[Dallas, Texas, sometime around midnight]


"Nikky," Scott whispers, his words warm velvet against the other man's lips, "you don't have to do this. I don't--"

"I want to." Scott listens for the catch in Nik's breath that communicates uncertainty, but his voice is smooth, unmarred by hesitation. "I want to," Nik repeats, with a gentle nip at Scott's full lower lip. The tender flesh blanches for a moment under the soft assault, then the color rushes back, burning pink. "I want to see you together," the younger man murmurs, dragging his lips slowly across Scott's stubbled cheek, eliciting a contented sigh. "See you kiss..." Nik pants the word into Scott's parted lips. "Touch..." fingers ghosting along the rim of Scott's ear. Scott's eyes are closed now, his breathing is slightly labored, and he misses a breath when Nik traps his pulse between sharp teeth, whispering against the feverish skin. "Fuck..."

Longing ignites in his chest and fires straight to his groin, delicious and unbearable. Scott fists rough hands in Nik's short hair and drags his face up, yelping quietly in pained surprise as Nik's teeth rake his neck before releasing the captured flesh. Mouths meet in hot, desperate kisses that seek to devour, a bruising battle of lips and teeth and tongue. Scott's mind is empty of anything but the taste of Nik, and it's agony when the younger man pulls away, looking disheveled and out of breath. Before Scott can speak a word of protest Nik is gone, and it's Jason's mouth against his, heavy and demanding, but sweeter than anything Scott's ever tasted. He stops trying to understand and submits to the crushing passion in Jason's kiss, meeting his fervor with equal intensity. There's something familiar in Jason's touch, a memory still alive in Scott's skin that sets his nerves on fire. His body remembers this man, remembers the feel of mouth and hands, heat and love and need. He's so hard it hurts, and through a fog of lust Scott reaches blindly for Jason's hips, grinding them brutally against his own, needing to be closer than this. Jason needs to be closer, too. He thrusts his hips savagely into Scott's, needing release; and he would end it here, like this, but there are soft hands on his shoulders pulling him back, dragging him away from the edge to a place where he can breathe again. He groans, both in pleasure and frustration, and from the floor Scott weakly laughs.

"Shh, byt zticha," Petr whispers soothingly to Jason, skilled hands massaging the tension from his back. "Ty jsi dobra, ano? Ano, je dobra. Miluji te, Jason." It's the only thing Petr's said that he can understand, but the last remark draws a smile and he whispers the words in return. Jason wraps strong arms around Petr's waist and kisses him gently, a sharp contrast to the frenzied near-violence shared with Scott a moment ago. They can hear a similar conversation taking place nearby, tender murmurs of "jag alskar dig" and "jag ville dig" punctuated with soft kisses. Slowly the frantic tempo eases, and although none of his passion dissipates, Jason can feel himself regain some control.

Petr seems to approve, because his lips leave Jason's to suckle at his neck while his hands work impatiently at the buttons of his dress shirt, stripping him of the offending material to reveal the muscled expanse of Jason's chest. Callused fingertips trace hungrily over the exposed flesh, their path followed moments later by a burning hot mouth. Jason's back arches as Petr's tongue teases a nipple, drawing it into a hard point, and his lips part in a gasp that is immediately lost in the silken depths of Scott's mouth. A third mouth joins the kiss for a moment in a tangle of slick, eager tongues, then Nik turns his attention to Jason's collarbone as Petr unbuckles Jason's belt, clever fingers making short work of his jeans. It's all too much for him; Petr's ardent mouth encompasses his dick and Jason feels startled tears seep beneath his lashes as he comes, almost painfully, hands clutched in Nik's spiky hair while he moans against Scott's mouth. It's like every fucking fantasy he's ever had come to life and by the end he's barely conscious, flushed and tingling in the aftermath.

"Jesus Christ," someone whispers, and they all nod in agreement, a little stunned. The possibilities are just now opening up to them.

"That was...just...that..." Jason stumbles to explain himself, tripping over words, and finally gives up the attempt as a lost cause. Over his still heaving chest, Scott and Petr exchange a grin.

"We actually found something that shuts him up," Scott quips, earning him a lazy scowl from the panting center.

"I did not think it is possible," Petr jokes back, playing along. Jason growls in annoyance and reaches for the giggling Czech, using a surprising burst of strength to overpower the younger man and pin him on his back. Not that Petr's complaining--he really can't, occupied as he is with Jason's tongue between his lips, which seems intent on mapping every minute detail of his mouth. They indulge in deep, leisurely kisses, pulling reluctantly away once Jason's heart has resumed a normal pace. The tall blond gives a last playful nip at Petr's lips before turning to study Scott with the same intense, lust- hungry look that began this entire encounter.

"I want to fuck you," Jason tells him, and it doesn't seem possible, but Scott's dick is even harder. No hesitation, no preamble; straight- forward and honest was always Jason's way. Petr groans at the words, his eyes fluttering to half-closed slits of desire, and at his side Scott can hear Nik panting encouragement into his ear. True, the words are in Swedish, but even Scott can translate "jaha."

As strong as Scott's desire is to pull Jason on top of him and beg him to fuck him, his sense of pride is stronger. There has always been a healthy competition between them that extended to the bedroom. They like to push each other as far as they can, test the boundaries of the other's will, as well as their own. It is one of the things that drew them to one another, as arousing now as it was ten years ago.

Knowing this, Scott simply raises a curious brow and replies benignly, "Is that so." Nik whimpers urgently beside him, but Scott quiets him with a gentle hand on his hair, his gaze focused only on Jason. The big center meets his challenging stare with a ferocious grin, his gaze becoming predatory as he rolls to his hands and knees and stalks slowly across the room.

"Yes," Jason replies evenly, with a touch of smugness. He crawls over the prone winger's body and holds himself above him, his face very close to Scott's as he speaks. "It is."

"And what makes you think," Scott retorts, his speech faltering slightly as Jason ghosts a hand along his ribs, "that I'm going to let you?"

He tries to keep his voice steady, but the last word is slightly strangled as the blonde man pinches a nipple through his shirt, and Jason smirks openly. "Because you want me to," Jason murmurs. He pulls Scott's shirt over his head, and while he offers no assistance, he doesn't resist, either. Jason smiles and goes to work on his belt buckle, pressing his lips to Scott's ear so that only the two of them can hear.

"You remember how good I made you feel," Jason whispers, sliding the belt free of Scott's pants. "What it felt like to have me inside you." The zipper succumbs to Jason's persuasive touch. "Fucking you." His hands slide Scott's pants and boxers down his hips. "Filling you." His hand lazily strokes Scott's dick, until his fingers are dripping with pre-cum. "Possessing you." He strokes a fingertip gently over Scott's ass and pushes it inside, sighing as the older man gasps and moans beneath him. "Tell me you want me, Scott," he orders, practically growling as he works a second slick finger into him.

"Jason," Scott moans needily, tilting his hips upward in supplication.

Jason lines his hips up and presses against Scott's body, but he won't go any further. "Beg for me," he whispers, drunk with lust. "I want to hear you beg."

"Jason," Scott groans again, squirming with agony.

"Yes?" Jason prompts, sucking at Scott's collarbone. The dark man throws his head back in pleasure, his hands slipping unnoticed to Jason's hips.

"You talk too fucking much," Scott whispers fiercely, pulling Jason's hips forward in one hard thrust that joins them at last. Jason's eyes are wide in unexpected pleasure, but he's smiling, impressed.

"Bastard," he whispers, nuzzling Scott's neck tenderly as he begins to thrust inside of him. Scott laughs and mumbles something that could be 'you too'.

As the pleasure builds their verbal sparring ceases, and soon they converse only in touches and groans as their bodies move together. Their skin is slick with sweat; sweat drips from the tips of Jason's hair and nose, sweat pools in the hollows of Scott's navel and throat. The heat burning between them is almost painful, but in that good way, a sharp, sweet, searing ache that feels like it may kill you, but that you never want to end. Scott drags Jason's face down for a kiss and sinks his teeth into his soft lower lip, trying to draw the moment out; fighting the inevitable to remain in this place of melting bliss. One more thrust shatters the tenuous balance, and they fall together, grunting and gasping, the tang of blood bittersweet in Scott's mouth. He's bitten through Jason's lip without even realizing it. Jason grimaces as he pulls his lip carefully away and collapses on top of Scott, but the pain is barely noticeable. His body is trembling slightly, hypersensitive and blissfully exhausted. He can feel Scott's heart slow against his, returning to normal as the darker man's breathing evens out. They are warm and relaxed, and they would happily slip into sleep laying just like this, peacefully spent. Would but for the faint, rousing noise that perks their ears and draws their heads up: a chorus of gentle moans.

The two spent men turn their heads wearily to discover the source of the sounds. The sight that greets them almost makes Jason's well- sated dick hard. Niklas is curled up in Petr's arms, his back pressed hard to the floor as Petr carefully devours his mouth. His hand is moving slowly inside Niklas's unbuttoned jeans, and Scott actually feels a brief flare of totally irrational jealousy, before he remembers that not two minutes ago he was getting fucked by another man. He looks at Jason to gauge the other man's reaction; he is wearing a faint frown, but he is also staring in rapt attention. Scott glances toward his lap and smirks, seeing Jason's dick making a valiant effort to reawaken.

He returns his attention to the two younger men, watching with obvious enjoyment as they kiss and touch one another. They tear each other's clothes off, exploring each new inch of skin revealed with hungry hands. Nik nibbles at Petr's throat as he strokes his cock. It turns Scott on more than he thought it would; he's already half-hard again just watching them. His stomach is tight with want and anticipation as he crawls over to the two entangled young men, smirking to himself as he hears the distant rustle of Jason following.

"Mind if I cut in?" He's going for charming cheesiness, but the sight of Petr's full, pink mouth brushing across Nik's stomach has him so hot that he nearly chokes on the words, his voice reduced to a throaty whisper. Nik lets his head loll to the side and opens his mouth to meet Scott's kiss, lazily inviting his tongue inside. He's hard as diamond from watching Scott and Jason fuck; he probably doesn't even notice the change when Scott's hand replaces Petr's, as out-of-his-mind with pleasure as he is right now. Scott grins at Jason briefly as their gazes meet over the supine bodies of their respective boyfriends; then he returns his attention to Nik's warm mouth, Nik's searching hands, Nik's hungry moans, his whole world narrowing to Nik, Nik, Nik.

"Thank you," he whispers into the cup of Nik's shoulder as he slides into him with maddening slowness. He cradles Nik's beautifully flushed face in his hands and watches the emotion surge beneath his eyes as he moves inside of him, catching tears with his thumb before they have a chance to fall. "Don't cry, baby," he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Nik's smooth cheek. "Please don't cry. Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?"

Another tear slips from the corner of Nik's eye, but he shakes his head vehemently in protest, lifting his legs to wrap them around Scott's waist in case he had any ideas about leaving. "No, please," Nik whispers, tipping his head back so that Scott's mouth drags softly down his cheek. "Not hurt, just..." He pauses, searching for the correct words beyond the wild beating of his heart. "Just so much," he whispers at last. Smiling through tears which aren't really tears, only the collective expression of long hours, a lot of wine, a little pain and too much pleasure. Hoping that Scott understands.

It seems he does.

"Love you," Scott murmurs, and the words seem to echo in the room, taken up by a chorus of voices. He drops another innocent kiss upon Nik's parted lips before picking up the speed of his thrusts once more, his hand trailing down the pale expanse of Nik's stomach to curl around his cock. Nik closes his eyes at the touch and comes loudly, moaning and gasping his name, but Scott surrenders with only the softest of sighs, brushing damp hair from Nik's forehead as he curls his body around the smaller man. It may be that tomorrow they will all awaken indecently sober and this will have been an awkward mistake; but right now Scott really doesn't care. He's warm, and he's tired, and his mind is fuzzy with the aftermath of good sex, and like most men, that's all he cares about. Let the consequences come later; right now all he wants is sleep.

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