mouth and kissed the corner of Jeremy’s lips. “ Mon amour ?”
“I- I- Jesus fucking God, oh my God-” Jeremy barely held back a whimper as he kept his eyes closed and turned to face Kevin, unwilling to let a moment of what was currently happening go on the off chance that it wasn’t real.
“You- you too-” Jeremy murmured against Kevin’s lips. Kevin’s were soft too, so soft, and they melted against Jeremy’s. Kevin’s kisses were harder, he leaned into Jeremy with all he had and cradled his head with one large hand. Oh, what Jeremy would give to feel that hand on his-
“ Mon beau , we are going to our apartment. Is that okay with you?”
Jeremy was practically straddling Kevin at that point. He mumbled out a yes as Jean scooted closer. Jeremy wanted to kiss him too- Kevin’s lips travelled to his collarbone, his fingertips tugged on the short hem of Jeremy’s shirt to expose more of his skin.
“God- it’s- it’s- it’s hot, is it hot? Are you guys hot?”
“You’re hot.” Kevin smirked as he sucked on Jeremy’s clavicle.
Jean’s tongue was inside his mouth again and Jeremy forgot his question. The weather? He didn’t know- he didn’t care . Were they there yet? For fucks sake-
“We’re here.” Jean murmured, pulling back. Jeremy chased his lips, sucking in breaths to ease his panting.
“We’re where?”
Kevin rubbed Jeremy’s thigh and slipped his hand up his ribcage. “Our apartment.”
“Your apartment.” Jeremy repeated.
“Can I carry you?”
Jeremy sat back, his ass planted on each of their knees. One of his hands was pressed against Jean’s chest for balance, the other was still on Kevin’s shoulder. His entire body was flushed and he was so hard that it hurt . And then there was Kevin and Jean with their legs spread and their shirts half buttoned and their lips red from being sucked in between Jeremy’s.
Jeremy cleared his throat. “I can walk.” His voice was suspiciously high pitched.
Kevin rolled his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing. Jean flicked him in the neck and earned a scowl for it. He excited the car first, taking a moment to adjust himself before leaning in to see if the other two were going to disembark or declothe. Kevin was still smirking at the panting boy between his legs who appeared to be having some sort of crisis.
Jean held a hand out and Jeremy finally took it. “You don’t have to.” Jean reiterated as Jeremy stepped out of the car. “This doesn’t have to go anywhere.”
Jeremy frowned at that. “I- Do you not want it to?”
Jean’s eyes widened fractionally. He towered over Jeremy and pressed their chests together. “I haven’t wanted something so badly in quite some time.”
“I’d be offended if I didn’t feel the same way.” Kevin said as he exited from the other side. They were both in front of him again, pinning him against the car. “Truly, Jeremy.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
A man’s famous last words.
It was a blurry mess of tongue, teeth, and Jeremy’s favorite club outfit being shed across the living room of a dark apartment. They didn’t bother making it to the bedroom. Jeremy’s ankles were locked around Kevin’s back but his leggings were gone. His tightest pair of fuck me briefs were barely containing his excitement. Jean’s mouth was busy kissing down his spine as Kevin ran his fingertips up his ribs. Jeremy surely had to have died at some point in the night, there was no way his ultimate fantasy was casually happening-
“Jeremy, mon amour -” Jean rasped behind him. “Can I take these off?”
“I’d love to see you,” Kevin continued from in front of him, those green eyes lighting up the goddamn room. Kevin scooted to the edge of the couch and spread his legs, undoing Jeremy’s behind his back.
“Can I just-” Jean’s tongue was warm on Jeremy’s hip, his breath following each lick. “I want to-”
“Yesyesyes,” Jeremy rolled his head back as he grinded against Kevin and guided one of those wonderful hands of his to his nipple. “Yes, whatever you’re thinking- yes-”
There was a look shared between the two men that Jeremy didn’t see, a smirk, then an understanding. They sandwiched Jeremy tightly between their bodies with Kevin leaning forward to tip Jeremy back against Jean who was still on his knees, and Jeremy’s eyes finally opened at the feeling.
“Wha-”
There were several distinct sounds before Jeremy felt the cool air of their apartment on the entirety of his body. He glanced down at his shredded fuck me shorts and nodded in understanding. He glanced back at Jean and blinked owlishly.
“It’s about time.”
Jean’s mouth quirked in amusement. “That mouth of yours is trouble.”
“I’ve been told that once or twice.”
“Mm, that can’t have been all.” Jean wrapped his fingers around Jeremy’s leaking cock and smirked as those pretty brown eyes disappeared behind dark lashes. Jeremy’s mouth fell open as he chased the sensation of Jean’s warm palm just feeling him: not stroking, not moving at all- just feeling. It was glorious.
Kevin’s lips closed around one of his nipples while he dug around the couch for lube he knew was tucked away there somewhere. He glared when he heard Jean snort and spent exactly half a second reaching under the first cushion and producing said bottle.
“Fuck you,” Kevin said as he licked a flat stripe across Jeremy’s chest.
Jeremy was groaning and writhing between them, asking for something Kevin was using as an insult toward Jean.
“I think he’s waited long enough, non ?”
Jeremy had another sassy remark because that’s who Jeremy was as a person but the feeling of Jean’s slickened fingers prodding at his hole made him pause. His middle finger stroked his rim, not trying to go in, before three fingers slid toward his balls. Jeremy whined as Jean tugged on them gently, rolling them between his fingers, as Kevin thumbed over the head of his cock.
“I- I need- I want- fuck, fuck, please, fuck-” Jeremy couldn’t get a sentence out. He couldn’t even open his eyes. He was already prepared to come but nowhere near ready to pause what they were doing. “Can I- I want to-”
“Mm, Kevin mon amour , I think he wants to put that mouth of his to use.” Jean kissed Jeremy’s hip again and dragged his fingers back to their original position. Jeremy groaned as his middle finger rubbed over his hole once more.
“That, yes, that- Kevin?” Jeremy let out a breathy plea. He reached between them to unbutton Kevin’s shirt but quickly gave up and tugged it apart, uncaring about the buttons popping off. Kevin’s eyebrows were raised as Jeremy’s horny strength had his chest exposed a few seconds later.
He jumped when Jeremy’s hand found its way into his boxers, not realizing when his belt or zipper had come undone. Jeremy worked fast. Jeremy’s brown eyes found his as they stroked each other in tandem, matching breaths and pace. Jeremy’s breath stuttered when Jean finally pushed a long finger inside him and his forehead hit Kevin’s shoulder.
“Rude.”
Kevin scowled at his partner who was having far too much fun making Jeremy squirm. He pressed his finger in up to the knuckle and winked at Kevin. Jean added a second finger a moment later and Jeremy all but wailed at the addition. He ground back against Jean’s hand, blubbering again about sucking Kevin off. Jean wrapped one arm around Jeremy’s waist and dragged his fingers to his rim, holding them there and making the bleached-blonde whine. He yanked Jeremy off of Kevin’s thighs, fingers still inside of him, and lowered him to the floor. He roughly shoved a third finger in as Jeremy dug his fingers into Kevin’s legs.
Kevin released his cock and slipped his fingers into Jeremy’s hair, gripping until his head was lifted and his mouth was where they each wanted it. Jeremy moaned loudly as he sank down on Kevin’s cock, taking him to the base in one go. Jeremy’s nose was nestled against his short dark hairs in only seconds while Jean fingerfucked him from behind.
Jeremy dragged his mouth up shaft, leaking drool all over Kevin. Jean maneuvered himself until he was laying on his back, his head between Jeremy’s legs. He switched to two fingers and felt around for Jeremy’s prostate. His cock had been untouched, desperate for attention as it wept pre-come onto Jean’s crisp white shirt. He did not know what to do when Jean stretched upward and took his cock in his mouth. Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Kevin’s thighs harder, digging his fingernails in deep enough to make Kevin grunt.
“Fuck, Jeremy.” Kevin gripped Jeremy’s hair and pulled his head back until those swollen pink lips were stretched around the head of his cock. “So pretty.”
Jeremy blinked up at Kevin, looking thoroughly debauched with drool on his chin and tears on his reddening cheeks. He stuck his tongue out and swiped it across Kevin who was still playing with his hair. Jean sucked hard beneath him and Jeremy garbled out a groan, his mouthful of cock rendering him unable to speak still.
“ Plus fort .” Kevin commanded in French. Jeremy was unsure if he was speaking to him but assumed he wasn’t when he felt Jean’s third finger push back inside of him and start thrusting hard enough to have him slipping back down Kevin’s cock. “ Gentil garcon .”
Kevin knew Jean would be chastising him if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied but Jean made up for it by jabbing his calf. Kevin wanted to laugh but he was concentrating far too hard on not coming down Jeremy’s hot little throat. He heard a chuckle beneath Jeremy and tried to kick Jean but was unable to move much.
“Fuck you, enculé .”
Jeremy popped off and opened his mouth to speak. Kevin raised an eyebrow at him, surprised he was still responsive enough to form a sentence. “What’s- ah- what’s wrong? Is it- is- am I bad at this?”
“Oh no, mon amour , you are the furthest thing from bad at this.” Kevin traced his fingertips along Jeremy’s jaw. “I’m going to come if you keep it up.”
“Yeah, he is. Faible .”
“You want to see weak, mon problème ?” Kevin murmured as he lifted Jeremy off his cock and leaned forward to kiss him. Jeremy groaned into the kiss. Kevin lifted his sleeve to wipe Jeremy’s face off. “Messy.”
“Sorry,” Jeremy breathed as he sucked Kevin’s lower lip between his teeth. “Sorry.” He yelped suddenly and bit down, apologizing once more. He wrapped both of his hands around Kevin and stroked him.
“ Merde ,” Kevin rolled his head back. “Fuck, fuck. I’m-” Kevin put both of his hands over Jeremy’s to stop him. “Hold on.” Jeremy nodded and let out a whine, collapsing into Kevin’s lap. “You are so goddamn annoying.” Kevin finally found Jean’s shoulder with his foot.
Jean had discovered Jeremy’s prostate moments before but was deciding to skirt around it instead of actually giving it any attention. He was having a hard time choosing between pleasuring Jeremy and pissing off Kevin.
Kevin kissed Jeremy’s temple and pushed him back until he was fully seated on Jean’s face. Kevin stood and let his slacks fall to the floor, boxers right after. He fell to his knees between Jean’s legs and started yanking his pants down to his hips.
“Feeling neglected, mon trésor ?”
Kevin wasted no time in swallowing Jean’s cock. He pressed his hips down to keep the man pinned to the floor and looked up to watch how goddamn good Jeremy’s ass looked grinding against Jean’s face, still stretched around three of his fingers. His stamina was impressive. Kevin had taken Jean before, several times, and he wasn’t sure three would be enough for Jeremy. He could see Jean’s pinky pressed against his rim but not entering.
Kevin released Jean’s cock and replaced his mouth with his hand. He brought his other up to join Jean’s. “He might need a bit more for you, amour .” Kevin used the copious amount of lube gathered around Jeremy’s hole to push his finger inside of Jeremy. “ Merde , so tight.”
“I- I- fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m gonna-” Jeremy rolled his hips against their hands. Jean was sucking his balls into his mouth and Kevin was working Jean faster. Jeremy pressed his forehead against the edge of the couch and cried out.
Then he was empty.
His body seized with the impending but denied orgasm. He shuddered as goosebumps erupted down his arms, a dark blush stretching across his chest. His chest was heaving as he struggled to open his eyes, breathing hard against the cushion covered in his drool.
“ Mon amour ,” Jean was behind him now, his breath against Jeremy’s ear. “Are you okay?”
Jeremy all but sobbed against the cushion. He gathered himself after a handful of deep inhales and turned around to glare at the couple behind him. “That was mean.”
“ Je suis désolé, ma beaute .” Jean kissed him, long and slow. Kevin hovered behind him and reached around his body to unbutton his shirt as Jean was still half clothed. The shirt joined wherever Kevin’s pants had ended up.
Jeremy sniffled pathetically but kissed him back all the same. “I want to come.” He whined and arched back against Jean’s hard body that was still pressed against his.
“ Oui? ” Jean moved is hands down to grip Jeremy’s thighs and maneuvered him into a more comfortable position onto the couch. “Good because I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging for me to stop and then… I’m going to fuck you some more.”
Jeremy rolled onto his back and raised himself onto his elbows. “I’m saying yes right now to all of that. All of you- both of you-”
“Perfect.” Kevin reached down and dragged Jeremy until his head was positioned on the headrest looking directly up at him. “You won’t be talking much either. Is that okay?”
Jeremy nodded and eyed Kevin’s cock hungrily as it hung heavy between his legs, still slick with Jeremy’s spit. “Please.” His voice was low, a bit raspy from being acquainted with Kevin’s length already.
Jean settled between Jeremy’s legs, condom already in place, and the blonde finally focused on him. He had mostly seen Kevin since Jean was practicing his expertise behind him the majority of the night thus far. Good God . Jean had these thighs and hips that cut into a flat, toned stomach. His body was littered with scars, a few of which looked like bullet holes that Jeremy’s fingers were drawn to. He had one dangerously close to his heart that Jeremy ran his thumb over.
“Part of the job, mon beau .” Jean leaned down and found Jeremy’s mouth in an impatient kiss. “Are you ready?”
Jeremy swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I’m- oh my God, is that a joke?”
Kevin snorted behind him where he was still running his fingers through Jeremy’s hair. “It’s not. It’s real.”
“Oh.” Jeremy eyed his next challenge. Jean had paused where he was lining himself up and was watching for Jeremy’s reaction.
“Kevin can-”
“No, no- no.” Jeremy let out a deep breath and locked eyes with Jean. “I remember something about begging?”
Kevin grabbed both of Jeremy’s wrists and pinned them above his head. Jean hiked his legs up and tested Jeremy’s flexibility, ending up pleased by how easily he bent in half. Jean smirked at him and pushed his knees toward his chest.
He pushed in slowly, watching Jeremy’s eyes widen until his hips pressed against Jeremy’s ass. Jean’s eyebrows furrowed when his eyes squeezed shut. He glanced up at Kevin who was lightly stroking Jeremy’s forehead and eyebrows. Jean leaned down and pressed an open mouthed kiss to Jeremy’s neck, finally convincing him to exhale a litany of curses.
“Problem?” Jean asked from between Jeremy’s ankles.
Jeremy let out another exhale that turned into a giggle. “No, no. I don’t have a problem- I- you can move whenev- oh fuck -”
Jean snapped his hips back and slammed into Jeremy, enough to earn the whites of his eyes. He mouth fell open and Kevin took that opportunity to use Jeremy’s mouth to bring him back to full hardness. Jeremy stretched toward him, letting his tongue loll out to taste Kevin again. He went boneless as Jean fucked into him, gripping just below his knees to keep him still. Kevin slid inside his mouth until he felt the resistance of Jeremy’s throat. Jean was thrusting hard enough to have Jeremy’s head bobbing along Kevin’s cock without any effort of his own.
“Oh, look at that,” Jean leaned down to suck on the bulge in Jeremy’s throat. Kevin hissed at the contact as he inched into Jeremy’s mouth. He released Jeremy’s wrists and placed one on his own that was planted next to Jeremy’s head.
“Tap if you need to stop.” Jeremy squeezed his hand in acknowledgement. “Squeeze twice if you need to slow down or pause.”
Jean’s pace quickened. He lowered Jeremy’s legs to settled around his hips instead to give him more room to breathe. He sucked dark marks down Jeremy’s throat and licked the sweat off of his collarbone.
“Sweetness.” Jean murmured as he wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking hard. Jeremy arched against him and groaned again.
Kevin sighed out a soft groan. “Fuck, he feels so goddamn good, doesn’t he?”
“So good.” Jean agreed, kissing the middle of Jeremy’s chest. “We should keep him.”
“Agreed.” Kevin dragged his hips back, let Jeremy take a breath, then started slowly fucking his mouth. Jeremy’s free hand started to travel between his legs but Jean caught it and tsked.
“None of that, baby,” He sucked two of Jeremy’s fingers into his mouth and dragged his teeth across them. “You’ll come when I say so.”
“When we say so,” Kevin corrected.
They fucked Jeremy from both ends, taking turns running their hands across his body, still neglecting his cock. Jeremy’s chest heaved as he realized he was going to come without the stimulation either way. He grabbed Kevin’s hand and brought it to his throat so he could feel himself as he fucked in and out.
“Ah fuck,” Kevin groaned. “I’m going to come down your throat, okay?”
Jeremy whimpered and held his hand over Kevin’s. Jean raised his head to study Kevin’s expression and gripped Jeremy’s cock when Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed together. Jeremy’s hand flailed as he came between Jean’s fingers, shooting up his own stomach. Kevin released into Jeremy’s throat at the same time. Jean smirked at the two of them, slowing his own movements.
Kevin slowly pulled out then leaned down to kiss Jeremy. The blondes eyes were closed as he panted quietly, as boneless as ever, and covered in his own come. Jean smiled against his jaw and kissed his chin before he started to pull out.
Jeremy’s ankles locked behind him and Jean raised an eyebrow. “Wait- wait, what? You didn’t come?”
Jean huffed out a laugh and gestured to Jeremy’s stomach. “You did.” Jeremy leaned forward, sitting up as much as he could. He tried to steady himself but was too shaky to do so. Jean caught him with a palm against his back before he fell. “You want to keep going?”
“I haven’t started begging yet so yes.” Jeremy grinned at Jean, his lips stretching into a toothy smile. His voice was wrecked but his spirit wasn't. He wrapped his arms around Jean’s neck and guided him back until Jean was the one sitting with his back against the couch, Jeremy happily in his lap.
“Fucking trouble.” Jean guided Jeremy back to sliding down his cock and watched his expression change so many times over the few seconds it took.
Jeremy settled on Jean’s lap, breathing through the edge of overstimulation, and he lifted his hips slowly, experimentally. Jean kept his eyes on Jeremy’s body as he rode him. Jeremy’s hands were clenched on Jean’s shoulders, and his lip was held tightly between his teeth. Jean dragged his hands up Jeremy’s thighs and in toward his hips and settled them there.
Jeremy wasn’t quite hard again but he ignored the feeling and rolled his body. “Fuck.”
Kevin emerged behind him, donning a fresh pair of dark blue sleep pants. He raised both eyebrows at the scene of Jean’s eyes closed and Jeremy all but crying on his lap. “You torturing him or what?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Jean muttered, gripping Jeremy’s hips and lifting him. “He wants it.”
Kevin nuzzled his chin in Jeremy’s hair and kissed down the side of his face. “Does he?” He slipped one had between them and ran his fingers along Jermey’s half-hard cock. It twitched in interest. “I suppose he does.”
“He does, he does, I do,” Jeremy chanted as he looped both arms around Jean’s neck, bracing himself to move his body faster. His thighs burned with the effort but he was just getting started. He slipped one hand into Jean’s hair and turned his head to kiss him. Jean decided he was no longer going to be the passive third partying.
“Hold on tight, mon beau .” Jean whispered against Jeremy’s mouth.
He gripped the blonde’s thighs and lifted him off of his cock, smirking as the fat head stretched out Jeremy’s rim, then dropped him back down. He planted his feet flat against the floor and started fucking into Jeremy again with long, deep strokes. Jeremy yelped and groaned and mumbled incoherent words, barely able to keep a hold around Jean’s neck.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” Jeremy cried out as his cock filled again, curving against his stomach.
Jean felt his hips start to stutter as he got close, Jeremy’s pleas only spurring him on. He cursed quietly and drove his cock into Jeremy over and over. Kevin was palming his newly interested body as well as he watched Jean use Jeremy to get off.
“ Merde -” Jean swore as he came inside Jeremy, spilling into the condom.
Jeremy was shivering above him, spent but still hard. Kevin tore open the last foil packet he had within arms reach and pushed the front of his pants down. Jean cracked open an eye at the movement and huffed out a laugh. He pulled out of Jeremy, earning several whines of protest, and let the man rest against him. He scooted them to the edge of the couch where Kevin gained access. Kevin kissed along Jeremy’s spine to grab his attention.
“Jeremy? Mon chou ?” Jeremy hummed quietly in response. “I’m going to fuck you until you come now, okay?” Jeremy hummed again. Kevin pushed inside of him and groaned, pressing his forehead against the back of Jeremy’s neck. “Fuck, how the fuck do you feel so good?”
“Heavenly, isn’t it?” Jean asked as he brushed Jeremy’s sweat dampened hair from his forehead. Jeremy was shaking against his chest, softly moaning. “ Tu entends ça, joli? ”
“Mmmhm.” Jeremy moved his head against Jean’s shoulder. “S’good. Both’you. So good. I wanna come.”
“Needy.” Kevin grunted from behind. Jean could tell he was close. They could probably get Jeremy there again as well.
“Yeah?” Jean kissed his jaw, slow and open mouthed. “You got one more for me, cheri ?”
“Mhmm.” Jeremy was gone . He panted with each slap of Kevin’s hips, letting out soft little groans that were nearly enough to make Jean hard again. Who was he kidding? If Kevin didn’t come soon, Jean was going to have a problem.
“Kevin,” They locked eyes behind Jeremy. “He’s ready.”
Kevin nodded and gripped Jeremy’s hips tightly. He fucked into him slowly, pulling out almost enough to be out completely then pushing back inside. Jeremy’s cries were muffled by Jean’s mouth but they were both close. Jean’s saliva slick fingers wrapped around Jeremy’s cock and he stroked in time with Kevin.
“Ohh,” Jeremy’s eyes popped open and they slipped closed a moment later. “I’m- I- please-”
Kevin groaned loudly and pulled out in time to come on Jeremy’s back. Jeremy spilled between him and Jean less than a minute later.
“Goddamn fucking fuck.” Jean didn’t know if it came from Kevin or Jeremy. All he knew was that he needed a shower. He kissed Jeremy’s shoulder and gently slid him to his side. Kevin tucked himself back into his pants as he watched Jeremy collapse against the sofa. Jean groaned as Kevin helped him to his feet.
“Shower.” Jean murmured. Kevin snorted knowingly and reached for their discarded clothing, he paused when Jean tugged on his wrist. Jean leaned in and kissed him softly, slowly, as he hadn’t yet that night. “ Je t'aime, mon amour .”
Despite the night they had had, Kevin blushed. “Yeah, yeah. I love you, too.”
He kissed the corner of Jean’s mouth and went back to picking up their clothes. He pulled the closest throw blanket he could find and laid it over Jeremy. He headed toward the bathroom to find wherever the hell his shirt disappeared to.
Jeremy opened his eyes slowly. He had to get the fuck out of there. They both left, they were clearly done, and he had to get out of there . He listened for a moment to hear if either man was coming back but it had been long enough that if they wanted to do something other than leave him sleeping their dicks off on the couch, they would have.
The unfortunate thing was the only thing even close to clothing that he could see was the damn half sized blanket one of them threw over him, likely to keep him from seeing where they went. He sat up and tested his legs. He could do it. He could make it.
Jeremy stood and immediately collapsed to the floor. Noooooo, goddamn his taste in these hot, hot, hot and probably very dangerous men. He was going to die. He was going to die of dick. Good dick. God, suck good-
“Jeremy? Ça va, mon beau ?” Jeremy ignored Jean and pressed his face against the floor. He felt the floor creak but couldn’t bring himself to look at him. “Jeremy…please. I thought we had fun. Was it- did you not want to?”
Jeremy stiffened beneath his tiny blanket that he was pretty sure was exposing at least half of the ass that both men had just become well aquatinted with. Did he not want to? What?
“If we misunderstood- I- merde, Kevin!” Jeremy wrapped the blanket tighter around his body as footsteps came into the room paired with a confused but possibly concerned voice.
“What? What’s going on? Why’s he on the floor, Jean, I told you to get him into the room!”
“He’s scared.”
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t- Kevin, you connard , I came in here and found him like this and he won’t talk to me and I think we fucked up.” Jean’s voice was starting to sound a bit panicked and the notion made Jeremy somewhere more comfortable.
He lowered the blanket slightly and poked an eye out. Jean was on his knees on the floor, wearing only a pair of boxers, and Kevin had a dark blue shirt to match the pajama pants he was wearing. He found Jeremy’s gaze and his face softened. He reached down to card his fingers through Jean’s hair as he held contact.
“We can take you home, if you would like. Or have a driver take you home. Or you can take a car yourself, wherever you want to go.” Jean was frowning as Kevin spoke, almost as if he was…pouting- oh God, he was pouting!
“We don’t want you to,” Jean added, unnecessarily.
Kevin rolled his eyes. “No, we don’t, but these are all possibilities. You probably think we left you alone down here on purpose but Jean is a prissy bitch that needed to shower and I threw clothes in a hamper because I don’t like mess.”
Jeremy giggled.
Kevin held a hand out. “We would both enjoy it if you spent the night with us, ideally between us in a very large, very comfortable bed upstairs, and it would make Jean stop crying.”
“I want you dead.” Jean muttered. "Immediately."
“Now, now, dear, we are trying to not scare him.”
Jeremy laughed again and released his entire face from the blanket. “Oh my goodness.” He peered up at Jean who was still pouting. “You are dramatic.”
“And you are on the floor.” Jean replied.
“Mm,” Jeremy hummed as he rolled onto his back with a grimace. “I’m going to need help.” Jean and Kevin both raised an eyebrow at him, amusement evident in their matching expressions. “I can’t walk.”
Jean immediately scooped his arms underneath Jeremy and lifted him into a princess hold. “To bed?”
Jeremy sighed and leaned against his chest. “Yeah. To bed.”
“Shower first?”
Jeremy whined quietly. “I don’t wanna.”
Kevin scoffed and stood at his side, caging him between them. “Jeremy, mon beau, you are dirty and sweaty and sticky and we have a bathtub the three of us can fit in that will shoot jets up your-”
“Oh! Yes to that then. Do you have- mm, do you have like wine? And strawberries? Strawberries would be nice.”
Jean raised an eyebrow. “Wine and strawberries?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy hid his face again.
“He wants to be romanced.” Kevin surmised as he lifted the blanket to cover him better. “Makes sense since he jumped us in the car.”
“Mm, romanced with wine and strawberries. Little American.” Jean hummed in agreement and tightened his grip. He pressed his lips to Jeremy’s temple. “He did jump us, didn’t he? I was not expecting that.”
“Please shut up,” Jeremy groaned. “I wasn’t expecting any of this.”
Jean and Kevin led him to the upstairs bathroom that was attached to a large bedroom Jeremy didn’t have the energy to look at. The bath was already going as if they had been setting it up prior to his escape attempt. The water was swirling as the jets pulsated in an overly alluring attempt for Jeremy to get in.
“I’m going to get in first, I don’t want you to slip.” Jean said as he started lowering Jeremy onto the lip of the tub.
Jeremy turned at the shuffling of clothing and saw Kevin shed his pants and tug off his shirt. Jean kicked his briefs off and Jeremy was able to see the both of them in the dimmed light of the bathroom. His lips parted and he felt his cheeks flush as his eyes raked over the scratches across Jean’s shoulders. He did not remember doing that. He blinked over at Kevin and could see similar marks on his hips and thighs.
“Come here, first,” Kevin held out both hands and motioned toward a mirror that took the length of the wall. Jeremy swallowed and took his hands, slowly dropping his feet to the floor. His legs still shook but he could at least put pressure on his knees without falling over again.
Jeremy was concentrating on the way Jean’s back flexed as he sprinkled something into the water to realize they were in front of the mirror. He turned to see what Kevin was going to show him and his jaw hit the floor.
If their scratches told him anything, it was that he would look worse. His neck was practically purple with the amount of bites and hickies there, littered across his collarbone from shoulder to shoulder. He had fingerprints on his hips, dark marks disappearing into his thighs. His lips were swollen and red, his eyes were even bloodshot.
“You can’t see it, but you have a rather dark bite mark here. May want to avoid sitting on it.” Kevin’s fingers traced along the curve of his ass.
“You- you bit my ass?”
“I very much did not.” Kevin replied with a grin. “He bit your ass. I watched.”
Jeremy could not have changed into a deeper shade of red had he tried. Jean was chuckling as he left the bathroom in search of Jeremy’s requested romance items. Jeremy huffed and gripped Kevin’s hands tightly. Kevin slipped them around his waist and very lightly kissed his shoulder.
“Wanna get in?”
They were each settled in the oversized tub by the time Jean came back with a chilled bottle of wine, two glasses, and a bowl of strawberries. Jeremy was half asleep in Kevin’s lap, lounging back against his chest, but his eyes lit up when he saw Jean. He joined the pair, settling on the opposite side, and tangled their legs together.
They soaked, emptied the bottle, and fed Jeremy strawberries for the better part of an hour. The timer on the jets went off and the water calmed to a soft ripple.
“You two look good.” Jean commented from where he lay across from them.
Jeremy smiled sleepily. “ You two look good.” He readjusted himself so he sunk down on his knees between them, the water just above his shoulders. He reached between Jean’s thighs where he had noticed the man was already hard. Jean sighed and rolled his head back when Jeremy made contact. Jeremy reached for Kevin as well, finding that he was sporting a matching erection. Kevin’s head fell back too.
He made quick work of the two of them, getting Jean off just a few moments before Kevin. Jean stood in the tub and held a hand out to help Jeremy out. He sat on the edge of the tub and Kevin came behind him to steady him.
“Wha- Oh, oh-” Jeremy gasped as Jean wrapped his mouth around his cock, swallowing him to the base. Kevin kissed along his shoulders, rubbing lightly down his chest, running his fingers into Jean’s hair. Jeremy lasted just over a minute before stiffening and coming down Jean’s throat with a groan.
Needless to say, he was carried once more to the bedroom.
Kevin had redonned his pajama pants, and Jean his briefs, while Jeremy had Kevin’s soft shirt hanging off of one shoulder. Kevin pulled Jeremy’s back against him and wrapped both arms around his smaller body. Jean eyed them critically from where he lay sans blanket. He ran hot.
“He sleeps like a koala, so you know.” Jean explained as he pointed as every one of Kevin’s limbs that was attached to Jeremy. “It is unbearable in the summer. I have the run the AC all night.”
“You like it, asshole.” Kevin muttered though a yawn. “You like me.”
Jean rolled his eyes and Jeremy giggled quietly between them.
“ Bonne nuit, joli .” Jean leaned in to kiss the blonde, savoring the taste of his lips.
~~
Jeremy yawned loudly, wincing as his jaw cracked. He started to stretch but realized he was damn near immobile. Kevin was still superglued to him, not having moved during the night at all. He was a cuddler and also still dead asleep.
“ Bonjour, mon coeur. ” Jeremy lips stretched into a smile at the sight of Jean sipping from a steaming cup, a book resting on his lap. Jeremy yawned again and peered up at him.
“Wha’time is it?”
“Just after 10.” Jean responded quietly as he set his book aside. “He’s not going to release you for at least another hour, so best of luck.”
Jeremy laughed tiredly and squeezed Kevin’s arm. “You’re up though.”
“I’m always awake early. He just is impossible to wake up, nearly anyway.”
Jeremy raised his eyebrow and let his gaze drag down Jean’s body. “I meant… up .”
Jean shrugged. “It’s the morning and I have two beautiful men in my bed. I am only human.” Jeremy wiggled against Kevin, rubbing his bare ass along Kevin’s pants. Jean watched the movement with rapt interest. “I assumed you would be sore.”
Jeremy shrugged. “Not sore enough.”
“When I said nearly impossible to wake up, there is one sure way,” Jean rolled toward the pair and kissed Jeremy hard. He slipped one hand down his body and palmed his hardening cock. Jeremy groaned and canted his hips toward Jean’s touch. Kevin’s fingers twitched around him.
“Is that so?” Jeremy asked, voice just above a whisper.
Jean placed his hand on Jeremy’s hips and pressed him back against Kevin. Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed together and his lips parted slightly at the contact. His fingers twitched again as Jean pushed Jeremy back once more. Jean pried Kevin’s hands off and earned a sleepy groan from the tired man. Jeremy leaned forward to kiss Jean, licking along his teeth as Jean palmed him again.
“Hey,” Kevin mumbled, nuzzling around to find Jeremy again. His eyes were still shut and he was still asleep but he was looking for Jeremy. His hand ended up on Jeremy’s stomach, sliding under his shirt. “Hey.”
Jean snorted and reached across the bed to pinch Kevin’s ear. “ Réveille-toi, connard. ”
“ Va te faire foutre .” Kevin mumbled as his hands slid up Jeremy’s body. Jeremy stayed still between them as Kevin continued feeling him up and Jean continued to kiss him. Kevin grunted when his hand was squished by Jean’s body and he jabbed him in the stomach. “Go away.”
“ Merde, enculé de ta mere you little shit.”
“I don’t know any French but I took a class in high school and I think these are swear words.”
“Typical American learning new languages and only holding onto the curse words.” Jean rolled his eyes. “You are lucky that you are magnifique , Jeremy.”
“Quiet.” Kevin reached down Jeremy’s body and gripped his thigh. He lifted it over his own and Jeremy yelped. Jean watched on as Kevin released himself from his pants and slid his cock between Jeremy’s thighs. He kept his own spread, keeping Jeremy’s thighs open as well.
Jean reached behind him and produced another bottle of lube. The cap clicked and Jean propped himself up on his elbow to reach between them. He coated Kevin’s cock, smirking as Kevin groaned with his eyes still closed.
“ J'aime tes mains. ”
“I know you do, pretty boy.” Jean murmured as he stroked what he could reach of Kevin and kissed Jeremy. “Now how about you give Jeremy here an orgasm or two to start his day off?”
“Glady,” Kevin kicked his pants off and reached for Jeremy’s hole, easily sliding two fingers in. “Fuck- he’s so hot. Still all stretched from last night. From being fucked on your big cock, mon couer .”
Jean hissed at Kevin’s words. “How can you say such filthy things but blush when I tell you you’re a pretty boy?”
Kevin smirked into Jeremy’s hair and slid a third finger inside of him, meeting little resistance. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, sliding in halfway to listen to Jeremy groan. Jean lifted Jeremy’s shirt to gain access to his chest and add to the litany of marks he had left there before. Jeremy rolled his body back against Kevin’s, forcing him in deeper. Kevin moaned softly and hooked his elbow under Jeremy’s knee.
“How do you want me?” Kevin whispered, running his tongue across Jeremy’s ear.
“Like- like this, s-slow but- but harder- ah fuck!” Jeremy groaned as Kevin slammed into him, keeping the same slow pace but thrusting hard enough to jostle him. “I’m not going to last long-”
“I don’t care,” Kevin spoke against Jeremy’s neck. “ Mon beau, you too?”
Jean scooted toward them until his cock was pressed against Jeremy's and they moaned together. Jeremy covered Jean’s hand with his own so they could stroke at the same time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Jeremy cried out as his toes curled.
Kevin came first, sinking his teeth into Jeremy’s shoulder as he did. Jeremy came with a shout a minute later, clenching around Kevin’s drained cock still inside of him. Kevin and Jeremy both stroked Jean to completion. Kevin’s arms were still tight around Jeremy and he was panting hard against the back of his neck.
“ Amour ?” Jean touched Kevin’s bicep and frowned when he flinched. “What’s wrong?”
Jeremy cracked his eyes open to look back at Kevin. “Hey, what happened?”
Kevin pressed his forehead between Jeremy’s shoulder blades and sighed. “Jeremy, I’m sorry. I- fuck, I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t wear a condom.”
Jeremy blinked at him. Oh . That’s what that feeling was. He cleared his throat quietly and patted Kevin’s hands that were crossed on his chest. “It’s okay, Kev. It’s- hey, it’s okay.”
“I meant to. I just got caught up.”
“I understand, I believe you. I um- I mean, I get tested every few months and I’ve always been clean. I also haven’t been with anybody in…a while. It’s been- I mean, it’s been a respectable amount of time, okay? And I haven’t been with that many guys, I’m not usually this easy!” Jeremy was babbling.
“Nobody is judging you, mon beau . We’ve only been with each other for the last 8 years but we get an annual physical with a full panel of bloodwork.” Jean spoke quietly as he rubbed Kevin’s fingers.
“Besides, it feels good.” Jeremy admitted as low as he could.
Kevin’s eyes snapped open and all previous hesitance morphed into something more predatory. “Oh, yeah?” Kevin moved his hips forward and Jeremy’s breath skipped. He elbow Kevin in the ribs in retaliation. “You like it.”
“I’m going to take a shower. I can walk on my own, thank you.”
Jeremy pulled away from Kevin and tried to crawl over Jean but was caught by the hips. Jeremy was positioned over Jean’s half-hardness and staring down at dark grey eyes and raised eyebrows. Jeremy opened his mouth to speak but it turned into a squawk when he felt Kevin leaking out of him.
“Hot.” Jean hummed as he smacked Jeremy’s ass and released him.
Jeremy held his face the entire way to the bathroom. Kevin narrowly avoided a wet spot on the bed as he stretched across to lay on Jean’s chest. Jean kissed the top of his head several times as Kevin sighed quietly. “We will have to take him home soon. You know we have things to tend to today.”
“Mm, hush. I’m going to bask in this for a bit longer.” Kevin lifted his head to kiss Jean’s jaw. “Actually, no, I’m going to bask. You smell like come and sweat and you need to wash these sheets.”
Jean glared at him. “ I need to?”
“You said I’m bad at laundry and I cannot do it any longer.”
“No, no. No, Kevin Day. I said I would show you how to properly do it so you stop pretending you’re bad at it by fucking it up so you no longer have to do it, you intolerant shit.” Jean cuffed the back of his head.
“You’re a brute.” Kevin sat up and stretched. He turned toward the doorway where he saw Jeremy hovering, a very small towel dangling between his legs to cover the necessities.
“Jeremy doesn’t even have a towel, that’s how bad at laundry you are.” Jean remarked.
“Uh no,” Kevin side eyed Jean then turned back to Jeremy with a grin. “That was on purpose. I’m not being denied looking at that hot little body by some terry cloth.”
“Cotton.” Jean corrected. “And that is rude.” He pulled a fresh pair of briefs from the bottom drawer of the nightstand next to him and walked toward the dresser for something Jeremy could wear.
Jeremy flipped Kevin off and balled up the small towel to throw at him. “It is cold!”
“It is because Jean is a human heat lamp and he refuses to keep this apartment above 65.” Kevin said as he started taking the sheets off of the bed.
Jean handed Jeremy the smallest shirt he could find as well as a pair of pants with a drawstring. “I do hate to do this so early, mon beau, but we do have business to attend to.”
Jeremy tried not to look too disappointed. “Oh, okay. That’s fine. I can find my way home-”
“You can find your way into my backseat is what you can do. We will drop you.” Kevin mumbled as he stuffed all of the sheets into one small hamper, kicking it down with his foot as if that would make the sheets smaller or the basket bigger.
“Your phone is charged and your clothes are clean but I thought you might want to wear something other than those wonderfully tight leggings that you had on.”
“You also ripped my underwear.” Jeremy remembered.
“I may have.” Jean pressed his fingertips against Jeremy’s jaw and tilted his head back. “We want to see you again.”
Jeremy pushed his eyebrows together in a small bout of denial. “You do?”
Jean leaned down and kissed him slowly, an open-mouthed kiss that had Jeremy’s knees weakening by the second. He gripped Jean’s forearms to keep steady. “We do.” Jean affirmed. He held out the drawstring pants for Jeremy to stop into and the blonde giggled as he did so.
“Me too,” Jeremy admitted, despite his previous thoughts of escape. “Can I uh- can I ask something?”
Kevin and Jean shared a furtive glance. “Anything.”
“Are you guys like…gang members or something?”
Kevin stifled a laugh and Jean’s lips pressed into a thin line. Jeremy was ready to backpedal and apologize for asking when Jean kissed him again. “Or something. If you want to know more, I’ll tell you, but if you’d rather not then that’s fine too.”
Jeremy peered into Jean’s eyes for a moment, shifting from one foot to the other. Jean took the opportunity to slip the shirt over Jeremy’s head, smiling a bit when his head popped out of the hole. Jeremy shifted his gaze to find Kevin’s and those green eyes he first found in the darkness stared back at him, soft at the corners.
“Okay, then. Do you want to know anything about me?”
“I want to know everything, mon chou .” Jean kissed the corner of his mouth. “All of you.”
“My name is Jeremy Knox. I just graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in Kinesiology and Exercise Science. I like soft shades of colors and my favorite fruit is watermelon.”
Kevin eyed Jeremy for a moment before tentatively speaking. “How old are you?”
“I just turned 21 a couple of months ago.” Kevin choked on his own spit and Jean snorted. “What?”
“No wonder you’re so goddamn energetic in bed.” Jean muttered. “You’re like that fucking battery rabbit.”
Kevin laughed loudly. “Energizer bunny.”
Jeremy narrowed his eyes. “Wait, how old are you two?”
It was only then that he really catalogued his surroundings. The apartment was spotless, save the dirty sheets Kevin was still stuffing into a too small basket. Jean woke up early to read. Kevin slept in, perpetually tired. Their bathroom had actual individual bottles of soap and conditioner and body wash (Jeremy didn’t care what anybody else said but a man switching from 3-in-1 was a milestone only distinguished by a certain age). They had their own loofah’s and Jeremy was pretty sure he spotted multivitamins next to the sink when he spent a few moments snooping. The last clue was the melatonin he could see next to Kevin’s side of the bed.
“Oh God, are you old ?”
The way Jeremy said it had Kevin’s jaw drop and Jean rolling his eyes. “Kevin is old. I am wise.”
“Fuck you, you’re less than a year younger than me!”
“Younger is younger, Day.”
“But is young young ?” Jeremy questioned as he looked back up at Jean.
Jean pushed his hand against Jeremy’s face and covered his eyes. “Stop looking for gray hairs. I do not have any.”
“He plucks them.” Kevin chimed in.
“I’m 29. Kevin is 30.”
“Traitor.”
Jeremy reached for Jean’s hand to obtain his vision back. “Oh! Well, that wasn’t as old as I thought. That’s not a big deal. What do you guys do for work?”
“We run a business.” Jean answered as he met Kevin by their closet. Jeremy tilted his head after they both went inside. He walked over to see where the hell two large ass men could disappear to- oh god. It was a walk-in closet.
“Oh my God.” Jeremy breathed as he watched the two of them compare ties. “This is- this- this is like Sex and the City.”
“I’m definitely the Samantha.” Kevin beamed as he held up a navy blue tie that looked amazing next to Jean’s eyes.
“Yes, you are the one we all loathe, mon amour .” Jean pecked Kevin on the cheek and hung an olive green tie over his shoulder. “This needs to go into the trash where it belongs like the vomit it looks like.”
Kevin frowned at the silk on his shoulder. “You bought me this tie.”
“Mm, yes, I was mad at you for fucking up the Minyard deal.”
Kevin scowled at his partner. Jeremy laughed from the doorway and took a seat on the leather bench near the many, many displays of shoes. His eyes widened as he perused the different versions of one style of shoe. “Who is the Carrie?”
“95% of those are Jean’s so he is definitely the Carrie.” Kevin laughed as he mentally catalogued just how many Oxfords Jean had.
Jeremy leaned back on the bench and watched the two of them move together effortlessly as they got dressed, each man stepping into a crisp suit. Kevin grinned as he tied on the puke-green tie and Jean had a blank, straight face as he watched, though it was clear he was plotting something with the offending clothing item.
Jeremy finally had to ask another question that had been in the back of his mind since the two picked him up. “Why did you guys bring me home?”
Kevin tilted his head in confusion, similar to how a puppy would when being faced with something new. “Have you seen yourself?”
Jean smacked him with a dress sock. “What do you mean?”
Jeremy looked down at his feet and dug his toes into the plush carpeting covering parts of the closet. “Just- you guys are…together. Or whatever. You have each other. Why bring me home?”
Jean reached behind Jeremy to grab a fresh pair of shoes. He hovered over him for a moment before grabbing two belts. “Which one?”
Jeremy frowned slightly but reached for each one. He settled with the Gucci belt with the small signature golden insignia. “This one.”
“We brought you home because- well, I don’t really know, if I’m being honest. We didn’t plan on taking someone home last night. Like I said, we’ve only been with each other for a long time. But last night…” Jean paused as he sat next to Jeremy and started loosening the laces on his shoes.
“I saw you come in, you know, around 7:15 or so,” Kevin chimed in as he attempted to button the cuffs on is wrists. Jeremy smiled up at him and held his hands out. Kevin let Jeremy finish the job. “We’ve seen you there before, several times. Working behind the bar. Or not when you’re usually with friends but you were alone last night. Why were you alone?”
Jeremy shrugged one shoulder as he reached for Kevin’s other sleeve. “I don’t know, I’ve been in my head a bit and just- well, I did go there to take someone home. It’s been a while and I was- I mean, I wasn’t- No, no, I was- I was lonely.”
“Mm,” Jean hummed as he tightened his shoes. “You looked lonely.”
“You did. Maybe that’s why we took you home. I knew you could not be lonely for the night and I preferred it- we both preferred it- if you weren’t lonely with us as your company.” Kevin leaned over Jeremy and placed both hands on his jaw, tilting his face back. “I didn’t want to see you go home with someone else.”
“I second that.”
Jeremy grinned into the kiss but pulled back before Kevin could take it further. He was rewarded with a deep pout that had him laughing. “Oh stop it. You’re never going to get out of here if you keep jumping on me.”
“Is that supposed to sound bad or something?” Kevin mumbled as he tried to leaned in again. Jeremy cackled as he avoided the movement. Kevin growled and pinned Jeremy to the bench so he was spread out next to Jean.
“Kevin.” Jean chastised the man despite his interest. Kevin was straddling Jeremy’s hips and gripping his wrists to keep him from moving.
Jeremy winked at him and Kevin scowled down at him. “Little shit.” Kevin kissed him once more and got off of him. He glared at Jeremy as he adjusted his pants and smoothed out his shirt.
They pulled in front of Jeremy’s small apartment an hour later. He leaned over Jean to look up at the tall building. His phone buzzed for the fifth time that ride and he ignored it for the fifth time. It was surely his nosey roommate wanting to know where the hell he disappeared to the night before. Jeremy wasn’t the not-come-home type. He was the kick-the-one-night-stand-out-in-the-morning type.
“You don’t need to get that?” Kevin asked quietly from his side.
Jean looked up from where he was scrolling through a tablet. “You can. Don’t mind us.”
“No, no. It’s probably my roommate. I’ll text him when I get up there.”
Jean nodded, typed one more sentence, then got out of the car. He held out a hand for Jeremy to take. Jeremy was surprised when Kevin joined them on the other side of the car. They stood close enough that Jeremy felt shielded from the rest of the world, it was only the three of them there.
“Your number?” Kevin asked as he held out is phone. Jeremy grinned as he typed it in, adding a cake slice emoji at the end of his name to make sure they knew who he was. Kevin smirked at it.
Jean traced his fingertips along Jeremy’s jaw until he tilted his head back to look up at him. “Can we see you tonight?”
Jeremy closed his eyes, smiling softly, and nodded. “Yeah-” Jean cut him off with a deep, slow kiss that took Jeremy’s breath away. Kevin leaned in and swallowed the rest of it.
“Jeremy?” Jeremy stiffened, as if not moving in his little Kevin/Jean bubble would make his roommate disappear. “Jeremy, I can see you.”
“He says he can see you.” Kevin commented as he glanced behind him.
“We can make him not see you.” Jean added.
Jeremy swatted his chest at the idle threat. “Stop, stop. No, he is probably just worried.”
“Worried?! Of course I was worried! You didn’t come home then you show up outside making out with two guys! Two guys, Jeremy!”
Jeremy laughed as his very small roommate popped his head between the other two men, one of which who had at least a foot on him, willfully ignorant of any possibly danger. His dark red hair and bright blue eyes were fuming and Jeremy did feel a tiny bid bad about it.
“I’m sorry, Neil. I lost track of time.”
“He lost track of time.” Neil snorted. He reached forward and tugged on Jeremy’s collar, earning a loud yelp from the blonde. “Yeah, okay, which one of you did that to his neck?”
“That was mostly me.” Jean remarked.
“I helped.” Kevin added smugly.
“Oh my God.” Jeremy groaned and started pushing Neil out of his post-sex bubble. “We’re leaving. Bye.”
Neil held two fingers up to his eyes and made a motion letting them know he had his eyes on them. “I’m watching you two. Just because you’re built like a well-dressed version of the Jolly Green goddamn Giant doesn’t mean you can escape me.”
Kevin and Jean stayed outside of the car until Jeremy was fully dragged inside by his roommate. Jeremy had a text waiting for him by the time he got to his room.
See you soon. xo