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"Dude, what time is it?"

"Damn," Devon muttered to Oz. "He's starting to talk like us now too."

"See? Just took a week. We've assimilated him into our culture."

Xander scratched his belly as he stumbled sleepily into the living room and sat down next to Devon. Oz was sitting on the other side of Devon, lazily finishing off his bowl of Fruity Pebbles. "You gonna tell me the time or do I actually have to *look*?"

Oz smiled. "It's like noonish."

"Oh."

Devon laid his head back against the couch. "Dude, I'm still tired."

"You're just not awake enough," Xander offered as he scooted closer to the older boy.

"You're so smart," Devon teased with a smile. "You hear that Oz? I'm tired 'cause I'm not awake enough."

"I told you that Xander had the big brains," Oz said before shoveling the last spoonful of cereal into his mouth and setting the bowl on the end table.

"Hey, shut up," Xander said. There was no real force behind it, it was just something to say. Blinking, Xander noticed that the TV wasn't on. "Why isn't the TV on?"

Devon looked at Oz and Oz looked at Devon. Xander looked at both of them. "Stop doing that. Stop talking to each other without really talking. It freaks me out."

Devon's eyebrow's arched and Oz tore his eyes away from the singer. Turning, the guitarist pulled open a drawer on the end table and rummaged around until he pulled out a bottle of lube. Examining it, he said, "Huh."

"Huh? What, huh?"

"This shit's old. Like old, old. Didn't you buy this when you were still in high school?"

"That was only, like, two years ago. That's not old. Give it here." Devon took the bottle and looked at it. Popping the top, he held it up to his nose as if the odor would tell him if it was still good or not. "Smells fine." Devon looked to his right. Oz sat there looking at him like he always did. Devon looked to his left. Xander wasn't paying any attention; his glassy eyes were fixed on the blank television screen. "Why is it that I'm the only naked guy here?"

"'Cause Xander and I are wearing boxers?"

"Oz, you're a fucking smartass. Now strip, both of you."

"Dude," Xander groaned, his eyes moving to Devon and Oz. "I'm still sore from last night."

Devon smiled, pleasure flooding him as he once again reflected on his outstanding performance. "You complaining? 'Cause Oz, he never complains."

"Not complaining," Xander hurried to clarify. "Just commenting."

"It's okay," Devon said as he finally lifted his head off the back of the couch. "I'm too tired to really move anyway, so I won't be doing anything to make you sore right now. Just get naked before I get snooty."

"Snooty?" Xander inquired.

"Trust me," Oz spoke up. "Just take off your boxers and do what the man says. He's horrible when he gets snooty." Xander watched as Oz lifted his hips and pulled his checkered boxers off. Devon and Oz turned to him, expectantly.

Xander shrugged then pulled down his boxers until they lay pooled around his ankles. He watched as Devon squirted a lot of lube into his hands and threw the bottle back at Oz. After rubbing his hands together, Devon reached out to both sides. Each hand grasped a cock.

Xander gasped and looked down at the fisted hand around his dick. He was hard in an instant. Leaning forward a little, he turned his head and watched Oz's eyes close as Devon began to pump them both. Xander's mouth dropped open a little when Devon turned to face him. "Good?" the singer asked.

Xander nodded. He could only nod. His eyes were still open when Devon's mouth captured his in a soft kiss. For a moment Xander let himself think about the contrast of the way Devon and Oz were together and the way they were with him. Rough and passionate as opposed to tender and passionate. He didn't know what it meant and wasn't at all sure that he wanted to know. But he knew that now wasn't the time to think or ask about it.

Xander drew out of the kiss and looked down at Devon's hard cock, jutting out. When Devon's hand reached the base of Xander's erection, Xander choked out, "Oz." It was more like a choked whimper, but it got the red head's attention. Their eyes locked and then Xander's flicked down to Devon's cock.

Oz smiled and squirted some lube into his hand. Xander reached out, across Devon, and grabbed Oz's hand, squishing the lube between the their hands. Both had slick hands now and they lowered them to Devon's erection. Xander's wrapped around the base as Oz's grasped the rest of the shaft and head.

"Fuck," Devon hissed as his hands on their cocks sped up.

Oz and Xander's hands worked together, stroking Devon with long, swift strokes. In reaction, they felt the singer's grip tighten just a bit. Oz's eyes closed as his hips bucked up, driving his cock harder into Devon's fist. Xander pressed back into the couch, his eyes glued to the blank television screen.

He imagined that it was empty inside and that it was filled with water. Millions of tiny little goldfish were swimming around, watching the three of them fuck through the screen. "Oh, God," Xander whimpered. His attempt at holding his orgasm at bay failed. In fact, it caused him to spiral towards his climax faster.

"Come, Xander," Devon whispered as he worked even harder on Xander's cock.

Throwing his head back, Xander came. He barely noticed when his hot emission splashed down on his thigh. He did, however, notice when Devon's hand left his dick. Xander's eyes opened and he saw that part of Devon's thigh was covered with his come as well.

Moving slowly, Xander removed his hand from Devon and slid from the couch, crawling down by the other two's feet. He stopped in front of Oz and sat up, placing his hands on Oz's thighs. Spreading the guitarist's legs a little more, Xander ducked down, his tongue coming out to lick at the thighs. He heard Oz moan.

Trying hard not to interrupt Devon's hand, Xander laved at Oz's scrotum. This time he heard Devon moan and he looked up. Devon was staring down at him, his mouth open just a bit. Oz's hand stopped working on Devon's dick just as Devon's hand still on Oz's dick. "Suck him, Xander," Devon pleaded through his gasping for air.

Lifting his hand off of Oz's cock, Devon placed it gently on Xander's head. When Xander smiled up at him, Devon's cock gave a nearly painful throb. Turning back to Oz, Xander licked the tip of his cock, scooping up the come that drizzled out of the small slit.

Sweat broke out on Oz's brow as he arched his back, trying to get his entire self into Xander's mouth. Briefly, he reflected about how in only just one week, Xander had come along way. He was so good at giving head now. It only took Xander's tongue lightly running up the underside of his shaft like a feather to make Oz cry out in orgasm, his chin trembling slightly.

Devon's soft chuckling brought Oz's eyes open and Xander's head up. They looked at Devon's face, then at Devon's almost light purple erection and then looked at each other. Xander smiled. He understood completely what Oz was thinking.

Oz roughly pushed Devon to the side and until the singer was spread out on his back. Not enough room. Oz unceremoniously pushed Devon to the floor. He landed with an 'Oomph'. "Hey. . ." his words trailed off as Oz slid down off the couch and Xander and Oz flanked him, their heads at his hips.

His legs spread as he figured out what they had in mind. Xander moved between them, laying on his belly as Oz's mouth moved towards the hard, hungry cock before him.

As the red head's lips glided easily over the head of Devon's cock, Xander's lips attached themselves to Devon's heavy sac. The singer jumped with the sensations. His eyes rolled back into his head as the two mouths worked in unison, sucking to the same beat.

Devon's fingers clutched at the carpeting when both boys started to hum one of Devon's songs. "Oh fuck," was all Devon could manage to say before his back arched up and he came in Oz's warm mouth. After a long, hard come, Devon felt their mouths leave him. "Damn, you guys are good." Xander and Oz moved up and flanked him once more, each of their heads resting on one of Devon's outstretched arms. "What time is it?" Xander asked.

"Oneish, maybe?" Oz answered.

"I'm still tired," Devon mumbled.

"Me too," both Oz and Xander answered.

"Then why are we still awake?"

"Had to fuck."

"Oh," Devon smiled. "That's right. You guys want to take a nap then wake up and do it again?"

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I love Devon,
The End.