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Day 9: threesome | aftercare | gangbang 

Jeremy fiddled with the car keys from the kitchen counter while Jean loaded the dishwasher. “I’m thinking chicken parmesan tonight?”

Jean stopped doing what he was doing for a moment, just holding the cup halfway to the upper rack of the machine. He smiled secretly; chicken parmesan — the first dish Jeremy had taught him to make from scratch. Not the most difficult recipe, but at the time it had proven a worthy opponent. “Sounds good.” He could barely hide the happiness in his voice, and he knew he wasn’t fooling his boyfriend. 

“I’ll make us a grocery list and then we can go get the stuff? Maybe grab some coffee on the way?” Jeremy proposed. 

Jean placed the cup where there was space for it, then closed the dishwasher. He strode over to Jeremy, tipped the man’s head back with a hand in his soft, blond hair, and kissed him full on the mouth. Immediately, Jeremy opened up to him with a content little whine. 

“Tu sais que je t’aime?” Jean asked into Jeremy’s mouth. 

“I’ve known for a while,” Jeremy chuckled. “You’re not very subtle, especially when you do stuff like this,” he added against Jean’s moving lips. He fisted the material of Jean’s T-shirt and pulled him closer. “I think others might be catching on too.”

Jean rolled his eyes. After six years, he sure as hell hoped others were catching on. That, or they’d have to be fucking blind. When he pulled back, he traced Jeremy’s bottom lip. “I have no patience for subtlety.”

“You have no patience, period,” Jeremy corrected him with an amused chuckle. 

Jean rolled his eyes. 

“We should ask Kevin if he needs anything from the store,” Jeremy said, getting to his feet and pocketing his phone off the counter. 

It was the Easter holidays and as per tradition, the gang was gathering at a cabin lost in the woods and away from the world. So far, it was just the three of them there, having gone directly from their last game. Playing for the same team had its perks. The rest would join them tomorrow or the day after, according to their schedules. 

Andrew and Neil were playing an important game tonight and wanted to sleep in their own bed after. Dan and Matt were coming in from California where Matt was settling with a new team and Dan was killing it as an NCAA coach. Allison had an interview with Vogue and could only make it the day after tomorrow. Aaron and Katelyn were nose deep in exams, but we’re looking forward to a couple of days off. Even Nicky and Erik were coming, having flown in from Europe. Renee was the only one who couldn’t make it since she was out on a mission. 

“I’ll bet you he’ll ask for some ridiculous protein powder,” Jean grumbled, setting off down the hallway lined with doors. 

“I don’t know,” Jeremy mused. “His nutritionist did tell him to take a chill pill.”

Jean scoffed. “He has one setting, and it does not include chill,” he said, to Jeremy’s amusement. He then stopped in front of Kevin’s bedroom. They hadn’t heard much from him all day long, but Jean supposed he was simply recuperating from the past few brutal games they’d played. Rest was important. 

They knocked on the door a couple of times while Jeremy was still chuckling, and when no answer came, they didn’t think much. 

Jeremy pulled the handle, opened the door, and both men took one step inside the room. Jean felt the smile on his face fall off it and die. 

There was no mistaking what was going on and how awfully wrong it had been of them to walk in without an invitation. 

Wearing headphones, Kevin was otherwise naked and on his bed. The duvet had been flung to the side and was half-draped over the edge of the bed, none of it covering the taller striker, and two pillows had been propped against the headboard so Kevin could lean against them comfortably. One of his legs was spread flat on the mattress while the other was bent at an angle and pulled up, giving Jean and Jeremy a perfectly unobstructed view of his hard cock slipping in and out of his fist. 

It looked almost violent, the way Kevin masturbated. Like he had a race to run and a finish line to reach; not like he was enjoying it. Jean wasn’t surprised. He couldn’t look away, and in the scant seconds before Kevin turned and saw them, he cataloged everything he could. 

Kevin’s back was bowing off the bed in an alluring way, his chest and cheeks were flushed, he was using his left hand, which, while it shouldn’t come as a surprise, for some reason made it even sexier, and his dick was dusky red at the tip and leaking visibly. They caught him right as he was swiping a thumb over the head and whining low in his throat, trembling on the bed. 

He was close. 

Everything in his body language told Jean that he was close. 

But then his eyes swung open and he turned his head. Horror exploded across his expression, fear next, then panic. And in this panic, he wrenched the earphones off his head so they fell and clanked on the floor, grabbed a corner of his duvet so he could yank it to him, covered his still hard cock, and shouted, “Get out!”

They got out, no questions asked. 

With the image of Kevin’s hard and flushed cock being worked over playing on a fever-dream loop, Jean had to get the fuck out of the house, not just out of Kevin’s room. 

Now!

He barely registered Jeremy’s voice calling his name, or the slamming of the cabin’s front door, and he certainly didn’t feel it when his feet hit the packed earth of the driveway as he took off at a sprint towards the surrounding forest. 

He made it past the tree line and deeper into the forest, trying to outrun the swell of want, and need, and desire that he usually kept under lock in a fortified box shoved to the back of his mind where he never wandered to. 

Minutes later — god only knew how many — Jean stumbled to a full stop in front of a large tree. The trunk was wider than him by several times, and when he looked up, the foliage started many heads above him. He pressed the flat of his palms against the rough bark, the unevenness of the wood poking indentations into his skin, and let out a shaky breath. Next, he leaned closer to push his forehead against the tree as well. 

Only once his breathing was back under control did he realize he was hard behind the zipper of his jeans. He’d felt it stir treacherously when he’d seen Kevin, but he’d run too soon to take any real stock of it. 

Getting hard to the idea of Kevin was nothing new. That was what fantasies were for. 

But getting hard after seeing Kevin jacking off without his permission seemed akin to betrayal. 

“Putain, dégage,” he hissed at his crotch, anger prominent in the warning tone of his voice. Though of course, his dick didn’t listen and certainly didn’t go down. “Merde,” he grumbled, and before he knew it, he was fumbling to undo his pants. 

He pushed his jeans and underwear down just enough to release his cock, which he immediately gripped in a tight fist. This wasn’t going to last long, not that Jean wanted it to. He didn’t go easy on himself the way he usually liked to warm up, trading languid strokes with harsh tugs. He kept going and going, and going, until the pleasure inside him built and built and finally exploded. Stars danced behind his eyelids and gooseflesh erupted all over his body. 

Cum jetted out of his cock, landing on the undergrowth of the forest in piles of white. 

When it was over, when the pleasure dimmed and shame set in, he kicked some leaves around with his foot so they covered his release. No need to show the world, even if it was just the forest’s animal kingdom. The less proof the better. 

Christ. He was losing his mind. 

Slowly, Jean did his pants back up and retraced his steps to the house. 

Jeremy was waiting for him on the front porch, sitting with his head laying on his folded arms atop his bent knees. The softness in his eyes was unbearable, like he knew what Jean had been doing. “Sit with me?” he asked when Jean came within hearing range. 

Jean would do anything for Jeremy, so of course he sat. He stared at the line of trees in front of the house across the wide driveway. 

“Was it a good one?” Jeremy asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood. When it didn’t work, when Jean couldn’t meet his eyes or chirp something back in return, he sobered. “I think this is our opening.”

It wasn’t what Jean had expected his boyfriend to say. He frowned, looking straight ahead still. “There is no opening. We saw something we shouldn’t have. He was jerking off. Everyone jerks off.”

“Yes. But then you fled the scene like the house was on fire,” Jeremy pointed out gently. “He’s not an idiot.”

Jean scoffed. “I don’t know. Have you met him? Besides, I wasn’t wearing exy gear.” Oh how the bitterness in his own voice pissed him off. “I doubt he registered anything major.”

Slowly, giving Jean time to shake his head no, Jeremy cupped his cheek and turned Jean so they could finally make eye contact. “All the times we’ve talked about it, did you mean it?” 

“What? Of course.”

Jeremy nodded, taking this at face value. 

They’d talked a lot about their feelings for Kevin, how similar those feelings were while also marveling at how wildly they differed. They’d talked about possibilities and scenarios. They’d dreamed up a life where two became three. Where they switched up being sandwiched between two warm bodies at night. 

Jeremy bit his lip, then, “When I tell you to imagine that my mouth on your dick is his and you then moan his name, do you mean it, or is it just sex-talk?” 

Jean’s cheeks were suddenly burning embers of fire. He remembered every single one of the times when they’d invited an imaginary Kevin into bed with them. He remembered the way his body had always reacted to those fantasies. How closing his eyes had transformed Jeremy’s hands into Kevin’s, and how, when he’d opened them again, covered in his own cum, Jeremy had looked at him with adoration in his eyes. 

He wanted it. 

He wanted the real deal. He had known this for months. Hell, years. Almost a decade, when all was said and done. 

“It’s not just sex-talk,” Jean admitted in a small voice. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was when talking with your boyfriend about wanting another man. 

Jeremy simply smiled, the way he did when he looked at Jean and found him worthy of his love. “It was never just sex-talk for me either.”

Jean had hoped — but hadn’t dared to believe. “You want Kevin to suck me off?”

“I want whatever you want, love.”

Jean took this in, in silence. At first. Then, “And if what I want is for you to suck him off?”

“Then I’m a lucky guy.” He looked at Jean and one side of his lips tipped up. “But I don’t want it without you.”

Jean nodded. That was exactly how he felt too. He wanted Kevin, yes, badly even, but not at the expense of Jeremy. “What if he says no?”

“Then he says no. And we keep doing what we’ve been doing. Jean, I don’t need him to be happy. I’m happy with you and I always will be.” 

Jean nodded again. They were eerily on the same page. It would have been disconcerting if it wasn’t so reassuring. “What if he says yes?”

A slow, bright smile stretched Jeremy’s lips. “Then he says yes and we’ll take it from there.” 

“Should we have rules?”

With a nod, Jeremy suggested, “How about we check in with each other with a look or a nod, but otherwise, we focus on Kevin? We let him tell us what he wants?”

Jean shivered at the thought. 

The thought of Kevin wanting him. Wanting them. 

“Oui. Okay. Bonne idée.”

Jeremy bumped his shoulder against Jean’s playfully. “I tend to have some once in a while.”

Jean pulled Jeremy against him and kissed him. Against his mouth he murmured, “Things might change.”

“I know. But change can be good.”

They stayed out on the porch, just the two of them, for another ten minutes before getting up and walking back inside. “Can you do the talking?” Jean whispered right as they were about to enter the living room. 

“Bien sûr.”

Kevin was sitting on the couch in the living room, his hands clasped in his lap and guilt oozing off him in waves. What did he have to feel guilty about? “I’m sorry,” he said. 

“Why? It’s us who should apologize,” Jeremy hurried to say. “We shouldn’t have walked in without your okay.”

Kevin was known to speak his mind. Good or bad, if he was thinking something, he was bound to say it. Unless it would affect his public persona. 

They were not in public. 

“I wasn’t just touching myself,” he confessed quietly, unable to look at either of them, opting for staring at his hands instead. “I was imagining it was you.”

Jeremy squeezed Jean’s hand. “Tell us more.”

Kevin’s head snapped up. “What?”

“Yes. We want to know.”

Incredulity showed in Kevin’s eyes. “Why?”

“Why do you think?”

“Oh.” He mulled it over. His familiar calculated look was in place. Then, “Jean was kissing me. Hard. Demanding. And Jeremy, you were, um you were —“

Jeremy squeezed Jean’s hand again. “Sucking your dick. You can say it.” 

“Swallowing around it, more like.”

“Even better.”

And if what I want is for you to suck him off? — Then I’m a lucky guy. 

“Kiss me,” Kevin blurted out. It stole Jean’s breath away. 

“Is that what want?” Jeremy questioned gently. 

“Yes.” 

“Who first?”

“Jean.”

Jean's heart took flight in his chest. Kevin wanted to kiss him. Kevin wanted Jean to kiss him. He dropped Jeremy’s hand and walked over to Kevin where he swung one leg up before sitting down on his lap, straddling him. This close, Kevin’s green eyes glittered like jewels. “Tu es sûre?” Jean asked softly in French. 

“Oui.”

“Pourquoi?”

Kevin frowned, two lines forming over the bridge of his nose. “Do I need a reason?” When Jean shook his head, Kevin took his hand, slid it underneath his t-shirt, and pressed it against his left peck, right above his heart. 

Kevin’s heart was beating out of control. 

Jean mirrored the gesture, bringing Kevin’s scared hand over his own heart. 

And there, beating like rabid birds dying of fright, the truth between them sang. “Kiss me,” Kevin pleaded. 

How could Jean not? 

He kissed the man he’d wanted to kiss since they’d become friends in hell. It was oddly sweet while also being addictively fiery. Over the years, Jean had rarely ever seen Kevin kiss anyone, and he’d always made sure, for some reason, to keep his and Jeremy’s pda around him down to a minimum. 

So the way the taller striker eased into the kiss before taking charge and devouring Jean came as a complete surprise. And as a result, Jean whimpered, then he groaned when he felt Kevin hardening underneath him. 

A hand landed in his neck and Jean knew it was Jeremy’s, the fingers stroking the line where his hair began in the soothing way Jean enjoyed when he was on edge. 

Eventually, Kevin unfused their mouths and his head fell back against the couch cushion. If anything, his heart was beating even faster. 

“Kevin?” Jeremy asked from where he was standing behind Jean, hand still in his neck, a familiar pressure. 

Kevin opened his eyes to reveal that half of their green had been swallowed up by black. “Yes?” he managed to mutter. 

“Do you want more?”

“More?” Kevin asked, the lines between his eyes making a reappearance. 

The smile on Jeremy’s lips was audible in his tone of voice. “We’ve been dreaming about this. For a while. Do you want us to make your fantasies come true?”

Kevin looked at Jean for guidance, and it was a whole other level of whiplash. “He’s not lying,” Jean told him quietly, as if speaking too loudly would scare the man into regaining his senses. He climbed off Kevin and sat down next to him instead. He looked at Jeremy when he said his next words. “We want to make you feel good.”

“Think about it. Don’t rush it. We don’t want to pressure you. If you say no it’s no and we’ll back off and never mention this again,” Jeremy added sagely.

Emotions warred inside Kevin, it didn’t take a genius to know this. But then he steeled himself and the Kevin they both knew from when he was on the Court shone through. “Yes.”

Jeremy grinned like he’d been given a million dollars. “How about you touch yourself Kevin? Show us how you like it.”

“Naked?” Kevin asked, defiant with a touch of nerves. 

“If you please,” Jeremy murmured. “Show us your body too.”

Kevin moved fast, but then there was a brief moment where —

“Kevin. Are you okay to do this?” Jean asked when Kevin hesitated with his hand hovering over the zipper of his jeans. 

“Yes. I just need a minute.”

“All the time you want and need.”

As soon as Kevin was entirely on display, gloriously naked, Jean was finally allowed to look. To appreciate. It wasn’t the same as seeing him slip in and out of his uniform in the changing room, or catching glimpses under the shower with the rest of the team. 

His body was built for professional sports, not an ounce of fat and every muscle well-defined. There was a light splattering of chest hair around his nipples and thinly down to the base of his cock. He clearly stayed on top of his personal grooming, and from the nest of trimmed pubes stood his erect cock, flushed and with a bead of precum at the tip. 

“There you go, gorgeous,” Jeremy praised him. 

The pet name seemed to travel straight to Kevin’s dick which twitched, and the man cupped his balls, putting on a show, spreading his legs. He looked — comfortable, like this. There was no other word for it. Proud, even. Who knew they would have a budding exhibitionist on their hands. Jean chuckled to himself. Not that it was any surprise, it shouldn’t be at least. Kevin liked attention. Kevin liked to show off. It was hot as hell. As much as it was infuriating on the Court. Jean could watch him for hours. 

Kevin rolled the globes in the palm of his hand and a small moan crept up his throat, his toes curling against the carpet. 

“So you like your balls played with?” Jeremy asked, mesmerized by the way Kevin handled them. 

“I think so, yeah.”

“So does Jean,” Jeremy announced with a smirk at his boyfriend. 

Jeremy moved next, taking off his own clothes after a quick check in with Jean, and sat down behind Kevin, spreading his legs on either side of the dark-haired striker’s body. Kevin’s hand sped up until Jeremy wrapped his own around it and slowed them. “Not so fast,” he murmured into Kevin’s ear. Jean could practically feel his boyfriend’s breath on his own skin just by looking at him. “Not right now. Maybe some other time.”

Kevin gasped and, wonders of wonders, let Jeremy guide him, handing over the reins. When he looked at Jean, the message in his eyes was clear — Why are you not more naked?

Jean cocked his head to the side. Is that what you want?

The response he got was Kevin bucking up into his own and Jeremy’s twined fists while holding pointed eye contact. Jean never got underdressed so fast in his life before. Kevin already knew the scars on his body, had been there to patch most of them up, so standing in the nude like this in front of him was less nerve wrecking than standing in front of Jeremy naked like this the first time had been. And the second time. And the third time. 

He and Kevin shared this history. In a way, the scars were a roadmap to their friendship. 

“You’re beautiful,” Kevin murmured. 

Jean blushed, then he sank down on his knees between Kevin’s spread legs and admired the way his cockhead glistened with precum, peaking in and out of their fists. 

He looked up at Jeremy who grinned knowingly before joining him down on the floor. 

They sat side by side, shoulders and thighs and knees touching. Connected. Together. 

“What are you?” Kevin started asking, but he shut himself up with a gasp when Jean leaned in and licked a slow line up the underside of his cock. “Fuck,” he whined next. 

Not to be outdone, Jeremy joined the effort to blow Kevin’s mind. He leaned forward too and dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit of Kevin’s cockhead, flicking it in and out repeatedly as Jean kissed the side of the shaft from balls to the sensitive V. 

They pulled back as one. 

“Is this okay?” Jean asked earnestly. 

Kevin’s eyes widened and he sort of snorted. “Tu rigoles? Is this okay? I should be the one asking you.”

Jean smiled. He found one of Jeremy’s hands and held it tightly while saying to Kevin, “Watch how okay I am with this.” He blinked a few times at Kevin, to see if the man would decline, then opened his mouth wide enough to swallow the entirety of Kevin’s cock till it bumped the back of his throat. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Kevin cried out, his body fighting against the urge to thrash around at the onslaught of pleasure. The moment Jean slid back up and let the cock fall out of his mouth, Jeremy was there to take his place and repeat the motion. 

This time, Jean got to see the way Kevin reacted to being deepthroated. And it was a glorious sight. 

They alternated in this fashion for a couple of minutes before combining forces. Then they attached each of their mouths on either side of Kevin’s cock and kissed it from root to tip. A deep, rumbling groan sounded from within Kevin’s chest and his hands curled and uncurled into fists like he was fighting to hold back from gripping their hair. 

When Jeremy’s mouth reached Kevin’s cockhead again and he licked over the slit with firm pressure Jean knew all too well, Jean dipped lower to curl his tongue around Kevin’s balls, enjoying the taste and feel of skin. 

Jean teased Kevin’s balls, nipping with his lips too, until Kevin lost the battle against his hand and threaded fingers through Jean’s locks. Jean couldn’t help the purr that escaped him, earning him a sly look of amusement from Jeremy. 

As Jeremy started suckling the tip of Kevin’s dick, Jean came back up and stole his lips in a sloppy kiss that tasted like foreign precum. Making out with Kevin’s cock between them shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. 

With one look, Jean and Jeremy parted to sit back in their heels and gaze up at Kevin who looked wrecked already. “Are you okay?” Jeremy asked. 

Kevin’s eyes widened a little when Jeremy leaned over to kiss the crown of his dick. “Yes,” he choked. 

“Do you want more?”

“Please.”

Jeremy nodded and quickly settled the way he’d been seated before, behind Kevin and with his chest plastered to the taller striker’s back. He smiled at Jean over Kevin’s shoulder, who understood it for what it meant. 

While Jeremy kissed the shell of Kevin’s ear, Jean went back down on Kevin, taking him deep enough to bury his nose in his dark, well-trimmed pubes. Above him, Kevin spluttered and cursed softly, all while Jeremy whispered things into his ear Jean couldn’t hear. 

Whatever it was, it had Kevin’s dick throbbing and leaking against Jean’s tongue. 

Then, “Have you ever played with your hole?” Jeremy asked Kevin, his voice a tad deeper than when he was in a normal conversation. Jean knew that voice, he knew it well. 

“No,” Kevin replied. Then, lower, “Yes. But, I could never, the angle.” He stopped himself from saying more.

“Would you like Jean to fuck you with his finger? Make you feel good?” Jeremy asked him sweetly, biting the lobe of his ear playfully, trying to loosen the nerves in Kevin’s body. “He could show you how to make it good. I promise he’s a natural.”

Kevin jerked his head in a frantic nod. 

Jean didn’t waste any time. He looked at Jeremy and told him, “Open up, love,” which Jeremy did immediately. Jean knew where his boyfriend’s gagging threshold was, and he wanted to cross it so Kevin would hear it, hear how pliant he could be sometimes. He thrust three fingers into Jeremy’s mouth along his hot tongue until they were lodged deep in the back of his throat. He gagged, just as expected, and choked. A lovely lovely sound. Kevin’s eyes grew wide and he turned his head to the left to see up close what Jeremy looked like when filled. Jean didn’t miss the way his pupils dilated, swallowing up the green. To Jeremy he added, “Suck on them. Get them wet for me; get them wet for Kevin.”

Jeremy tried to slurp around the fingers but Jean kept jabbing them down his throat to hear him gag and then gag some more. It was intoxicating, and truth be told, he could do it all night long, drive both men insane. But he had been given a mission — to make Kevin feel good. And that’s exactly what he would do. 

As soon as he deemed his fingers wet enough, he pulled them free from Jeremy’s mouth, who kissed their tip quickly. “Relax for me,” Jean told Kevin, drawing circles into the skin of Kevin’s belly with his other hand. When he trailed the slick fingers behind his balls and along his taint, applying pressure that had Kevin’s toes curling, Jeremy started jerking his dick in slow strokes. 

Then Jean’s fingers slipped between Kevin’s cheeks and touched his hole. He pushed, not to breach, not yet, but to ease the muscles into relaxing. 

Before they got any further, Kevin shook his head. “Wait. I’m not ready. Not for that.” He choked. “Not yet.” 

Not yet. 

“C’est okay. Ne t’inquiète pas. There are a million other things we can do to make you feel good.”

Suddenly, a predatory gleam entered Kevin’s eyes and he pushed Jean backwards with a hand on his chest. He went with him and when Jean landed on his back, Kevin hovered over him before surging down and taking his mouth. 

“Holy shit,” came Jeremy's breathy and awed voice. Jean heard his knees thump down on the floor behind Kevin. “Kevin? I need to. Can I?”

Kevin frowned, so Jean spoke up. “You’ll like it, trust me.”

And since the taller striker trusted Jean, he muttered, “Yes,” against his shoulder. A moment later, he inhaled sharply, followed by a cry and the arching of his back. “Oh, shit.”

“Lean into it,” Jean urged him. “He’ll make you feel good. I told you. A million ways. Stick with us, and we’ll show you them all.” He wrapped his hand around Kevin’s cock. 

Kevin was quickly unraveling before Jean’s eyes who had a front row seat to the extraordinary show. This was a side to him Jean had never seen before, and he wondered if anyone ever had. Or was this for him and Jeremy alone? Were Jean and Jeremy the two only souls on this planet capable of stripping Kevin of all veneer and pretense?

“Do it,” Jeremy said into Kevin’s ear, loud enough for Jean to hear him as well. “Fuck his fist. Make yourself come.”

Kevin bucked and thrust through Jean’s loose fist. Gradually, he lost himself in the rhythm and the motion, sweat running down his temple and between his pecs. He was beautiful like this, in a way Jean had never seen him before. The more Jean tightened his hold around Kevin’s cock, the more Kevin lost it. Until he came with a bitten off grunt and stilled completely, his teeth digging into his bottom lip in a way that looked painful. 

Jean freed the lip with his thumb and forefinger. “Let us hear you.”

Kevin groaned and jerked one last time. His eyes were wild with the tell tale sign of his pleasure. His voice was shaking when he told Jean, “Scoot up a bit.”

“You don’t have to,” Jean told him. 

Hurt flashed in Kevin’s eyes. “You don’t want it?”

Jean couldn’t have that hurt be Kevin’s post-orgasm emotion. “I’ve wanted it for years. Suck me, Kevin.” It was always a gamble telling the Queen of exy what to do, but in this case, he shook and bent down when Jean scooted up. Wet heat engulfed his aching cock and he struggled not to buck up. 

It wasn’t Jeremy giving him a blowjob. It was Kevin. And it was Kevin’s first time. Fucking down his throat was not how Jean wanted to introduce him to the wonders of giving oral sex. That could come later, if Kevin wanted a repeat. 

Jean really fucking hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. The first and last. The thought was unbearable, so he banished it, zeroing in on Kevin’s tongue tentatively tasting him.

“Does it feel good, mon amour?” Jeremy asked. 

Both Jean and Kevin moaned in agreement. 

“Kevin,” Jeremy added, “he wants you to suck as hard as you can. Use a bit of teeth. He enjoys the sting.”

It was unfair for Jeremy to share secrets of the trade, but Jean was grateful when the sweet drag of blunt teeth grazed his cock. 

“Just a bit harder. When he starts gasping, that’s when you know you’re doing it right,” Jeremy carried on. 

It wasn’t long before Jean gasped and hissed and got lost in Kevin working him over. Pain was part of his pleasure. Not a lot of it, just a whisper, something he’d discovered with Jeremy by accident one night when he’d taken Jeremy by surprise and thrust in too deep too fast. Teeth had bitten down involuntarily. 

The finesse Jean usually needed wasn’t there, but Kevin’s eagerness made up for it in more ways than one. He grunted and whined and bit his lips hard. He wanted, god how he wanted. His hips started moving, lifting off the floor, and Kevin moaned around him. 

In the end, those moans were what pushed Jean over the edge. He warned Kevin who doubled down and stayed put, holding Jean’s cock flat on his tongue when Jean came. 

No sooner had Kevin pulled off him, did Jean make a wild gesture to gain his attention. “Kiss me,” he pleaded before his orgasm had even run its full course, shocks still skipping through him. “Please.”

Kevin looked down on him with a confused expression. 

“Don’t swallow. Just kiss me.”

Jeremy bent over Kevin so his head appeared next to the taller striker’s ear. “Do it. He likes. He craves it.” 

Tasting himself on Kevin’s tongue, sharing his own cum between them, did not have the usual effect on him it always did with Jeremy. Tears stung his eyes suddenly, and a lump the size of Texas locked the back of his throat. He wanted to cry. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to cry. 

He didn’t. 

There was nothing sexy about crying. 

Instead he swallowed his own release right when Kevin gasped into his mouth, tongues still touching. 

Jean knew what was happening, even without the visual. Jeremy was jerking his cock and then he was coming on Kevin’s ass, spreading one cheek to coat his hole. Looking into Kevin’s eyes while it was all happening was a new kind of experience, one filled with wonder and tenderness and raw want. And then, when Kevin gasped brokenly, a great stutter, a ripple of shivers going through him, Jean knew Jeremy was rubbing his cum against the furled skin of Kevin’s asshole with the head of his cock. He knew that move well. “That feel good?” Jean asked softly. 

“Yes,” Kevin sobbed hoarsely. 

“Just wait till he fucks you. He’ll make you feel loved and you’ll see stars. When you’re ready.” And because he could, Jean framed Kevin’s face in his hands and kissed him like he’d been dreaming of doing since the first time he’d looked into those green eyes. 

“Shit,” Kevin murmured. 

Afterwards, they fell side by side on the floor. Jeremy turned on his side and threw a leg over Kevin’s thighs; Jean caught his foot and started massaging it. 

Kevin turned to look at Jeremy. “I didn’t get to kiss you,” he muttered. 

“You want to?”

“Yes.”

They leaned forward at the same time and their lips met softly, and what should have made Jean feel splintered and cold, watching his boyfriend kiss Kevin, made him feel warm and whole. 

“What now?” Kevin asked, breaking the kiss nervously. 

“Whatever we want,” Jeremy said. 

“The others are coming tomorrow,” Kevin pointed out. 

Jean turned Kevin’s face to him. “Tu veux qu’on s’arrête ici?”

Kevin blushed. “Tu connais la réponse.”