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“Doc’s back in town.”
“Yeah? How is he?”
Brad had called Nate to chat while waiting for a program to install on his computer, currently counting numbers in boot mode. Ray wasn’t around to be distracting, and it had been a while since he and Nate had spoken.
Brad had filled Nate in on Ray’s continuing journey to find a job he didn’t hate, and that his own work was going well, but that his computer hobby was currently trying to kick his ass.
Nate updated Brad on how college was going, and Brad had been pleased to hear that Nate was feeling much more settled than he had been; then he’d passed on the news about Doc Bryan.
A lot of their friends were still in active service, and while Ray was usually the one with all the up-to-date gossip – as ever – Nate was sometimes privy to information from the connections he had through his former officer’s rank.
“He’s good; still attached to Recon, just finished another tour in Afghanistan. Said he’s got some leave coming up.”
“Think we’ll get a chance to catch up?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem, he’s staying at my place.”
“Oh.” Brad knew that Doc respected Nate for putting his concern for the well-being of his men over his own personal career advancement, but he also knew that Doc would just rather not deal with officers in general.
He enjoyed Doc’s company. As a ‘pair of hyper-professional, stoic badasses’, to quote Ray, it wasn’t surprising that they got along, but he was surprised that Doc and Nate were, apparently, friends.
“Yeah. And-”
Nate’s hesitation was unusual, made Brad’s attention spike. “And?”
“So, you remember that I mentioned frequenting some BDSM clubs once upon a time?”
Yeah, he did. They’d discussed their respective likes, dislikes and experience back before they’d embarked on the first of their occasional ménage à trois; Nate bringing that up now was intriguing.
“I do.”
“We may have bumped into each other at this club in San Francisco.”
“… right…” It was more a verbal ellipsis than anything else.
“And I haven’t discussed the specifics with him, but I think he’d be interested in joining us, if you and Ray were amenable.”
“The specifics?”
“Well, he knows that there’s a couple I play with now and again, but I haven’t told him who. He said he was comfortable with me trying to set something up, as long as it wasn’t someone still serving. Said he’d rather not deal with the complications of hooking up with someone he might go back out there with.”
“But you think he’d be okay with me and Ray, now that we’ve paddled out?”
“Yes. He didn’t ask, but he said he didn’t care if the people I knew were former servicemen.”
“Does he suspect…?”
“I don’t think so. You guys aren’t the only former Marines I know.” Nate’s boyish grin was audible down the phone, possibly at the idea of some of the other guys they knew also being into this.
Brad was quiet for a moment, mostly thinking, but also giving the computer mouse a wriggle like that would make anything progress any faster. It didn’t.
“What would he be looking for?” Brad asked evenly. He could make some assumptions based on what he knew of Doc’s personality, but it didn’t do to presume. “Would we be compatible?”
“Well, we’ve had a talk. When we crossed paths in those clubs we didn’t really do anything together, not while we were still active, but I watched him carry out a scene with a sub. He said he’d be interested in doing some Dom action, but I’m not sure what his opinions are about who does what. Or what goes where.”
Interesting. Brad wouldn’t mind letting Doc fuck him, but he was pretty sure that neither of them would be able to give control up to the other. It left a very interesting equation behind in terms of possibilities.
“Well, that’s alright. I know that Ray won’t complain if he’s the only one who ends up taking it.”
But there was a thought. Ray’s ongoing job hunt wasn’t going very well, despite the opportunities for fast employment in an area with high turnover, so close to the beach and all the tourist areas that came with that.
He was actually employed at the moment, but he still wasn’t settled, seemed to be getting itchy feet already in fact. He was cheery enough when he was home for the time being, but Brad could feel the clouds gathering on the horizon. Approaching enemy action.
It’d be useful to set something up to help Ray work out whatever angst he’d been chewing on lately, try and head that trouble off at the pass.
Nate had laughed. “I’ve seen Doc work; I’m not sure which of them will be biting off more than they can chew.”
“I’ll talk to Ray about it, but I might keep that one under my Kevlar - I don’t want to encourage him.”
-
He didn’t broach the topic with Ray until the next day, and after he’d come home from work.
Ray was sacked out on his back on the couch, and it looked like he’d fallen asleep watching Netflix. The TV had turned itself off, but Ray still had the remote clinging in the lax cup of his hand which had slipped off the sofa and was dangling above the carpet.
Ray’s other hand was pillowed under the back of his head, his bony elbow pressed up into the couch. He looked small lying there, even if only because the couch was custom-made and larger than average – anyone would have looked small on Brad’s couch, even if they weren’t brushing 5’9” on a good day.
Brad leaned on the back of the sofa, arms crossed and watching Ray sleep, creep-like but infused with a heated fondness that burned in his chest.
He reached down and skimmed his fingers over the small area of bared stomach where Ray’s shirt had rucked up and didn’t meet the waistband of his jeans.
Ray jumped with an undignified snort of surprise, twitching towards the touch, dropping the remote and coming to take hold of Brad’s wrist. Brad allowed it, watched with a not-unwicked grin while realisation came to Ray’s face, leaving him flopping back down where he’d been with a huff, and then a yawn.
“Good morning.”
“Fuck off.”
Sleepy and faux-grumpy at being woken, unable to hide how happy he was to see Brad: lovely.
Brad came around the foot of the couch and climbed up and over Ray, the way Ray usually did when he found Brad stretched out here; he could see the appeal now. He lowered his body down onto Ray’s, ducking his head for a kiss hello.
Ray reciprocated, sliding his arms around Brad’s waist and reaching down so that he could slap Brad’s ass smartly with both hands. Brad bit his mouth in retaliation, and Ray pulled away, laughing.
“Get the fuck off me! Do you hear that, Bradley? That’s the sound of my ribs cracking under your enormous weight, you enormous concrete-boned dick!”
Brad just left his weight there, propped up enough to know that Ray’s protests were all farcical.
“You used ‘enormous’ twice.”
“It bears repeating!”
“My enormous concrete dick thanks you.”
Ray choked a little on giggles. “Shut up!”
Brad kissed him again, kissed him into happy silence and pressed him into quiet submission, and if he slid his hand down for a quick grope of Ray’s ass, so what?
“Hey. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
He settled with his elbows either side of Ray, arms slid under him so he was cradling the back of Ray’s head. Ray’s own hands were conveniently out of the way, linked loosely behind Brad’s neck themselves.
“Hmm?” Ray hummed, part in curiosity, but mostly because Brad was alternately scrubbing his fingers against Ray’s scalp and tugging at little tufts of Ray’s hair.
“Nate called yesterday. He said Doc’s back and staying with him for a while.”
“Cool.” Ray commented, distracted under Brad’s petting, eyes half-lidded like some kind of big cat.
“Yeah. He said Doc might be interested in joining Nate to hook up with us.”
Now that fetched Ray’s attention back. He gave Brad a slightly sceptical look.
“Are you fucking with me?”
Brad laughed. “No. Look, you can check with Nate, if you want?”
Ray freed one of his arms, lifted it up and over his head and flailed it around, trying to locate his phone on the side table by touch alone. Brad leaned over him and snagged it, handing it off to Ray and resettling himself; he was heedless of Ray’s bony elbows jutting out at him as Ray sent off a text.
=Brd sz u n doc dtf????=
Ray lay the phone under his chin. “So, assuming I believe you about this, what did you say?”
“I said I’d talk to you.”
Brad relayed the pertinent parts of the chat he’d had with Nate, how Doc had come into conversation and what they wanted. Ray paused him briefly when his phone vibrated with a received message.
=What?=
Ray sighed, his fingers skittering over the phone buttons.
=brad claims u n doc wanna fool around w/us?=
And then, “Doc might not want to do this when he finds out it’s us. I don’t think he likes me all that much.”
Brad frowned at the comment, petting Ray a little soothingly despite himself.
Sure Doc could be abrasive, but Brad held him in high-esteem, even outside his laudable military accomplishments; for all that he seemed to have some kind of rage on a constant simmer, Doc was one of the most compassionate men Brad knew.
“Are you not into it?” He queried, careful.
“Oh, no, I’m into it.” Ray enthused. “Just, you know. Unexpected.”
Brad was still frowning. “I’d trust him with you.” he said eventually, leaning to kiss Ray’s cheek in a manner that had Ray protesting at Brad’s soppiness, but blushing like he rarely did.
Ray’s phone buzzed between them again.
=Yes. If youre agreeable.=
Ray stared at Nate’s text with perplexity knotting up his eyebrows.
Brad, watching him, raised one of his own. “Everything okay?”
“Nate says he and Doc are serious about this.”
Brad rolled his eyes. “This would be going a bit far in pursuit of a joke, Ray.”
Ray was still staring at his phone, pouting now in a way that was more sincere and fretful than mocking or put-on.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nah.” Ray shook his head, shaking himself out of it. “Nothing, just, just still weirded out about Doc, is all.”
Brad growled and bit at Ray’s chin, then the angled line of his jaw, then nipping at his ear. “Doc’s more than the person he is in the field, Ray.”
Ray was a little breathless, restless, shifting his hips up into Brad’s body above him. “Yeah. Well. Okay. It’s an okay from me, if you wanna tell Nate.”
Brad knew that Ray was keeping some card or another against his chest, but he didn’t press to see it just now. “I will. This weekend?”
“Sure. I’m home Friday after six.”
“Okay.” Brad sat up, dragging Ray upright with him and then hefting Ray into his lap in an athletic manoeuvre of sudden strength, making Ray laugh loudly.
“You ridiculous manhandling fuck!”
Brad just smiled that wide, slow grin, and tugged at the fly of Ray’s jeans, drawing the zip down and- “Predictable.” he murmured, taking Ray’s mouth as his hand met the bare skin of Ray’s cock.
“Fuck underwear.” Ray mumbled against Brad’s lips, unconcerned, his own hand trying to push down Brad’s waistband. “These stupid trousers.”
Brad let the kiss go, if only to look down and help Ray get his trousers undone, watching Ray’s deft hands slip Brad’s cock out of his underwear, his thumb wisping over the head. “Fuck yeah.” He breathed, watching Ray lift his hand to his mouth and spit into it before reaching back and stroking Brad’s cock properly.
“Multitask, Iceman.” Ray prompted, pushing up into Brad’s hand where it had gone slightly slack around Ray’s own dick.
It was juvenile and a little uncoordinated for them, but enjoyable nonetheless. It was as much about getting to kiss each other as it was about getting each other off, bodies held close, knuckles colliding now and again.
Brad eventually lost his patience, took Ray’s hand and shifted them a little, pulling Ray closer so that their cocks were bumping up against each other. He re-curled Ray’s fingers around the double width of them both, then covered Ray’s hand with his own and forced a rhythm for them.
He moaned hard into Ray’s mouth, and then Ray ducked his head down until his forehead pushed in against Brad’s shoulder while he whimpered.
Brad cupped the back of Ray’s head, petted against the line of Ray’s hair with his thumb, and when he clamped his hand down against the nape of Ray’s neck, Ray came.
Brad followed him over with the feeling of Ray’s come against his own hard wet cock, Ray’s hard breathing and slightly shaking body.
He tipped his head back on the sofa, catching his breath and feeling Ray likewise slump down against him. After a few beats, Ray nosed at Brad’s collarbone softly and then bit it, so gently that it was just a vague pressure of teeth.
Brad pet Ray’s hair.
“I’ll give Nate a call.”
Ray hummed agreement. He took hold of Brad’s hand with his own where they were both still sandwiched between their pelvises and lifted them to his mouth; Brad’s eyes went dark as his pupils dilated out watching while Ray carelessly lapped their fingers clean.
“I’ll give Nate a call later.” he amended, pushing two fingers into Ray’s mouth instead. Ray grinned around them, wicked and joyful and getting hard again against Brad’s cock. “Much later.”
-
Friday evening rolled around in a thick fog of anxious but excited anticipation.
Brad and Ray had Nate and Doc over for dinner – not a euphemism, as much as Ray insisted on trying to make it sound like one.
Ray had actually cooked for them, so Brad was in the kitchen doing the dishes with Nate keeping him company, propped back against one of the kitchen counters and nursing the second of the two bottles of beer that they’d all limited themselves to that evening.
It was good practice in any case before a scene, but Doc had insisted on it. ’No alcohol for the rest of the weekend. We shouldn’t be playing drunk.’
Doc and Ray were lounging, splay-legged beside each other on Brad’s massive couch, drinking sodas and waiting for Brad and Nate to rejoin them.
When Brad had confirmed their willingness to participate to Nate, they hadn’t been privy to whatever discussion Nate had then had with Doc, so they hadn’t seen Doc’s reaction to being told the other couple were Brad and Ray.
Ray had worried, quietly to himself for once, that Doc would decline because of him. Yeah, they were all brothers, they’d die for each other, kill for each other, run into live fire for each other, etc, etc, but you could love your brother and still not really like him very much. Still not want to spend time with him outside a full scale war.
Ray hadn’t mentioned that to Doc in any real terms, but he’d alluded to something like it during conversation over dinner, and the expression on Brad’s face had belied the tease in Ray’s voice when he’d said it.
Doc remembered that and now, in this quiet moment when it was just the two of them, he brought it back up.
“I think we need to get something out of the way,” He started, “before this begins.”
Ray nodded, paying attention even if he looked suddenly unsure.
“I don’t dislike you, Person. You can be an annoying, mouthy little shit sometimes, but I don’t dislike you. I’d even go so far as to say the opposite, in fact. You’re a good man, and this isn’t going to be a hardship for me.”
Doc hadn’t been lying when he’d said that Ray could be irritatingly verbose sometimes, and it was almost comical to see him open-mouthed but stunned silent now. Almost.
“I, uh-” Ray hesitated, searching for words that, for once, had escaped him entirely. “-thanks?”
His bewilderment and uncertainty made Doc huff a laugh, the usually severe line of his mouth cracked into a smile that completely undid his usual dour appearance. “Come on. Do you think I would have agreed to fuck around with someone I can’t stand?”
Ray didn’t say anything, just pursed his lips a little and shrugged with one shoulder
“Oh.” Doc said quietly, steely-blue eyes settling where Ray was chewing at his lip.
He didn’t know if there was maybe a story there that he wasn’t going to be privy to, or if it was just all kids in Ray’s generation who fucked people they wouldn’t cross the road to piss on if they were on fire.
Hell, maybe it wasn’t that at all. Maybe it was anachronistic of him, among his own peers, to want to at least feel some kind of good will towards the people he chose to sleep with, to want more than just raw physical attraction before getting partially naked with someone.
Or maybe it was just some deep-seated, long-buried, well-hidden insecurity that Ray had about himself; some weird throwback to an unhappier time.
Doc had been at that infamous football game in Iraq before they’d come home, and he remembered Ray shouting something at Rudy about high school jocks which had suddenly explained some things about who Person actually was, under the boisterous veneer that came with Ripped Fuel overuse.
“Hey.” Doc said, not short, but sharp enough to get Ray’s attention back. Ray looked up at him, and held still even when Doc reached a hand out and curled it around the back of Ray’s neck. “I don’t fuck people I can’t stand.” he said firmly, before pulling Ray towards him for a kiss.
The kiss was sweet, literally, their lips soda-soaked. Doc’s hand on Ray’s neck made him go pliant, like he had the flexor reflex of a kitten.
Ray braced himself with one hand on Doc’s leg, a hand that had landed there through chance, but remained there through choice.
Doc could feel Ray’s fingers flex on the muscle of his leg when he tugged a little at Ray’s hair, and kissed up the almost shaky sigh Ray made when he nipped at Ray’s bottom lip with his teeth.
Doc had maybe an inch and a half on Ray, but the height disparity seemed all the greater for the way that Doc pushed up to kiss down, how Ray had fallen in against his body necessitating an upwards tilt of his head to kiss back.
Doc brought his other hand up to the side of Ray’s neck, pushing his thumb under Ray’s jaw to keep his head tilted, feeling the arousal-brisk beat of Ray’s heart through his pulse. He pressed there a little harder to feel it better, feel it over the flicker of his own pulse in his thumb, and Ray made a soft mewl of a noise in response to the pressure.
“Oh, that’s why you offered to make dinner.” Brad’s amused, teasing voice prompted Doc to pull away from Ray.
Ray looked up at where Brad and Nate had returned to the living room, Brad’s arm around Nate’s waist companionably, and scowled at him. “You fucking cock block.”
Brad huffed a laugh and kissed Nate’s cheek, left his side to come over and put his own hand around Ray’s throat, holding him with his head still tilted upright and pressing a firm kiss over his mouth. It was a fairly short one, but Ray’s hand still flitted to grasp a gentle hold around Brad’s wrist.
Brad broke the kiss and his grin down at Ray was hungry. “Let’s not be impatient.” he chided.
Nate crossed his arms where he stood, watching them with something easy and happy and keen in his usually lancing gaze. “We’ve got the whole weekend.” he reminded them.
Ray protested. “But it’s nearly the end of Friday!”
“Friday’s not part of the weekend.” Brad dismissed.
“It’s honorary.”
“Ray, no.”
“No, because, look: you can get wasted Friday evening because Saturday morning doesn’t count; and then Saturday evening for Sunday; but if you get wasted on a Sunday, you’re just setting yourself up for trouble come Monday”
“Maybe in your whiskey-tango, moonshine addicted, trailer park hovel of a community, bereft of any extracurricular activities outside becoming a raging alcoholic by the age of five, but here in the real world, Ray, people don’t define their weekends around the ability to get drunk.” Brad monologued, deadpan. “Not that it’s ever stopped you.”
“Boys.” Nate cut in, wearily, just as Doc said, “I have no fucking idea how an entire battalion of Marines didn’t pick up on the fact that you two are a married couple. Just divorce already, Christ!”
Brad shot him with an unimpressed raised eyebrow.
“Now, Doc.” Ray pouted, reproachfully. “Vigorous and open discussion is important in a healthy relationship.”
“Silence is golden.” Doc dropped the proverb pointedly, like a danger close missile.
Ray looked some mix of scandalised and betrayed.
“Where did all three of you get the idea that bickering is foreplay?” Nate asked, long-suffering, before he held a hand out. “Come here, Ray.”
Ray went, levering himself off the sofa and subsequently losing his spot beside Doc to Brad.
Nate nodded his head indicatively at the sofa as Ray approached, making him stop and turn to see Doc and Brad kissing.
It was like watching them spar, the kiss an obvious fight to find and keep hold of the control that they kept grabbing from each other, like a sexy game of keep away.
“Fucking hot.” Ray commented, like the words had just jumped out of his mouth without his say-so.
Nate made a noise of agreement, coming up behind Ray and pushing his hands around Ray’s waist, looping his arms around him. Ray’s own hands took hold of Nate’s forearms and squeezed down a little against the resistance-less bars of muscle that they were.
Nate dipped his nose in against the side of Ray’s neck and brought his mouth into play to press a soft, soft kiss there, before turning it with no warning into a slow, sucking bite.
Ray made a noise in response that distracted Brad and Doc, breaking their pure altercation of a kiss to look up and see. Ray had tilted his head to give Nate more room to work, his fingers still clutching onto Nate’s arm, biting at his own lower lip.
Doc was fascinated. Brad, as much as he appreciated the sight, had seen it before; he took advantage of Doc’s distraction to kiss him in a surprise attack, triumphantly curling his hand around the back of Doc’s head to try and hold him still.
“Brad’s cheating.” Ray panted, quietly so that only Nate heard him clearly, feeling Nate’s mouth turn up into a smile against his skin.
“Exploiting weakness in the enemy’s defence.” he corrected.
“What I said.” Ray doubled-down, unrepentant.
Nate turned Ray to face him, and Ray looped his arms around Nate’s neck like a 30’s film star heroine, face upturned for another kiss.
Of course, he had to break it to speak. “This is much more comfortable than trying to do this to Brad, LT; can’t even reach his shoulders, the sequoia motherfucker.”
“Runt.” Brad called back to him from the couch, hissing the next moment when Doc bit the point of his jawbone.
“Whatever, Glumdalclitch.” Ray called over his shoulder.
Even Doc gave up his advantage to give Ray a look that landed somewhere between perplexed and amused at that one.
“Lilliputian.” Brad shot back, but with an air like he knew the insult had been too easy.
“Try harder, Brad.” Ray confirmed, feigning disappointment.
Nate was laughing though. “Isn’t that character a woman, Ray?”
Ray flung a hand out Brad’s way, indicating to all of him from head to toe and raising an eyebrow to say, ‘what’s your point?’
It surprised a yelp of a laugh out of Nate that had Ray grinning back at him with an extra layer of delight in his eyes. Nate had seen it before on deployment, whenever Ray’s antics had pulled a smile from him, even when it felt like happiness had been firmly against the grooming standard.
Nate took Ray’s face in his hands and kissed him right on that gleeful expression, feeling the way Ray went slack as Nate’s fingers kneaded the back of his neck. It made Nate smile against Ray’s softer mouth himself.
“So easy.” Brad said with a scoff from behind them, clearly about Ray.
Ray, who lifted his hand and flipped Brad his middle finger, making Nate chuckle. It broke the kiss and Ray turned to look at Brad over his shoulder. “And? What, you’re complaining?”
“I’m not.” Doc commented, blunt.
“No.” Nate agreed, taking back Ray’s attention and his mouth both.
He’d grown tired of the combative flirting, decided to shove them from fucking around to ‘fucking around’.
He kissed Ray aggressively now, ruthless and resolutely direct, just like his command style when they’d fallen into the shit. Brad and Doc watched Nate grope at Ray’s ass through his jeans, showing the kind of rapt attention they’d never shown during Team Leader briefings.
Nate broke the kiss to whisper something close to Ray’s ear, inaudible to their audience even if Ray hadn’t been making those careless, shameless little noises. Nate’s eyes were sharp on the other pair over Ray’s shoulder, making Ray’s reaction seem entirely appropriate: it was hard not to want to squeak a little when Nate looked at you like that, with those beautiful, hard eyes.
Whatever Nate said it made Ray shiver, made him nod fitfully and pant, “Yeah, yes, yeah,” with a fervent eagerness before he went to his knees at Nate’s feet like they’d stopped being able to hold him up.
Nate pushed his fingers into the short thickness of Ray’s hair, just laying his hand there because Ray needed no persuasion before he was pressing his face in against the hardness of Nate’s dick. Nate was, of course, the only one of them in casual trousers.
“Yes Ray, good boy.” Nate said down to him, and his voice was already a little tight, like he was drowning under this.
Brad slid his hand over Doc’s thigh with a companionable squeeze on the way to kneading over Doc’s growing erection through the distressed denim of his jeans. Doc tilted his head back a little, but neither he nor Brad looked away from the little floor show Nate was choreographing for them.
For them?
Nate was petting over the sides of Ray’s face, rubbing his thumbs gently against Ray’s temples, over his cheekbones, against the corners of his mouth, looking at him like he was the key to a well-stocked PX.
Brad and Doc couldn’t see Ray’s expression, but Brad knew what Ray looked like looking up from the floor at him, at Nate, the worship that would be there as he kept his mouth clamped over the clothed bulge of Nate’s dick.
It didn’t look like Nate remembered anyone else existed.
Not even Ray’s mouth was enough to make Nate lose his situational awareness though – at least, not while it wasn’t Ray’s mouth against bared skin – and it was pretty obvious that having an audience for this was getting Nate off as much as Ray.
“Look at you, look at how much you want it.” he was saying to Ray, his voice all low, warm and fond and filthy in its sweetness, hands now cupping the back of Ray’s head. “Such a shame; I’d rather keep your mouth free than fill it up. I’d rather hear you, but you want a cock in it instead, don’t you. Luckily for you, Ray, I want to give you the things you want.”
He dislodged Ray a little, pressed Ray’s cheek against the flat of his thigh with one hand and undid the zip fly of his trousers with the other, making Ray watch as he worked his cock out from under them and his underwear.
The men on the couch could see them, the way Nate had positioned himself and Ray so that the couch was on his two; the way Ray sucked at his bottom lip in needy silence, the flex of his fingers where his hand had curled around the back of Nate’s calf.
And his dark eyes still on Nate’s face.
“Come on baby, show Tim how good you are.”
There was a brief moment, like a muzzle flash, where Ray flicked his eyes over to Brad and Doc on the couch, almost like he’d forgotten they were there, but the moment didn’t last.
He kept his hands where they were, one still anchored round Nate’s calf, the other lying in an almost delicate gesture on the flat of Nate’s thigh; Nate considerately held his cock still and steady and Ray just opened up and sank his mouth down on it like he’d been born for it.
“Fuck.” Nate coughed out, all vowel and soft-ended. His fingers twitched as he tried not to pull Ray’s hair – not that Ray would have protested.
“Fuck, that’s-” Doc said from the couch, staring even as he almost absently pushed his hips up into Brad’s teasing hand, letting Brad nip a little against the swell of his throat.
“Wanna close up?” Brad asked, smooth but smug. Smug because Ray was good at that, and Ray was his, and because he got that anytime he wanted. Some weird undeserved feeling of pride over Ray’s skill, and the fact that Ray had decided to give it all to Brad.
Really, part of Brad kind of wanted to grab Ray up and take him to bed all for himself, if the concept of this mini-orgy wasn’t as equally, seethingly hot.
“I was hoping for more of a hands-on demonstration.” Doc said, dry.
He abruptly turned his head and grabbed Brad’s chin to give him a hard kiss, one that distracted Brad enough from his groping that Doc was able to slip out of his seat from under him.
He crossed to where Nate stood still watching where Ray knelt at Nate’s feet; he was just holding the weight of Nate’s cock in his mouth, as far down as he could take it without actually taking it past his gag reflex and down his throat.
Brad splayed his legs out, undoing his jeans to push his hand in and stroke himself lazily, slowly, as he watched.
He was reminded, suddenly and vividly, of the first time the idea of sharing Ray had cropped up between them; how willing and accepting and agreeable Ray had been while Brad had fucked him and fucked him and spilled filth into his skin about how much of a whore Ray was for Brad.
He loved Ray so fucking much it made him want to sink his teeth into him and never let go.
He stayed where he was on the couch.
Doc came around behind Nate and hooked his chin over Nate’s shoulder, his hands settling around Nate’s hips. He rubbed his nose against the bone of Nate’s jaw below his ear, kissed his neck.
Nate tipped his head back a little against the side of Doc’s head. “Hi. Fuck.”
“Having fun?”
Ray looked up at them both and nodded, mouth full, wetness at the point of the corner of his lips.
Doc gave Ray a look. “I was talking to Nate.” he pointed out, and Nate made a little squeaking noise when Ray appeared to try and smile around Nate’s cock.
Doc reached down and thumbed that wetness away from Ray’s mouth, then rubbed his thumb against Ray’s cheek. Ray turned his head a little and Nate’s weight suddenly fell back into Doc when he felt Doc rubbing against his cock through Ray’s mouth.
“Holy fuck!”
Ray frowned, almost a scowl, pulling back away from Doc’s hand and off Nate’s cock, leaving it and his mouth wet and red and messy. “Where was that for me?” he asked, indignant.
Nate stroked his fingers through Ray’s hair apologetically, but Doc answered before he could. “Maybe you’re just not that good at this.”
Ray looked like he was going to protest, but Brad spoke up from the couch. “Now, there are a lot of things you could say about Ray.” he got up without bothering to tuck himself back in and sauntered over, standing at Nate’s other side with his elbow on Nate’s shoulder. “And his mouth.”
Brad reached a hand down to Ray, who nipped at the tip of his middle finger, then took both it and Brad’s index finger in.
“It’s a snaggle-toothed hole where the English language goes to die. It’s a trash can for things not considered edible by normal man. I’ve never seen it closed. Ow!”
Ray had bitten him. Brad withdrew his hand and flicked at Ray’s nose.
“But he could put any whore in California out of business when it comes to giving head. Someone thought it was a good idea to add dive training to his list of skills and now he’s weapons-grade.”
Brad stroked over Ray’s head, suddenly fond and achingly tender; he couldn’t even hide the love in his touch. It was almost too intimate for their situation.
“Fuck the pussy infrastructure of Iraq, we should have just tied Ray down on his knees and left him there. Saddam’s whole army would have deserted for just a chance to stand in line.”
Doc made a doubtful sound. “I don’t know, Brad. I think he’d have been more useful as a deterrent; we could have just strapped a megaphone to his mouth and let him sing.”
Ray frowned up at Doc for that one, but Brad was grinning, easy and rakish. “Well, you’ve heard him sing-” Brad pointed out, his hand firm on the back of Ray’s head, holding him still. “-so, maybe…”
“I could do a little recon on the situation.” Tim agreed, with a smile toothy enough to match Brad’s, undoing his jeans.
“I can’t believe I thought Ray was the problem this whole time.” Nate cut in, pointing a finger at Brad. “But it’s you. It’s always been you and it’s so obvious now. And-” he added, turning his finger on Doc. “-I thought better of you.”
“Someone put a cock in my mouth.” Ray interrupted in a whine, pawing inelegantly at Doc’s leg. “None of you fuckers can ever say I talk too much again.”
“It’s not always the amount, it’s quite often the content.” Brad told him, shaking him a little.
“And the volume.” Doc agreed, drawing his waistband down a little to mid-thigh. “Come on, give me it. You don’t want to let Brad down.”
Ray leaned in and Doc replaced Brad’s hand on the back of Ray’s head with his own, pushing gently but firmly and guiding his cock into Ray’s mouth.
“Shit.” He groaned, letting Ray take him in a mouthful before holding Ray still and fucking into his mouth in shallow, metered thrusts.
“Yeah?” Brad asked, watching, reaching around Nate’s hip to keep stroking Nate’s spit-wet cock, slowly enough that it was just a tease. Nate tried reaching for Brad’s cock in return, but his hand was batted away – no touching him then.
“Don’t know if it could stop an army.” Doc said, doubtful if not for the dry creak in the strands of his words.
“Let him take some initiative.” Brad advised, and Doc’s hands went from pressing to just resting in the already sweat-damp heat of Ray’s hair.
Ray asked permission to use his hand with a quick flick of his gaze up Doc’s way, agreement given by a short nod; he reached up and rubbed his thumb against the base of Doc’s dick, just above his balls.
Doc’s cock wasn’t much bigger than Nate’s, had some girth but no length on Brad’s, but it was curved just a little, up and slightly to the right, enough to be interesting; it wasn’t anything Ray didn’t think he could handle.
He pulled his head back so that he could work his tongue delicately against the slit, then licked down Doc’s cock in a broad stroke like it was something melting and Brad was shouting at him about keeping the inside of his car clean.
He turned his head sideways a little and sucked wet almost-hickeys in irregular places up the length of Doc’s shaft in a way that had Doc shifting his weight, fingers curling in against Ray’s hair.
“Shit. I feel like an MRE milkshake.” Doc joked.
“Some things cross over.” Brad said, faux blasé.
Ray hummed in what must have been amusement, might have been impatience, but intent hardly mattered to Doc when the feel of it made him buck his hips a little.
Doc’s urgency seemed to strip Ray of his patience. He took in a comfortable mouthful of Doc’s dick and nursed on it for a moment, sighing through his nose and shifting his tongue under the length in his mouth in little movements like he was still working out the novel shape of it.
“Fuck yeah, that feels good.” Doc groaned, that honey-sharp voice in that lowered register basically a purr, gun-cold eyes closed as his head tipped back to fall into the feeling.
“Don’t pull off, Ray.” Brad warned at that, pre-empting Ray’s withdrawal and the crowing ‘I told you so!’ that would follow it.
“Better fucking not.” Doc doubled down in that voice that managed to be threatening in it’s deadpan.
Ray managed to look like he was scowling even with a mouthful of dick. He took a breath and then pushed himself down on Doc’s cock until his mouth met his fingers, still curled around the base. He moved his hand and let Doc’s cock in, pushing up and past his gag reflex so gently that he managed not to choke, swallowing.
He glared up at Doc the entire time.
It was unreasonably hot.
Nate watched with a little curl of jealousy and no small amount of frustration because Brad had decided to stop touching him. “Come on, Brad.” he complained.
“Hmm.” Brad considered mercy.
He watched a moment longer until Ray’s eyes were tearing, twitching just a little as he fought his body’s struggle for air where Ray still had his nose pressed against Doc’s body, and then reached to tug at Ray’s hair. “Off.”
Ray pulled back and gasped for breath, moving his hand back down to just rest on his own thigh; he was the only one of them with his pants still done up.
“Fuck you, Colbert.” Doc said, unhappy but not sincere in his cursing.
“Let me have him back.” Nate half-said, half-asked Brad, reaching out already and turning Ray’s chin towards him, rubbing his thumb against Ray’s friction-hot bottom lip.
“You’ll remember that I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten his dick wet in that hole yet.” Brad pointed out, dry.
“Yes, except for every other day of the week.” Nate darted back.
Brad leaned down to Ray, a feat with his long towering body, and kissed him, licking the faint taste of Doc out of his mouth.
And then reached down further to slap Ray on the ass.
“You can take these off.” he allowed, and Ray scrambled to do so, less out of an instinct to obey and more because having a hard on in jeans while you were going commando gave a new definition to the word ‘uncomfortable’.
“Leave the top on.” Brad added. It was one of Brad’s, and for once not because Ray had dressed out of Brad’s side of the closet, but because Brad couldn’t stop himself making some kind of obvious claim on Ray’s body.
“Why don’t you just tattoo my ass, Brad?” Ray sniped, fully aware of Brad’s possessive streak and not annoyed by it as much as he was pretending to be.
“Don’t give him ideas, Person.” Doc counselled, and Ray threw a grin his way.
Ray in nothing but Brad’s tshirt on his knees in front of them, while Brad, Doc and Nate were still basically fully clothed, if a little undone, was working for Nate in a big way.
“Fuck, come on, I’m fucking-” Nate groaned, low and uncharacteristically impatient. “Brad.”
“Go on, Ray.”
Permission granted, Nate stepped up as Ray turned to meet him.
Ray reached out, but not to Nate’s cock. He caught Nate’s wrist and brought Nate’s fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of the flavour of precome that covered them. Nate rubbed a little at the warm softness of Ray’s tongue, and then hooked his thumb behind Ray’s bottom teeth.
He held Ray still that way and worked the head of his cock into Ray’s mouth, retrieving his thumb and then just pushing his cock in a little further, letting Ray suck on it.
“Good boy. Fuck Ray, such a sweet mouth.” he praised. He cupped the sides of Ray’s face and stroked Ray’s cheekbones with his thumbs, held him still and rocked into his mouth just a little.
Ray closed his eyes and hummed a moan around Nate’s dick, happy just kneeling there and letting his mouth be used.
He could maybe slip into subspace like this, had done sometimes during long afternoons when he was home at the same time as Brad, and they had nothing better to do than let Ray keep Brad’s cock warm in his mouth until his knees went numb and his body went numb and his brain filled with purring contentment.
Silence, for once, that Ray didn’t feel he had to chase away.
He was maybe too overstimulated under three pairs of eyes and the eager, impatient air around them to be able to really disconnect right now though.
Doc stepped up hip to hip beside Nate after a moment, and reached out to Ray’s dark hair, putting gentle pressure on the side of his head to bring his mouth over. “Share.” he told Nate, taking a turn in Ray’s glossy, wet mouth.
“I think he can take both of you at the same time.” Brad commented, still the only one of them who hadn’t had his cock in Ray’s mouth. It seemed generous of him, but then he wasn’t exactly suffering, watching his boyfriend service their friends.
And Ray was doing so well, just as Brad knew he would. It was almost better than just showing Ray off on himself.
“Put your hands behind your back, Ray.” Doc told him, and Brad was pleased at the way Ray did so, clasping one wrist with the other hand. “Good, thank you.”
Brad came up close behind Ray, petted his hair back away from his forehead from behind and then pressed there to encourage Ray to lean back a little, resting his weight against Brad’s long legs but still knelt upright.
“Come on.” he said, but it wasn’t clear if it was to Ray or to Nate and Doc. Brad pushed his thumb against the divot of Ray’s chin and pulled his jaw down, his mouth open. He curled his other index finger in Ray’s cheek and pulled it wide, fish-hooked.
Doc swore softly, pushed in before he was told just to work the head of his cock around the hole of Ray’s mouth.
Nate stepped closer and he and Doc worked in unison to press the heads of their dicks together, Nate biting his lip, Doc swearing again.
“Fuck, can’t believe this is happening. That mouth was fucking made for this.” Doc said, pushing the head of his cock along with Nate’s into Ray’s mouth.
Ray gulped, drooling around them both, curling his tongue between the pair and then over the slits one at a time. His spit ran down Brad’s index finger, down his own chin, the clutch of his throat against itself because Doc and Nate couldn’t get deep enough together like this.
It was obscene, Ray’s mouth stretched out over two dicks helplessly, everything soaked and leaking.
“Relax, just take it baby.” Brad murmured to Ray, petting his hair and keeping him still. “So good Ray, you’re doing so good, being so nice to our friends.”
Bumping his cock up against Doc’s was as good for Nate as being in Ray’s mouth was. “Can I come in there?” he asked, addressing Brad.
“Shit, yeah. Doc, don’t pull out.” Brad agreed.
Doc held still while Nate thrust in a little, rubbing up against Doc’s cock and the inside of Ray’s mouth, hissing a little when he caught tooth and then reaching out to grab Brad’s arm, coming mostly in Ray’s mouth but also a lot down his chin.
“Don’t swallow, Ray, don’t swallow it.” Brad warned.
He didn’t.
Nate caught his breath as he withdrew, and Doc took the opportunity to rub his cockhead against the come that had escaped Ray’s mouth before pushing back inside it.
Ray was good at working with his mouth full; he mouthed both at Doc’s cock and Brad’s finger, which seemed to be trying to stroke inside Ray’s mouth and glance off Doc’s dick at the same time.
Doc fucking Nate’s come back into Ray’s mouth on his own dick, Brad’s finger in there and Ray’s dark, dark eyes watching Doc almost solemnly had Doc’s orgasm mug him. He came hard, right into Ray’s mouth, against Brad’s finger.
“Shit.” he stumbled back into Nate.
“Swallow it baby.” Brad finally allowed, and Ray did as he was told, sucking around Brad’s finger as he did, sucking it clean when Brad pulled it from that suction with a wet report.
Ray was breathless and still a sticky mess, slumped back against Brad’s shins with his hands still clasped together behind his back; he leaned his head back against Brad’s thigh, closed his eyes and caught his breath while Brad petted his hair a little for a moment.
Just a moment though, before Brad let go, prompting Ray to stay kneeling up under his own volition with briefly supportive hands on his shoulders, then stepping away to come around and stand before Ray instead.
“Brad.” Ray croaked out, his voice crushed between the dryness of his throat and the ache in his temporomandibular joints.
“My go.” Brad told him, and as much as Brad sounded gruff and impatient, it still soothed Ray.
“Can I fuck your face, sweetheart?” Brad asked without asking, because it wasn’t a question, because everything Brad might ask of Ray right then was a yes, yes, yes. “You were good for Tim and Nate, you gonna be good for me? Gonna let me?”
He curled his hands around Ray’s head and Ray looked almost vulnerable in that hold, Brad’s large hand span curving the majority of his skull. Almost vulnerable, but for the way Brad’s hands were reverent and loving.
“Yeah, you’re gonna let me. I can see how bad you want it. Can’t get enough cock in your mouth, can you.” Ray whined and Brad’s grin was sweet and affectionate. “You can hold on to me.” he allowed and Ray did.
It took him a moment to bring his arms back round to his front, as though he had to reconnect them to his brain, and then he was reaching out and rested his hands on Brad’s thighs, curling into the denim.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet, Ray.” Brad basically growled down to him. His fingertips petted Ray’s hair, his thumbs stroking Ray’s forehead, then stretching down – those ridiculously long thumbs – and rubbing at the corners of Ray’s mouth, up his cheekbones. “You’d let me do anything.”
“Yeah.” Ray grated out again in that grit-and-twigs voice.
“Yeah.” Brad said back. He took hold of the base of his cock with one hand, smacking it against the side of Ray’s cheek a time or two, rubbing the precome-sticky head against Ray’s mouth and ‘nuh-uh’ing Ray when he tried to open up and taste Brad.
“You’ve got some iron-fucking restraint, Colbert.” Doc commented, sounding strained even though he’d just come in that very same mouth.
“Should incorporate this into BRC.” Nate added, that small, sharp smile of his showing. “Patience training. We’d make the best snipers.”
“Fuck that.” Brad said, deadpan, and then pushed his way into Ray’s mouth.
He primed Ray’s mouth with a half stroke in, then one slow thrust down, feeling the little clutch of Ray’s throat around the end of his dick when he slid down past that gag reflex, but then it was on.
Brad fucked Ray’s mouth like he was using a sex toy, held Ray’s head still and just pounded his cock down Ray’s throat. The sound was obscene, wet guttural choking and the rapid smack of skin on skin.
Ray convulsed at a couple of particularly deep thrusts, gagging, his fingers tightening against Brad’s legs.
“Take it, fuck, take it, take it.” Brad almost snarled, breathless, his eyes hard and bright on Ray’s face, Ray who had closed his eyes at Brad’s ferocity. “Fucking… look at me.” Brad snapped, and Ray did as he was told, the movement tipping a tear to race down the side of his cheek followed by another out of step down the other side.
“Filthy fucking whore.” Brad groaned, his eyes locked with Ray’s and betraying every harsh word he said with an adoration, an awe there that he couldn’t hide.
“Shit.” Nate swore, and then Doc, “Brad. Come on his face. Come all over his face, come on.”
“Fucking-” Whatever the end of that profane sentence had been about to be was lost as Brad yanked his hips back, pulled his dick out of Ray’s mouth. He let himself come unrestrained over Ray’s coughing, leaking mouth, hitting above his eyebrow, over his nose, his chin and down Ray’s still-fighting throat as he grasped for air.
“Fuck, Ray, fuck baby, your fucking mouth sweetheart, fuck.” Brad panted, sounding like he’d been ruined and not the other way around.
Ray coughed, shaking a little, but robbed of the chance to say anything by Doc’s hand turning Ray’s chin in his direction. He bent towards Ray’s face and licked up the lowest line of come on Ray’s throat, then tipped it from his mouth right into Ray’s, licking against Ray’s teeth in what wasn’t a kiss.
Doc cleaned the worst of the come off Ray’s face like this, using his mouth to feed it into Ray’s, still leaving Ray a mess once he decided he was done. He cleaned off his own mouth with a swipe of the back of his hand.
“Who knew you could be so good.” Doc stated more than asked, his voice soft as he thumbed the exertion-caused tear tracks on Ray’s face dry. “So nice for us, so good for Brad.”
The unexpected gentleness in his voice made Ray shiver a little, made him lean forward and push his forehead against Doc’s thigh. Doc combed the tips of his fingers over Ray’s scalp, through his hair, and then situated his leg between Ray’s spread knees.
“Is he allowed to get off?” he asked, deferring to Brad like Brad was Ray’s owner, like Ray had no choice in the matter.
Which, really, was true.
“Do you think he deserves to?” Brad queried back, mean.
“I’d like to see him come.” Nate commented, although he sounded like he wouldn’t be heartbroken if they decided to just leave Ray hard and frustrated the way he was.
“Fuck, me too.” Doc muttered, and that sounded genuine, more of a lifeline than Nate’s nonchalant preference.
“Please.” Ray begged into the fabric of Doc’s jeans, the word coming out like mortar crumbling around brickwork, unintelligible. He cleared his throat and tried again, looking up at Doc this time. “Please.”
It still sounded like he was talking through dry leaves, but at least it sounded like a word now.
Doc shifted his foot, using one broad palm on the back of Ray’s head to pull him in close. “Ride it.” he said, blunt, pressing the ridge of his shin up against the desperate hardness of Ray’s cock. “How badly do you want to come, Ray? Do you want it enough that you’ll just hump up against my leg to get there? Are you enough of a dirty little bitch to-”
Ray whined, clutched at Doc’s hip, around his thigh, and did as he’d been told, grinding in against Doc’s jean-clad leg to get off. It was hard and uncomfortable on his bare skin and fucking embarrassing and he loved it.
“Fuck.” Doc breathed, the grin in his voice audible even though Ray wasn’t looking at him. Was, in fact, very pointedly not looking at anyone.
“Yeah, there you go, knew you’d do it, we all knew you’d do it. Fuck, Brad, he’s fucking shameless. He’d do anything if it meant getting off.” he was talking to Ray as much as to the room, his hands smoothing Ray’s hair back as he spoke, as Ray panted and pushed up against him. “Fuck, this weekend’s gonna be fun.”
Some helpless little noise tried and failed to escape Ray’s mouth and he came against Doc’s jeans, hot and wet and messy, just like his face, just like his scattered breathing against Doc when he lay his head down for a moment.
“Fuuuuck.” Ray groaned softly, sore from nearly-friction burns, his jaw aching in a way that would leave him sleeping open-mouthed and blissful later on.
“Clean up after yourself, Ray.” Brad admonished casually.
Ray looked up at him like he thought he was shooting Brad a glare, but it just came across as a soft, slightly unfocused blink before he turned back and sucked his come out of the denim of Doc’s jeans, leaving them damp with spit.
“Shit, that…” Nate said, not sure where he was going with that sentence and trailing off, watching.
“Don’t think that made much difference.” Doc commented, not sounding as unaffected as he was pretending to be.
Brad reached out and helped lift Ray to his feet, holding onto him from behind and casting a quick look down at Ray’s carpet-rubbed knees. “Good boy Ray, so good, did everything we asked perfectly.” he praised quietly, rubbing his nose against Ray’s slightly damp hair and kissing the side of his head.
Doc retreated into the kitchen and Nate stepped close to put a hand against Ray’s face, tipped his face up for a chaste kiss on closed lips.
“How are you feeling?” Brad was asking. “How’s your knees? Throat okay?”
Nate let Ray speak and Ray was nodding almost groggily, murmuring back that he was good, he felt good, his knees were warm but didn’t hurt. “Throat aches. Feels good.” he assured, and Brad huffed a chuckle, kissed Ray’s cheek.
“I’m going to make sure you feel good for the rest of the weekend too, Ray.” Nate promised, some protective CO part of him raising its head.
Ray gave him a smile, a tired version of his usual beam, and then Doc was coming back with a damp tea towel.
“Come here.” he said, low and softer than he ever was, wiping Ray’s face clean with a big hand behind that wet fabric.
Doc wiped down Ray’s chin and neck a little, then cleaned himself off, passing the towel on to Nate and wandering off to finish the soda he’d put down earlier.
Brad, always keen to keep everyone hydrated when they played, had snagged Ray’s soda and taken a swig, had handed it over to Ray after Doc had wiped Ray’s face clean for him.
“Need a drink, Nate?”
Nate held up a hand, shook his head. “No, thanks.” and then “Is everyone feeling okay?”, still unable to shake off the urge to look after his men.
“I feel fucking great.” Ray said, some of his enthusiasm coming back with the brief break. Or the caffeine hit from the coke.
“I am. I’d be better if I was kissing that loud-mouth though.” Doc answered, stepping into Ray’s space and cradling up the sharp bones of Ray’s jawline, kissing Ray like a starving Marine back from deployment at his first home cooked meal.
Ray held onto Doc’s wrist and just let it happen.
“If we could somehow work a ride on my bike into this scenario it would be the best day of my life.” Brad said, his flat delivery making Nate choke on a laugh. “Are you okay?”
“Really good.” Nate confirmed, Brad unable to resist stepping in to kiss Nate and all his steady, happy confidence, getting him all to himself while Doc and Ray were otherwise occupied.
They’d inadvertently paired off like this, Nate and Brad kissing like they could keep going for days, Nate’s hands on Brad’s chest, Brad’s on Nate’s elbows.
Then Doc, walking Ray back with him until the edge of the sofa hit the back of his knees and he sat, tugging Ray into his lap on top of him. Ray laughed, surprised at Doc’s playfulness, a little preoccupied little snippet of his usual cackle.
It turned into a frankly pitiful little whine when Doc grabbed at Ray’s bare ass and dug his fingers in to spread him, teasing the rim of Ray’s hole with a fingertip. Ray knelt up, leaning down to keep his mouth against Doc’s, enjoying the friction burn of Doc’s facial hair against his mouth.
“I think that’s fair.” Nate said from behind them, the end to a conversation he’d missed.
Ray tried to look at them over his shoulder, but Doc tugged at his hole in a tease and he dropped his forehead down against Doc’s collarbone with a groan instead.
“Yeah.” Brad continued where Nate had left off. “Tim’s the only guy here who hasn’t had his dick in Ray’s ass. That should be rectified.”
“Got lube?” Doc asked, taking his hands back to smack both against Ray’s ass in a satisfying spank, making him yelp.
“Ray, be a good host.” Brad chided.
Ray groaned, much more reproachful than his previous one, and reluctantly clambered off Doc’s lap, moving to rummage around in the drawer of the side table beside the couch arm where they kept… “The LRL!” he cheered.
“...living room lubrication?” Nate guessed a moment later, earning a bright grin from Ray, who was always happy when he managed to get Nate to play on his level.
“Points for the LT!”
“I guess that means it’s your turn next.” Brad said, feigning glum. “Ray, take your tshirt off.”
Ray stripped himself from Brad’s tshirt with one arm, whipping his arm back and scrabbling around until he was able to ruck the material up and then just pull it up and over his head from behind.
“Where do you want me?” he asked Doc, capped tube in one hand, nothing else on him but the anticipatory grin on his face.
“I have an idea.” Brad announced.
He moved them all over to the little area between the kitchen and living room that had become a pseudo-dining area where they could eat if they were feeling too fancy for the breakfast bar or little kitchen table.
It was a versatile space, and the table found itself holding anything from random pieces of electronics mid-repair, to books, to their laptops whenever one of them was doing research or – usually in Ray’s case – on a job search.
It was currently only laden with the newspaper, which was easily swept away to leave the table top bare.
“Now Ray won’t have to clean everyone’s spunk off the couch cushions.” Brad said, dry, reaching one of those long arms out and grabbing a mid-complaint Ray up by the back of his neck.
He squeezed once, companionable and enough to coax Ray closer to that warm, soft head space that flirted with subspace, then pulled Ray in further with that one hand for a kiss; he took Ray’s mouth with more confident conquest than they’d shown driving into Iraq from Kuwait.
He snaked the lube bottle out of Ray’s distracted-compliant grip with his free hand, handing it back to Doc who had come up behind them. “Get him open for you.”
Brad bent to smooth his hand down past the hard muscle and bone of Ray’s side, down his thigh with only a quick squeeze, down to catch at Ray’s knee and pull it up towards him.
He held Ray like that, leg hiked, kissed him as Doc pressed his chest close to Ray’s back so he was bookmarked between them. Doc kissed at the line before the swell of Ray’s bare shoulder quietly while he flicked the lid of the lube open, squeezed some out, reached down to skim it over Ray’s exposed hole.
Doc pushed his index finger in and Brad could feel it in the flex of Ray’s fingers against Brad’s arms, the twitch of his thigh and the way his breath caught in his throat, how it skipped a beat against Brad’s mouth where they kissed.
Nate came up to them, folding into their sides, kissing Doc’s cheek with a quiet, “Let me?”
Brad broke his kiss with Ray with a lingering bite to Ray’s lower lip, looking over to see Nate, nude and glorious. Doc turned his head to kiss Nate properly, handing the bottle of lube over with the smooth easiness of two cogs who had always been in the same machine.
Nate slicked up his own fingers and then felt around behind Ray, pushing one of his in alongside Doc’s and making everyone react; a breath, a curse, a whimper.
“Fucking… tight little ass.” Doc growled, pressing his teeth against Ray’s skin, making Ray whine and arch a little against Brad at the ghost threat of a bite that wasn’t delivered.
“Tim, you’ve got no idea.” Nate commented, lower than Brad had ever heard him, promising and anticipatory.
“He will.” Brad pointed out. He massaged Ray’s neck under his hand hard, made him go malleable and pliant; sweet like so few people thought Ray, who often made a show of being crude and abrasive, could be.
Ray’s head tipped forward against Brad’s collarbone and Brad made a big cat sound when Ray started working a hickey there.
Brad was still holding one of Ray’s legs up and out of the way, so he regretfully had to move his hand from Ray’s neck to free one up to touch. He felt at whatever part of Doc was in hand’s reach from behind Ray, found the slightly twisting sinew of Doc’s working arm, and followed the line of it down to get in the way of Doc and Nate’s fingers still coaxing Ray’s body open.
Nate, intuitive like the good Lieutenant he’d been and currently in possession of the LRL, squeezed some out onto Brad’s fingers without being asked. Brad curled a grateful, hungry grin over Ray’s shoulder his way in thanks, and brushed his finger against Nate’s as he pushed up between his and Doc’s and into Ray with them.
Ray went up on his toes a little at the sudden extra pressure, and at the weird alien feeling of three fingers in him, none of them coordinated with each other.
Doc bit the curve of his shoulder to get him to stop and Brad soothed him with a soft, coaxing, hush. “Shh, come on baby, just take it for us. Be good and just take it.”
Ray whimpered and it made Doc swear.
“You okay, Ray? Is it good?” Nate asked, soft and leaning in to press his mouth in a kiss to the livid mark Doc’s teeth had left on Ray’s shoulder.
Ray tipped his head back and to the side a little, enough to try and look back at Nate, and Nate couldn’t allow Ray to answer before he was leaning in to kiss Ray’s mouth with the same sweetness he’d used on Ray’s shoulder.
“Yeah, ‘m good, ‘s good.” Ray murmured when Nate let him go.
“Good boy.”
That was Doc picking that up, and grinning with a hard edge when it provoked another weak little noise.
He looked down in the next moment when he felt movement and watched as Brad eased a second of his fingers into Ray, still stretched out by Doc and Nate.
“You ready?” Brad asked Ray, his tone demanding an answer that Ray gave with a slightly desperate and slow-pulled ‘yeah’.
Brad withdrew his hand, the other two following suit, before he turned Ray away from the warmth of their bodies around him, and towards the table with a smack on Ray’s ass.
“You’re a fucking dick.” Ray bitched at him, tossing him a black look.
“Shut your mouth and get on the table.” Brad laughed back at him.
Leaning over the little not-dining room table was easier for Ray than the time Nate had bent him over his kitchen table. This one was slightly lower than that had been, something that Brad bitched about sometimes because he kept hitting his knee on the underside of the table when he wasn’t careful.
Ray, unimpressed, always said that a table that actually fit Brad’s mutant proportions would have to come with booster seats if they had friends round. The argument would usually devolve into wrestling as Brad inevitably offended Ray by suggesting that he needed a booster seat regardless.
This is how love works.
Doc didn’t leave a lot of time between Ray leaning down over the table and his coming over. He let his jeans drop to fall around his thighs, clinging precariously and threatening to ring around his ankles. Left his henley on.
He was preoccupied with leaning his weight over Ray’s back and pressing him, bare chest to wood, against the table top. Ray pillowed his head on his crossed arms, and Doc sucked kisses at the knot of the top of his spine, on the lower swoop of his shoulder bone, his back just to the side of his spine.
He moved slow and indulgent, and Ray shivered from more than just being nude and laid out.
“Come here.” Brad directed, lifting Ray’s leg and resting his knee on the table, effectively spread open with one foot still on the floor. Something reminiscent – again – of Nate’s kitchen table, only it was much easier to brace himself with the lowered level he was resting against.
“Look at you spread open, wide and easy for Tim.” Brad murmured, kneading at the tough line of Ray’s thigh.
Doc slid his hands up the gutter-and-rise flutter that was Ray’s ribcage, up to the swell of his shoulder and back again, soothing and warming. Doc’s other hand curved the rise of Ray’s ass, how it was turned fuller from the way Ray’s leg was hiked, and then down to lip his thumb at the already stretched rim of Ray’s hole.
Ray groaned, pushing his forehead to the tabletop, an impatient, agitated noise.
Nate was there to curl cool, steady fingers under Ray’s chin and tilt his face up, bowing down to him for a sweet kiss. “Ray, sweetheart. Ask for Tim’s cock.” he coaxed sweetly, petting Ray’s hair back, those eyes and his smile soft and ethereal and carnivorous. Demolishing. “Ask him for it. Ask him.”
“Show Tim how nice and polite you can be when you want a cock up your ass, Ray.” Brad echoed, his reach enough that he could rub a thumb in a mean tease over Ray’s nipple.
“Please, god… fuck, Tim, please…” Ray managed, his eyes desperate and pleading-wide on Nate, who still held Ray’s face up in one hand.
“Please what?” Doc asked, playing along.
“Put your cock in me, please, please Tim, please put it in me, please, come on-” Ray begged, closing his eyes when he heard Doc swear softly and finally felt the insistent push at his hole.
“Good boy, Ray.” Brad commented, almost nonchalantly, settling back and into a chair at the side of the table to watch the show the other three were putting on. He propped one heel up on one of the other chairs and stroked his cock with slow, lazy pulls and no intention of coming anytime soon.
Ray turned for the chance to see him, only caught a glimpse of Brad’s teeth in a grin, the movement of his arm, before Nate was turning his head back to face him again.
“Let me see, let me watch.” Nate scolded gently, his eyes first keen and observant on Ray’s expression and then flicking briefly to where Doc was slowly shifting deeper into Ray. He got in deep enough for Ray to feel that distinctive curve for the first time, making Ray’s breath catch.
“Oh fuck Tim, fuck… fuck…” Ray panted on a high whine.
Whatever Ray’s face did when that happened, Nate seemed to like it.
He made a sound that Ray wouldn’t have called a purr if only because it was coming from a human, and then leaned in and licked at Ray’s mouth, not so much a kiss as just tonguing Ray’s hard palate briefly.
Nate kept his mouth careful on Ray’s as Doc seated himself deep in Ray’s body. He didn’t want to get bitten by mistake, but there was also something riveting in the way Ray’s face was both slack and taut, how he could almost see the path of Doc’s cock pushing in as reflected in the way Ray’s eyebrows quirked, how he’d bite briefly at his lip and then seem unable to keep his mouth closed.
“Beautiful, Ray, just like that, beautiful.” he praised softly, making Ray whine. “Does it feel good?”
“Fuck… fucking…” Ray gritted out, and Doc paused to let him get a sentence out, waiting to hear him. “…love it, so good, fucking love it.”
“Yeah, knew you would.” Doc said, smug and fond and resuming his tediously slow shove in.
Brad made an approving sound, still content to watch. Ray heard him and turned his head to see, and Nate allowed it for a moment before he scooped Ray’s face back up into another kiss.
“Hey, here.” he rubbed his thumb against Ray’s bottom lip and then hooked it into Ray’s mouth, tugging at the bottom row of his teeth before letting Ray suck at it. “Yes.” he said, working his pants off with his free hand and kicking them out of the way.
Ray reached out to try and take Nate in his hand, but it left him unbalanced and he had to re-brace himself, pouting more than frowning.
“Nate, just- fuck, Tim…” Ray whimpered, torn out of bitching by the way Doc’s hands came to hold his waist just before he pulled back a little, then bucked forward.
“Okay?” Doc asked, before Brad had a chance to.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, it’s good, god, fuck!” Ray assured breathlessly, gasping when Doc fucked into him again.
His position spread out over the table, chest and stomach and hardness uncomfortably forced down onto the wood, made every breath sound out loud and slightly stifled. He had nowhere to turn and hide into, just let Doc fuck every next naked, panting breath out of him.
Nate let him lay his head down with a pet to his hair, and Ray could look over with his cheek pressed to the surface below him and watch Brad watching him back.
Brad could have been looking at the raw muscle and confident power that was Doc ploughing into him, or the way Nate stripped his shirt off and over his head like he was the showstopper piece of an art exhibit, but no.
Brad was watching Ray.
He’d seen Ray getting fucked before; had taken him over this very table, and on the sofa, in their bed, on every flat surface and flat-enough surface in the house and elsewhere. He saw Ray every day, but he was still looking at him now like he was seeing something new.
“Brad.” Ray whimpered, saying his name just to connect them, and Brad twitched like he wanted to get up and lean over and kiss him.
But then he’d have to work to stifle the possessive urge turning over inside him to fight Tim and Nate off Ray, take him upstairs and savour him selfishly by himself. He stayed where he was in the chair and Ray let those blue eyes and their direct gaze pierce into him instead.
“Ray, come here, come here.” Nate urged, turning Ray’s head back in his direction and lifting it with a hand cupped carefully under Ray’s jaw, supportive.
He’d planted one foot flat on the table top so that he had easy leverage, so that his cock was in easy reach of Ray’s empty, gasping mouth, and he guided Ray onto it with the gentle, careful determination he’d shown in Iraq. Always concerned about his men, but focused on reaching his objective.
“God, the mouth on you, Ray.” he sighed, even though Ray was just about able to get at the head of Nate’s cock, maybe an inch or two of that length whenever Doc’s push into him from behind urged him forward. “Could stay here all fucking day.”
“We’ve got tomorrow to test that out.” Brad commented drily, and a crackling little thing ran from Nate through Ray to Doc at the reminder, at the promise.
“Fuck.” Doc growled, adjusting his grip on Ray’s sweat-dewed skin. He’d been holding back a little while Ray got used to the shape of him, the size of him, and then Nate’s cock in his mouth as well, but Rays body was willing and taking and taking and Doc wanted to give it to him the way he’d thought about since Nate first brought the idea up.
“Fuck, Person, can I-” he stopped, buried to the base in Ray’s body. He smoothed his hands flat up Ray’s sides again, curved the summit of Ray’s shoulders and then down to where Ray’s elbows held him propped like a picture frame, further to grasp hold of Ray’s upper wrist.
Ray managed a questioning, semi-confused noise around Nate’s dick in his mouth.
“Nate, a second.”
Nate obligingly pulled out, stroked Ray’s hair with the hand that wasn’t still pressed supportively against Ray’s throat.
Doc carefully drew Ray’s arms back, one then the other, leaving him supported on the table by his stomach and chest, his head held up only by Nate’s hand at his neck.
“Yeah, yeah, shit yeah.” Doc said softly, using his hold on Ray’s wrists to pull him back by his arms into Doc’s thrusts, fucking into him hard, thorough and even.
Seeing Ray like that, his arms held back and pulled straight behind him by Doc, was both hot and concerning to Brad; was that too much pressure on his shoulders?
“He’s okay, won’t pull anything. I know what I’m doing with little sluts like this.” Doc said, for all their benefits, reassuring and dirty in a way that made Ray moan.
Doc wasn’t pulling on him enough to even curve his back, just able to hold control and keep it, leaving Ray feeling helpless and used.
“Nate, give me… I want… oh fuck…” he panted, his eyes wild and a little foggy when he looked up at the man before him, jostled by the force of the man behind.
“Ask.” Nate prompted.
“Need your cock down my throat.” Ray managed in a rush that tried to be demanding but just came out pitiful and pining.
“Even though Tim’s already fucking you? Aren’t you getting enough dick already?”
Ray made a noise that was humiliated and frustrated and pained. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Nate. Please. Let me suck your cock. Please. Let me.”
Ray was desperate; Nate chuckled at him. “Greedy little cockslut.” he murmured, finally letting Ray take him in as far as he could, as smoothly as he could while Doc was still fucking him.
They had him pinioned between them, gasping and open and sweating. Doc pulled him back by the wrists to meet the forward punch of his hips every time he thrust into him, and then he was let go to sheathe his mouth on Nate’s dick.
“Fuck Ray, gorgeous baby.” Brad growled, his hand on his cock almost an afterthought compared to how hungry his eyes were on the tableau over the table. His boyfriend held taut and straining, the concentration and focus in Tim’s face, the slight smirk Nate still wore diluted, like he’d forgotten it was there.
“You’d let me turn you into a whore, sweetheart, wouldn’t you. Look at you, just let anyone do whatever the fuck they want to you if it means a cock up your ass. So happy getting spitroasted right now, you’d let anyone fuck you.”
Whatever sound Ray was making was all scattered between getting the breath fucked out of him and being semi-gagged by Nate’s dick. It made Brad swear and come over his fist.
“Don’t come until they’re finished, Ray. Do that for me, baby, come on.”
Ray’s hand curled into a helpless fist where Doc was still holding onto his wrist.
Watching Brad come, and the skill-less sloppiness of Ray’s mouth, had Nate coming next, careful not to grip down on the vulnerable tunnel of Ray’s throat when he did, coming mostly against Ray’s inner cheek and over his lips.
“Ray.” he breathed, just his name, pulling back and getting himself sure-footed on the floor again before leaning in and kissing Ray, uncaring that he was getting the taste of himself in his mouth, riding out the movement that Doc push-pulled Ray into.
“Shit.” Doc gritted out. He carefully let go of Ray’s wrists, took a sweet moment to help him reorient them under him again, before he took hold of Ray’s hips and fucked into him so hard the table shook.
“Shit, shit, shit, tight little fucker, fuck Ray, this tight little ass-”
Ray wailed in staccato into Nate’s kiss. Nate broke the kiss when Doc came, slamming into Ray a final few times and narrowly avoiding getting a fat lip from an accidental collision.
“Fuck.” Doc panted, just holding still. His hands ran over the reddened lines on Ray’s hips where his grip had pressed marks into Ray’s skin. “Fuck, you okay?” he asked Ray, bending, curving down over Ray’s back and pressing a kiss to the first place he could reach.
“Wanna come.” Ray whined, pitiful and teary eyed and entirely unselfconscious about it.
“Pull out of him, Doc.” Brad ordered, getting up.
Doc did so gently, as careful with Ray’s body as he had been this whole time, despite how rough he’d gotten.
He neglected the chairs and took a seat on the floor while Brad flipped Ray bodily over onto his back, hiking his legs up by the ankles until Ray’s feet were flat on the table and his body was sprawled wide and open before Brad.
His face was red and wet from tears, his knees and stomach were rosy from friction and Doc’s come slipped out of him and down onto the table as Brad watched.
Brad kissed Ray’s knee, sweet, loving, almost chivalrous, and then sank his mouth down on Ray’s cock with no preamble, sucking Ray’s orgasm out of him immediately. Everything about Ray arched in towards that sudden, surprise suction and he came holding onto Brad’s head, fingers curled against his short hair almost hard enough to hurt.
He collapsed back like a demolished building, blinking slow and heavy at the ceiling as his chest hauled air.
Brad pulled back and tugged Ray up to him a little bit, his height giving him enough reach that he could lean over and kiss Ray.
Or drop his mouthful of Ray’s come right into Ray’s mouth, as the case was.
“Swallow it.” Brad growled against Ray’s lips, his thumb resting over Ray’s throat so he could feel it pulse when Ray did, kissing him for his obedience and his surrender and his constant willingness to do these things for Brad.
Nate appeared, having had the opportunity to put his pants back on, and the foresight to go find some actual towels; he flung one in Brad’s direction and handed the other off to Doc.
Brad wiped Ray’s face off but didn’t bother doing much more than that. “Hey, can you take him?” he asked Doc, who nodded.
Brad helped Ray off the table and handed him over to Doc, who gathered Ray into his lap. “Gonna get us some water.” Brad added, striding off naked into the kitchen.
Doc cupped the edge of Ray’s jaw and turned him forward for a kiss, slow and deep.
His other hand rubbed at Ray’s shoulder for a brief moment. “How’s this feeling?” he asked, close to Ray’s mouth so that he wouldn’t have to wait for long after Ray replied for them to be kissing again.
“Yeah, good.”
Ray’s response was a little delayed and he sounded vague. Doc pulled back from him a little to get a good look at his face, and Ray was pliant but tracking Doc. “Can you remember your safeword?” Doc asked, unsure if Ray was with them or in subspace or close to dropping.
“Delta.” Ray replied, not immediate but fast enough for someone who was just a little fuck-lazy. It reassured Doc anyway, and he smiled, bringing Ray in to kiss him again.
They made out under Nate’s appreciative eyes, heedless when Brad returned and handed a bottle of water to Nate.
“How’s he doing?” Brad asked Doc, holding a bottle out to him next.
Doc released Ray’s face long enough to take the bottle and put it down beside his knee, reaching back to hold him while they continued kissing.
“He’s with us.” Nate confirmed for Brad while Doc was busy. “Mostly.” he added, amused.
“As much as he ever is.” Doc confirmed, mumbled against Ray’s mouth.
“Shut up.” Ray retorted, far from the wittiest thing he’d ever said.
Brad sighed, fond, and took a drink from his water bottle, eyeing Nate. “You okay?”
“I’m great.” Nate grinned back at him, leaning forward when Brad did to meet him in a kiss of their own; no reason why Doc and Ray should be the only ones having fun.
They might have lost track of time as they kissed. Ray made a high sound of complaint, having buried his face in against Doc’s shoulder and fetching Brad’s quizzical attention his way.
“Come on, you know you want it, you know you can do it.” Doc was saying to him quietly, soothing him with a hand curled around the nape of Ray’s neck – he’d picked that up from observing Brad – and, oh, and carefully working two fingers into Ray’s tired body through the slick of the come he’d left there.
“Don’t pay attention to him, Doc.” Brad advised. “He’ll bitch and whine but he’s easy.”
“Fuck you.” Ray growled unhappily from his hiding place against Doc’s skin. He’d grabbed hold of Doc’s arm and his fingers flexed and curled against Doc’s biceps like a kneading cat.
“Is this the thanks I get?” Brad asked, rhetorically.
Nate leaned back towards Brad, interested in both continuing their kiss and heading the bickering off at the pass.
“Come on… is that it? Is it there, Ray?” Doc kept asking. His tone was smug as he’d found Ray’s prostate easily and was working two fingers against and around it.
Ray full-body-shuddered against him, mewled like a sad kitten, and Doc was merciless with his hand and the words he murmured against Ray’s ear.
“Fuck, you know how you feel in here? Soft and slick with my come up inside you, you feel that? You think you can come like this, just my fingers in you, hands-free? Can you come just for my fingers? Fuck, you’ve got no idea how good it felt to have my cock in here, you were so fucking good; I can’t wait to use you whenever I want, stick my dick in that little hole and fucking wreck you-”
Ray bit into Doc’s shoulder, his fingers curling hard against Doc’s arms, and came between them untouched, just as Doc yelped at the feeling of sharp little teeth nearly breaking skin.
“Shit; I thought Brad was the one who bit.” He complained, frowning down at Ray’s dark head of hair.
“Did he bite you?” Brad asked, sitting up with his hair mussed from the way Nate’s fingertips had been scruffing at it as they made out to the backdrop of Doc’s dirty mouth. “Ray!” he admonished.
Ray groaned against Doc’s shoulder, too heavy-limbed to even flip Brad the bird.
“He’s going to have so much to say about that later.” Nate laughed, very familiar with how toothy Brad was.
“Let me see it.” Doc muttered, hefting Ray so that he curled over to Doc’s other side, leaving the span of his own shoulder clear for inspection.
“Didn’t even draw blood.” Ray mumbled.
“I’m glad I’m up to date with my tetanus shots.”
Brad laughed. “Might need to get checked out for rabies.”
“You’re a giant bastard, Bradley.” Ray managed, finally sitting up a little from Doc’s chest and shivering in the sudden chill. Doc wordlessly re-gathered Ray’s naked form to him, amused. “I woulda got it from you in the first place, motherfucker.”
“Where do you find the energy?” Nate asked, sighing and handing Doc the towel he’d started groping around for.
“I’m in the prime of my life! I’m not as old as you guys are.” Ray responded, glib, even as Doc found a clean end of towel and cleaned him down properly. Nate gave him a narrow-eyed look, because Ray’s words were juxtaposed against the way he was all but lying on Doc to stay up.
“Having a mental age of four doesn’t count when it comes to physical attributes, Ray.” Brad said, dry. “I’ve heard the sounds your knees make when you stand up from a crouch. Your prime had the shelf-life of month-old bread.”
“That was the United States Marine Corps that did that to me, and you know it!”
“For fuck’s sake. Can you argue when you’re not lounging on me, like I don’t have anything better to do.” Doc complained, hefting Ray up and off him and getting to his feet.
Ray let himself sprawl out on his back on the floor, the redness of his skin beginning to fade, still a little silvery in places where the impromptu cleaning hadn’t completely done as intended.
“That’s foreplay.” Nate informed Doc.
“Good grief.”
“You’re disgusting.” Brad told Ray flatly, standing over him. “Come on. I’m going to hose you off in the back garden.”
Every other guy in the room had height on Ray, even if only by an inch and a half, and no one would describe him as particularly built, but he was still a somewhat-grown man and he hadn’t really lost a lot of muscle to fat since he’d paddled out.
In essence, he was heavier than he looked, but Marines learned the necessity of knowing how to lift a team member, even if they outweighed you, and Brad had multiple advantages on his side.
There was a flurry of action and then Brad had Ray hanging over his shoulders like a sack, walking off with him, even if it was to the bathroom and not outdoors.
Ray still couldn’t let this indignity go by without many words, most at volume.
“Regrets?” Nate asked Doc as Brad carried the enthusiastically protesting Corporal away.
Doc sighed, then reached out to grab Nate by the wrist and pull him in for a kiss. It was brief but firm, and Doc grinned brightly at Nate when he pulled back. “Nope.”