Unspeakable Things
A sequel to ...and Chocolate
Dom pushes me across the threshold with a firm gesture, winking over his shoulder at Billy who comes up right behind us. "You weren't shy back there, so there's no need to start being shy in here."
Not entirely reassured, I sit down on the edge of Billy's bed and watch how Dom pulls his shirt up and over his head. He stops there, however, and moves to sit next to me, draping an arm across my pale, narrow shoulders.
"Are you ready for some unspeakable things, pretty?" Dom's voice is a soft breathy whisper close to my ear, and a completely new wave of arousal and anticipation and fear swipes through me, causing me to shiver - and not because I'm cold.
It hits me that I could be cold, as I am still the only one who isn't wearing any clothes. Maybe I could also be a bit embarrassed, being so vulnerable, so exposed, and at the mercy of my friends. But that is what they are, right? My friends. And after what just happened to me in the living room, I know I can trust them. Which is probably a good thing, as I have no idea what they are about to do with me now that we're in here.
I do know that whatever it is, there is a good chance I will like it a lot.
Because the way Dom took control just now, the way he closed his mouth around me, the way he so easily made me come... I liked that a lot. And the stupid thing is, I cannot really remember that much of it anymore. The whole episode is a blur of blistering heat and firing nerve endings and Billy's finger sliding in and out of my mouth, tasting of dark chocolate. And cherry. And something very... Billy.
Which I liked a lot as well.
"S-sure," I stammer, then cough, then repeat the word more steadily. "What do you want me to do?" Involuntarily, I pull my knees up to my chin and fold my arms around my legs because I suddenly realise I have no idea what Billy and Dom really get up to in this bed.
I often end up in this house - Billy's house - after a night of drinking or a day of surfing. Billy's house is close to our favourite drinking hole and close to the ocean. Billy's house is where we get together before and crash after. I know Billy's couch like the back of my hand, because very often I don't even make it to a bed, unlike the others. Very often I simply pass out on Billy's enormous couch and wake up in the dead of night, either to puke or drain a bottle of water from Billy's fridge.
I remember the first time I heard their noises like it was yesterday. I had needed a drink of water real bad that night and so I staggered across the living room towards the kitchen and past Billy's bedroom. I had often wondered why Billy would choose to sleep in a small room on the ground floor, seeing he had three much bigger rooms upstairs, but after he had shown me how the glass doors in his bedroom led straight into this enormous garden that overlooked the ocean, I understood instantly and stared at the rolling waves for several minutes, not speaking a word, all the while sitting on a corner of his bed.
I remember how the fridge had already been in my line of sight, when I was stopped by that sound. It was a sound I had never heard before in my relatively short life, but I had known what it was, or rather, who it was, immediately.
It was the sound of Dom. What's more, as I found out minutes later; it was the sound of Dom on the brink of an orgasm.
That very first time it had scared the hell out of me, because really, I was not supposed to be hearing this, right? I had doubled my pace and closed the door to the kitchen with a very determined click, pulling a water bottle from the fridge and draining it, all the while concentrating on the rather loud humming of Billy's old-fashioned fridge, which, under other circumstances, would probably have annoyed me to no end, but had proved to be the most beautiful and welcome sound I could possibly think of that night.
In the end, it had not prevented me from hearing not only Dom, but Billy as well; and even though I am not as well versed in the acts of coital sex as my two British friends, I recognise an orgasm when I hear one. Or two.
On the couch again - bottle clutched in one hand, cock in the other - I had quickly worked myself into a frenzy, both utterly embarrassed and yet totally aroused by the memory of that sound, and I had come all over my bare stomach in no time at all, desperately trying to suppress the sounds that were battling their way out of my mouth.
"Do?" Dom's distant voice pierces my thoughts and I shake my head slightly, suddenly back in the reality of watching a half naked Dominic in front of me and sensing a still fully dressed Billy behind me - again. "What would you like to do?" Dom's eyes are wide and dark and I am spellbound again by their unusual beauty.
Suddenly, I feel Billy's breath on my back, and before I can respond to the question, his tongue is sliding from the base of my neck to my ear and I have to let go of my legs. I moan like a girl when he licks at the shell and to my surprise I am growing hard again.
"I want to..." I start, but Billy's tongue has gone from licking my ear to biting it, and all my systems shut down for one long delicious moment. Billy lifts his mouth and I can hear him grin. "What?" he asks softly, his breath cooling my damp ear. "What do you want?"
The question takes me back to all those other nights that followed the one I just described. Nights when their sounds filled my ears and my head and my life and all I could do was stand in the hallway, pretending to be on my way to the kitchen or the living room or maybe even out of the house, yet never moving a single inch from Billy's bedroom door.
For a couple of times after that initial surprise, I think I had the decency to return to my little nest on the couch and jerk off there, but gradually I resorted to just standing a few feet away from their door and slide my hand into my boxers right there. It would never take me long to reach my climax, and the hardest thing was always making sure they wouldn't hear the noises I tried not to make.
Often too tired to clean up properly, there were many broken Sundays when I would wake up somewhere in the afternoon with a pair of sticky boxers clinging to my hips, and a heavy sense of guilt in my stomach for listening to my two best friends having sex - again.
The fact remains, however, that the prospect of being naked in one room with both Dom and Billy and the promise of finally getting the coveted images to go with the familiar sounds, has already caused my treacherous hand to slide in between my legs, palm pressing gingerly against still sensitive balls.
Dom's smile is almost evil and I quickly take my hand away but, as I feared, the damage has been done.
"Doodle, Doodle," Dom mutters and kneels in front of me, absent-mindedly fingering the skin that is stretched taut over my wrist. He takes his time before he says anything else, and I am secretly bracing myself for his accusations and his anger and dismissal, not to mention having to face Billy's disappointment, but there's none of that. I lift my eyes and look into Dom's and all I see is some weird form of amusement, appreciation, pride even.
Suddenly, Billy's arms are closing around my waist and I feel his lips brushing the nape of my neck again. He pulls me back, creating some space for Dom to climb onto the bed, and I'm once more wedged between the two of them.
"You want to watch?" Billy asks, and his voice is so low and hoarse that I have trouble hearing him. There is that wicked smile again on Dom's face and I know they're on to me. "You want to watch us now?" It's Billy's voice again, and just hearing the words rolling off his lips, suggesting the very thing that has occupied too many of my thoughts these days, makes my cock twitch against my stomach and I feel helpless and young and out of my league. Not to mention embarrassed and trapped and so insanely aroused by it all that a burst of red heat shoots up to my face.
"Well," Dom starts and when I dare to look into his eyes, there is no hint of accusation there, nothing at all that should make me feel embarrassed or caught. "It's okay for you to watch but you have to be involved somehow. Bill?"
Behind me, Billy squeezes my waist a little harder and I can feel how his lips against my neck are forming a subtle smile. "Dom's right, pretty," I hear him say, a whisper almost, ghosting across my skin.
Dom has started touching me as well - both hands brushing, squeezing, kneading the insides of my thighs - and for a tiny moment I wonder if this is what I want; if this is what I can handle; if I am ready for this. Because listening to suggestive sounds every now and then and creating your own visuals with it is a whole lot easier to deal with than being exposed to the real life actions that cause those sounds.
Actions, by the way, that I do know a little bit about, actions to which I can conjure up the imagery in my fevered brain every time I am back on that couch, closing my eyes and pumping an aching, sticky erection. Actions that I have... let's say... 'researched' ever since I agreed with myself that I am actually more aroused by the thought of two boys having sex than the more conventional combination.
"Doodle," it's Dom's voice and the combination of his thick accent and his fingers now caressing my flanks yanks me straight back into the present. "You're thinking too much, baby." He leans towards me, and suddenly those lips that felt so wonderful against my own just fifteen minutes ago, are back. Almost on instinct, I open my mouth the slightest bit and I feel his tongue slip past my teeth.
We are kissing with our mouths open, messy and loud, tongues touching before lips do, and Dom is snatching my gasps, my sighs, my words away before they can reach Billy's ears. But that's okay somehow, because Billy knows my thoughts anyway. He knows because all of a sudden he closes his fist firmly around my cock, thumbing the slit, and I can hear his gasp, and Dom is sighing against my lips and I have only one word left-
"Stop."
They do, the both of them, like they stopped in the living room just now when I panicked a bit. Billy loosens his grasp around my waist and Dom leans back, hands holding mine, softly squeezing, reassuring, smiling.
I desperately try to fight down the approaching waves of yet another orgasm, glad that Billy has removed his hand, offering a ridiculous little smile once my breathing has slowed down and I feel steady enough. "T-too close," I manage to stutter. "Again."
They grin softly, the both of them, and I am barely conscious of their shared looks over my shoulder, their mutual understanding of the situation that can't be normal for them either. They move away from me, and Billy places all the pillows on the bed against the headboard while Dom undresses himself completely. Watching Dom unbuckling his belt and tearing open the buttons of his jeans speeds up my breathing again, and when he shoves the denim down his legs, allowing me to witness his firm arousal, my first instinct is to move my hand and finish what Billy started, but I catch myself in time.
I can do this.
I have discipline.
Somewhere.
I will find it and use it and I will not come too soon.
I am not that inexperienced.
I take a deep, calming breath and look into Dom's eyes.
"Commando..." I giggle and where the fuck did that come from? Dom winks at me and I feel the glow of a serious blush returning to my face.
"Lijah..." Billy has a way of addressing me that I have never heard from him before. It's soft and seductive and makes me feel at ease, but there's a hint of steel and authority in it as well and I am not sure if I can handle that already. I twist my head and we look at each other. His eyes are as soft as his words just were and I know that whatever he deals out, he won't hurt me, ever.
"Go and sit here," he says, pointing, and I scoot over to the headboard, nestling myself between the many pillows, feeling snug and comfortable, almost like I am back on his living room couch.
"Sit and watch and tell us what to do."
My eyes go wide because I didn't think I heard correctly, and then I hear Dom snicker behind Billy's back. Suddenly I am not too sure about all of this any longer but then Billy's head whips around and Dom is instantly quiet.
"Don't," is all Billy says and the hint of steel is back in his voice. "He tells us what to do..." and, when he turns his head back to face me, he adds "and when to do it"
I get the distinct feeling Dom is also quite aware of that trace of authority in Billy's voice, and I know I am right when Dom crawls past his boyfriend on all fours and stops in front of me. His eyes are still dark and a little scary, but the soft smile that plays around his lips makes up for the harsh little laugh that escaped from between them just now. "Sorry," he mouths and moves to kiss me once more, bracing himself with one hand clutching the headboard and pawing at my chest with the other.
"So," Billy says, watching me intently. "What do you want us to do first?"
I swallow and look at both of them before I look down. I can't believe they just handed me complete control of whatever is going to happen now, here in this bed. I have no experience whatsoever, how can they expect me to know what to do, to tell them what to do? How can they expect me to know what they will like? It's impossible, right? But they aren't touching each other, they aren't speaking - all they are doing is watching me, waiting. I swallow again and lift my eyes, and I swear I hear Dom's breath hitch when we look at each other once more.
"I want Dom to..." I start, and then stop because I have to get used to my voice that suddenly sounds so much different. "I want Dom to take off Billy's shirt. And I want him to do it very slowly..." They both watch me intently, maybe anticipating more instructions, but it is all I have to say for now.
"Okay?" I add softly, the insecurity returning.
Dom nods but out of the blue Billy grabs my hand. Startled, I look into his eyes, feeling as if my heart will pound right out of my ribcage, suddenly scared I already made a huge mistake when we haven't even started yet.
"Tell us, Elijah," he says, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "Don't ask."
A few seconds pass and Billy and I try to unlock our eyes from each other. I notice how he used my full name, and he never does, so apparently this is important to the game.
Tell us... Don't ask... Tell us... Don't ask...
I give him one more look and then stare straight past him, into Dom's eyes.
"Let go of my hand," I state, and I manage to filter the nerves out of my voice.
I watch a slight smile play around Dom's lips and Billy immediately lets go of my hand, moves back down the bed and allows Dom to unbutton his shirt.
"Slow down, Dom," I hear myself say and it doesn't sound like me at all, yet I am strangely intrigued by this new voice of mine. Dom doesn't look at me, but slows down considerably, teasing each and every little button until it pops through its designated little hole. When he has finished he slowly slides the cotton off Billy's shoulders and I am just staring at the two of them. Dom's body is tanned and muscular and his hair is all tousled and salty from our day at the beach. Billy is more like me, smaller but lithe, and suddenly I crave to feel those wiry arms around me again.
I shake my head and come back to the here and now, and although I never take my eyes off Billy's chest, secretly wondering how those hairs would feel against my skin, I tell Dom to straddle his boyfriend and kiss him.
"But slowly again, Dom," I warn, and I am actually beginning to enjoy my new voice and its accompanying power. "Slowly and deeply and..." I stagger to a halt, searching for words that describe what I want to see. Then it hits me. "Kiss him like you kissed me."
Dom's predatory smile returns and he pushes Billy on his back, straddling his hips and leaning over his body until their lips meet. His hands are gripping the sheets above Billy's head and I gasp audibly as I watch how Dom's rampant cock smears sticky drops of precum across Billy's bare stomach. I know I probably shouldn't but this is way too much for a horny teenager like myself to process, so I slide a hand back between my thighs and drop my head back against the pillows. I continue to watch them kiss and I am pretty sure they never hear the soft groan that leaves my mouth when I spread a bit of wet around the tip of my cock.
I watch Dom's pink tongue darting in and out of Billy's mouth and think of the way that same tongue brought me off just twenty minutes ago in the living room. That delicious coiling feeling has returned to my balls and my dick feels as if it is growing an impossible half-inch wider within the grasp of too impatient fingers.
I speed up more and more and secretly wish I could just drift off. I wish I could just keep watching them and continue pumping myself into oblivion, but apparently, that's not how this game is played. So I reluctantly still my hand and look at them, clearing my throat, trying to force out my words.
"Dom," I manage, and the two of them break their kiss, looking at me. Dom's eyes are glazed over and trying to focus on me, and all of a sudden I know I can't take much more of this. I have let go of my cock, but it pulses forcefully against my thigh, and just the mere thought of release makes my head spin.
"Tell me," Dom says and sits up, allowing his hand to absent-mindedly brush Billy's chest. He is looking at me with a strange kind of fever in his eyes, something that tells me he enjoyed the kiss but wants a lot more. And not just from Billy.
And somehow that does it to me.
Because suddenly I know what I want them to do. I know what I want to see, what to feel; what I want to be part of. I know who is going to give and who is going to take, and I know how I am going to fit into that picture. But that same look in Dom's eyes - that fevered one - I find kind of intimidating as well and I have trouble concentrating, trying so hard to find the words that would describe the image that just popped into my brain. What if they think it's laughable? What if they won't do it? What if they think I am weird for asking such things? What if they're put off by my inexperience? I almost shudder at the thought of all the grief they could give me for months and months to come.
I am about to brush them off and tell them I can't do it. That I can't handle this much power, this much exposure. That I really want to get dressed and go home and hide in my bed and never speak of this afternoon again. I am ready to bail on the both of them, but suddenly it's Billy again, buying us all a time-out. He just looks at me and I am dead sure he knows exactly what's going on in my head right now.
"Whatever it is, Doodle," he says softly, sitting up, stroking my thigh, his eyes never leaving mine. "Whatever it is... It is what you want. And it's important for you to know that that is exactly what we want. Or we would never have started this." He smiles and suddenly I am hit with why I like Billy as much as I do.
Dom leans over me on all fours again and nuzzles my neck. I shiver when his lips brush the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I gasp when I hear his voice, low and husky and his accent so thick that it causes a new wave of syrupy heat to erupt in my stomach. "You're our pretty, Lijah," he whispers, kissing my lips. "Don't be scared..."
So I decide I am not scared and I tell them what I want. I tell them I want to hear the noises again; the noises that I have heard so often before; that I want to know - want to see - what causes them. I admit that I don't want the two of them to do anything to me yet, that I am feeling out of my league as it is already, but that I would really like to hear the noises again and-
And then I hesitate, because how weird is it to admit to your best friends that you want to masturbate in front of them, while you watch them fucking each other's brains out? I swallow convulsively and in one split-second-crystal-clear moment I realise that I am suddenly so far removed from who I was when I woke up this morning, that it isn't even funny anymore.
I lift my eyes again and find that they are looking at me. I think the fever in Dom's eyes must be contagious because it's in Billy's eyes too now. They are moist and glittering and they never leave mine and I am so mesmerised by their unbelievable green that I almost miss Dom's words.
"...have some fun yourself while we provide the soundtrack, right?"
I tear my gaze away from Billy, look at Dom and smile. And blush. Again. But I don't care anymore because Dom isn't laughing at me. Nor is Billy.
"And the visuals..." I mutter and that earns me their combined grins.
"Right," Billy slurs, tearing at the buttons of his jeans, looking down. "How would you like to have us then?"
"With your trousers on, Billy," I mutter again, and his head shoots up, a sly smile playing around his lips. The blush intensifies, but I ignore it, as I am in way over my head anyway.
"So..." Dom teases and his lips are back on mine once more in quick, feather light darts, salty and moist. "Billy is going to fuck me... Right?" I lick my lips when he speaks the words and his evil smile returns. "And I am going to stay on all fours, right? Just like I am now..." and with those words he pushes his tongue past my lips and battles his way in deeper. I pull back, suddenly reminded of the fact I was supposed to tell them how to do this, and I push against his chest, creating some distance.
"Yes," I pant, slightly annoyed by the fact that each of Dom's kisses leaves me breathless every single time. "Yes, that's how I want it, yes. And I was going to tell you that if you had given me half the chance."
"Do I have your permission to kiss you then while I'm being fucked?" he asks and the cheek in his voice makes me giggle. I nod and he grins and I watch how Billy stretches to grab some stuff from the floor and the nightstand drawer.
When Billy moves behind Dom and pats him lightly on his lower back, the giggle dies in my throat and I just look at the both of them; first Dom, who winks at me and rests his head on my shoulder playfully, then Billy who flips the cap off a plastic tube and coats his fingers with a liberal amount of what must be lube.
"Taste?" he asks, seriously, and I nod hesitantly. He stretches his arm and holds a finger in front of me and I lick at the transparent, shiny stuff experimentally.
Cherry.
"I'm sorry we're out of chocolate, Doodle," Billy whispers when he retracts his finger, leaning over Dom's shoulder to kiss my cherry-flavoured lips. He quickly pushes his tongue past my teeth and curls it around mine, and I realise that Billy and I never really kissed like this before so I close my eyes, and wish for it to last a little longer. Too soon, however, Billy's mouth is gone but replaced by the feeling of Dom's teeth nipping the skin of my neck.
Billy coats his fingers once more and when Dom lifts his head from my shoulder I know Billy has started to do those unspeakable things to him. Dom hums to himself with his eyes closed and I slowly bring my hands up to his arms and stroke them softly and it earns me a louder hum from Dom and a random lick at my lips.
After a minute or so - and please don't hang me up on that, because the dimension of time has more or less slipped from my perception the moment I crossed the threshold - Dom starts to mix his humming with random requests for "more" and "another one, Bill". He has started rocking back and forth, gently nudging my face every time he comes close to me - no doubt to accommodate Billy's fingers somewhere in the depths of his own body.
I notice how the tube lies abandoned on the bed, next to Dom's knee and I decide to grab it, flick the cap open like Billy did, and squirt a little of it on my left hand, rubbing it against my fingers.
"Lick," I hear Dom pant, and he aims another random lick at my face. I push a coated finger past his lips and he smiles around it, still rocking gently on Billy's hand, still humming happily against my cheek, sucking my finger, causing my cock to twitch painfully against my stomach, and how did I manage to forget about that for more than a full minute?
I wrap my unoccupied hand firmly around myself and tug a few times, dropping my head back, slowly pulling my finger from between Dom's playful teeth, staring wide-eyed at Billy, who smiles at my wantonness but effortlessly maintains a steady rhythm.
"Need to-" I mutter incoherently and squeeze my balls, relishing the new sensation of Dom's lips around my nipple. He continues to rock gently against first me and then Billy, and the combination of it all slowly makes me lose my mind.
"Enough," I hear Billy declare quietly and Dom's head lifts from my chest. I let go of my cock that I was brushing more than pumping, not wanting to come before it's... let's say... appropriate to do so.
I watch Dom close his eyes and I hear his groans and I decide it's pleasure, not pain. Not wanting to disturb whatever they're doing I decide to softly caress Dom's face and lace my hand through his hair and lick his ear and smile at him when he opens his eyes again.
Suddenly, Billy bends all the way over Dom's back, moving his hips experimentally, and Dom hisses a few expletives that could have fallen from my mouth.
They both rise up again and Dom grabs the headboard, his head hanging low so that he can kiss me again. When he releases me, Billy's first thrust is almost cruelly fierce and I think Dom surprises even himself with his short, strangled cry. It makes me moan pathetically, because it is exactly what I hear every time I stand outside this bedroom and although I keep tugging softly at Dom's hair with one hand, I can't help but wrap the other around my cock and give myself some serious attention.
I realise I have closed my eyes. I realise that I am listening to the sounds they're making, rather than watching them fuck each other senseless. Dom's litany is growing louder and more obscene and I just know that when I open my eyes and see the two of them together, no doubt covered in a sheen of sweat, their bodies colliding, my legs curled widely around them, I will come instantly.
"Look... at... me..." Dom breathes close to my ear, and I can't resist. He briefly looks at me, then nudges my face with his head again. "Sit up," he orders and I scoot backwards as far as I can, pressing myself as close against the headboard as possible, noticing how Dom's hands have come to rest on the bed, and how he can barely remain upright with Billy's onslaught of thrusts, still rhythmical, only slightly hurried now that Dom has changed position.
But before I can be truly amazed at their sense of discipline, I have something else to marvel at because Dom has batted my hand away from my dick and closes his mouth around the by now almost purple head. It's shiny-slick with precum, practically throbbing against Dom's tongue and the familiar blush of embarrassment and arousal shoots up to my face again. Billy is looking at me, and I vaguely register his hand coming up around Dom's waist and his smile and then his frown and then the change of pace against Dom against me against Dom against me against...
... and then it all goes unbelievably white and furiously red and intensely white again and suddenly the world is crystal clear, transparent almost, and it's weird how I know - how I am sure - that this is what perfection looks like smells like feels like...
... and I know I am coming. I know that thick hot bursts are pulsing out of me and there's this wail filling the compressed space between me and Dom and I think it's me but I am not sure because all of a sudden Dom is shuddering in my arms and I feel Billy's hair brushing against my face and I fall with them in them past them through them...
When I hear them rummaging around me I realise that I actually passed out this time. I really try to remember but it's useless - I can't recall what happened after Billy pressed the three of us together, closer than we have ever been before.
I open my eyes and notice I am all warm and snug in between them, with Dom holding me tight, not planning on letting me move from his grasp anytime soon, and Billy dabbing at himself with Dom's t-shirt. I move my fingers, slightly numb still, over my stomach and realise that whatever was there has already been wiped off.
"Hey pretty," Dom whispers and nuzzles my neck, tightening his grip around my waist. "You okay?"
I nod, quite certain that my vocal chords are out of order.
"Good," Billy adds softly and moves to lie next to me. He kisses first me, then Dom, then wraps an arm around us both and closes his eyes, out for the count.
"Old man," Dom clarifies on a whisper, and it earns him a jab between the ribs. I giggle and close my eyes again, feeling Dom's lips against my skin, mouthing undistinguishable words of gentle comfort and random happiness and when it stops I am sure he has dozed off even before Billy has.
I try not to let my brain take over - asking questions that I cannot answer - because only Dom can tell me if he liked what we did and I need them both awake to ask them if this is not going to be weird when we all wake up in a while. And I shouldn't even go to the mucky marshes beyond the edges of this bed where the infamous repeat performance shall be discussed...
I wriggle a little within the tight confines of Dom's embrace and then I feel something hard poking my side. It takes me a while to wedge my hand in between Billy and myself without waking him, but in the end I manage to get a hold of a hard piece of plastic and I resurface with the lube.
I flip the cap off once more and press out a teeny tiny dab on the tip of my thumb, and while I throw the tube towards the edge of the bed, I softly suck my thumb into my mouth and taste the cherry again.
It takes me back to nicer places than the tangled web of insecure questions in my head and when I close my eyes this time, it is to sleep.
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