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It was only a matter of time before Stebbins’s mask slipped.
He was ROTC, straight A’s on a scholarship, an RA for the room and pay alone, and kept to himself. Every morning, he would wake up around six in the morning and hit the campus gym for at least an hour. Collie knew this because he usually saw him there. They weren’t all too different, though Collie would like to think that he was much more palatable. Collie and Gary were both in agreement that there wasn’t another person on the earth who could benefit more from smoking weed.
Stebbins was a bit of a brick wall, but he was a good fuck.
Gary had pitched the idea a month or two ago, and Stebbins had shrugged, like anyone would find it normal to become an occasional third in their friends’ relationship. He would come over, fuck Gary —or Collie, but Collie was less proud of that— into the mattress almost wordlessly, and leave.
Which was why Collie wouldn’t have believed Gary’s theory that there was more to Stebbins, if Stebbins wasn’t actively turning into a mess underneath him.
Collie’s fingers were working him open slowly while Gary watched. Stebbins bit his lip to keep himself from making any noise. Collie held his legs apart as his fingers slid in and out, occasionally curling to give Stebbins a moan to bite back. Gary nipped and sucked at his chest, leaving marks on Stebbins’s defined muscle that would not be appreciated the next day, when he would go on his —usually shirtless— morning run.
Collie pulled his fingers out once Stebbins was actively grinding down on them, not wanting to get him too close before he was even able to fuck him. Gary spread lube over Collie’s cock, a little handsy with the way he thumbed over the tip. Collie lett out a breath, and looked at Gary.
“Muscle memory.” Gary said, with an impish grin.
When Collie finally pushed in, he could have sworn Stebbins deflated. It was like he melted against the mattress, his eyes screwed shut as he bit his lip to muffle any noises that threatened to slip through. Collie smirked, one of his hands holding onto Stebbins’s hips to steady him and the other grabbing the back of Gary’s neck to kiss him. Their lips parted against each other’s breathlessly, and Gary whined as Collie took a fistful of hair and yanked it back just a bit. He leaned into Gary’s ear.
“He looks nervous. Why don't you help him out?” He suggested. Gary didn't need to be told twice. Collie watched as Gary’s hands traced reverently up Stebbins’s toned chest while he placed quick kisses on his cheek. Stebbins’s breath hitched when Collie bottomed out and Gary kissed his lips at the same time, but his mouth stayed shut.
If there was anything Gary could do well, it was kiss with enough force to make someone think that he was devouring them. He started out soft, then got increasingly rough as Stebbins propped himself up on an elbow. The sight of the two made Collie’s head spin. He felt a strange sense of possessiveness over both of them, so watching them groan into each other’s mouths made his skin prickle with jealousy.
Collie wanted to have his cake and eat it too, he supposed.
He nearly pulled out of Stebbins and slammed back in with enough force to dislodge him from Gary’s grasp. Stebbins turned towards Collie, like he would have yelled at him if it wasn't for the moan that sounded like it was punched from his stomach. Collie felt a sense of satisfaction spread in his chest. That he was the one who made Stebbins sound like that. He kept his pace, just a bit more gentle than brutal, all while Stebbins gasped and writhed underneath him. Gary was kissing over his chest, sucking and biting hickies into his skin, licking over his toned muscles.
Stebbins reached a hand to steady Collie’s hips, whining and trying to muffle it by closing his mouth.
“Collie, Oh fuck— C’mon, it’s so—”
“Aren't you a soldier?” Collie leaned in as close to Stebbins’s face as Gary would allow, considering he was sandwiched in between them, but not in the way he usually was. “Thought you’d be able to take it.”
“C’mon, you can take it, can't you?” Gary mumbled into Stebbins’s ear. He didn't respond until Collie thrust deep into him, hitting the place he knew was making him see stars.
“We asked you a question, baby.” The pet name slipped out of Collie's mouth accidentally, but Stebbins whimpered pathetically at it. Collie didn't think that he had ever heard the man make that noise before.
“God— I can take it. I can take it.” Stebbins nodded frantically.
“Good.” Collie said. He tried to sound commanding or tough, but at that very moment, Stebbins had clenched around him. “Fuck, you're tight.” He mumbled, mostly to himself, considering Stebbins and Gary were doing their own thing.
“Just like that, mmh— fuck.” Gary moaned. Collie looked down and saw that at some point, Stebbins had started jerking him off. “Fuck, you're good at that."
Stebbins’s hips twitched when Gary said that. “Say it again.” He gasped. His eyes were locked on Gary and his disheveled hair, and Collie couldn't blame him. Gary raised an eyebrow.
“You want me to say you're doing good, baby?” Gary teased. Stebbins nodded quickly. His eyes were half-lidded, and his head tilted back like the words themselves were bringing him closer to the edge, even though they had just started. Collie watched as Gary leaned in towards Stebbins and whispered something in his ear. Stebbins moaned loudly.
Collie took that as his chance to start angling his hips with more precision. He watched as Stebbins squirmed on the mattress, chasing the feeling of both his and Gary’s touch. His grip on Stebbins’s hips was bruising as he fucked him with enough force to have his headboard slamming against the wall.
“Oh— Fuck, baby.” Gary groaned. Despite the fact that he was getting his brains fucked out, Stebbins apparently still had enough sense to give a handjob. “Good boy— Don't stop.” Gary trailed his mouth along Stebbins’s neck as he shuddered at the praise.
Stebbins screwed his eyes shut as each thrust from Collie brought him closer to the edge. “You look fuckin’ good like this.” He said breathlessly.
“We should tag team you more often, pretty boy.” Gary said, kissing Stebbin’s jaw.
Collie would have been put off by the fact that Gary was calling Stebbins that, if he wasn't right. Holy shit, he was right. Stebbins was looking up at both of them, face flushed and pupils wide. His short hair was splayed out against Collie’s pillow. Every time Collie hit that spot inside him, Stebbins’s chest would hollow as his back arched, and Gary would take the chance to nip another red mark on the side of his neck. Stebbins would be pissed at them in the morning, but at least it would be clear he had had a good time.
Stebbins reached a hand up to Collie’s face, and Collie almost backed away from the touch. He wasn’t used to Stebbins being touchy. He let Stebbins pull him into a kiss that was really just the two of them moaning into each other’s mouths, but it was the thought that counted. Collie moved his arm to cage Stebbins against the bed. Gary’s head raised to kiss and lick at the side of Collie’s face. He nipped at Collie’s ear, catching one of his earrings in his teeth.
“I didn’t forget about you, Parker.” Gary whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Collie’s ear.
Collie broke away from kissing Stebbins to smash his lips against Gary’s. Stebbins was clearly too fucked-out to care. He had been moaning loud enough for the rest of the dorm to hear just how good he was getting it from Collie.
Collie wouldn’t last much longer, not with Gary biting at his lips and Stebbins clenching around him.
“Want you to fill him up— mmh— can you do that, baby?” Gary moaned against Collie’s lips. One of Gary’s hands traveled to Stebbins’s stomach, and pressed against where they could all feel Collie’s cock pumping in and out of him.
And Collie was gone. It was like he got hit with a flashbang, he came so hard. He buried his face in the crook of Stebbins’s shoulder and kept his hips moving as steadily as they could, even though he was actively painting Stebbins’s insides white.
“Come on. Come on.” Collie grunted, the stimulation getting to be too much for him. “Come for me, Billy. Been so good— my good boy—” He kissed Stebbins, open-mouthed and sloppy, and his free hand cupped Stebbins’s face with a tenderness that he knew Gary would never like in bed.
That seemed to do it for Stebbins. He came with a high whine, cum spurting from his untouched cock. A sharp gasp from Gary told Collie that he was coming too, right before he felt it land on the side of his thigh.
Collie fucked Stebbins through his orgasm, until it was unbearable to be inside him. He pulled out, feeling —and hearing, which sounded absolutely obscene— his cum drip out from Stebbins.
It was quiet for a moment, while they all caught their breath. Stebbins was shivering like a leaf, which would have been funny in other circumstances, to watch the guy with the physique of a Greek god come so hard he started shaking. But Collie was worried that he might have broken him. He got off of Stebbins, laying down on the opposite side as Gary. Collie felt bad. The last thing he needed to deal with was Stebbins starting to cry over whatever complex he now had because of this. Gary flopped down on the bed, exhausted, but not nearly as spent as Collie or Stebbins. Collie hesitated for a second before kissing Stebbins on the cheek and brushing the sweat-slicked hair off of his forehead.
That seemed to have the opposite effect. Stebbins sat up, inched off the bed, and stood. His legs shook, cum trailing down his inner thighs, and his neck and chest looked like they had been mauled, and he still reached for his clothes on the floor. Collie sat up after him, confused.
“Same time next week?” Stebbins said, a halfhearted attempt at casualness, despite the fact that his voice shook and his jaw clenched as he said it.
Collie looked over at Gary. Gary shrugged. It was Collie’s call.
He cleared his throat. “Why don't you… stay here for a bit? Get yourself cleaned up, considering…” Collie bobbed his head noncommittally, not sure how much he wanted to point out the fact that his DNA was so deep in Stebbins it would probably read on an ancestry test.
“Bed’s a bit cold without you, Billy.” Gary said.
Stebbins looked between the two of them warily. “It’s really not that big of a deal.” He said, but Stebbins wasn't good at hiding his feelings from Collie.
Gary grabbed his wrist. “C’mon, I don't wanna beg. It’s only hot when we're horny out of our minds.”
Stebbins looked at the ground, thinking, then slowly climbed back into bed with them.
“This’ll feel disgusting in a few minutes.” He mumbled, letting Collie and Gary wrap their arms around him.
“Yeah. That’s when we take a shower and I change up the sheets.” Collie said, closing his eyes.
“Careful, aftercare might spook him.” Gary whispered, like Stebbins wasn't in between him and Collie.
Something had shifted between the three of them, something that they would definitely need to talk about later. But for the time being, Collie was warm, a bit sticky, and content.