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Quinn had a problem.

A big problem.

A 6’3”, blond hair, green eyed problem. Quinn found himself reliving the moment he stumbled upon his cinematographers fucking. He remembered how he had to leave the apartment building and sit outside in the parking lot, holding his ice coffee to his dick in an attempt to keep it down. He remembered Jamie looking down at him, calmly asking what he was doing there at 8 in the morning, seemingly ignoring the post-sex glow he had.

Every night since then Quinn found himself underneath the covers, pajama bottoms pushed down to his knees, hopelessly fisting at his cock with one hand while his other hand was knuckles deep inside his ass thinking about what it would be like to be in Nini’s place. Jamie’s dick was on his mind and it wouldn't no matter how many times Quinn made himself orgasm to the point of tears, it just wasn’t the same.

Monday morning they had class. Documentary basics and the professor always assigned them to vlog their daily lives. They went backwards that day, so Jamie was last.

Jamie’s started off tame with clips of him driving, doing his homework and even clips of him playing with Nini’s niece. Then, he doesn’t know what came over him but the next few clips were of Nini and Jamie in their apartment and it filled him with jealousy.

First clip was them in bed, they both looked tired as they talked about Saturday shooting. Then it was Jamie filming Nini as she cooked breakfast as they talked in Lao.

Then there was a Snapchat video of Jamie holding Nini on set while she holds a gimbal. The caption said “maybe I should marry her”.

Quinn got up and left right after the video ended. Everyone watches in confusion as he slams the door open and stomps out.

He sat in his car, leg bouncing as he took a hit of his THC pen. Quinn slams his head back against the headrest. “You’re fucking stupid Quinn,” he scolds himself. “You’re a nineteen year old getting jealous because you’re not getting dick.”

He goes to take another hit when he’s startled by the sound of his passenger door opening. Quinn’s head whips to look and sees that it’s Jamie getting into his car.

“You really gotta learn how to lock your doors after you get in,” Jamie says casually, he reaches and grabs the THC pen. He takes a hit, allowing the smoke to slowly escape his mouth. Jamie looks at Quinn, who watches with awe and admiration. “You good? You left lookin’ pretty pissed,'' Jamie says. Quinn mumbles about being fine causing the blond to scoff, setting the pen in one of the cupholders. “Nah man you look pretty pissed, what’s up?”

Quinn is quiet as he tries to form an answer. “I’m just…a little off today,” he fib.

Jamie gives him an acknowledging look. “I get that,” he says, the two are quiet for a moment  “don’t go home after this.”

“Where am I supposed to go?”

“Our place,” Jamie says simply “Nini’s brother got us some V.S.O.P and I think you’d like it.”

Quinn thinks about it “sure.” Jamie grins and gets out in the car.

“See you then,” Jamie says before closing the door, leaving Quinn to sit there.

Quinn didn't know how it ended up like this. He came over for drinks and now he’s kneeling in front of Jamie with his face between his legs. Inhaling his musk through denim fabric and running his tongue along the zipper, Quinn found himself progressively getting harder. Something Nini noticed as she kneeled behind Quinn. Her hand reaching down Quinn’s shorts, he moans at the sensation of Nini’s soft hand wrapping out his cock.

“Careful Namtaan,” Jamie coos. “I don’t want him to cum yet.” Quinn feels Jamie’s hand on his head, pushing Quinn away from his groin which makes the smaller man whine. The blond grins as he unzips his pants, “does baby want a taste?” Quinn desperately nods, making Jamie chuckle a little.

Then he pulls it out, in all of its 7 inch, girthy, uncut glory. Quinn almost drools seeing it, his own cock twitching. “ Fuck, that’s what Nini was dealing with? Shit, if that’s what I’m promised after a shoot I’d behave too, ” Quinn thought. He leans forward to attempt to put it in his mouth but Jamie stops him.

“Not so fast Pint Size,” Quinn almost rolls his eyes at that nickname. “You can’t go straight for it,” Jamie says “gotta start small.”

Quinn opens his mouth to protest but Nini beats him to it, “trust me Quinn-Quinn,” she whispers in his ears, still stroking his cock “you don’t wanna.” He stares at Jamie, who’s leisurely waiting for Quinn’s next move.

Jamie watches as Quinn sticks his tongue out and gives the head an experimental lick. Quinn gently wraps his hand around Jamie’s cock, gently stroking and licking any pre that dribbled out, earning him groans.

“Fuck baby,” Jamie pants as he watches Quinns lips wrap around the head of his cock. He puts his hand on the back of Quinn’s head, slowly pushing him forward little by little. Nini stops what she’s doing and gets up quietly to go to the bedroom. “You’re doing such a good job,” Jamie praises.

Quinn felt like he couldn’t breathe, Jamie was just so…big. He wanted to stay still until he hears “wanna use your throat like a cocksleeve…can I?” Something must’ve possessed Quinn hearing those words because he nods his head.

He almost gagged at the first thrust, tears formed in his eyes as they rolled to the back of his head. “Fuck Quinn,” Jamie mumbles “mouth almost feels as good as Nam’s.” Quinn only groans in response to his cock hitting the back of his throat, drool running down his chin. He was so busy focusing on not dying on Jamie’s dick that he didn’t hear the sounds of straps and buckles coming from behind him until Jamie pulled him off.

Jamie laughs “shit Nam you’re gonna kill him with that.”

“That’s what prep is for,” Nini snorts. She appears in front of Quinn, sitting next to Jamie giving Quinn a clear view of what Jamie was talking about. Nini was wearing nothing but a strap-on with a realistic dildo that was bigger than Jamie’s cock.

She makes a beckoning motion towards Quinn “get up and strip.” Quinn obeys hastily stripping his clothes as Jamie did the same. Nini and Jamie reposition themselves so they’re facing each other as they both invite Quinn to sit between them.

Quinn crawling on top of Jamie, lured in by Jamie’s gold barbells on his nipples. Jamie squeezes his pecs “wanna taste? Go ahead,” Quinn’s lips hover above Jamie’s left nipple, before he hesitantly latches on.

Jamie lays down to get more comfortable, guiding Quinn with him, making Quinn bend down and giving Nini a good view of what’s going on with his ass. Nini snorts again, “I don’t think we need to prep him,” she says matter-of-factly tugging at the hot pink base of a buttplug tuck snuggly inside Quinn “fucking slut came prepared.” Quinn moans loudly against Jamie’s chest as Nini slowly pulls out the buttplug. “Shit look at how big it is,” she hands it to Jamie.

The blond kisses the exposed part of Quinn’s neck, “looks like she’s right, you really don’t need prep.” Jamie grabs Quinn by the face and forces him to make eye contact. Plug in hand, he taps Quinn’s bottom lip with it, “open.” Quinn doesn’t, “c’mon baby, don’t make me be the mean one,” he chides “that’s Namtaan’s job.”

Quinn opens his mouth and Jamie forces the plug inside his mouth.

“See,” Jamie says sweetly, patting his cheek, “that wasn’t so hard.”

Nini in the meanwhile had been lining herself up with Quinn’s hole that was desperately clenching at nothing. She gets the tip in causing Quinn to whimper, she watches as Jamie gives comforting kisses on Quinn’s temple before slamming the whole length in, earning muffled cries. She’s merciless, beginning to thrust without giving Quinn time to adjust.

Jamie watches as the tiny brunet on top of him gets destroyed. “You like that? You like the way mommy’s making you feel good?” He whispers, “just wait ‘til I get my hands on you, Pint Size.”

Quinn didn’t know what it was about that sentence, maybe it was the idea that he was gonna be passed back and forth like a fuckable ragdoll, but that mixed with how Nini had her fingers digging into his hips as she slams into him drove him over the edge. Thick, white ropes covered Jamie’s abs. Quinn pants as Nini stops thrusting, pulling out, he whines at the loss of stimulation, trying to push himself back.

Nini winds her arm back and slaps Quinn’s ass as hard as she could, causing him to yelp and Jamie to sympathetically wince. “Who said you can cum?” Nini slaps him again “Answer me,” Quinn whimpers, she slaps him again, and again, and again.

“Namtaan,” Jamie starts, he says something in Lao, making Nini get up. Jamie gently rubs Quinn’s cheek, “you made mommy mad,” he points out, “but you didn’t mean it huh?” Quinn shakes his head, still suckling on the buttplug in his mouth. “Wanna say sorry?” Quinn nods, Jamie kisses his temple. “Good boy,” Jamie reaches up and removes the plug, tossing aside haphazardly. “Sit up and turn around,” the brunet obeys. Jamie sits up himself as Nini comes back with something in her hand.

She sits in front of Quinn and Jamie, holding up a large ring. Nini doesn’t say anything as she slides it onto Quinn’s neglected cock. He whimpers from the cold metal touching his warm skin. “There,” Nini pats Quinn’s thigh “now you won’t cum unless we want you to.”

Quinn looks at Jamie who was lining himself up. That’s when Quinn’s soft brown eyes widened with horror at a realization, “w-wait you-!” Too late. Weak sobs left Quinn’s lips as Jamie was equally as merciless. Nini grabs Quinn by the hair and shoves his head down, forcing her strap into his mouth. He was in pain, yet in a perverse way, it felt…really good.

His eyes were rolling to the back of his head as Jamie hit that little sensitive spot, dick straining against the ring. “Be a good boy and maybe mommy will let you cum,” Nini says, she pulls his head up by the hair, forcing him to make eye contact “you want that? You wanna cum?” Quinn wanted to answer, wanted to say yes, wanted to be used as their personal cum toy. He wanted-

Quinn shot up from his bed with a start. He looks around with heavy breaths like he ran a marathon.

He looks down in disgust “what are you fourteen?” Quinn scolds himself as he takes off his soiled pants and underwear, throwing them in his hamper. He changes into clean clothes as he remembers what happened.

Quinn didn’t actually go to Nini and Jamie’s apartment, he went back to his own apartment and passed out, having a wet dream of his two friends like he was back in high school. What did that dream say about him? Did he like it when Nini bullied him? Quinn didn’t want to know. He tossed his dirty clothes and sheets into the washer, trying to shake the dream out of his head.

Unbeknownst to him (possibly for the better), Nini is living his dream. Jamie has her on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist on their bed, the both of them flushed and eyes blown with lust. “Fuck, it’s like you were made for me,” Jamie groans. Nini doesn’t say much except for moans and pants as she claws at Jamie’s back.

Jamie’s hips were losing rhythm as he felt himself coming close. “Namtaan,” he says, pressing his forehead against Nini’s.

“Go ahead,” Nini says, “cum inside, breed me, give me your babies, just don’t fucking stop.” Jamie obliges, making Nini moan as he slams into her cervix. He kisses her with passionate fervor as he spends inside her, painting her walls white.

He pulls away from the kiss. Both panting heavily, Jamie smiles, kissing Nini’s sweat covered forehead. He pulls out watching as a mixture of his cum , lube and her slick spills out. Jamie collapses next to Nini.

It’s almost a reflex how Nini automatically snuggles next to Jamie. “Namtaan,” Jamie says “I think you ruined pussy for me.” Nini flicks his nose.

“That’s the first think on your mind after cum?”

“Yes,” he says seriously, making Nini laugh.

“You’re so stupid,” she says giving his nose a peck.

“And yet I’m your best friend,” he says getting up, he holds his arms out. “Shower?” Nini instantly jumps into his arms.

The two kissed again before Jamie carried Nini to their shared bathroom to clean up (and for round two).