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Oz woke up, sandwiched between two people. He lay on his side, pressed up against Xander's back, Oz's arm wrapped almost possessively around the younger man's waist. Behind him was Devon, pressed up against his back so tightly that Oz could no longer feel him there. Devon was now just another part of Oz.

The guitarist rolled onto his back and then over onto his side until his face was less than and inch from Devon's. Moving his hand up, Oz ran his fingers over the singer's face. Devon's face twitched, but he did not wake up. Pressing his lips to Devon's, Oz was pleased when Devon's eyes fluttered open and his lips began to move, returning the kiss.

After a moment, Oz pulled back, his eyes searching Devon's. They were communicating silently again, this time posing the question of whether or not to wake Xander. Rolling their heads, they just looked at the sleeping boy next to them, who had rolled onto his back, then looked back at each other.

No. They'd let him sleep.

With that settled, Oz moved on top of Devon, his head descending until his lips met the singer's. Their mouths tore at each other. They've always had great passion between them. It was all burning fire and grand overtures.

All the other needed to get hard was a look from the other, and today was no exception. As the kiss intensified, they slowly started to thrust against each other, building the heat within them. Reaching out blindly, Devon fumbled, trying to open the dresser drawer next to the bed. After a few failed attempts, he succeeded in opening the drawer and snagging a condom from inside.

He pushed Oz back with one hand then handed him the condom. Returning his other hand to the drawer, Devon grabbed a bottle of his favorite liquid lube and watched as Oz tore open the foil package with his teeth. Devon moaned as Oz moved back to sit on the singer's upper thighs and roll the condom down the length of Devon's shaft.

Taking the lube from Devon, Oz wasted no time in popping the top and squeezing some of the liquid into the palm of his hand. Grasping, Devon's cock tightly with his hand, Oz tugged hard and sharp, a predatory look overtaking his face when Devon grunted.

Chuckling softly, Oz stroked Devon again in the same manner. "Stop playing, man," Devon nearly growled. Both Devon and Oz looked over at Xander to see if they had woken him. He was still fast asleep.

Oz smirked before rising to his knees and crawling up Devon's body. Slowly, he sank down onto Devon's slippery cock, letting out a small, nearly inaudible moan. Devon thrust his hips up hard until his pelvis smacked against Oz's ass. The guitarist's moan grew louder as the thrusting continued and a steady rhythm was built.

They were always like this, Devon and Oz. They possessed none of the soft gentleness with each other that they used with Xander. With them, they were rough and fast and strong for each other. It was all about passion and not about the emotions. It was about the feeling of fucking. They knew how the other felt, so there was no need for them be with each other how they were with Xander. The emotions were there, but usually they took a backseat to the sensations of sex.

Oz moved faster on top of Devon as the singer's hips began thrusting up quicker. "God, don't you guys ever take a break?" Both Devon and Oz craned their heads and saw Xander, lying on his side, his head propped on his hand, his eyes glued on them, with the biggest grin on his face.

The two band members looked at each other in smiled as another silent decision was made. Oz moved off of Devon and Devon wasted no time moving off the bed. As Oz moved to his hands and knees, angling himself towards Xander, Devon stood behind him, his hands grasping his hips.

As he felt Devon reenter him, Oz threw the sheet which covered the lower half of Xander back. The younger boy was already semi erect but Oz's hand was quick to bring Xander's cock to full, almost painful hard on status. Oz blew warm air over the tip of Xander's cock.

Xander's hips bucked, trying to make Oz's mouth to make contact with his swollen flesh. His eyes latched onto Devon's and he soon found that he could not move or shift his gaze. It was as if his eyes were magnetically sealed on Devon's. Xander saw the singer's smile and figured that this wasn't the first time someone couldn't take their eyes off of him.

Oz's lips trailed lightly over the underside of Xander's shaft, causing a shiver to run its course up and down the boy's body. "Oh, Fuck, Oz," Xander whispered, his eyes still stuck on Devon.

"Shhhh." Devon shushed softly. Mornings were not for talking; they were for feeling. Devon smiled when he saw Xander's nod.

Slurping, flesh slapping flesh and quiet moans filled the room as the three boys continued to move together. They had one ultimate goal and right now, their minds were empty except for one thought of that goal. It was a silent mantra they all chanted to themselves. Come, come, come, come, come.

Devon came first, his hands digging into the soft flesh of Oz's hips. He pulled Oz back hard against him, unfortunately making Oz's mouth leave Xander's erection. When Oz's back was pressed against Devon's chest, the guitarist upright on his knees, Devon's hand snaked around and grasped Oz's cock.

He was still pumping into Oz, his drawn out orgasm starting to taper off, when Devon gave the cock in his hand a few hard tugs. Oz's head pressed back into the slope of Devon's shoulder as his eyes closed. His arms moved behind him, his hands clutching onto the sides of Devon. One more stroke of the singer's hand and the guitarist came, his seed splashing down on Xander's stomach.

For his part, Xander just laid there, his eyes finally not stuck on Devon. Now they were focused on Devon's hand on Oz's cock. Xander's own hand was wrapped around his erection and he was slowly stroking himself to orgasm. He was perfectly content to keep doing it, but before he knew it, Oz's hand pulled his away.

Devon pulled out of Oz, removed the condom and threw it in a near by trashcan before moving back onto the bed. He looked at Oz and Oz smiled back at him before moving up the bed and allowing Devon to take his place down by Xander's groin.

Devon leaned down, his tongue flicking out, scooping up a good amount of Oz's emissions. He continued to lick until Xander was clean. Moving lower, Devon attached his mouth to the head of Xander's cock. He'd never been as good at giving head as Oz was, but what he lacked in technique, he made up for with effort. "Oh, damn," Xander sighed.

Devon raised his head. "Shhhh." Xander nodded again, but Devon was looking at Oz, communicating without words once more. He smiled when moved down, his lips finding Xander's. Devon's head ducked again and he eagerly began to suck. When his fingers came up to tickle Xander's balls, Devon heard the younger boy moan. Xander's hips thrust up and suddenly, Devon's mouth was overflowing with the evidence of Xander's orgasm.

Devon swallowed what he had in his mouth, then licked the remaining semen from Xander's softening cock and sat back. He looked down and saw both Oz and Xander looking up at him, Oz's fingers absently playing with one of Xander's nipples. Devon smiled, then flopped down, half on top of Oz, and half on top of Xander.

The next minute was filled with the three getting comfortable and then, as if the past half hour was nothing more than a nice, erotic wet dream, the boys fell asleep, their limbs tangled in a sweaty, fleshy heap.

~end~