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John started tagging along to the gym years ago when he first moved in with Smitty, but now he came nearly every time.
And that first time after the three of them became 'official' was difficult. Matt really had to restrain himself from constantly watching the two of them as they went about their various sets. John spent most of the time on the treadmill, whereas Smitty worked on his legs.
On his way over to the rack of dumbbells, Matt ended up tripping over a stray one left on the floor. If he'd been more astute, he would have seen it, but his attention was drawn away from his surroundings as he watched John lift the bottom of his shirt and wipe at his forehead. Exposing that subtly toned torso that Matt had grown rather fond of. It really threw him for a loop.
A woman close by took out her earphone and asked if he was alright. Apart from his dignity, he told her he was fine, before picking up the equipment he'd tripped on and taking it back over to the racks.
In the locker room afterwards, they stripped off their sweaty clothing and bundled into one of the somewhat spacious shower cubicles - the area was empty so they hadn't needed to sneak in. But before either he or Smitty could even start to wash the sweat away, John lowered to the tiled floor and kissed both of their dicks respectively.
Whilst Matt gasped sharply, thinking he couldn't seriously be about to blow them both at the same time, especially here, no less; Smitty just reached down and fisted his hand in John's increasingly dampening curls - maybe this was a common occurrence when they came here. The water was falling over Matt and Smitty's shoulders, droplets flying out and landing on John's head.
Already feeling rather pent up from watching them this past hour, Matt's dick grew hard embarrassingly fast. John stared up at him, eyelids occasionally flickering as water hit him, and wrapped his lips around the tip. His other hand gently worked Smitty's cock.
Matt yelped when he felt a tongue prodding and lapping at his fraenulum.
John pulled off a second later and pressed a finger to his lips, gesturing for him to keep quiet. He switched to Smitty then, sucking on the head of his cock. Taking in half of the shaft and hollowing out his cheeks. In his peripheral, Matt noticed Smitty's head fall back against the tiles, lips loose and panting, similarly trying not to make sound.
His eyes opened, as if he could sense Matt looking at him. He smirked and cupped the back of Matt's head, pulling him close and kissing him. Matt sighed against his mouth, feeling fingers leave his hair and slide down his back to grab his ass. Squeezing hard once, earning a muffled groaned from him. Thank fuck the sound of the water was loud enough to mask any straying noises.
Fingers splayed over his ass, feeling him up as John started back on him again. Matt's mouth slipped a little off-centre against Smitty's in response. His cock sliding down John's throat and hitting the back of it. The slightest hint of teeth at the base making his head spin.
He sucked in a breath as the fingers dipped between his ass cheeks, brushing dangerously close to his hole. Matt whined softly. And then, a blunt end prodded him, pushing against that tight ring of muscle until it popped inside. But Smitty didn't get very far inside him as Matt moaned into his mouth and came instantly. Shooting down John's throat.
His knees buckled, breaking the kiss for the first time, getting a faceful of water as his head dipped under the spray; but Smitty's arm wrapping properly around his waist prevented him from experiencing an embarrassing tragedy.
John pulled off, his other hand stilling on Smitty's cock, and laughed in pleasant surprise. "That was fucking quick."
"Sorry."
"No-no, it's okay." He was sent a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze of his thigh, before John raised to his feet, lips red raw. "You wanna get Smitty off?"
"Oh, uh- yeah, okay."
He took Smitty's cock in hand for the first time. That magnificent, heavy weight between his legs, laying hot in his palm.
They stood in a kind of triangle with Smitty's back pressed against the wall, the shower now raining down in the space between them. He had one arm snaked around each of their waists as Matt began to pump one hand up and down his thick shaft.
Both he and John let out surprised yelps as Smitty's fingernails dug into their asses in alignment with his speedy orgasm. His cock spurted between them, and his come was swiftly washed away down the drain. Smitty kissed them both in gratitude, then let them go.
After finishing up and actually washing themselves, they left the gym, completely inconspicuous.
John decided they should go somewhere for lunch, saying he'd worked up quite an appetite. They could make it into the date they'd spoken about before, he suggested. It was nothing spectacular. Just lunch at a cafe none of them had been to before.
The atmosphere between them was light-hearted and familiar. Hanging out casually as if those plump lips across the table, drinking from that glass hadn't been wrapped around his dick half an hour ago. And when they had all finished eating, Matt paid for it, despite their valiant attempts to convince him otherwise.
And yeah, Matt thought, they worked well together.
\ꕥ/
A month later, everyone was over at Tyler and Kelly's for a fourth of July gathering.
These parties were always fun. Matt got to see people he hadn't spoken to, or seen in person for a while; and drink excessively. But he was going to try to not get too wasted this time around. Worried for the fact he might say something untoward. Reveal something they weren't ready to.
His nerves must have shown in his face and body language, because John pressed a placating kiss to his mouth before the three of them clambered into the car. "It'll be fine."
Matt flushed, like he always did whenever either of them showed him affection - it was something he was still getting used to. "Thanks, yeah."
Smitty slammed the car boot shut, their joint overnight bag encased inside. They were all planning on drinking, so Tyler had offered up the spare room and couches for anyone who wanted them. John and Smitty had immediately bagsied the room, and Matt begrudgingly said he'd take the couch.
They were some of the first people to arrive, and so they got first pick of seating at the long table in the back garden. John and Smitty sat opposite each other at the table after getting themselves drinks. And usually, in that scenario, Matt would sit beside either of them. But he couldn't, not tonight, out of fear of slipping up, or being too touchy. So, he sat a few seats down. Tyler on his left, Droid on his right, when him and Pezzy eventually arrived.
Tyler and Kelly had prepared a buffet on a separate table. And once everyone had arrived, Matt got up to fill his plate. Which happened to be the same time as Smitty. He wondered if it was a calculated choice.
Without looking at him and instead assessing the options, Smitty said, "Hey, man."
Matt flicked his gaze over to him. "Hey."
He walked around the food table, Smitty trailing a respectable distance behind him. Matt took a longer time to pick what he wanted, whereas the man beside him dumped a spoonful of one thing and a handful of another onto his own plate.
As Smitty deemed he had enough, he passed behind Matt, his free hand pressing to his back as if he were squeezing by, when really there was more than enough space. Matt's heart skipped a beat as he felt the hand slide down his back and grab his ass, squeezing. He yelped and nearly dropped his still-empty plate.
Smitty turned back; the asshole shooting him a teasing smirk as he walked back to his seat. No one seemed to have noticed the interaction, their attentions entirely on the food and each other.
\ꕥ/
A little while later, when the sun began to set and most people had finished eating, John stood up and excused himself. "Ex-squeeze me, fellas. Little John needs a leak."
Matt watched him go, lingering on the bi-fold doors even when he'd disappeared from sight into the house.
When he turned his attention back to the table, he caught Smitty staring at him with a knowing look. Matt narrowed his eyes at him, but when Smitty then winked, he looked away sharply, heat flushing up his neck just as Tyler roped him into a conversation.
A couple of minutes later, John returned to the table, looking overly smug. He had his phone out in one hand, fingers moving across the screen. Before taking a seat, John leaned over Smitty's shoulder and whispered something into his ear. A smirk lit up the other's face, turning to whisper something back. Matt swallowed hard as they both glanced at him, trying to focus on what Tyler was telling him. None of their friends noticed the exchange.
John sat down in his seat then, tapping on his phone screen a few more times before placing it on the table. Both Smitty and Matt's phones pinged a second later, audible over the sound of chatter, which had simmered down a little as they'd started eating, although not by much.
Matt picked up his phone, and saw a message in their small chat from John. Two images. He unlocked the device and opened the notification… and immediately regretted it. He lowered his brightness and held his phone relatively close to his chest.
Plain and simple, it was a nude. Two of them. Unbeknownst to anyone but himself and Smitty, John was wearing lingerie. A skimpy light pink and lacy thong that left nothing to the imagination. In the first image, John was stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, phone upside down. He had tugged down his trousers to reveal the thin straps of his underwear. Happy trail on show as his other hand disappeared up and under his shirt.
Matt swallowed hard and swiped to the second image, completely forgetting where he was.
John's trousers were pulled further down now. Button popped open. Zip undone. Sides folded out. A glimpse of milky thigh his mouth had traversed only a handful of times. The laced pink front of the thong peeking out from behind John's fingers where he was cupping himself.
Glancing down the other end of the table, Matt noticed Smitty too on his phone. Albeit less privately than himself as he was at the end, and smirking at the screen. John was teasing them both.
Matt looked back down at his own device, and bit his bottom lip, attempting to prevent a less than ideal sound from escaping.
"What's that you're looking at?"
Fuck.
It was Droid who'd asked. The person sitting right next to him.
Scrambling to get the photo off his screen, in a flurry of panic, he dropped his phone. The screen very much still on, but fortunately it landed face-down.
Beside him, Droid pushed his chair out to pick it up for him. But Matt was swift to stop him.
"No-no! Thanks, man. I got it."
"Okay, weirdo."
Matt pressed his now off phone to his chest, lungs heaving a little too hard.
\ꕥ/
John stood up again nearly half an hour later. "Excuse me, fellas."
"Didn't you just go? Like twenty minutes ago?" Grizzy pointed out before shovelling the last of his plate into his plate.
"Do you want me to piss you? You'd probably like it." Grizzy just flipped him off as John blew him a kiss, heading to the bi-folds.
Matt watched the interaction, but thought nothing of it, except that he hoped John wasn't going back to take more photos of himself. Matt didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from doing something rash if that happened.
His phone pinged with a new message a few minutes later.
John: {M come to upstairs bathroom}
Matt frowned at the message, glancing down the table to silently question Smitty about it, because he definitely knew what was happening. But Smitty just stared at him expectantly.
Right. Okay.
"You've got, like, three bathrooms, right, man?" He asked Tyler as he stood up, placing a bantering hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Yeah."
"Great. I don't quite fancy walking in on John on the can."
The house was silent as he jogged upstairs, a little too eager.
The moment Matt closed the bathroom door behind him, John was on him, pushing him back against the edge of the sink counter. Crushing their mouths together in a desperate kiss. John moaned softly in relief, and attempted to curl his leg around Matt's. Matt gripped his ass, pulling him close. He slid one hand under the knee of John's raised leg and lifted it higher.
"You alright?"
John slid his fingers down Matt's arms, until his reached his hands, taking them in his own and swinging a little like he was shy about asking. "I wanted to suck you off."
"What?" Matt asked, not believing he'd heard him correctly. It had been so long since someone had wanted him like this, badly enough to lure him into the bathroom at a friend's place.
John nodded his head once. "Yup."
"Now?"
John grabbed his waist and pulled him closer roughly, sandwiching himself against the counter. "I have a high-ass sex drive, man. You should know that by now." He leaned in and kissed him. But after only a few seconds, Matt pushed against his chest.
"Wait-wait." John searched his eyes, evidently not expecting the resistance. "What if I did it?"
"What if you sucked your own dick? You can do that?" He asked with a teasing grin.
"No, dumbass. What if I sucked you off?" It wasn't an ideal place for his first time at this. But the opportunity was right there, and he wasn't about to pass it up.
"Oh. Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Gotta do it some day."
"Not necessarily, you know I'm more than happy to volunteer. But, if you're sure."
"I am," Matt reassured, hiking up his trousers a little so there would be no straining in the material as he sank to the floor. As he did so, John shimmied down his trousers. He trailed his hands down John's exposed flanks, hooking his fingers into the straps of the thong. Inhaling deeply, he muttered into the soft pink fabric, "Those pictures…"
John let out a soft, airy laugh. "Yeah, you liked 'em?"
Matt hummed monotonously as he quickly tugged down the elasticated straps to expose John's half-hard cock, because who knew how long it would be before someone came looking for them. Maybe Smitty would? Then, maybe all three of them would fuck in their friend's bathroom. How exhilarating that thought was.
"I'm gonna film it, alright?"
"Gonna post it on your OnlyFans?" Matt asked with a playful smile.
John huffed a laugh as he took out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and held it above Matt's head. "No. We can show it to Smitty later. It'll be a surprise."
Matt liked the sound of that. Quite a lot.
He took John's cock in hand and gave it a few long, slow strokes, earning him a blissful moan that was far to loud. He'd jerked John off before, but never had he put his mouth on that hot shaft. First thing he did was mouth along the length of it. Leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
A hand slid over the short strands of his hair, fingernails scraping across his scalp and sending shivers down his spine as he reached the tip of John's cock once more. A bead of precome had collected there, so Matt stuck his tongue out and lapped it up. It was the best-worst thing he'd ever tasted, salty and overwhelming.
He stepped it up then. Sucking the head into his mouth. It felt somewhat awkward, having his lips stretched so wide like this. But he sure as hell wasn't about to stop and complain as John moaned softly above him. As best he could, Matt looked up to make eye-contact, so to speak, with the camera. Was this what it felt like to be a slut? On his knees, cock between his lips, being filmed? Because if it was, he could absolutely see the appeal.
Taking more of John in, he himself let out a groan from the back of his throat. Vibrating around him. John tugged harder at his hair. "Fuck, Matt. I'm close."
Matt wasn't complaining about the swiftness of the whole ordeal, as he sucked the tip harder, focusing his tongue on the fraenulum, hoping to feel John's hot spend down his throat soon.
The hand in his hair slid down to cup his jaw, causing him to stop and pull off to look up at him. Wet lips parted and panting. "I wanna come on your face," John admitted.
Matt sucked in a breath. "But-"
"I'll clean you up, dumbass."
"Okay."
He closed his eyes, letting John take over and jerk his cock towards his features, anticipating that first spurt.
"Oh, fuck… yeah," John drawled from above, before Matt felt come hit his nose, then his forehead and cheeks, and finally his mouth, like John was purposefully aiming. Instinctively, his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Salty bitterness overwhelming his taste buds. It was fucking divine.
"Looks good on you, Matt," John complimented with a smile before stopping the recording and putting his phone down by the sink. Matt stood up, gripping the edge of the counter, as John leaned over and tore off a couple of sheets of toilet paper, dutifully wiping him down.
Matt instinctively looked anywhere but John. A few seconds passed of silence felt his thumb and index finger pinch the bridge of his nose, drawing his attention back to the man pressed against his front.
"You did so well, Matt."
"Thanks," he responded, face flushing a deeper pink than it had already been.
"Now, have a slurp of that." It was a bottle of mouthwash. Matt hadn't even seen him look for it, but was more than grateful for it as he unscrewed the cap and swished some around his tongue, teeth and gums, then spat it into the sink.
John kissed him long and hard, telling him again how good it had been, before opening the bathroom door.
\ꕥ/
The entire table seemed rather engrossed in a bout of conversation when they returned over ten minutes later. So much so that no one batted an eye that they came back together. Except Smitty, of course.
"We're playing 'Never Have I Ever'," Tyler told him as Matt sat down, then wiggled his brows. "Sexual style."
"We started without you, sorry," Pezzy said from across the table.
"Nah, s'all good."
"Hey, Matt," Smitty called from down the table. "You got a little something-" He gestured to his own jawline, swiping his index along it. Matt immediately knew what he was gesturing to, and quickly wiped at the same place on his own face, a wet slide greeting his fingertip. Fucking shit. How could he even see from there? Maybe John had purposely left some behind and told him? Just another way of teasing Matt.
He wiped his fingers off on his trousers, before casually brushing them over his cheeks as if to swipe away the heat rising in them. "So, uh, who's go is it?"
"Yours, man, if you want."
"Okay, uh-" He began, picking up his drink and saying the first thing that came to mind. "Never have I ever used a… toy."
Nearly everyone drank, more than he thought would, including himself. And so, they went around the table and confessed as to which toys specifically. Most people said one thing. Rings. Pumps. Fleshlights. He was happy to not be the only one, so when it got to his turn, he didn't feel the mortification that he thought he would as he admitted to having one.
But John and Smitty… they had a list.
And Matt had seen all of them. They had given him a tour of their collection last week.
So, he had to act just as surprised - and amusedly disgusted - as everyone else when they rattled off their list.
Kelly went next.
With a thoughtful finger pressed to her lips, she glanced at Tyler with a smirk and said, "Hmm… never have I ever done it in public."
"What are these vanilla-ass questions?" John tutted, before he and Smitty drank. A couple of others did too do, of course, they went around the table again, asking who had done what. Did receiving a blowjob in a friend's bathroom count? Nah. He'd call that semi-public. So, he didn't drink. Plus, he didn't quite feel like explaining it.
It was John's turn next.
And, Matt knew from the look on Smitty's face that it was going make him squirm. They had some kind of telepathy that scared him a little sometimes.
"Never have I ever… had a three-way."
Eyes darted around the table, waiting for anyone to lift their glass. But nobody else did.
Of course, though, Smitty drank. And they both glanced down the table at him as their glasses touched the table again. The looks could have easily been painted as them seeking out anyone else.
Oh, fuck it all to hell. Matt picked up his drink, sighed, and drank.
"What?" exclaimed a few people.
Droid turned his body to face him as his cheeks burned. What had he done this to himself? "Okay, you two I can kinda understand. But, Matt?"
Matt chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah…"
"No way you've had a threesome!" Megan near enough shouted from beside Smitty.
"I- uh, I have, yeah."
Grizzy leaned forward, holding up a hand. "Okay, wait- who the fuck with? Girl and a guy? Two women?"
"Do we know them?" Pezzy tagged on before Matt could even get out an answer.
Matt knew his face was bright red, so he hid behind his palms, hoping they'd forget he was there. But they were persistent.
"Did a couple approach you, or somin'?"
"Please tell us who it was with!"
"Was it good?"
Before Matt could tell them all to shut it, John nodded, letting slip a small, "Yup." And as soon as he said it, he slapped a hand over his mouth. Opposite him, Smitty stifled a giggled into his palm.
Matt was going to die. Could the ground just open up already?
Everyone turned towards the opposite end of the table.
"How the fuck do you know?" Puffer asked, pointing down the table at him.
Wide-eyed and panicked, John lied, "Uh- he told me about it."
"For real?" Someone asked. Matt was sure it was Puffer, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Smitty, because he didn't dare lean forward to look down at John.
"Why would he tell you?" Tyler slapped a hand over his mouth, his tone drunkenly harsh, and he immediately backtracked. "Sorry, man, that was mean."
John didn't seem to take offence, as he exclaimed cheerfully, "We're good friends, I'll have you know!"
"Okay, c'mon, if Matt doesn't wanna tell us- let's just move on," Smitty said, swiftly putting an end to the embarrassment. "Who's next?"
\ꕥ/
"Oh, uh, Matt," Droid began, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. Everyone was either tipsy or properly drunk by now - Matt was trying to stay just a bit tipsy, but was failing miserably. "Could you send over that one photo of Max before I forget?"
Matt reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. He'd taken a bunch of 0.5 pictures a little while ago, and there was an especially hilarious one of Pezzy. "And what's the magic word?"
His friend rolled his eyes, squeezing his shoulder hard. "Please."
"Gonna set it as your wallpaper, Jaime? Wank to it later?" John asked as he came up behind them, slinging his arms around Matt and Droid's shoulders. Pezzy also came up to them after having been speaking to Grizzy and Kelly. Most of them had migrated away from the table by now, mingling on the patio or lawn. Drinks in hand.
Matt pressed a few buttons on his screen, almost blindly so, as if he were on autopilot, and sent the picture over.
"Thanks, man." Droid opened his own phone as it pinged with the notification. And Matt thought that was that. But then, Droid let out a strangled sound. "The fuck? Matt? Why the fuck do you have a rather promiscuous picture of John?"
"Wait, what?" Pezzy stepped closer to peer at Droid's screen.
Matt's blood ran cold. And he sobered up real quick.
"What-" The second of John's teasing photos sat on Droid's screen.
John leaned down between them, giggling a little. "Oh, shit, did I send that to you? Oops."
Pezzy looked at him. "How are you so nonchalant about this?"
"Twas but a simple accident. No biggie," John said with a shrug.
"No big- I'd be fucking mortified if I accidentally sent a naked photo of myself to someone."
"I am mortified," Matt said from behind his fingers.
With a curious curl of his upper lip, Droid asked, "You take nudes of yourself?"
John huffed a laugh, like it was a silly question. "Yeah, who doesn't?"
"I don't."
"Not even to send to Max?"
Pezzy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, my fucking god."
"We're not dating!" Droid shrieked, shoving John's arm off him and moving to stand beside Pezzy, which didn't really help his case.
John shrugged, and took his other arm off Matt - who'd been very much enjoying the closeness they'd been limited to the entire evening. Other than, y’know, sucking his dick. "If you say so."
Thus, the matter of Matt and the nude was dropped. A simple mistake. And he breathed a very long sigh of relief.
\ꕥ/
The evening ended with fireworks.
Set off at a safe distance at the bottom of the garden. An amusedly frightened Tyler and Grizzy scurried back to the rest of them waiting on the patio before they were caught in the explosion.
As everyone waited for the fireworks to blast upwards, Matt stepped up beside John, pressing their arms together. Brushing the backs of their fingers together, but nothing more. Smitty's arm was wrapped loosely around John's shoulder. His hand moved from where it had been hanging limply, to where he could reach out and gently tap his fingertips on Matt's shoulder. Matt tightened his grip on his bottle, relishing in the subtle touches.
The fireworks shot up from the ground a moment later, whizzing and popping into the dark sky. Around him, everyone whooped and cheered. The hand on his shoulder suddenly squeezed. He turned his head to see John and Smitty kissing each other softly. Just passed them, Puffer and Megan were doing the same. A quick peck on the mouth in celebration.
The squeeze had been one of reassurance, Matt figured. As if they were telling him, 'if we could, we would'.