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It's been a shitty month and Connor's behind on money. Really far behind.
Two weeks ago, he'd ripped a contact while he was out at a bar. He hadn't been able to do anything about it until 1 pm the next day. It had resulted in a migraine he couldn't fully shake for four fucking days. Four fucking days. He'd taken every medication he'd around his apartment. Several times. And it hadn't helped at all.
He couldn't actually afford four fucking days just sitting in his damn apartment in pain.
On day three, when it was clear he wasn't making it out that night either, he'd broken down and pulled his laptop out to attempt to use the bullshit live cam sight he's on. Even though he hates it. By the time he'd remembered his password and gotten back in he'd already regretted it, and every cringe-inducing, garbage message he'd gotten seemed designed to make his head hurt worse. He'd lasted about 45 minutes before giving up on that, too.
Then, two nights ago, he'd gotten underpaid, which never happens to him. He always gets money first. He always gets cash upfront. He always instantly transfers money from payment apps right to his bank account so that if people try to pull it back it messes up their account, not his. He's not a fucking idiot. He's really damn careful about that. But somehow , even though Connor had watched this business-suit-and-wedding-ring jackass count money out, the same way he always does, he'd ended still up with four twenties less than he should have.
So, now Connor's got two days until his rent is due, and he's $438 short, and he's got bills due the week after that. And he should probably, you know, eat , too.
And it's not that he hasn't made that kind of money in two days. He absolutely has. But it's a god damn lot of stress, and he hates that. He's got no room to breath with it right now, and that's just not a spot he likes to be in.
That's why he's really fucking hoping the timing of this party he's walking into right now, walking down cement stairs into an expansive and low-light basement, works out well for him.
He's had success at these parties in the past. These very specific sex parties tend to get a good crowd. Guys who don't mind spending a little money. There tend to be some free-floating party drugs and weed, too, which Connor could honestly use after his shitty fucking month. He's also just legitimately into the kink of it all, and that really doesn't hurt.
Plus, there have been a couple of times attending one of these has worked out really fucking well. There was a night he'd made a whole month's rent in two hours because he'd more than agreeable to joining a private room with a half a dozen guys in it. Honestly, it had been hot. He doesn't actually remember anything about the guys themselves, but they'd all been the right kind of boring and unmemorable that the sex itself could be the main focus, and look. Connor wouldn't keep showing up to parties like this if he wasn't actually really into getting restrained and then sucking off six guys.
And he'd gotten paid really well for it.
He can't say it works out quite that well every time he comes to one of these or anything, but. He's signed up to get alerted to them for a reason. And he figures it's a lot better than any of his other options for tonight.
He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it into the coatroom. He shakes his hair out and tugs down on his shirt, trying to arrange the holes in the fabric the right way. Between the holes and the mesh, this shirt is hardly much of a shirt at all, but it's a sex party. And Connor's desperate and over 400 dollars short of making his rent. So, he's not exactly going for subtle here.
He checks himself in as usual and snags his free drink ticket, grabbing a vodka soda from the bar before finding somewhere to sit.
He figures sitting for the first fifteen or twenty minutes is a good call. He grabs a high-top seat, somewhere he can be seen but also scan the room. He'll go walking in a bit if he needs to, but he's decently visible here. So he figures he'll start his night sitting here and seeing if anyone comes to him.
It's worked in the past.
For about ten minutes not much happens. He gets a few long looks, but no one makes their way over to him. He sips his drink and observes the building crowd, noticing more than one table or couch where there are already people fucking.
He's starting to get a little restless when he feels eyes on him. Not passing over him, but on him properly. He takes a long gulp of his drink, and he crosses his fingers mentally for even halfway decent luck tonight. Then he looks up and scans the room for the source.
Sources , when he finds them. Two guys. A blond guy sitting on a taller dark-haired guy's lap. They're staring at him in a way that isn't even a little discreet, talking back and forth. They're a bit far away, and the room is low-lit and hazy, so Connor can't see them all that well, but he thinks they look to be about his age and decently hot.
The blond one gets off the taller one's lap and starts walking over toward Connor.
Connor's feeling more hopeful about tonight already.
The guy reaches Connor, and, okay, damn. Decently hot had been a serious understatement. The guy is very hot. He's looking at Connor with big brown eyes and a pretty-as-shit smile. He's all wrapped up in cuffs and collars, leather and chains. There's a soft-looking leather belt around his stomach and another around his chest. He's got a collar on his neck, cuffs on his wrist, and no shirt on at all. The chains are hanging right now, but Connor assumes that's largely because he'd needed to walk over here.
"Hi," he says, biting his lip at Connor and tilting his head at him. "My boyfriend I noticed you. We wanted to know if you wanted to come join us."
He points over his shoulder at the tall guy at the last part. Connor grins.
He doesn't actually know if this guy and his probably-equally-hot boyfriend have any money on them or will be cool with the idea of spending it on Connor, or whatever, but damn. If Connor could pick a scenario for earning the money he needs, being the third for a hot kinky couple? Is pretty fucking ideal.
Not that the couple thing can't be weird or awkward sometimes. There have been times it's been terrible. But as a rule? Hot couples are one of the better options, in Connor's experience. Besides, if it's gonna get weird, it's usually the couple at each other, and not at him.
"I could do that," Connor says, returning the guy's smile with one of his own. "But uh, wouldn't be free. I'm working tonight. Or hoping to be, anyway."
"Oh," the big-eyed guy says slowly like it takes him a second to figure out what Connor means. Then he nods. "If I go ask about that and come back, will you still be here?"
"Sure," Connor says, grinning again at how earnest the guy sounds. "I'm not in a hurry."
He sorta is, he guesses, but he's definitely willing to give this guy at least a few more minutes.
"Okay, I'm gonna be right back then," the guy says, flashing Connor another of those pretty-as-shit smiles and waving before he turns around.
Connor takes another sip of his drink, watching the guy walk over to his boyfriend and talk to him for a minute. He tries to calculate rates in his head, but he figures he'll see how this goes first, what exactly they were after and all. Besides, it's early, and he's used the sex party thing as a way to get multiple clients in a night before. So. He'll see how it goes.
The guy comes back a minute later, smiling at him again.
"Hi," the guy says again. "Trevor, my boyfriend, wants to know if you'll come talk to us for a few minutes before we decide that? We don't wanna waste your time, but we do have some questions."
"Yeah, of course," Connor says, nodding and standing up. He grins. He knows that's not a yes , but he's pretty sure it was probably , and after his month, it's a tiny victory.
"Oh, okay, good," the guy says, looking pleased about it, "we can buy you another drink, or we have weed and some other stuff, if you want."
"Might take you up that, thanks," Connor says, smiling again as he moves to follow the guy. Damn, maybe his luck really is changing, or something. A hot kink couple who have drugs to share is absolutely the best thing that's happened to him all month.
"Good," the guy repeats, then he grins another pretty and big-eyed smile over at Connor and adds, "Oh, I'm Lucas, hi."
"Connor," Connor says, grinning back at him. "Hey."
They make it across the room far enough for Connor to get an actual good look at the boyfriend, Trevor, apparently, who, yeah, damn. Is every bit as hot as Lucas.
He's got these intense as shit eyes that are fixed on Connor as they approach. His hair is falling in his face, and he's leaned back on the small lounge with his long limbs stretched out. His shirt is just a standard button-down, but it's completely open, revealing tattoos and muscles.
Lucas sits directly on Trevor's lap when they get over to him, and Connor sits on the leather armchair across from them.
"He's Connor, and he said we can talk for a couple minutes," Lucas says to Trevor, who turns Lucas's chin with his thumb to kiss him quickly.
"Good," Trevor says, pulling Lucas back against him and then sliding his hands down Lucas's arms in a way Connor watches.
"Hi," Connor says, waving slightly awkwardly and sipping the end of his drink.
"Hi there," Trevor says, fixing a grin on Connor as he moves to attach Lucas's wrist cuffs together with the chains. The move doesn't surprise Connor all that much, but the casualness Trevor pulls it off with is pretty fucking impressive, enough so that Connor has to suppress the impulse to swallow hard himself at the gesture. "Thanks for coming to talk to us."
"Sure. Heard you had questions," Connor says, watching as Trevor hooks the chain that runs off the collar on Lucas's neck to his wrist too, still casual with it and looking at Connor as he does.
"Well, see, when we first saw you, I just wanted to know if you were interested in having Lucas suck your cock a little, or maybe getting your hands on his. 'Cause I enjoy watching that, especially when it's a guy as pretty as you," Trevor says, resting his hands on Lucas's legs. "But Lucas tells me you're looking to be paid for our fun, tonight. And, I'm open to that, but it means I'm gonna wanna involve you in a lot more than I was originally thinking."
"Right. Makes sense," Connor says, and he does swallow hard at that. "I'm pretty good with whatever. I'm here, so you know, good with all this. I've worked with couples before. Done that a lot of ways, so however you guys wanted." Connor finishes, shrugging. Trevor nods at him like he's considering him.
"What's your deal, with all this? I assume, coming to parties like this, working or not, you've got a pretty serious preference?" Trevor asks, raising an eyebrow at him, then he smirks and adds, "Bet I could guess."
"Submissive, uh, normally, but, if you guys need, I —" Connor starts. Trevor holds up a hand at him, shaking his head.
"Stop. Only needed that first word," Trevor says, he's grinning, though. "Was the answer I was hoping for, too."
"Right," Connor says, nodding. He thinks this fast is rolling into an actual deal being made. He's not gonna relax yet, or anything, but so far he has to say this party is working out pretty damn well.
"We could work with that, don't you think?" Trevor says, into Lucas's ear. Lucas nods.
"Definitely. Can I watch you fuck him?" Lucas asks, curling further into Trevor as he does. Trevor grins, nodding too.
"I was planning on it," Trevor says, then he grins wide. "You know what might make this even more fun? With Connor here? How we could really make a damn night of it?"
"What's that?" Lucas asks, batting his eyes at Trevor in a way that seems very intentional.
"If we called James. I know these parties aren't his scene at all. But I bet we could get him down here if we got a private room," Trevor says, grinning slow. Lucas's eyes go wide, and he nods rapidly.
"Um," Connor says, tilting his head.
"Babe, show Connor a picture of our friend James, would you?" Trevor says, smirking and handing Lucas a phone that Lucas works even with his wrists bound. Trevor meets Connor's eyes and adds, "James's the fucking best. He's not into this kinda party, but he's really into getting a guy all tied up for him."
Lucas turns the phone around in his hand and leans it out toward Connor as best as he's able, and Connor leans forward. The guy in the picture Lucas has pulled up is just as ridiculously fucking hot as both Lucas and Trevor, warm eyes and soft smile captured on the screen.
"Don't know how you do that, but. That's gotta be, more people, more actual sex, more time spent on sex, so, gotta be more money for you, no matter how you bill for that, or whatever, right?" Trevor says as Connor looks at the picture. "Up to you, obviously. Feel free to walk away if we're freaking you out or something."
"No, no," Connor says, looking at the hot guy on the phone screen and then back up at Lucas and Trevor, nodding. "I think we can probably work something out here, as long as you guys have the budget for it."
Lucas and Trevor exchange a look, and Trevor shrugs and nods. He slides his hands to unhook Lucas again.
"I'm gonna go call James, and see if we can get a private room," Trevor says, finishing and taking the phone back from Lucas. "You two talk about money. Get it set. Do whatever."
Trevor kisses Lucas hard, and Lucas curls into him again for a second. They're both grinning when they pull back. Trevor looks at Connor as Lucas shifts off his lap and he moves to stand.
"Pick a good picture, and send it to one of us so we can send it to James? Lucas will give you our numbers," Trevor says, standing. He kisses Lucas again, and says, "I'll be right back," before heading off.
Connor frowns. They haven't actually talked numbers here, but Trevor and Lucas don't seem very concerned.
"Can help you pick a good picture if you want, bet you have a lot of good ones, though," Lucas says, grinning over at him, all sincere and shit. Connor looks back up at him, smiling almost in spite of himself.
He pulls his phone out and flips through some recent selfies until he lands on one he thinks is pretty decent. He turns his phone around and shows it to Lucas.
"Will this work?" He asks. Lucas nods at him, grinning.
"You look hot. Can I send that to myself and Trevor?" Lucas asks, holding his hand out. Connor shrugs.
"Sure," he says, handing Lucas his phone, but keeping his eye on it the whole time. Not that he thinks Lucas is gonna like, steal his information or anything, but, it's been a bad month.
Lucas hits send on a message and then hands Connor his phone back with a soft smile. Then he sticks his hands in his pockets to pull out his own phone and a small bag.
"Edible? MDMA?" he asks, opening his phone screen to the message he's just sent himself.
"Um, after we get this all settled, yeah," Connor says, eyeing the bag. Lucas nods at him, shoving it back in his pockets, chains of his wrists cuffs brushing his jeans.
"Good choice," Lucas says, typing out a fast message and sending the picture of Connor into what looks like an active conversation. "Okay, so. Tell me about getting this money to you. Cash, payment apps, what's best for you?"
"Payment apps, any of 'em you got, I'm sure I do. I can do cash, but apps are better. And uh, all in advance. Been shorted in the past," Connor says, which isn't exactly the story of what happened a few days ago, but he's still shaken up about it. Plus, he's slightly concerned that they haven't talked about actual money and numbers here, at all. So he feels like he needs to say something to emphasize it.
Lucas goes all wide-eyed at him. Again.
"Oh, of course, we'd never do that, we never — are we doing this wrong? We've never done this before. We just kinda. We're really interested in you joining us tonight. And you said, you know. you're working tonight. So anyone who is interested in you tonight is gonna need money for that. So. We're just gonna do that? Is that not right? Seriously, you tell me," Lucas says, looking at Connor all earnestly again.
He says it like maybe Connor had said he had a preference for fucking on a couch instead of a bed or with dim lights instead of bright lights. Like maybe getting paid for sex is a boundary or something. It's strangely charming.
"No, you're good, just been having a shitty month. It's not your fault," Connor says, waving a hand. "Um, payment apps are good, like I said, and. We can do — are you guys having your friend put in money too, or is he paying you back?"
"No, we're covering it. I'm sorry about your bad month," Lucas says, looking like he honestly feels bad. "Go ahead and round up however you charge. I don't want to cheat you at all here. So, you can assume that's all three of us, all night, or like— seriously we've got it covered.
"Okay, how 'bout I give you a starting price? Room to negotiate?" Connor says, adding things up in his head.
"Name it," Lucas says, sitting up straighter. "Can I use this number I already have on any apps?"
"Yeah, that's uh, Venmo and Zelle on that? And um," Connor furrows his brow, working out the cost of three people and a whole night. He also adds his remaining rent, the two bills he has due in the next week, and the ability to eat in his head. No matter what, it's a number that's way higher he thinks he'll actually get, but he goes for the lower of the two anyway, hoping he doesn't blow his night entirely when he does. "$900? Like I said, let me know if that's too much and we can —"
"Done," Lucas says, looking up at him with a smile.
A push notification on Connor's phone pops up a second later. It's a Zelle notification that informs him there is a fucking $1,080 deposit in his bank account. Connor blinks.
"Um, that's. Do you know you did $1,080?" Connor says, not really sure what to make of that. Lucas nods.
"I figured this was the sort of thing where you tip," Lucas says, grinning at him. "We settled now?"
"That's— are you sure?" Connor says, swiping into his checking account and staring at it for a second. Fuck, maybe his luck really has changed for the better. At least for tonight, or something.
"Completely," Lucas says, with one of those pretty smiles of his. "Don't want to give you too little and contribute to your bad month at all, or anything and — Hi, that was fast!" Lucas says, cutting his own sentence short to address Trevor, who has reappeared and is sitting back down beside him.
"Found us a James and a room," Trevor says, looking pleased and kissing Lucas quickly before turning to Connor to ask, with what feels like a strange amount of concern. "Bad month?"
"Yeah, sorta. Nothing you guys need to worry about," Connor says, waving a hand and feeling awkward about it. Trevor stares at him for what feels like an unnervingly long amount of time, eyes intense as shit on him.
"We all set here?" he says, looking back at Lucas, who nods at him with bright eyes.
"Yup," Lucas says, grinning and leaning into Trevor, who wraps an arm around his waist. "James is really coming?"
"Yeah, talked him into it," Trevor says, smiling widely. "We should move in a minute here. Question for Connor first, though."
"Go for it," Connor says, nodding. It strikes him as. Odd, maybe? That Trevor and Lucas hadn't talked about how much money Lucas had paid Connor, but then, they give off a serious enough vibe that it could easily be a shared account Lucas had pulled that money from, Connor guesses, so Trevor might already know. He might have gotten an alert or whatever, but. That's still a lot of money, and. It's a little weird, Connor's pretty sure. Not like, off-putting weird, but. A little weird.
"Anything basic you don't do? 'Cause, we'll safe word and all later, all that. But. Some people have basic stuff they don't do ever, or you might have rules when you're getting paid, probably, so. You know, any rules on not kissing, or swallowing, or kissing after blow jobs, or? Shit like that?" Trevor asks, grinning, then he laughs a little and adds, "I know all the ones I just said were kinda similar, but you get the idea of what I mean, right?"
"No, I do, and uh," Connor says, grinning back, because he does. It's a very fair question too., he thinks. His own rules on it don't always stay the same. Like tonight, for example. Maybe he shouldn't have different rules at different times or whatever. But. Look. It's pretty fucking rare that guys this hot, that guys who seem like this much fun, are part of his nights. He's gonna make the most of it. Whatever. "Usually I do, yeah, but I think I'm good for anything, tonight, actually. Kissing, whatever. I mean, I haven't met James yet, but."
Trevor stares at him in that almost unnerving way when again, then he nods.
"Well, then James can ask you about it for James when he gets here. For now, I'd really like to see Lucas kiss you before we move to our own room," Trevor says, grinning. "Gimme a preview."
"Sounds good," Connor says, nodding and running his hands over his legs. Lucas beams and looks at Trevor, who nods at him.
"Go show Connor how much fun we're gonna have tonight, babe," Trevor says.
Lucas stands up, and before Connor can even think to consider if he should move too, stand and meet him, maybe, Lucas sits directly on his lap, straddling him.
He hadn't been expecting that, but he's not exactly complaining. Lucas's eyes are locked on his, and when he bites his lip the motion is right in front of Connor's own lips.
"Hi," Lucas says, shifting on Connor's lap, then he digs in his pockets and pulls that back out again. "Didn't get a chance to give you a party favor before. Trevor, can I share?"
"Please, make our guest feel welcomed," Trevor says, and Connor can see how his eyes are fixed on them.
"Preference?" Lucas says, grinning softly at Connor.
"Um, usually just sorta take whatever people are offering, so," Connor says honestly, shrugging. Lucas smiles and tilts his head, then he nods. He pulls three pills out of the bag and then shoves it back in his pocket.
"Okay, picked for you, then. Gonna help your bad month go away," Lucas says, then he puts the pills in his mouth and says, "okay?" around them, before snaking a hand around Connor's neck and tugging him to kiss him.
Connor slides a hand to Lucas's stomach, hands brushing the leather straps on his skin. He kisses him back, opening his lips under Lucas's and meeting his tongue with his own. He feels the pills transfer into his mouth. They start to dissolve as the pressure of Lucas's lips on his increases. Lucas kisses as eagerly as he seems to do everything else, high energy as shit, something Connor could sink into and get lost in so damn easily.
He gets a brief hint of the distinct taste of weed in the back of his throat as he swallows down the end of the dissolved drugs. He leans up into kissing Lucas harder, feeling his skin under his hand.
Lucas's other hand makes its way to Connor's shirt and starts to slide under the fabric —
"Didn't tell you to do more than kiss him," Trevor's voice cuts in, sharp and dark as hell, all of a sudden, making Lucas pull back, fast. Connor's own eyes go a little wide at it.
"Sorry," Lucas says, eyes wide and breathing hard.
"Come over here," Trevor says, still dark. Lucas gets up and gets on Trevor's lap instead, and Connor watches them, swallowing hard at it. There's been such a playful undercurrent in their dynamic until now. This is the first time he's seen that drop away.
"Sorry," Lucas says again, looking up at Trevor, who shakes his head at him.
"You have to be good if we're gonna play with other people, babe," Trevor says, moving to chain Lucas's wrists together again. "I know he's real pretty, but you gotta keep your hands where I tell you. Gotta wait until I tell you," Trevor says, hooking Lucas's wrists to his collar. Lucas nods at him rapidly, breathing just as fast. Trevor kisses him hard, then continues, "was gonna get you all bound like this to walk to our room anyway. 'Cause if we're not staying out here, I don't want anyone else touching you."
"Okay," Lucas says, kissing Trevor and then adding, "gonna be good."
"I know you are," Trevor says, then he grins and looks over at Connor, "Don't want anyone touching you, either. Thinking you're available. Gonna have to improvise, though. Come here?"
Connor nods, getting up as Lucas shifts off Trevor's lap. He's not really sure what Trevor has in mind. He's not even 100 percent sure he's following Trevor's drift, but he's willing to go with it.
He gets a better idea when Trevor undoes his own belt, shifting on the couch to get it out of his belt loops and then tugging Connor between his legs.
"That's the deal, right? For tonight, you're gonna be mine?" Trevor asks, gripping Connor's wrists in his hands, not particularly gently. Connor nods.
"Yeah, that's the deal," Connor repeats. He feels Lucas's eyes on them, and he swallows hard.
"Good," Trevor says, he runs his fingers over the bracelets on Connor's wrists, then he slides several down on each wrist, making room below his hands and pressing his wrists together. Connor's breath hitches when he does, and he watches with his own eyes blown wide when Trevor wraps his belt around Connor's wrists several times. "We gotta walk all the way across this room and down that hall, and I gotta make sure it's real clear that you're mine for the night."
Trevor tightens the belt around Connor's wrists, then he tugs him in by it, securing him with a hand on the small of his back so he doesn't fall, and kisses him hard and steady. It's intense and insistent and it makes Connor feel like he could float away, like he's somehow safe in it, comfortable somehow. Addictive as shit.
"Yeah?" he says against Connor's mouth, raising an eyebrow when he pulls back.
"Yeah," Connor echoes, nodding. Trevor grins. Then he pulls back entirely and smiles over at delighted-looking Lucas before he stands up.
Lucas stands too, and Connor straightens up, assuming they're leaving now.
"We've got room 6, down that long hall. Lemme walk behind you two. Not gonna tie you up and then not keep eyes on you," Trevor says, equal parts commanding and genuinely concerned, Connor's pretty sure.
Lucas smiles another one of those pretty-as-hell smiles at Connor as they start to walk, and Connor tries to take the minute to sort through all this just a little. He keeps remembering that he has over a thousand more dollars than when he'd walked in here tonight. That somehow, he has a thousand more dollars, and he has weed that's gonna kick in in his system, and his wrists are bound by a fucking belt, and he's being paid tonight by a couple who are—
Fascinating. Hot as hell together. Seemingly healthy in whatever their thing is. Odd in ways Connor can't place but thinks are good.. They're. Intense. Eager. Blunt. Fun. They both seem like the sort of people he could talk to all night at a party at least, and that's a lot more than he can say for most guys he meets.
They're both really damn good kissers.
Maybe, at least for tonight, his luck is fucking changing.
They make it to room 6, locking the door behind them when they do. The room is set up with furniture and bondage gear of all sorts scattered around.
Trevor tugs Lucas in by the changes on his wrists and kisses him.
"Gonna let you do something real fun in just a minute, babe, but need to get Connor ready for James to get here, first," Trevor says. "Want you to sit and watch and wait."
"Okay," Lucas says, nodding, sitting on a low-to-the-ground vinyl bench.
"Good," Trevor says, then he turns to Connor and grabs his wrists, starting to undo his belt from them. He makes quick work of, grinning as he does, and then tugging on Connor again, pulling him toward a floor-to-ceiling beam in the center of the room. "You know, had to talk James into coming. He really wasn't sure about the sex party, he never is. He wasn't too sold on you getting paid for joining us either, but do you know what convinced him?" Trevor says, backing Connor nearly into the beam and then tugging at the bottom of his shirt to pull it up and over his head.
"What's that?" Connor asks, gasping when Trevor gets his shirt off and runs a hand over his chest and tossing his shirt somewhere behind them. Lucas sucks in a breath and mutters something Connor doesn't quite catch.
"How damn pretty you are. Wanted to come see for himself," Trevor says, running his palms over Connor's chest and stomach. "I thought I should have you waiting for him. Gonna need you on your knees," Trevor says, Connor sucks in a breath and nods, sinking to his knees, Trevor follows him, kneeling in front of him and picking up a pair of leather cuffs off the floor. Oh. He kisses Connor hard again, then he moves behind him and tugs on Connor's wrist from the other side of the beam. "Thought I'd really show James what good choice he made coming down here," Trevor says, hooking Connor's wrists behind him on the other side of the beam, securing him in place.
Trevor stands up behind him, walking around to face him again, smiling wide. Then he reaches an arm out and motions for Lucas to stand and join him.
"What do you think?" Trevor asks when Lucas reaches him.
"Fucking gorgeous," Lucas says, eyes running all over Connor.
"Good," Trevor says, tugging Lucas into kissing him and then undoing his wrist and collar clasps. " now you can touch him. Play. Whatever you want. Can't uncover anything I didn't, gotta leave him waiting for James, but gonna let you have fun with him 'till James gets here."
Lucas's eyes get dark and his smile looks outright hungry. He kisses Trevor again, then rushes over to Connor, kneeling in front of him.
Trevor sits on an armchair, pulling a joint out of his pocket, lighting it, and watching them in an almost too casual way.
Lucas grins at Connor right by his mouth, then he presses his lips against Connor's again.
Connor can't get his hands on him this time, so he just presses back against as best as he's able, with as tight as he's bound to the beam behind him. Lucas's hands come up over his chest right away, coming up over his stomach muscles, his hips, wasting no time finding his nipple piercings and starting to run his fingers over them.
He presses a hand into Connor's stomach and uses his other hand to tug at one of the bars in Connor's nipples, just slightly. Connor gasps into his mouth. Lucas pulls back, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Too much?" he asks. Connor shakes his head.
"It's good," he says. "You can uh, you can do that."
Lucas laughs lightly, tugging on it again, a little firmer this time. He moves his mouth down to Connor's neck, in a way that would make Connor squirm, if he could.
"I think Connor's gonna let us play all sorts of games," Trevor says, taking a drag of his joint lazily.
Lucas licks a line up to his ear and leans in.
"Are you feeling those edibles at all yet?" Lucas says, hot in his ear.
"Hard to tell," Connor says, breath shaking when Lucas runs fingers back and forth way too lightly on his ribs.
"Want me to test it?" Lucas asks, tugging on a nipple bar again.
"Sure," Connor says, swallowing hard.
Lucas runs a hand, firm, into his stomach again, pressing him into the beam. Then he moves his head and puts his mouth right at the corner between Connor's neck and shoulder, and then bites down at the muscle there, gently but with pressure that increases little by little until he releases.
Connor feels it in every other muscle in his entire body, from the point Lucas's biting down on, through his arms, his chest, his legs, his stomach, his feet, back up to his neck, looping and pulling all hot and sizzling out through the top of his head. It makes his eyes roll back a little, his vision goes a little hazy. He's pretty sure he groans. He knows he gasps.
Lucas laughs lightly again.
"Was that. Were those edibles strong as fuck? Or did you do that?" Connor asks, gasping again.
"Both," Lucas says, teasing too light fingers over his chest again and grinning at him. "You said you had a shitty month. Gonna make sure you have a really fucking good night."
"Guaranteed," Trevor says, as Lucas leans to kiss Connor again.
A rhythmic knock on the door, clearly purposeful, interrupts the kiss a minute later. Lucas pulls back and looks over at Trevor, who nods at him.
"Go ahead, babe," Trevor says, taking another drag of his joint. Lucas bounces up, grinning at both Trevor and Connor before he heads to the door.
Connor's hazy as fuck when Lucas opens the door and locks it again behind him, between the weed and the kissing and the, well, everything.
But.
Damn.
The picture didn't do the guy who walks in their room, James, justice. Not that Connor is surprised he's every bit as unfuckingly unfairly gorgeous as both Lucas and Trevor, but.
Damn.
"Hi," Lucas says, beaming at James as he takes his jacket off and throws it on a bench. He looks vaguely unsure about being here, Connor thinks, but when he smiles at Lucas it's soft and real and stunning.
"Hey there, gorgeous," James says, pulling Lucas closer to kiss him. Connor watches them for a minute, then watches the way Trevor watches them, the way Trevor looks pleased, and a little bit something else Connor doesn't know him well enough to know how to figure out.
"Glad you came," Lucas says when they pull back.
"Trevor's very persistent," James says, laughing, then he runs hands over the strap on Lucas's chest. "All dressed up?"
"It is a party," Lucas says, smiling back at him. "Private party now."
"Guess so," James says, "you always do look beautiful like this."
"Doesn't he?" Trevor says, walking up beside them, slowly, still lazily smoking his joint. He grins at James. "Hi babe, missed you."
"Can't start missing me in three days," James says, kissing Trevor, too, while Lucas watches them with a fond smile on his face.
"Did though," Trevor says, pulling back and shrugging.
It's.
It's none of Connor's business, obviously. But he assumed. He'd assumed James was a friend that they hooked up with occasionally. In a very casual way.
James's been here for three minutes and he's not sure that's what's up at all.
It's none of his business.
But it is sorta fascinating, whatever it is.
"Look what we found, James," Trevor says, tugging James over a little so he can get an actual look at Connor for the first time. "He's Connor. Isn't he pretty? He's been waiting for you."
" Oh," James breathes out, staring at Connor and blinking, taking a few steps forward. Connor's not sure he fully understands that reaction. But it makes him shiver, anyway.
"Connor's had a real shitty month. Don't know why, but we promised him we'd make tonight real good to make up for it. Thought you might wanna help," Trevor says, leaning a hand on James's shoulder. "Connor also told us, he usually has rules, isn't normally okay with kissing and that sorta stuff. But wanted to kiss me and Lucas. Already has. He said he couldn't say about you 'till he met you. So I'm gonna let you two meet. Think it's time to get Lucas tied to something while you do."
'Yeah?" James says, looking over at Trevor, who nods at him, kisses him quickly, and then steps away, putting his joint out. Connor watches Trevor pull on Lucas, walking him into the wall to kiss him hard against it.
James walks over to Connor, warm eyes intent on him as he kneels down in front of him.
"Hi," James says, looking at him soft and serious.
"Hey," Connor says, smiling back at him and nodding, head already swimming with weed in the best way.
"I'm James, I know you must already know that, but I'm James," he says, still all soft, eyes so god damn warm Connor almost can't take it.
"Connor, you know that, but I'm Connor," he offers back, watching the way James grins at him for it.
'You're fucking beautiful, you know that?" James says, shaking his head. "Damn, need you to tell me though, beautiful, what you want to happen right now. 'Cause I don't know how these kinda parties work, not really, but I do know that agreeing to have sex for money isn't the same thing as wanting to have that sex. And I don't do anything, ever, without knowing a boy wants me to. So. You want me to go away? You want us to talk? You want me to unhook you? You want me to brush that piece of hair you got falling in that pretty face of yours away so you can see a little better? I know we just met, but you and me both know why we're meeting so, you gotta tell me what happens now."
"Definitely don't want you to go away," Connor says, and James grins at him again for it, nodding. It's— Damn. James's hot. Connor likes the sound of his voice. And the way he smiles. And the glow in his eyes. Connor smiles back. "We could kiss now."
James smiles again, crouching closer and moving a piece of hair out of Connor's eye.
"Could?" he asks, letting his hand linger on Connor's face.
"Want to," Connor says.
James presses into him a second later, kissing him hard against the beam, threading a hand into his hair, the other hand resting on his chest. It's heady and deep and drowning. Connor would blame the weed, but he doesn't think its' the weed at all. He thinks it's just the delirious pressure of the kiss, warm like James himself. They kiss until Connor is god damn breathless with it.
"I'm really, really sorry to hear you've had a terrible month," James says, pulling back just enough to run a thumb over Connor's lips. "Can I help take your mind off it?"
"Want you to," Connor says, nodding. James grins at him again, kissing him long and lingering.
"Red light us any time, me and Trevor, if it's too much, not good, whatever, okay?" James says, hands on Connor's face still, and Connor nods. "But otherwise if you want me to take your mind off things? Yeah, beautiful, I can do that."
He grins a little darker, and when he leans in and he kisses Connor this time, it's harder, it's hungrier, it's a lot closer to predatory .
Connor shivers under it.
Somewhere just out of his line of sight, Lucas whimpers.
James pulls back, grinning at him and then moving to the other side of the beam. He runs his hands down Connor's arms, fingers teasing over bracelets and the cuffs.
"Gonna get you undone from here so we can go see Trevor and Lucas, but I want to keep you on your knees," James says, releasing Connor's wrists behind the beam.
Connor sucks in a breath, nodding and letting his arms fall to his side for just a minute. They don't stay there long. James comes back around and shakes his head. He gathers Connor's wrists behind his back and hooks them together again.
James kneels in front of him, grinning dark.
"Trevor? Think you said something about getting Lucas tied down?" James calls, eyes locked on Connor as he does.
"Yeah, should come see," Trevor calls back, voice dropped into that dark thing Connor had heard earlier. "Got him displayed all fucking pretty."
"Good," James says, then he adds in a low whisper to Connor, "on your knees 'till I tell you different. Need you just like this for us for a while."
Connor nods again, breathing hard. James stands, putting a hand behind James's neck, all firm pressure, as they make their way over to Trevor and Lucas.
They've only been a few feet away this whole time, of course. It's not a very big room.
Connor hadn't actually been able to see them though, with the angles and furniture in the way and all.
And.
Fucking hell.
Lucas really is all tied down now.
Strapped down and displayed, like Trevor had said. Full naked, impossible to look away from. Skin flushed, arms bound above his head, straps across his chest and stomach keeping him pressed into a cushioned table, now. Another at his hips pulled just as tight. Legs butterflied out, bound and spread, and elevated. The elevation makes it so that his cock and his ass are on full display, too, cock all hard and flushed and, damn.
It's enough that Connor says,
"Damn," out loud, almost more a comment to himself than anything, but James and Trevor grin dark at him, for it.
"Gorgeous, isn't he?" James asks, hand still firm on Connor's neck, grinning down at him. Connor nods rapidly.
"Yeah, shit," he breathes out, eyes tracing over Lucas.
"Figured you were planning to keep him like this for a while before he gets fucked, babe? Edge him or make him come a few times?" James says to Trevor, nods back at him, grinning.
"Can't help myself. Too damn pretty all fucking spread out like this for me not to have fun with him," Trevor says, running a single finger down Lucas's inner thigh in a way that seems far too light. Lucas gasps.
"I bet it would be awfully pretty if we had Connor help you out with that. Maybe start to prep Lucas for us. He doesn't have free hands, but this mouth of his," James says, moving his hand from Connor's neck to his mouth in a way that makes him gasp. "Could use that. Keep him on his knees for a while, too."
Lucas whimpers at that, and Connor gasps again, right against the fingers James is still pressing around his lips.
"That does sound pretty. Fair, too. I let Lucas get his hands all over Connor on that beam before you got here. We can let Connor return the favor," Trevor says, grinning dark and low.
"Sorry I missed that," James says, then he moves his hand up to slide it into Connor's hair, and tilts Connor's head up until Connor's eyes are meeting his. "Bet you're real, real good with your mouth. Be good, and use it to start to get Lucas ready to be fucked?"
Connor nods, gasping again and lets James shift him and guide him in between Lucas's legs.
Lucas's whimpering and properly begging above him, gasping both from motions of Trevor's hand on his thighs and cock, and from the way he must be able to tell exactly where Connor is right now.
James fists the hand in Connor's hair tight.
And Connor takes that as a cue. So he leans and positions himself the best he can without any use of his hands. He has a little help from James, who helps adjust Lucas's hips and ass some, too. Then he gets his tongue on the rim of Lucas's ass.
Lucas fucking shouts above him, and he hears Trevor laugh low and dirty.
Connor uses as much pressure and spit as he can, keeping his tongue working over Lucas that way. James's hand stays fisting in his hair while he does.
"Not very polite not to say thank you for this, babe," Trevor says scoldingly at Lucas, making Lucas shudder in a way Connor can feel around him. "Letting you get started out this nice and gentle. And letting you be the first one to get Connor's mouth on you."
"Sorry,' shit, thank you," Lucas says, groaning at another circle of Connor's tongue. Trevor makes a reprimanding sound, and Lucas gasps and adds, "thank you, sir."
"They do that," James says from behind Connor, whispering low. "Pretty as hell, isn't it?"
"That's better, but I'm not the only one you need to thank," Trevor says, clearly doing something with his hands Connor can't see that's making Lucas squirm in the tiny ways he's able, bound like this.
"Thank you, James, Connor," Lucas manages, gasping again.
"Good," Trevor says. "That's more like it, babe."
Lucas shouts again a second later, and since Connor hasn't changed his rhythm at all, he assumes Trevor's doing something above him.
He does his best to keep steady with his tongue. He works around the rim of Lucas's ass, into him a little too, keeping things as wet as possible, all pressure and speed and friction.
James leans in after a minute or so, whispering in his ear.
"You're doing a real good job. I'm gonna move my hand, but you stay right here. Don't stop what you're doing. I'll be right back, just wanna get something for you," James says.
Connor nods. He keeps licking Lucas, feeling James return behind him again less than a minute later. James's hands come up on his neck this time.
"Hold still, beautiful, you keep making Lucas feel good. I'm just getting you a bit more secure for us," James says. He moves his hands and then slides something around Connor's neck, something Connor understands the feeling of before his brain processes the words for it, through the weed making his brain so damn pleasantly hazy. James hooks the collar around the back of his neck, and Connor feels the metal of a chain falling down his back. He feels James picking up his wrists and joining it all together.
Connor swallows hard, staying in place for another minute before Trevor says,
"Enough, pull Connor back," voice sharp again. James tugs Connor away, and Lucas whimpers loud as fuck. Connor looks up to see that Trevor's got a hand around Lucas's cock, stroking him so teasingly slow it looks near torturous.
Lucas's even more flushed red and straining against his restraints, not getting anywhere at all with it when he does.
Trevor motions with his other hand, reaching out for James, who stands up without taking his hand off Connor, leaning up to kiss Trevor, hard, across Lucas.
The image of it feels like it's burning across Connor's brain somehow. That's probably just the weed talking, but, god damn, Trevor and James making out like that with Trevor stroking a tied-down Lucas all slow feels like it's sinking into his brain.
"Gonna keep Connor on his knees still?" Trevor asks with one hand on James's neck.
"Planning to," James says, grinning.
"Good, bring him over here," Trevor says, pulling back, keeping one hand working Lucas, and moving his other hand to the button on his jeans.
Connor sucks in a long breath. James puts a hand on the back of his neck again, guiding him over to Trevor.
Trevor looks down at him when they get in front of him, grinning.
"James, babe, switch me for a second and keep Lucas high? Wanna talk to Connor," Trevor says.
"You got it," James says, taking his hands off Connor and moving away. Connor watches him wrap a hand around Lucas's cock, and hears him say, "hi, gorgeous, feeling good?"
"So good," Lucas says, gasping. Trevor grins at them for a minute, then he kneels down and looks at Connor, meeting his eyes.
"Knew you and James would get along beautifully," Trevor says, looking at him with bright and intent eyes. "Real glad to see you being good for him that way. But don't want you to think I forgot you're mine, babe."
"Didn't," Connor says, shaking his head. Trevor grins at him.
"Lucas sure seemed to enjoy your mouth. Want you to show me why. Gonna need you to get it around my cock a little," Trevor says, low and dark and rumbled.
He undoes his jeans, tugging them and his briefs down to his knees. Connor takes in the sight in front of him, Trevor's shirt open, cock hard, pants and briefs at his knees. He thinks he could get high just from that, if his brain wasn't already deliciously swimming, damn.
Trevor steps in closer to him and slides a hand in his hair, tugging him in, Connor adjusts his mouth and chin, settling so that he can take Trevor's cock in his mouth. Trevor groans.
He can't get any traction of his own, without his hands, but he doesn't need to. Trevor fucks into his mouth, and James steps to press behind him, fisting a hand into his hair along with one of Trevor's to hold him in place. He steps in close enough that his legs are brushing Connor's back, and Connor's about 99 percent certain James and Trevor are making out while Trevor fucks into Connor's mouth, both of them pressed around him. He's also 99 percent sure both their hands are on Lucas's cock, although he can't see that either.
"Fuck," Lucas breathes out. "Could watch that all damn night."
James steps back after a minute. He takes his hand out of Connor's hair for a second. Trevor doesn't, so Connor doesn't move at all. He does as much as he can without his hands or much ability to move on his own to make it good on his end for Trevor, using his tongue as much as he's able as Trevor fucks into his mouth.
"Please, please, shit," Lucas hisses out above him, in response to something Connor can't see.
James steps back toward the again after a minute.
"Be nice to James, too," Trevor says, loosening his grip on Connor's hair and shifting back a little, James gets a hand in Connor's hair instead, tugging him the other way, toward him.
James's shrugged out of his clothes sometime in the last minute, and he's miles of skin in front of Connor now. He's hard, and he's looking down at Connor with a look that makes Connor shiver. He tugs Connor in.
"Look so damn pretty like this, wanted a turn too," James says, hissing out when Connor gets his mouth around his cock. Trevor keeps a hand in his hair, and James fucks into Connor's mouth, much the way Trevor had.
Connor works him with his tongue, letting James fuck into his mouth and using his tongue to add as much as he can.
"Goddamn," James says, kissing Trevor again as he does, Connor's pretty sure.
"I know," Trevor says, before he tugs Connor back over to his own cock.
Lucas whimpers.
"Can't, shit, please," he says, and Connor has no idea what that's in response to at all. He assumes the hands Connor and Trevor don't have in his hair are still on Lucas, but he can't actually see that. It's driving him a little insane, in the best way, imagining them working Lucas to edges and letting him cool down, or touching him way too slow to build him, or.
For a few hazy, stoned, amazing minutes that Connor loses track of completely, it blurs into that. He gets tugged back and forth between Trevor and James's cocks as they pull on his hair and fuck into his mouth. He feels them press into him as they make out. He hears Lucas whimper and shout and beg beside his head.
He sinks into it completely, sorta forgetting to think or do anything at all but run his tongue over Trevor and James's cocks and listen to the sound of Lucas's voice.
Until he gets tugged back for real, and both Trevor and James step back from him.
He gasps again when it happens, breathing hard.
James kneels behind him, skin of his chest pressed into Connor's back.
"You can stand now, c'mere," he says, putting one hand on Connor's arm and the other on Connor's back to help him to his feet.
He's fucking dizzy as shit when he does, trying to remember how long it's been since last time did. He tries to catch his breath and fails a little, blinking.
Lucas's still displayed in front of him all fucking stunning, the kind of thing porn always ruins somehow, an awful angle or bad acting or terrible line or fucking something, but real and right fucking there. Trevor's hand is working over Lucas's cock, slow and steady, and Lucas's groaning, looking like he can hardly take it.
Connor's shakier than he expected to be himself. He's having trouble being upright. James wraps an arm around him, whispering hot in his ear.
"Such a fucking pretty boy for us like that, being so good for us, getting your pretty mouth on all of us," James says, walking him slowing over to the other side of the table, so slow and gentle Connor hardly notices. He stops them when they're on the right by Lucas's head, right in Lucas and Trevor's line of sight. "Now you gotta let us see what we're working with here, let us see how pretty the rest of you is."
James runs his hands over Connor's chest, then he slides his hand down, over the front of Connor's jeans, palming him. Connor keens in his throat leaned back against James.
"He's so damn hard for us," James says, clearly to Lucas and Trevor, hand on Connor's cock through his jeans.
"Yeah, shit," Connor says, even though that wasn't a question and wasn't to him. James laughs softly into his neck, then he undoes the buttons and zipper on Connor's jeans.
He tugs Connor's jeans and briefs down, pulls them over hips, his thighs, to his knees, and down his calves.
"Holy shit," Lucas says, and Connor's not sure if it's a response to him or something Trevor does. Or both.
James grabs his arms firm on either side.
"Got you tight, go ahead and step out of all that," he says, a little softer, in Connor's ear. Connor nods, stepping out of his clothes and boots, using James's hands to brace himself on either side, and then kicking his stuff away.
"Told you I picked a pretty one," Trevor comments, curving his hand around Lucas's dick in a way that makes Lucas whimper.
"Gorgeous," James agrees, running a hand down Connor's stomach and wrapping it around his cock, stroking him once over, making Connor gasp. James laughs softly in his neck again. "You have a next plan over there?"
"Not specifically, do you have something in mind?" Trevor says, teasing a hand over one of Lucas's nipples.
"Look at your boy staring at Connor's cock, biting his damn lip. He wants to get his mouth on it real bad. And Connor was such a good boy for us that I think we could let Lucas suck him off a little. But Lucas can't move. And I'm holding Connor up. So they're gonna need a little help," James says, stroking Connor's cock once over again, grinning when Connor shudders against him at the motion. Connor's gasping from James's words, and Lucas's making noises in the back of his throat and nodding rapidly. "Thought you could switch me, help Connor fuck into Lucas's mouth, maybe prep him a little? 'Cause I was thinking about getting my mouth on Lucas's cock. Doing that thing? Letting him come with it."
"Please, please, shit," Lucas says, begging, as soon as James stops talking, looking back and forth between Trevor and James all wide-eyed.
"I think Connor earned that," Trevor says, nodding, he kisses Lucas hard, then steps fully out of his own jeans and tosses his shirt off. James runs his hands over Connor's stomach and thighs again. Trevor walks over to them, and James steps back when Trevor steps in, stepping behind Connor. James walks around to position himself close to Lucas, and Trevor wraps himself around Connor.
"I have a question for you," Trevor says, running his hands over Connor's chest, pressed in close enough that Connor can feel his hard cock pressed against his ass, "how long have you wanted me to get my hand on your cock, babe? Since I wrapped your wrists together with my belt? Since I told you I was glad you were submissive?"
"Since I watched you hook Lucas's wrist cuffs back together that first time. When we were just meeting," Connor admits, gasping.
Trevor smiles against his neck and wraps his hand around Connor's cock in response, making Connor groan loudly. Trevor strokes him a few times.
"Yeah? Wanted me to fuck you since then, too?" Trevor asks.
"Yeah, shit," Connor says, gasping.
"Good, that's really fucking good," Trevor says, then he moves them in a few steps closer to the table. "You like seeing Lucas like this?"
"Yeah, goddamn," Connor says, gasping as Trevor's thumb runs over the head of his cock. At the end of the table, James leans down and takes Lucas in his mouth, making Lucas shout and shake in his restraints.
"See that, babe?" Trevor says, reaching out and using the hand that's not on Connor's cock to turn Lucas's chin toward him. "Just like I always tell you. You're so fucking pretty like this. So damn gorgeous. Connor here is real pretty and tied up himself, and he's still looking at you like he can't believe how good you look like this. You like him looking at you like that?"
"So fucking much, shit," Lucas manages, sounding like words are really difficult through however James is working his mouth on him.
"How'd his tongue feel on you?" Trevor asks, still stroking Connor slow.
"Fucking incredible," Lucas says, whimpering and breathing hard.
"Something you wanted to do about that, babe?" Trevor asks, prompting and touching scoldingly, stepping closer to Lucas and moving Connor with him. Lucas blows out a long breath, nodding.
"Can I please suck Connor off to thank him, sir?" he says, shouting loud at the end, making James murmur something Connor doesn't catch around Lucas's cock. Trevor nods at Lucas, running his hand through his hair for a second.
"Yeah, you can do that," Trevor says.
Connor shudders.
"You like that? When Lucas addresses me properly like that?" Trevor says. Connor nods. Trevor grins. "Yeah, sounds pretty, huh? You don't have to do that, but you could if you wanted to. For me or James, or both of us. You can also use our names, but sometimes I am gonna need real nice answers that pick a real nice way to address us, though, got it?" Trevor says, and Connor nods again, swallowing hard this time. Trevor grins, "so, is there something you want right now?"
"I, please. Sir, shit. Wanted Lucas's mouth on me, please. Can Lucas please —" Connor pauses, breathing hard. "Sorry, that was. I can start that again, sorry."
"No, shh, that was pretty as hell," Trevor says, kissing him quickly, "and yes."
Then he guides Connor's hips with one hand and Lucas's head with the other, bringing them together to get Connor's cock in Lucas's mouth.
It's awkward and sloppy and goddamn amazing. Trevor rocks him into Lucas's mouth, helping him get into enough of a rhythm that he doesn't need held up completely anymore. Lucas uses an eager tongue on his cock, enough that Connor's gasping and groaning and shaking.
Lucas's tongue is eager but unsteady, for every swipe and pass over Connor's cock, Connor can feel him tense and lose direction for a second, clearly a reaction to James. Something that makes it all even hotter and better, somehow.
Trevor loosens the hand on his hip when Connor gets his balance going. He keeps the pressure of his back behind him instead. He's close enough that Connor can feel his hard cock against his ass. Trevor reaches up and with the hand that's not in Lucas's hair slides fingers into Connor's mouth for a minute, sliding them in and out and getting them wet before moving his hand down to Connor's ass.
He uses his knee to nudge Connor's legs apart just a little and starts to work two fingers inside him as Connor fucks into Lucas's mouth. Connor shouts, legs shaking like hell, as Trevor starts to curve fingers up into him.
"If you come we'll just make you come again while we fuck you, don't worry," Trevor says, right into his ear, as he twists fingers up inside Connor, curving up to make him fucking see white.
Trevor twists a third finger into him, and Connor shakes, rocking back and forth between Lucas's mouth and Trevor's fingers, but more helpless to it than anything.
He's building fast as hell, so keyed up from fucking everything, and the weed. He's goddamn flying with it.
Lucas comes hard first, shaking in front of him, shouting loud as fuck even with Connor's cock in his mouth, sweat pouring off of him.
Trevor keeps a hand fisted in his hair and James keeps working with his mouth.
"Keep going," Trevor says in Connor's ear, working him harder and faster with his fingers.
Lucas's a whimpering, shaking disaster, eyes blown out, skin flushed, breathing hard against his restraints.
It's one of the most attractive things Connor has ever seen happen with his own eyes.
He comes himself about a minute later, into Lucas's mouth, while Lucas's still shaking, before James has stopped working him at all. Trevor laughs softly in Connor's ear, working him as he shakes and sputters into Lucas's mouth.
James pulls back, but slides fingers into Lucas instantly, making Lucas shout again.
"Assuming we both wanna fuck both of them, then I'm also assuming you wanna end being with your boy? Know how much you like that," James says, grinning at Trevor as he works fingers into Lucas. Trevor nods back at him, wrapping an arm around Connor's waist. Connor hears himself make a sound in the back of his throat that he's not sure he ever quite has in his life, at that.
"Yeah, was assuming the same thing," Trevor says, pulling Connor back and away from Lucas's mouth completely. "Told Lucas he could watch me fuck Connor. Gotta find a good spot."
He scans the room, then takes his fingers out of Connor. He pulls Connor with him, moving them just a few feet away to another cushioned and soft-looking table, not exactly like the one Lucas is on, but close. Trevor leads Connor to it and then runs hands over his back.
"Bend over this for me," he says, pressing Connor down onto the material. Connor bends, feet firmly on the ground and legs straight, the rest of him rested pretty damn comfortably on the bench. It gives him something to lean on, and he takes advantage of it, bracing himself a little, still shaky from coming. Trevor runs a strap from the table over his back, under the chain on his handcuffs and collar, and then back down, securing him down tight. He pulls his legs out wide and attaches cuffs to each of them, keeping them spread apart.
Connor's swimming in it. He can stare directly at Lucas and James from this angle, and he knows they can look right back. He knows that's a large part of why Trevor picked it. James's got lube open beside him, and he's twisting fingers into Lucas steadily. Connor stares at them, breathing hard. Trevor runs his hands over his legs and his ass, before stepping away for just a second.
Trevor returns, and Connor can't see him, but he can feel a small container and small package brush up against his hip on the table.
Trevor starts to work lubed-up fingers into him less than a minute later, and Connor gasps again.
It keeps hitting his brain, through a high that might be the most fun fucking high of his life, that he's getting paid, for sex that's so blindly fucking good that he can't even think.
And maybe it's the weed. Or the sex haze.
But he doesn't really know how to process that.
So he stops really trying.
He feels Trevor slide into him a minute later, hard and fast and fucking fantastic, so god damn good that Connor's gonna burn away.
He watches James slide into Lucas. He listens to Lucas shout and whimper and beg.
He feels how fucking incredible it is to have Trevor fuck him, and it's god damn heightened by watching James fuck Lucas, by watching how damn hot those two are together. And it's heightened by being bound like this. And by the weed. And by how much Connor isn't thinking at all, and.
Trevors fucks him and runs his hands over his back, over his hips. Trevor keeps a fast and steady rhythm, making Connor shout and whimper in ways he couldn't hold back if he tried.
"Knew you'd feel fucking incredible like this, soon as I saw you," Trevor says breathlessly, rocking his hips up into him. "Fucking gorgeous, for me, like this. Mine."
Connor gets lost in it building back up again, feeling hot and electric, watching Lucas and James, feeling every cell in him on fire as Trevor fucks him.
Seconds roll into minutes and Connor's brain melts it all together.
He loses track, until Trevor stops, breathing hard and pressing a hand on his back.
He hears Lucas whimper on his other side.
"Fuck, not gonna make it if we don't," Trevor says, gasping above him.
"Same," James says, nodding.
There's shuffling and shifting that Connor's more aware of for the loss of Trevor inside him and near him than anything. Trevor kneels close to him for a minute and kisses him quick.
"Mine," he whispers against Connor's lips before he walks over to Lucas, and Connor shakes under it, whimpering at the loss of contact and sensation all of a sudden.
James's kneeling in front of him a few seconds later, though.
"Hi beautiful," James says, kissing him for a lingering minute. "Been looking forward to this all night."
He steps back, and Connor hears him rip open a condom packet behind him. Connor shudders, breathing hard and watching Trevor slide into Lucas, whispering things to him that Connor can't quite hear, even with as close together as they all are.
James slides into him a minute later, and Connor's eyes roll back in his fucking head. James starts to fuck him deep and steady and dizzying, and he reaches a hand to wrap around Connor.
Connor whimpers when James starts to stroke him. He's hard again, but sensitive as fuck from coming already. He's so turned on and ready to come again, but he's so fucking melted with everything.
"My turn with everything this time. Trevor and Lucas got to make you come the first time," James says, rocking his hips into him in a way that makes all Connor's bones feel like they don't have form in his body anymore. "Need you to come for me now, gorgeous."
James strokes Connor's cock with his hand and fucks into him at a dizzying pace, and Connor stops thinking again. He focuses his eyes on the unbelievable sight of Trevor and Lucas together like that, the way Trevor wraps a hand around Lucas's thigh, and the way Lucas looks at him when they fuck, like you can fucking see the air between them.
Connor watches and feels James, his cock, his hand, the heat of his body. Connor watches them, and he hears James's voice behind him, all the things James keeps muttering, the sorts of things most guys can't pull off but that roll out of James's mouth effortlessly and naturally.
James fucks into him until Connor's dizzy and whimpering and shouting and he has no idea how long it's been or.
James comes inside him with a shout of his own, groaning and low in his throat.
He keeps his hand working on Connor, and Connor comes about twenty strokes of his hand later, gasping at the feeling of James shaking around him.
He shouts loud and shakes like hell through his second orgasm of the night.
His vision goes out a little.
He's so shaky he loses track of where he is a little.
He hardly registers Lucas shouting loud beside him. Or Trevor a minute or so after that.
He doesn't really process it when James unfastens him completely and tugs him off the bench.
He's too shaky to really process it when James lays them down on some cushions on the floor and pulls Connor in tight, or when Lucas and Trevor curl in next to them a minute later.
He knows James's wrapped behind him, holding him tight.
"Shh, I've got you now. You're good, You did so good, beautiful, you're so good," James says in his ear, soft, gentle hands all over him, whispering and kissing his neck, his cheek, "I've got you, just breathe now, stay here."
He knows Lucas's curled into his chest, a hand near his heart and one on his ribcage head buried in his chest, breathing hot on Connor's stomach.
He knows Trevor's on Lucas's other side, whispering to Lucas in gentle murmurs.
He knows his legs and feet are tangled in all of theirs.
He knows Trevor smiled softly at him when their eyes met a few seconds ago.
"Just breathe now, let me take care of you," James says, arm wrapped around him.
Connor feels heavy in a good way. Maybe it's the weed? The orgasms? He doesn't know. He feels heavy, Sleepy. He feels safe. Really, really fucking safe. He knows that doesn't make sense.
But right this minute he can't remember why.
He feels.
He feels James. And Lucas. And Trevor.
And for a couple of minutes. He forgets about anything else.
And he falls asleep.
Maybe it's less than a minute, or two minutes, or ten. He has no idea.
He startles when he wakes up, blinking. He's still heavy, but slightly more aware of his surroundings. His heart is still thudding hard as fuck, but he feels his own breathing slow and steady.
"You're okay," James says, running a hand over his arm, down to his wrist, stopping just before Connor's hand, which is resting on Lucas's hip. He's not 100 percent sure he remembers getting his hand there, although he's not protesting, or anything. Lucas's still curled into his chest, hands flat on him.
James keeps running a hand up and down Connor's arms, alternating which one. Now that Connor thinks about it, he thinks James might have been doing that while he was dozed off for a minute there. James's hand on him is firm and intentional, and after several seconds where everything feels slow and warm, it registers to Connor, that, oh right. This is very much actual and purposeful aftercare happening here. James is holding him but also paying attention to his arms, making sure they're okay because they'd been behind his back for that goddamn long.
It's really fucking nice, actually. A lot nicer than it should be, probably.
"You should stay with us tonight," James says, kissing the top of Connor's head. Lucas nods into Connor's chest.
"Was about to say that," Trevor says, meeting Connor's eyes again.
"Um," Connor says, blinking again because there's gotta be a line he should draw here somewhere. This all feels like. A lot.
"It's," James moves his hand off Connor for a minute and glances at the watch on his wrist. "1:30 already. Might as well all stick together 'till morning, now, right? Unless you've got somewhere important to be."
"Can't be here more than another hour max, then," Connor says. He knows that's not an answer at all. James laughs softly into his hair.
"I know, I live like five blocks away, babe, and this one," he says, reaching over Connor to ruffle Lucas's hair fondly. "isn't gonna make it all the way back to their place anyway."
Lucas mumbles something into Connor's chest and moves one of his hands to wrap an arm around Connor's waist so he can curl into him tighter.
It makes Connor have to bite back the urge to kiss his forehead.
"Was gonna take us—you there if we couldn't get a room, but James said yes," Trevor offers. "So we could've already been there."
James laughs again.
"Since Trevor didn't have to use his backup plan, we can just head over there now," James says. Then he slides a hand down Connor's arm again and adds, "If you want."
Connor nods.
On how stoned he still is and how tired he is alone, going five blocks sounds a fuckton easier than getting all the way back to his apartment. Not that he hasn't done it before, but thinking about it makes him feel even more exhausted.
Part of his brain tries to protest at him that he should try to make it, that he should really get up and leave on his own, right about now, because this is a fucking lot.
It's really easy to ignore right now.
"Yeah, sounds good," Connor says, nodding again. James kisses his shoulder in response.
"Good, then we can talk about how we make seeing you again happen," Trevor says, making Connor startle again.
"This uh, doesn't usually work like that," Connor says, flustered, James pulls him in tighter, kissing his shoulder again, something that should be the literal opposite of what Connor wants in this moment but that is, no, somehow perfect, actually.
Dammit.
"Right, I know that. That's why I said make it happen," Trevor says, shrugging at him over Lucas. "'Cause the thing is, however that would need to be for you, that's something we could work out."
"I don't know what that means," Connor says, blinking again and not following Trevor at all. Trevor blows out a breath.
"James help," Trevor says, laughing slightly. "He doesn't know about the thing and I don't wanna be weird, or insulting, but I wanna say we can work it out, you know? But not sound weird and creepy."
Lucas laughs into Connor's chest a little, burrowing further.
"What thing doesn't he know?" James asks.
"The thing that," Trevor stops, sounding flustered himself, "Lucas said Connor was concerned for our budget. 'Cause he doesn't know."
"Oh," James says, laughing again. "Trevor and Lucas are rich and weird. They don't like to tell anyone, ever. But they're rich. Trevor's trying to tell you that if seeing you again would need to be a money exchanged thing, that's not an issue for them. He just didn't want to sound like he was creepy trying to like, employ you."
"I'm not sure that was helpful," Trevor says, rolling his eyes at James affectionately.
"Wait, what?" Connor says, reeling more than a little.
"Yeah, what James said, or sorta what James said," Trevor says, shaking his head. "We're not that weird."
Lucas laughs into Connor's chest again and mutters something Connor doesn't catch. Trevor shakes his head and slides his hand to the back of Lucas's neck for a second.
"You either help or be quiet and sleep," Trevor says all soft and fond sounding.
Lucas lifts his head up without moving at all, chin still on Connor's chest as he looks up at him.
"We just wanna see you again, but if that would get in the way of you working and making money. If we took up time that you'd be working, we could cover the difference, if you needed. That's all. Just let us know. 'Cause. We wanna see you again, that's all, okay?." Lucas says, holding Connor's gaze with his impossibly large eyes for a minute before burying his face back in Connor's chest.
"Um, thanks, I think?" Connor says. "But you really don't have to do that. I can spend time with all of you for free."
"Well, if I didn't just make a total ass of myself, and you don't hate the idea of seeing any of us at least one more time, we'd really like that," Trevor says, with another one of those really soft smiles, almost shy this time.
"I don't hate it," Connor admits, even if he probably shouldn't.
"Okay, let's head out then," Trevor says, quietly enough it's almost a whisper, "we can go sleep and cuddle. Don't even have to think about anything else 'till morning."
"Yeah, think it's time we got out of here," James says, kissing Connor's head again. "C'mon, I'll help you find your clothes."
Their cuddle pile on the floor breaks up slowly and not without Lucas sounding slightly grumpy about it.
"Can cuddle him again at James's, babe," Trevor says, kissing Lucas softly and handing him pants that Lucas puts on with a yawn.
Connor watches them for a second, then he tugs his own shirt on. He's. Maybe he's just still really stoned. But he's pretty sure that he actually does want to see all three of them again. (He doesn't think it's actually just that he's still stoned.)
He has no fucking idea what that's gonna mean or how that's gonna work.
He can think of at least a dozen problems with that off the top of his head.
But he doesn't want to think about complicated shit anymore tonight.
He's too fucking tired and stoned for it anyway.
So instead he thinks:
Fuck it, maybe his luck really is changing.
And follows them to James's apartment.