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Geoff and Tucker have been uncharacteristically good lately. Tim’s impressed, if not a little hesitant. He’s wary of their actions on a normal day. Considering the fact that they’ve both been on their best behavior for days now, Tim’s suspicious. If the reports he’s getting from their other bandmates are any indication, it’s not all just for show. If he’s being good around them, too, then the pair are clearly trying to make an impression.
They’ve been doing this for long enough for Tim to tell what’s happening. Their relationship dynamic started years ago. They were all far too young to be doing the things they were doing, stumbling through life unrestrained. Tucker and Geoff were desperately seeking guidance. Tim stepped in to provide it. In a way, it helped him work through his own internal strife, too. He had to be strong and supportive for his friends (and later lovers), which required him to have his shit together…at least more than they did.
This has been a rough tour for his submissives. Steve kept them in line as best as he could, with the occasional help from Norman, but at the end of the day, they weren’t anyone’s responsibility but Tim’s. So when Tim got the 2:00 AM phone call from Geoff that he “didn’t feel good”, he was on a plane within hours. Not performing with Thursday didn’t mean he couldn’t hang out on the bus and pretend to be a house husband for a while. He kept the bus tidy and cooked meals while the band loaded in, watched their sets at night, and rotated between Tucker and Geoff’s bunks at night. It was a different aspect of touring, to say the least, but Tim was happy to do it. He’d do just about anything to keep them happy.
It’s obvious that they want something. Tim isn’t sure what it is. Tucker and Geoff share whispered giggles when they think he isn’t looking, and he’s pretty sure their behavior is nothing more than an attempt to get Tim’s agreement when they finally ask. Tim isn’t complaining. When he arrived, Geoff was a barely functioning shell of a human being—low on sleep, food, and a general zest for life—and Tucker was falling apart trying to take care of him. With Tim’s guidance and structure, they’re slowly coming back to themselves.
Tim is sitting in the back lounge answering work emails when the door opens. Geoff pokes his head around the corner timidly. His hand is locked around Tucker’s wrist, dragging him along behind him. “Daddy?” Geoff says, voice shaky and slightly unsure. “Is it okay if we come in?”
Tim shuts his laptop, putting it aside. “Yeah, babes, come on in.” he says. “You both doing okay? Need anything?”
Geoff shrugs. “Just wanna talk.”
“Okay,” Tim nods. “What about you, Tuck? You need anything? I can go grab you something from the kitchen if you’d like.”
Tucker shakes his head. “What Geoff said…just wanna talk.”
The couch isn’t big enough for the three of them to fit comfortably. Geoff slides into Tim’s lap before Tucker has a chance to. The other man whines, clearly frustrated, only settling when Tim guides him to his knees and runs a hand through his hair. Both of his subs are generally happy as long as they’re both being touched by Tim. Needy might not be the correct word.
“Have we been good, Daddy?” Geoff asks quietly. He picks at the skin around his thumb, avoiding eye contact. Geoff huffs in frustration when Tim gently stops him and takes his hand into his instead.
“My boys have been very good lately.” Tim says. He ruffles Tucker’s hair and squeezes Geoff’s hand. “I’m so proud of both of you.”
Tucker tilts up into Tim’s touch. “Thank you, sir,” he says.
Tim scratches behind his ear gently. Geoff swallows, fidgety in Tim’s lap. Initially, it had been hard to keep up with two separate people’s needs, emotions, and desires, but now, it’s like second nature. Geoff says, “Have we been good enough to ask for a reward?”
Tim hums thoughtfully. He turns to face Tucker. He blinks up at Tim, awaiting his response eagerly. “What do you think, Tuck? You think you’ve been good enough?”
Swallowing, Tucker nods. “I think we’ve been good enough, sir. I…I’ve been trying really, really hard.”
“He has,” Geoff agrees. “Steve said it’s the best behaved he’s seen him in years.”
Tim snorts. Yeah, that sounds like Steve. The guitarist has had his fair share of experience in Tucker wrangling; the submissive has his initials tattooed for a reason after all. Tim looks over his partners carefully, their hopeful eyes staring back at him. “You can ask for a reward, but you know that doesn’t mean you’ll get it, right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Geoff nods. “You decide, not us.”
“That’s right, baby. Good job.” Tim says. “Now, what did you want to ask me?”
Geoff sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes dart around the room anxiously. “Tuck?”
Tucker whines. “Why do I have to ask?”
Geoff looks closer to tears than Tim would like. He knows nothing is actually wrong—he’s just either bratty or nervous—but it still makes him uncomfortable. “Can’t,” Geoff shakes his head. He adds in “Please,” for good measure.
Tucker sighs. Tim turns his attention to him. Geoff has wormed his hand out of Tim’s to fidget with again, so Tim rubs the outside of his thigh for comfort inside. “I–I’d really like to fuck Geoff, sir. If…if I’m allowed to.”
Tim has strict rules about intimacy with his subs. If anyone wanted to touch them, they needed express permission from Tim beforehand. This includes their bandmates, who were well aware of the trio’s arrangement, and touching each other. They’ve gotten in trouble an excessive amount of times for disobeying that rule, but it has gotten better over the years.
Asking so politely is proof of how desperate they must be. Tucker and Geoff need permission to masturbate, too—a rule implemented after they insisted getting off together wasn’t technically “having sex”. Neither of them has asked in weeks. Tim’s sure it’s because they haven’t been feeling the best, but it has clearly caused them to feel sufficiently pent up.
“Is that the reason you’ve been well-behaved?”
Geoff giggles while Tucker rolls his eyes. “Not the only reason,” the vocalist argues.
Tim chuckles. “I think you guys have earned a treat. When’s the next hotel night?”
“Tomorrow,” Tucker answers.
Tim hums in consideration. “I’ll make sure you guys are rooming with me.” he says. It wouldn’t have been any different either way; none of their bandmates would dare to separate them. Tim can tell the message gets across to his subs by the way their faces light up.
Geoff folds himself forward, wrapping his arms around Tim’s shoulders. “Thank you, Daddy.” he says.
Tim cradles the back of his head. Geoff nuzzles into Tim’s chest. From beside them, Tucker says, “Thank you, sir,” as he turns his head to kiss Tim’s pulse point.
“You’re both so welcome.” Tim says. “My good boys.”
Geoff giggles happily. He reaches out a blind hand to Tucker, visibly relaxing when he feels the other man’s touch. Tim doesn’t know how he got so lucky.
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Tim stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed as he looks over his subs. Tucker and Geoff look up at him attentively. “You’re allowed to fuck each other,” Tim says. “But you’re going to follow my orders while you do it.”
“Yes, sir.” Tucker nods.
“And why is that?”
“Because you make the decisions.” Geoff says.
“And you own us.” Tucker adds.
Tim reaches out to ruffle the drummer’s hair. “That’s right, baby,” he praises. “Strip for me, loves. Let me see you.”
Tim should be rougher. He should be acting more dominant. But he’s missed his boys; they haven’t had the chance to do something like this in what feels like forever. They’re so willing and so fucking beautiful in front of him. They deserve to be doted on and cared for. They’ve been good; this isn’t a punishment. Tim can let his guard down. He can lean more lover than dominant and still know he’s doing his job.
Geoff’s shirt comes off first. From there, it doesn’t take long for both of them to be completely nude. They’re both already half-hard. It’s obvious that Geoff wants to touch Tucker, but he bites down a whine instead of asking.
“Are you gonna keep your clothes on?” Tucker pouts.
“For now,” Tim says. “This is about you, honey. Don’t worry about me.”
Tucker’s large eyes are fixed on Tim’s face as he says, “But I love you.”
Tim leans in, placing a soft kiss on Tucker’s lips. “I love you, too, baby.”
Geoff’s patience clearly runs out because he starts whining, begging without words for whatever Tim will give him. He also receives a kiss for his troubles. “Both of you be good. No fighting, please.”
“No fighting.” Geoff nods in agreement. “C’mon, Daddy, please.”
Tim leans in to give each of them a small peck on the lips. It’s short and sweet, no tempting of tongue, and Geoff keeps his whining to himself. “I want you to kiss each other.” Tim says. He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest. Neither of them are seemingly willing to make the first move. Sensing the hesitation in the room, Tim’s voice has a sharper edge as he repeats, “I said to give him a fucking kiss, Tucker.”
Tucker’s eyes go wide. He swallows heavily. He’s not sure why this is his responsibility, but he’s never one to disobey direct orders. He takes Geoff’s face into his hands, leaning in and pressing their lips together. Geoff is moaning before Tucker’s tongue is even in his mouth. His nails dig into Tucker’s shoulders. Tim can tell it’s a desperate attempt not to let his hands stray lower. It’s obvious that neither of them wants to do anything to make this go away. If push comes to shove, Tim would probably give them some extra slack (because he wants to see how this ends, and because his boys have been so good).
“You can touch him, Tuck,” Tim says.
It’s clear that Tim is setting Tucker up to be the top in this scene. That’s fine; he won’t complain. Tucker prefers to top when he’s with Geoff. Anyone who has ever seen the vocalist would agree that he radiates bottom energy. Geoff would argue otherwise, but anyone with eyes can clearly tell.
Tucker’s hand runs down Geoff’s chest. His skin is warm to the touch, but Geoff is still shivering in Tucker’s hands. Tim's voice cuts through the air before Tucker can break the kiss to ask if Geoff is okay. “Everything alright, baby?”
Geoff whines, pulling back from Tucker’s mouth with significant hesitancy. “It’s just a lot,” he says.
“In a bad way?” Tucker asks. He leans back, taking his hands off of Geoff and putting a few inches of space between them. Geoff blinks open blearily. He leans towards Tucker again, but Tucker’s hand on his chest stops him.
“We need words, baby.” Tim prompts him softly. “Do you want to stop?”
Geoff shakes his head. “No, no. I just…” he sighs, trying to get a handle on his words. “It’s all really sensitive. I need Tucker to touch me.”
Tim doesn’t say that Tucker is already touching him. He knows what he means. Tucker looks to Tim for direction. His hand is still steadying Geoff, doing the best to keep his partner grounded. Tim nods. “Do you wanna open him up for me, baby?”
Tucker nods. He reaches for the lube on the nightstand, coating his fingers with a liberal amount. Geoff rolls onto his back, spreading his legs. Tucker fits between them easily. It’s familiar despite the several weeks spent apart. All of the stress and depression that has been weighing heavily on Tucker’s shoulders washes away as his mouth latches onto Geoff’s throat, his slick fingers circling his hole. Tucker’s teeth scrape across Geoff’s Adam’s apple as he pushes in his index finger.
“Fuck,” Geoff curses. “Daddy—Daddy, can I touch him, please?”
“Yeah, baby,” Tim says. “Good job asking, honey; go ahead.”
Tim moves to sit on the edge of the bed across from his partners. From the side, he’s able to see the entire scene. It gives him more control. He doesn’t think that either of them are going to do anything to cause him to step in, but he can never be so sure. If caring for the pair for decades had taught him anything, it’s to always expect the unexpected.
Geoff’s hands fly to Tucker’s shoulders. He digs his nails into his skin as Tucker slides in a second finger. Tucker is mumbling praise against Geoff’s skin, words lost in the hollow of his throat. Geoff tilts his hips up into Tucker’s touch. He’s trying to get Tucker’s fingertips to brush against his prostate, and Tucker is desperately trying to not let that happen. The last thing any of them needs is for Geoff to cum before Tucker is inside of him. Sitting through the other man’s refractory period would likely kill the mood, and they’ve been working towards this for too long to let it fall apart now.
“Give him a third.” Tim orders. He shifts his legs underneath him, getting comfortable in his observation spot. Tucker turns to meet his eyes, biting his bottom lip. “He can take it. He’s ready. You’re ready, aren’t you, Geoff?”
Geoff nods, panting. “Please, Tuck,” he says. “I’m okay, I’m okay, please—”
Tucker crooks his fingers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You never hurt him.” Tim says. “He’s fine. Come on, give him three.”
There’s an authoritative edge to his voice that has Tucker complying almost immediately. When he pushes back in, Geoff’s twitching hole is taking three of his fingers. Geoff hisses through his teeth at the stretch. His hand grasps Tucker’s forearm tightly. “Slow down.” Tim commands.
“I said I didn’t want to hurt him.” Tucker frowns.
“Jesus, Tuck,” Geoff huffs. “You’re not fucking hurting me. Get out of your own head.”
“But—”
Geoff’s fingers thread through Tucker’s hair, pulling tightly. He uses his leverage to drag him down until their lips meet. Geoff’s breath is hot against his lips as he says, “Stop fucking thinking.”
Tucker whines into Geoff’s mouth as the other man’s tongue slides against his. He inches forward slowly until his palm meets Geoff’s ass. He wiggles his fingertips, drawing a whine out of Geoff. “Good boy,” Tim says. Neither of the submissives on the bed is sure which one of them it’s directed to. It doesn’t matter. They’re both shining from the praise, teeth colliding as they trade smiles.
Tucker’s movements are methodical and tender as he fingers Geoff open. The room is full of Geoff’s whiny moans and Tucker’s heavy breathing, heat and tension swirling in the air around them. Tim observes quietly, palming himself through his pants. This isn’t about him. He can wait to jerk off until his boys are taken care of.
“Geoff,” Tim calls. Tucker pulls back from the kiss. Geoff turns his head to meet Tim’s eyes. They’re glazed over already, subspace evident in his gaze. “You ready? You wanna be fucked?”
Geoff nods. “Please, Daddy.”
Tucker turns to look at Tim as well. He crooks his fingers just to hear Geoff whine, smiling at the sound. “Go ahead, baby,” Tim says. “Fuck him for me.”
Geoff groans as Tucker pulls his fingers out a little too quickly. Tim shushes him softly. Tucker has always been an anxious sub. Sex with him requires a lot of reassurance and patience. Tim is always happy to go at his pace, but Geoff’s neediness sometimes has Tucker going faster than he’s entirely comfortable with. That’s part of why Tim is here to supervise. He’s the glue in their relationship, the one that keeps everything running smoothly, the one who holds them together. Juggling both of them isn’t always easy, but it’s worth it for the way they look at them with the utmost love in their eyes, like Tim is the center of their universe, like they were made to serve him.
Tucker sits back on his heels. He pumps his cock in his hand a few times, precum easing the slide. “Condom?” he asks. It’s an open-ended question, one for either of the men to answer.
Geoff’s head lolls to the side, meeting Tim’s gaze. “You need one?” Tim asks him.
Geoff hums. “There’s never anyone else.”
“No condom then, Tuck,” Tim says. “Go ahead, honey. Fuck him nice and good for me.”
Tucker grabs the underside of Geoff’s thighs. He adjusts them until Geoff’s legs are wrapped around his waist. Tucker likes feeling close to him when they fuck—as if being inside of him wasn’t close enough. One hand grips Geoff’s waist as the other thumbs his cock inside. Geoff’s back arches immediately, his hands fisting in the sheets. Tucker’s fingers drum a beat on the outside of Geoff’s hip. “I’m here,” he says. “You’re okay.”
“Yeah,” Geoff nods. His heels dig into Tucker’s tailbone, urging him forward. “C’mon, Tuck, fuck me.”
Something in Tucker snaps at that statement. One hand holds Geoff steady at the waist, and the other rests at the base of his throat. He’s not choking him (not yet at least), but Geoff pushes up into it as if he is. Tim would normally stop Tucker for doing that without asking, but he lets it slide. As long as both of his subs are feeling good, Tim is happy.
“How’s he feel, honey?” Tim asks.
Tucker whines. “So good, sir,” he says. “Nice and fuckin—tight, shit.”
“Aw, been a long time, huh?” Tim mocks. He knows it has. Tim’s aware of everything they do: sexually, romantically, and platonically. Tim controls every aspect of their lives; they wouldn’t want it any other way. “How about you, baby? How’s Tuck making you feel?”
It takes a moment for Geoff to get a handle on his words. Tucker’s thrusts don’t slow down. It’s hard to focus with the constant drag of a cock against his walls, but he manages. “So good, Daddy, thank you,” Geoff says. His voice is high-pitched and breathy, his eyes unfocused as he tries to look at Tim. “Can he choke me? Please, Daddy?”
Tim hums thoughtfully. “Are you alright with that, Tucker? You’re allowed to say no, baby; we won’t be upset.”
Tucker whines. He presses down against Geoff’s throat experimentally, feeling the way he swallows beneath his palm. “Please, sir,” Tucker says.
“Go ahead, honey. Be a good boy.”
During sex, being a drummer often comes in handy. It’s easy for Tucker to set up a pattern. He has to sort through a multitude of distractions onstage to maintain a beat. It’s no different here. He alternates between squeezing on Geoff’s throat and his waist, always making sure he has some sort of sensation to keep him from floating off. He drills into him with precision and passion. He knows what he’s searching for, and knows he’s found it when Geoff arches off the bed, crying out. “That’s it, baby.” Tim encourages from the sidelines. “You’re both so good for me. You look so good like this. I’ve fucking missed you so much.”
Tucker tries to tell Tim that they’ve missed him, too, but he can’t find the words. Geoff is squirming underneath him, warm walls dragging him back in every time he retreats. Each time he fucks Geoff, he’s filled with the overwhelming sensation that he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. If both of their bodies allowed, he’d spend every moment of his life inside of Geoff.
Tim can see the signs of Geoff’s orgasm approaching from a mile away. He pulls his dick out from his own pants. Tim finally allows himself to jerk off, stroking his cock languidly as he watches the scene in front of him unfold. Groaning, he says, “Tucker, jerk him off."
Geoff’s cock is in his hand before Tim is even finished giving the command. He’s scarily close, so much so that he worries he may finish before Geoff. Tucker always tries to let his partners finish first, but sometimes, he just can’t help himself. He presses down on Geoff’s windpipe, restricting his breathing as he thumbs over his head.
“Daddy,” Geoff gasps, blinking away tears. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy—”
“I’ve got you, baby,” Tim says. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed beside Geoff’s head. Geoff’s a notoriously clingy sub, and Tim doesn’t like to be far when he’s like this. Subspace brings with it many emotions that Geoff has to sort through. Tim knows it can be confusing. He bats Tucker’s hand away from Geoff’s throat, replacing it with his own. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna be good for your Daddy?”
Geoff whimpers. Glassy blue eyes blink up at Tim. He’s dazed, looking thoroughly fucked out. Tim doubts he still has the ability to speak in coherent sentences. Expecting him to ask for permission is futile. Every inch of his body looks like he’s on the verge of orgasm, from his parted lips to his trembling thighs. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for Daddy.”
Tim’s palm presses down on Geoff’s windpipe, restricting his air intake. Tucker maintains his quick pace, jerking Geoff off in time with his thrusts. When Tim lets up, oxygen flooding Geoff’s brain, he cums with a loud cry. His body convulses as long ropes of cum paint his stomach. He clenches tightly around Tucker, reducing the man’s movements to small thrusts, rutting into Geoff like a dog in heat.
Tucker’s face is twisted when Tim turns to face him. His pleading “Sir” is lost under a moan he can’t contain. Tim won’t make him ask. He’s only setting his submissive up for failure if he does that. Tucker has been too good for Tim to put him in that situation. “Come on, Tucker,” he encourages. “Fill him up for me.”
It only takes a few more thrusts for Tucker to finish. He groans, fingers flexing on Geoff’s waist as he orgasms. Still reeling from his own orgasm, Geoff grinds down into the sensation of warm cum painting his walls. There’s nothing he loves more than being filled, and it’s evident in the way his body makes every effort to get closer to Tucker.
Tim increases the speed of his hand working over his cock. Now that his subs are sufficiently taken care of, he’s able to focus on himself. He’s dangerously close to the edge. Watching Tucker and Geoff take each other apart has gone straight to his core. He’s so proud of them, and he’s so lucky to be their owner.
As his orgasm approaches, Tim grabs a fistful of Geoff’s hair, turning his head to face him. “Open,” Tim barks. Geoff’s lips part easily. He looks up at Tim, eyes still glazed over, but love still evident in his pupils. Geoff’s tongue falls out of his mouth, ready to receive his seed. Tim finishes with a low “Oh, fuck” as he paints Geoff’s face. Most of it lands on Geoff’s tongue, but there are off-white splatters from his nose to the swell of his throat. Geoff’s eyes stay on Tim’s face, watching the way his brows pinch as he cums, and the way his shoulders drop when it’s over. Geoff smiles, swallowing down what’s actually made its way into his mouth.
When Tim blinks open, Geoff looks like a mess. There’s cum smeared all over his face, his lips are red, there’s a pink blush high on his cheeks, and bruises are starting to form on his neck. Underneath it all, he still looks happy, giggling as he turns his attention back to Tucker.
Tucker is sitting between Geoff’s legs, cock softening against his thigh. He looks at Tim, waiting patiently for direction. “Fuck, good boy, Tuck,” Tim says. “Kiss him, you’ve earned it.”
Tucker doesn’t need to be told twice. He folds forward, grabbing Geoff’s chin in his hand as he leans in. Geoff’s lips part immediately, inviting Tucker in with no preamble. The taste of Tim’s cum is still strong on his tongue. Tucker groans, licking into Geoff’s mouth eagerly, as if he can suck Tim’s cum out of his mouth and drink it down himself. He whines, tilting up into Tim’s touch as he runs a hand through his hair.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Tim says, softly guiding Tucker back. He whines in disappointment, but goes easily. “Fuck, you both did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you both so much.” Geoff says. “Thank you, Daddy, thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. You deserved this. You gonna continue being good even though I let you fuck now?”
Geoff giggles. “I guess we’ll see.”
Tim rolls his eyes. “You better. Now come on, let’s get you guys cleaned up.”