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John’s leg hurt like hell. That was what he got from overworking it. He swallowed two painkillers and downed a glass of water, before meeting his own eyes. Who was he kidding? He would do it again tomorrow if given the chance. How was he supposed to deny his boyfriends who looked like literal sex gods?
As he opened the door, he gripped his cane a little harder, ready to struggle downstairs - only to be met by one Kyle Garrick and Simon Riley, both standing with crossed arms. They took one look at him and then their heads tipped down to look at his bare legs; while in his boxers, there was no way of hiding the slightly swollen knee.
“Told you,” Kyle said, though it wasn’t to John, instead it was Simon who looked up again at John, squinting his eyes. Judging him. Shaming him silently.
“You didn’t complain last night,” John pointed out dryly, images of last night flashing for his eyes - the sight of Kyle crying out in euphoria, the sweat on his pretty body, the way he looked all fucked out afterwards. Kyle merely snorted.
“His hand is also sore,” Simon pointed out, Kyle’s head snapping to the side to look at him, anger then embarrassment before he hid his hurt hand a little.
“Traitor,” Kyle hissed but Simon merely rolled his eyes, turning around and left the room, while John took a shaky step forward, reaching for Kyle’s hand.
“Horny idiots,” Simon mumbled a little further down the hallway, before going downstairs.
For a moment none of them said anything. Kyle let John look his hand over. It was a little swollen, but it could be worse. Still.
“I’ll help you into the glove, yeah?”
Kyle nodded, surprisingly agreeable, only to add “then I’ll help you into your knee brace.”
John supposed he couldn’t really escape this one.
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Johnny was showering, a small groan leaving him as the water continued to run over his body; he couldn’t help but wonder if you were watching him now - seeing how he gripped his erect cock, slowly jerking himself off while his eyes were closed.
He wasn’t even thinking about fucking you; he was thinking about all of the others doing it. He wondered if Simon would be gentle at first or if he would fuck you hard if you begged, make you scream with pleasure and pain; they were out in the middle of nowhere after all, there was no reason for them to keep quiet.
Kyle would no doubt pull you out into the large grass field on the side of their house, if he was nice he might put a blanket or a jacket down, but who knew. Johnny imagined him pushing you down into the ground, fucking you right there, in the middle of the field where everyone could see you. Maybe rip your clothes off but keep his own.
A gasp left him. He was tethering closer and closer to the edge. He couldn’t help but groan your name.
Maybe Kyle would make you straddle him out there, let you do all the work, give your bare tits a slap or two, coo at you, play a little with your clit.
Fuck.
John and Nikolai would probably share you at some point; one of them beneath you, their hairy chest against your back. Maybe Nikolai would be the one beneath you, his large fingers grabbing onto your tits and stomach, muttering dark Russian words into your ear which you wouldn’t understand. Slide his cock into your asshole, which they had probably spent forever opening, it being so wet with lube that it almost felt like a pussy. Then John would grab your hips, settle in between your spread legs, slide inside your pussy oh so slowly.
They would take you apart, Johnny was sure of that. Make you forget your own name as they fucked both of your holes together.
He was so close it almost hurt, small whines leaving him. He upped the pace, tightened his grip so hard it hurt a little.
Then, only then would you come crawling to him, cum dripping from you, your hair a mess and your body shaking - but you would open your mouth, stick out your tongue and let out a little whine, wordlessly begging for his cum.
Johnny came a second after imagining the sight, the pleasure rippling through his body so fast that it almost hurt. He almost slipped, grappling onto the shower, unable to stop fucking into his fist. It was like waves. He only stopped when he felt over sensitive, letting go of his cock, the water running over his body, washing away the dirty thoughts he just had.
Jesus, he needed help.
A second later it pounded on the door and even without his hearing aids, he could hear Simon yelling.
“JOHNNY YOU HORNY BASTARD, QUIT JERKIN’ OFF, COM’ AN’ EAT BREAKFAST!”
Bloody hell, could one not jerk off in peace anymore?
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You almost saw Johnny jerk off - you had never turned around so quickly, floating through the door again, the wall on the other side and out of the house. Then, for a good twenty seconds, you just floated in the middle of the garden, staring at the forest.
How were you supposed to know he was jacking himself off?? You were on your way to your room when you heard him say your name and you thought he was in pain and —
How were you supposed to look him in the eyes now?
When you finally floated inside, it took a good hour before you fell asleep. Most of that hour was spent trying not to think too much about what you saw and rather miserably, keeping yourself from masturbating.
You’ve felt unnecessarily horny for days at this point. Maybe ever since they moved in. It was like your personal nightmare. Men you couldn't really spend time with, all hot and making out with each other. Being openly in love with each other, just like you yearned to be.
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You weren’t stupid. You floated over them in your room when they moved around the most and sometimes sleep didn’t come as easy to you as they should.
Even if they hoped to keep it from you, you heard enough the following days, to have a bad feeling in your stomach.
You knew Kyle didn’t like you, hell, the guy had explicitly told you so. He didn’t trust you.
Simon you understood to a certain extent - you had no doubt that moving in somewhere, expecting to live a peaceful life out there would be ruined by an unwelcome guest.
Unwanted.
You knew the others like you just fine, fuck, you had heard Johnny jerk off while whispering your name.
You wished you could leave them, you really did. But it felt like you were connected to the house with a rubber band; whenever you left, it tightened and eventually you were forced back, the pull to hard, pain settling in.
The house was, whether they wanted it or not, your home. Even if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t. Sometimes you wondered if getting another crazy group of people out here would be the solution. Someone who could make you continue whatever the journey to the afterlife was… did you even want that? To pass on, not knowing what to expect next?
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Nikolai chopped the vegetables for dinner, all alone in the kitchen, lost in his own mind for a moment. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. About his boys, everyone together.
A part of him wished that he could force you all to get along, to kiss and then everything would be alright. That everyone could talk things out and that everything would turn out perfect, so they could live out a perfect, sexual paradise-like kind of retirement. That wasn’t how these things worked. Sometimes he wished it did, though. It would make everything easier.
He cut two thick slices of the big, still warm roast, since he knew they would eat all if not stopped and none would be left for you; he hummed and placed the pieces all nicely on a plate, as if he was a proper chef. Nikolai wanted to make sure that you understood that he took care in your dinner too - to wordlessly appreciate you. Was it a wordless way of courting you too?... Perhaps. Who knew.
There needed to be a solution to this. Everyone in the house needed to sit down and talk this through. The back porch kitten was excused, but everyone else needed to talk.
Nikolai wasn’t really sure how.
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“I’m sorry.”
Kyle almost flinched, having just left the bathroom, caught in his own mind as he was on his way downstairs to see a movie with the others. He turned around, looking at you. You were wearing some of the new clothes they had gotten you. A t-shirt with some flower print on, a nice flowy skirt that went a bit past your knees. Flowery fluffy socks, matching the color of the t-shirt. It was a cute outfit, he had to admit that. However, it was the sudden apology that came out of nowhere - just like you did - that caught his attention more.
“For what?” he asked, not having realised it was so late that you had changed into your human form. Sometimes he thought about the way you changed in front of them, about the painful sight that left you.
“For… existing, I guess,” you admitted after a few moments of silence, “I would leave if I could, I swear. I want y’all to have your own place but I can’t leave…”
“But you can't leave.” Kyle finished for you, knowing it was the truth. You had the right to exist, he couldn’t really stop you from that and as you nodded, he felt a flash of frustration go through him. His fingers curled into fists, his bad hand hurting for a moment.
“I would like to be friends.”
Though the words caught him off guard, Kyle couldn’t stop himself from letting out a huff.
"Friends?” he repeated, not caring that he came off a little patronizing, “you didn’t do anything but try to make us leave for the first good while we were here.”
At least you had the decency to look ashame
“I know,” you twisted your fingers together nervously and Kyle wondered, just for a moment, what it had been like to be out here for around five years, all alone except the ‘ghost hunters’ that apparently had visited once in a while. If that had truly turned you into this weird, well, non-human person. Desperate to keep people out, unable to respect privacy, eating as if you had never learned manners.
“I’m sorry,” you finally added and Kyle almost wanted to point out that apologising didn’t really change anything. Instead he merely gave a small nod. He thought that would be the end of it, but apparently it wasn’t.
“I’m not gonna steal your boyfriends, either,” you continued quickly, “I promise. Never attempted to.”
Kyle squinted, “what makes you say that?”
“I see how you look at me - when they do things for me. When Nikolai or Johnny flirts.”
Kyle swallowed some of his anger. He had apparently not been that secretive about it. It wasn’t as if the others hadn’t noticed either, still, he had hoped you weren’t that observant. Then again, you had been a soldier.
“Them flirting with you is not something you can control.”
“No,” you agreed slowly, “but I can be more clear in my rejections - tell them that–”
“Do you want to reject them?”
The silence was loud. You couldn’t even look at him anymore.
“It’s not like I can demand for them to not be attracted to you, Ghoulie,” he knew he couldn’t, he wasn’t stupid, that wasn’t how the brain worked, “I just don’t know if I have the energy to be attracted to you.”
You looked confused. He felt confused. You just nodded then and Kyle turned around, heading downstairs.