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It was the third near-crash they got themselves into because Leeroy couldn’t bring himself to drive on the right side of the road.
“Jesus, get a grip Leeroy or we ain’t leaving France alive.” commented Keith within a chuckle. “You should be glad the others are asleep.” he continued, taking a peek at behind him, witnessing the sleepy figures of Liam and Maxim. “Maxim would have never let you drive again.”
“Maybe” Leeroy answered, turning left because they were finally met with a sign that indicated their final destination “Villard-de-Lans”a small village in the Northern Alpes in the south of France. They were there for an intense week of skiing and snowboarding, which promised to be quite intense yet relaxing after playing so many gigs to celebrate the release of their first album.
They had a week to spend in France before going to the US to play shows, and thank god their planning was perfect because french folks were not in holiday and so they could be pretty sure that the station would be mostly empty. At least during weekdays.
The road was not too complicated, but definitely wild enough to give motion sickness to those sensitive to it. Harsh turns and the growing heights were not something Keith really had troubles with, but he really preferred chatting to distract himself.
“This is gonna be so cool to be honest. A whole week here sounds amazing.” Leeroy hummed in agreement. The forests of pines surrounding them were definitely a sight they weren’t used to. Keith kept on going, but after letting out a sad-sounding sigh. “Only thing is that I’m super fucking pent-up and I gotta wait for tonight because there’s no way we’ll wait until tomorrow to go discover the place.” he smiled a little, but Leeroy could sense that he was being really honest. Keith was in need of a fuck, or a quickie, or anything. And Leeroy understood his pain. He also hated waiting when he was like that.
“You got this man. And with the fun we’ll have you won’t see time pass.”
“I hope so” replied Keith before engaging a conversation about other, less horny, kind of stuff. “I’ve also been thinking about writing lyrics too…”
“For what? Gigs? Next album?” quivered Leeroy, slightly taken aback by this sudden confession that was out of character coming from Keith the dancer.
“Next album. Writing stuff like Maxim did. I don’t know, I feel capable of doing it y’know?” Keith answered, shrugging a little at his own words. “I have stuff to say too. I’m kinda done screaming with my body only, ‘feel like I wanna scream with my actual voice now.”
Leeroy sighed “I dunno, I can’t really relate, but I’m sure Liam would hear you out if you tell him.” he focused back on the road, taking the turn that was supposed to lead them to their hotel. He really prayed this road was the good one because none of them spoke french and they would be a bit screwed to find their way again.
“Maybe…”
“Can you look around and tell me if you see the hotel? We shouldn’t be far from it.” Leeroy asked, and his sentence was followed by an enthusiastic answer from his mate
“Sure!”
It took them 20 minutes to finally find the right road, but they finally parked in front of the hotel at last, putting an end to their car ride trip that lasted way too many hours. It took Leeroy and Keith 5 more minutes to wake Maxim and Liam up, the latter being kinda grumpy that his nap was interrupted.
They took their luggage out of the car’s trunk, rolled their suitcase to the hotel, and desperately tried to make themselves understood by the employee at the reception. Leeroy was letting out embarrassed laugh at the confused expression of the french young man who wasn’t understanding a single word of what they were saying.
“We booked a room here!” Leeroy said, as slowly as he could, Keith on his side mimicking someone sleeping after pointing at their group.
“Sa mère, j’comprends rien…” mumbled the employee, turning around to open a door leading to a private room.
“David! J’capte rien à ce que les anglais racontent!!”
He called, and another, older man, joined the conversation, a cig hanging out at the corner of his lips.
“Qu’est ce qui se passe encore?” he growled.
“Baaaah…” replied the youngster, vaguely waving at the four men standing in front of him. Called “David” sighed, loudly, pushed the young man away and opened a register, flipping through the pages with expertise. His eyes left the book and the scribbles on it to look at the group.
“Z’etes Leroi?” he asked, with a french accent that was strong. So strong that Leeroy didn’t even recognized his name.
“Ehm…” he hesitated, repeating his name for the third time now, hoping it would help. “Leeroy Thornhill?”
David grumbled, looked back down, and came up with an easier solution.
“Y’a un Liam parmi vous ou pas?”
“Yes! Yes that’s me!!” exclaimed Liam with joy and relief when he heard his name, Thank god at least one of them had a pretty transparent name.
“Bah voila.” David said with a smile as well, before giving a bump into the young man’s shoulder. “C’était pas si compliqué! Bon, va leur montrer leur chambre maintenant, ils ont la 203” The young man yelped, before walking around the counter.
“Ils sont les quatres ensemble?” he quivered, to the attention of his boss, as he opened a nearby cabinet with all the keys inside.
“Oui.” David answered, closing the register and going back to what seemed to be his room.
The young man took a specific key, closed the cabinet, and indicated to the group that they had to follow him with a simple sign of the hand. They went up two floors, climbing the stairs made of wood, until they reached a big, comfortable looking bedroom. Leeroy and Liam followed the young man around as he made them visit the room, explaining a few things with some mimes before handing them the keys and leaving them alone.
“That was really hard to understand Jesus Christ.” Liam complained, rubbing his temples with exaggerated pain.
“I better learn a bit of french for next time.” joked Leeroy, coming back into the living room they had where Maxim and Keith already unpacked most of their stuff.
“I don’t think it’s like a french you could learn.” commented Maxim. “Sounded like it was a bit like our Scottish folks y’know?”
“Kinda, yeah…” admitted Leeroy as he collapsed in the good looking sofa. He stretched his loooooong legs with a pleased groan. They were so sore because of all the driving and now he could finally enjoy being sat in a comfortable manner. He yawned, and felt Keith sitting on his side, nuzzling his body against his, resting his head on his shoulder. Leeroy wrapped an arm around him, and around Liam who settles himself on the other side.
“Come on guys we’re in the best spot ever to ski, there’s snow outside and y’all want to just stay here and be lazy?” Maxim commented, a bit disappointed, crossing his arms over his chest and giving the trio his most judgmental look.
“Just a few minutes. Then we can go explore a bit.” argued Leeroy, Liam joining him with some top-tier argument:
“And from what I’ve understood, with the “package” we took, we already have our sort-of tickets to access the ski station, so we won’t lose time anyway once we’re there.” the youngest man closed his eyes and smirked a little, knowing Maxim won’t really have any answer that could overthrow his “Which means we can take our time.”
Maxim sighed, resigning, and deciding to use his time to prepare all of their ski clothes to make the upcoming dressing up process easier. He lined up their ski suits, that were more or less the same model, each with a different color scheme.
His was more leaning into the purple and black tones, Leeroy’s had some green and yellow tones that matched, Liam’s was blue and gray, and Keith had the most “eccentric” looking, with all the bright oranges, reds and yellows.
Sometimes he couldn’t get over how clownish they looked with them. But whatever to be honest, they still all pulled up some quite crazy stunts. Maxim took out his notebook and a pen out of his bag, sat at the table unlike his friends, and started scribbling for as long as this pause lasted.
At some point, Liam yawned, and gave himself little slaps on the cheeks to wake himself up.
“Okay! ‘m ready! Let’s go out!” he said, trying to motivate the other two guys that were being lazy on the couch next to him. He shook a little Leeroy before standing up, his tactics apparently very effective because the taller man stood up as well. Maxim let his pen fall onto the page, standing up as well and grabbing his ski suit.
“I’m taking the bathroom, you guys should get Keith moving in the meanwhile.”
Indeed, the dancer was grumbling, still laying on the couch, apparently incapable of bringing himself to stand up. Liam rolled his eyes in the back of his head, and walked back to the couch to shake Keith’s shoulders.
“C’mon Flinty! You’ll have all the time in the world to rest tonightttt”
Keith just sighed, Liam was growing a little irritated, so Leeroy dragged the latter back gently.
“Let me handle that” he said to Liam “Go get your suit on.” he also suggested, getting a nod from Liam who left the living room to get dressed in the bedroom. Leeroy leaned forward, over Keith’s figure who still wouldn’t move willingly.
“What’s going on Keith?” he quivered, raising a hand to caress his cheek, an attempt to comfort him.
“I’m…” he started, but his voice quickly toned down to a whisper only Leeroy could hear.”I’m just so fucking needy, I can’t get over it.” he marked a pause, sighed, and closed his eyes. “-t pisses me off.”
“I get it.” Leeroy answered, not really sure how to respond to that, and not really willing to engage more with this neediness due to their ongoing other plans. “I’m sure snowboarding will make you think ‘bout something else though.” he assured, leaned down a little more to give Keith a peck on the forehead. “Come on, I’m sure you can do this.”
This kiss seemed to have enough effect to motivate Keith, who groaned, but finally stood up, and dragged himself to the nearby table to grab his ski suit. Leeroy gave him a good pat on the head to congratulate him in some way, perfectly synced with the arrival of Maxim into the room.
“Got him up? Good job Leeroy.” Maxim said, “Bathroom is free for one of y’all.”
“I’ll go!” said Leeroy, quite enthusiastically, due to a particular though forming, little by little, in his mind. In the hidden bathroom, as he was switching his jeans for the suit, he brainstormed a little more. Taking the bathroom before Keith indirectly forced the latter to really change, forbidding him to take time to potentially please himself because it would keep his friends waiting. The devilish plan Leeroy just came up with was on the right tracks. He was so ready to do everything in his power to keep his friend that way: needy.
Because yes, Leeroy wanted more of this desperate Keith He was convinced that he could get quite far with it. He just needed to make his craving situation worse. It would be easier with Liam’s and Maxim’s help (He will eventually get their help), but for now, he had to get ready, still allowing a part of his mind to wander in the gigantic field of sex-related ideas he could use against poor Keith Flint growing neediness.
When he got out of the bathroom, he found Liam and Maxim waiting on the couch he was previously sat on. He deduced easily that Keith has probably taken Liam’s place in the bedroom. He was proven right two minutes later, when Keith opened and closed the bedroom door before leading the way outside the room, outside the hotel, back to their car to pick up their snowboards.
They walked up the path that led to the ski station. Showed their tickets at the agents that controlled the entries, and finally discovered the skiing domain. Liam had grabbed a map at the reception of the hotel, and so was able to guide them towards the few ski slopes reserved for the snowboarders.
There were not a lot of people, which was perfect for them.
“Let’s snowboard it down once to see what it’s like.” said Leeroy as they walked towards the ski lift. The rest of the group followed, and ten minutes later, they found themselves on the top of a hill.
“What color is it?” quivered Maxim; looking down at the slope to try to estimate the difficulty given to it just with his bare eyes.
“Blue” answered Liam, “’ts a blue run.”
“Looks like one” replied Maxim, sliding his ski goggles on. Keith did the same, and adjusted his beanie at the same occasion.
“Who goes first?” questioned Leeroy, but as soon as the last word fell out of his mouth, Keith launched himself forward and started to swiftly slide the hill down. “Got my answer” he added with his usual sunshine-like smile before following Keith. Liam and Maxim did just the same, following the path opened by their two friends. Liam was the only one who left the “track” they were making, drifting left to get onto the bumpy part of the run, using the bumps to do quite impressive jumps. He also sped up that way, passing in front of Maxim, and nearly overruned Leeroy as well.
They met back at the bottom of the hill, sharing a quick conversation about the run they just did.
“It’s a great one, bumps seem nice, enough to do some tricks on them.” Keith explained.
“I can confirm” smiled Liam, who didn’t bother waiting for the others to try out those bumps.
They went back to the top, and ran it down at least 3 times each, doing various tricks on the way down. Grabs, flips, ollies… pretty much everything was in their power for most of them.
Liam and the rest of the group was watching Keith slide the hill down, and also watched him as he fell on the last bump, rolling down the last meters. They laughed before helping him, you couldn’t really blame them, this fall was quite cartoonish. Keith was laughing as well, more fear than harm in any case, and he was even feeling fine enough to try it again.
“Fuck! Okay I’ll give it another try, then we can go somewhere else” he rushed to the ski lift, not leaving the time for his friends to disagree.
Maxim, Liam and Leeroy waited there, and it was the perfect occasion for Leeroy to expose his plan to his two companions.
“’kay guys, I’ve got some interesting stuff to tell y’all while he’s not here.” he immediately got their interest, the both of them turning their heads towards him.
“Keith told me earlier that he was needy.” he started, his smile growing wider and wider, “and when I say needy, I mean needy.”
“Not so surprising from him” chuckled Liam.
“And I was thinking” kept going Leeroy “maybe we could made it worse y’know? Until he’s crying and begging.” His own ideas sent delicious shivers down his spine as the images of Keith on his knees, crying for attention, appeared behind him now closed eyelids.
“Could be nice yeah…” agreed Maxim, before laughing at himself “Fuck man, now I’m impatient to be back at the hotel to tease him.” They shared a laugh as their attention focused back on their future victim who was finally nailing his tricks on his way back down.
“Not a word about it obviously” added Leeroy just before Keith slid down the last bump and joined them under the weak applause of Liam. Keith bowed a little, as if he was some sort of trick master who just finished his show.
“We could give a try to the red run? But I believe we won’t have the time to really do tricks on it, station is gonna close soon.” said Leeroy, pointing out the station schedule that was on the corner of the map.
“We should get going then” said Liam, grabbing the map off of Leeroy’s hands, using it to lead the way to the slope that was given the red difficulty. Quickly, the group of four reached the red ski lift before the employee could shut it down. Maxim, who was the least experimented in snowboarding between the four of them, had a bit of apprehension. The more he looked down, the more he grew a bit scared of the harsh inclination of the slope.
Leeroy pat his back to encourage him. “Don’t ask yourself too many questions. Just go with the flow.” he whispered, not that Keith and Liam could heard him since they were already on their way down. Maxim nodded, and went forward as well. Sensing Leeroy behind him was a good reassurance, and weirdly enough, the more he gathered speed, the more he felt confident. And even though he nearly crashed into a tree by the end of it, he did finish the run standing proud on his board.
They all exchanged a high five and snowboarded back to the exit of the station, getting off their boards to walk the way back to the hotel parking, throwing their boards back into the car trunk. Liam and Leeroy stayed outside for a bit longer than their friends, feeling the little need for a cig.
Leeroy took off his cigarettes out of his pocket, pre-rolled because he’s a lazy guy like that. Liam took out his lighter, the one he always had on him for some reasons even if he wasn’t the biggest smoker of the group. He just liked having one, especially the one in his hand because it was all black, with sick-looking patterns on it. Liam lit up Leeroy’s cig, letting him take a few drags before stealing it and take some as well.
They went back and forth for a while, until the cig was too small to be smoked without burning their fingers. Leeroy stepped on the remaining of what they smoked, making sure it was put off before they went back in the hotel. His mouth though, even if it wasn’t stuck on a cig’s butt anymore, was kept busy by Liam’s, the two guys sharing a slightly deepened kiss before going back inside.
It was a thing between all of them. Sharing this kind of stuff randomly, just because they felt like it. They were not boyfriends by any means, they’ve never made anything official, and they were fine with that.
Liam could still taste the taste of nicotine on Leeroy’s lips. He disliked it, but he couldn’t get enough of this taste. He despised smoking, but couldn’t get enough of it. It sucked in a way, but whatever, he still kissed the taste off Leeroy’s tongue. They kept on going for a little while, until Leeroy pinned Liam on the car’s door.
Liam pushed him away: “Not too much.” he smiled. Leeroy still steal one last peck from him, almost getting Liam to deepen the kiss again and forget what he just said.
They entered the hotel, climbed the stairs, and opened the door to their room, finding themselves walking onto a scene they were not expecting to see so soon.
Maxim, shirtless, pining Keith onto the couch with one hand on his throat. It could have looked like the smaller man had said something so outrageous that pissed off Maxim so bad that he needed to kill him, but the look of Keith was saying something else.
His eyelids were dropped half the way down, his mouth was slightly open, and despite his hands being tied behind his back, he was still rocking his hips up to have some contact with Maxim’s body.
“You didn’t even wait for us?” almost swore Liam, angry to see that Maxim took advantage of the time they were out for a cig to start having fun without them.
“He fucking latched himself onto me!” Maxim replied, trying to ignore the whimpers of Keith as he pressed his hand a little harder on his throat.
“Calm down guys” interrupted Leeroy, calmly walking in, getting closer to the duo on the couch. He gently moved Maxim’s hand away, adding a comment about that. “This is not how we make someone more desperate you know?”. He had the right to comment on Maxim’s manner, since he was by far the most experimented of the whole group when it came down to sex. He had tried a lot of stuff, and was even in contact with the BDSM scene.
“Move off of him.” Maxim did as he was told, a bit curious of what will be Leeroy’s methods. “Keith, would you kneel down?” that question wasn’t really one, everyone understood that. But the fact that it somehow sounded a kit kinder than a straight up command.
Keith slid off the couch, fell on his knees just in front of Leeroy. He could only look up at him, feeling so little compared to him, more than usual.
“Good boy” praised Leeroy, not giving him the usual pat on the head that came with that compliment. Keith whimpered a little, but Leeroy’s attention already left him.
“We should take our clothes off.” he suggested to the other guys, who stripped down to their underwear, except Liam who kept his jorts on.
“You had those under your suit?” quivered Maxim.
“Yeah, ‘else I’m too cold.” Liam answered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why d’you keep ‘em on anyway? It ain’t that cold here.” he stepped up to Liam, a smirk forming on his face. “Oh I know, you wanna play hard to get don’t you?”
Liam’s face flushed red as he tried to deny what Maxim guessed right. “No! I just… felt like it y’know?”
“suuuuure…” Maxim smiled, suddenly taking Liam in his arms to carry him around, throwing Liam on the nearest storage furniture which top was empty, making him sat on it as he pushed his legs open to take the place in between them. He didn’t lose more time and captured Liam’s lips, trying to refrain some of his feral urges for now, for Keith.
The latter was watching, mesmerized. His hands were involuntary battling against his restrains, his body instinctively needing to free itself to join them. Leeroy sat on the couch, next to Keith, and observed the intense making out of Liam and Maxim. He saw Keith turn his head towards him in the corner of his vision, but pretended he didn’t paid attention.
“Leeroy…” he heard his little complaint, but again, ignored it. He knew his methods by heart, he had been with whiny bottoms before, and knew how to make them really desperate. They always think it’s the end of the world because they don’t get what they want with a few whimpers, but after being denied for long enough, Leeroy could guarantee you that they’ll be able to control their urges and even edge themselves properly.
“Don’t ignore me Leeroy please, you know how desperate I am, I told you!” Keith voice was pitched higher than usual, a vain attempt at softening Leeroy’s will. He wiggled on his knees, got closer to Leeroy who still wouldn’t laid his eyes on him. Even if he was rubbing his face onto his knee, Leeroy would not give him a single, quick glance. “Leeroy please…”
“Shhh…” the taller man softly shushed. “Focus on the show they’re giving us.” he suggested, the other pair getting into more heated practices than just french kissing. Maxim’s lips left Liam’s, trailed their way down to to his neck, kissing every mole on their way.
Maxim was biting, sucking, licking that one sweet sensitive spot on Liam’s neck, the latter getting revenge by gently twisting Maxim’s nipple piercing. The moan that left the taller man’s mouth was half filled with pain, the other with some sick kind of pleasure.
“Don’t you wish you were at Liam’s place?” whispered Leeroy, deciding to encourage Keith’s mind to get going on the fantasizing. “Just pinned down by Maxim who’s waaaay stronger than you…” Leeroy did not expected a full-on moan, but he got one.
“Look back at me.” he said, and Keith’s eyes immediately left the figures of his friends. “You want attention sooner?” he quivered, the obvious answer of Keith being a nod. “Okay, okay” started Leeroy, following his plan step by step “You just have to follow one simple rule, y’think you can do that?” Another nod.
“Good. From now on, you won’t be allowed to swallow.” Keith’s eyes opened wider, Leeroy could tell he was surprised.
“But… I’ll choke on my spit? If you wanna choke me you can y’know?” said Keith, trying to sound as teasing as he could. But Leeroy’s mind was unbreakable through some weak teasing.
“Nooo, you won’t, because you’ll open that pretty mouth of yours,” his fingers slipped into Keith’s mouth as he explained the details, his index and middle finger pressing down onto his tongue so he would open wide. “and let it flow out.”
“Okay…” Keith whimpered, finally getting a hint of reward, a pat on the head, and two words he would never get tired of hearing: “Good boy.”
Leeroy then left him, taking the few steps that separated him from Liam and Maxim, who he slightly nudged the shoulder of;
“Y’got some time for me?”
Maxim didn’t vocally answer, but he did left Liam behind to slide into Leeroy’s arms, passing his own behind his back to grip at his shoulder blades. Liam grumbled a little, and quickly got bored of the vision of Leeroy and Maxim kissing. He needed to be the center of the attention of someone.
He jumped off the counter top, joined Keith who was still kneeling. It was probably hurting a bit, but Liam was sure that as soon as he cupped his jaw, he forgot all the pain he might have had in his lower body that moment. He locked his gaze with Keith’s desperate one, and chuckled at how desperate he was.
“Leeroy really know his ways with you. I need to learn how to get you like that too…” he whispered, his free hand worked on his belt buckle with agility. “But I know some tricks too.” he smiled, sliding his belt off his jorts’ belt loops swiftly, and letting go of Keith’s chin to wrap the leather piece of clothing he just took off around his neck. He secured the new improvised “collar” by locking it tight enough, and kept the longer free part into his hand, not pulling on it just yet.
“I know that you like to be a good puppy don’t you?”
Keith eagerly nodded. Liam could have told him that he was a fucking worm he wouldn’t have minded much. He was getting attention and it’s all that mattered to him. Liam tugged on what could be considered to be his leash now:
“Voice it.”
“Ye-” he got cut off by Liam tugging harder.
“I don’t remember that puppies can talk.” he spat, his tone serious.
“Woof.” whimpered Keith, hoping that his eyes that matched his now dog-like look would convince Liam to forgive him for trying to speak.
“That’s better.” He commented, his smile back on his face. He noticed how Keith was scooping his saliva with his tongue, just to push it out his pretty lips. “Are you drooling all over yourself just because you feel like it, or did Leeroy told you something?”
Keith was about to answer, but remember he couldn’t. So his eyes just went from Liam to Leeroy, and vice versa.
“I see. Well keep it that way, ‘t makes you pretty.” Liam’s mind drifted away a little, his free hand going to Keith’s chin, taking up the saliva covering it just to slide it back into his mouth. It wasn’t meant to be that sensual, but the both of them let out a sigh, Keith’s one sounding more like a moan obviously.
Their little interlude was interrupted by Maxim and Leeroy joining them, each one taking place alongside one of Liam’s side. They were surrounded Keith, who had no escape at all, with them around him and the couch behind. But he didn’t want to leave, to flee anyway. Good boys don’t move, good puppies don’t run away from their owner.
“Lean back against the couch” commanded Leeroy, “I wanna see somethin’”
Keith did as told, remaining on his knees but leaning back until his upper back was in almost in contact with the couch. His head sure was, but with Liam still holding his collar firmly, his neck and upper back were not quite all the way down.
But it was okay, Leeroy just wanted a better view on what was going on down there. He could not refrain a smile when he saw that Keith was just as he wanted him to be, physically at least. He was harder than he was, leaking for sure given the gigantic wet patch that was very visible on his boxer, and maybe even throbbing if he was desperate enough already.
“We can start to give him attention, I think. And he can absolutely give us some too.” Leeroy commented, being met with the instant agreement of both of his friends.
Liam leaned down, gave a harsh tug to Keith’s leash to bring him closer and smash their lips together. It was Maxim who pulled Liam back because he wanted to help Keith get on the couch properly. Few seconds later, Keith was sandwiched in between Liam and Maxim on the couch, the latter behind him and the former in front, having captured his lips again.
Keith wrapped his arms around Liam’s neck, his hands going down his back, his nails scratching at it because he was so desperate for more. None of the three heard Leeroy dragging a chair next to the sofa. He sat on it, a content smile on his face. He was okay being considered a kind of cuck. Did he really care that he was one? These guys were beautiful and them making out was a masterpiece of a show, who wouldn’t be happy to just sit there and watch them. And Leeroy was patient. If he had to wait until Liam and Maxim were done, wait until Keith was already filled to the brim to get his turn, trust him, he will.
He liked the back and forth energy going on, Maxim pulling Keith closer as he marked his neck up, and Keith pulling himself closer to Liam right after. Without shame, he started touching himself, gently, just caressing his hardening dick in a pleasant way that wasn’t too much either. His hand slid under the waistband of his underwear when he heard Keith moan in between two kisses:
“Touch me-” it was probably to everyone there, and he was probably talking about a very specific kind of touching, because he was, indeed, already being touched, Maxim’s hands all over his chest already. Neither Liam nor Maxim's hands went down to provide Keith with what he needed. Although a leg was positioned in between his legs, brushing against his crotch.
“Hump against it if you need it so bad" quickly replied Liam, muffling Keith's moans with his lips again. And what could do Keef except obey to his own primal desires? He jerked his hips up and down with insistence, rubbing his dick in the most humiliating way against the thigh of one of he guys he fell in love with.
Liam felt Keith's lips left his. He would have got angry if it was a meant action, but it wasn't. It was all Leeroy's fault, who gently grabbed Keith's hair and guided his head towards his dick. Keith didn't seem very opposed to this either. It was like he had forgot how soft and perfect Liam's lips were as soon as they were replaced with Leeroy's tip.
One thing Liam was sure of, is that if he were one day to be naked next to Leeroy and being forced to give Keith the choice of who he wanted to suck off, he would choose him for sure. Because he knew how much his friend was obsessed with his frenulum ladder, obsessed with those 4 metallic bars adorning the underside of his cock. He loved feeling every single one of them with his tongue, slowly.
Leeroy did have a dick piercing, but his prince Albert was nothing compared to his ladder. It wasn't as easy to feel with the tongue, turned the whole cock-sucking process into some kind of choir. Liam just made a factually superior choice.
But no matter how much better his piercings were, Keith was busy sucking Leeroy. And Liam was not possessive enough to throw a tantrum at everyone, it would be ridiculous. So he just kept his light anger in, and moved on.
"Maxim, go pick up the lube in my suitcase" Liam ordered as his hands took Keith's boxers off of him. Maxim was quick to leave the couch to go to the bedroom, his steps somewhat in rhythm with Keith's slurping noises. He came back, handed the lube to Liam and gave him a kiss.
"Y'gonna finger him?" Maxim asked, not sure if his friend had another plan in mind.
"Yes." Liam clicked open the lube, poured some on his index and middle finger before handing the small bottle back to Max. "Could you finger me as well? I wanna be prepped just in case."
"Of course" Maxim answered, almost too happily, helping Liam take his underwear and shorts off. Liam already had his fingers inside of Keith by the time Maxim had his inside Liam.
The latter's whimpers were easier to hear since they were not muffled by a dick inside his mouth. Maxim wrapped his arm around Liam's chest, holding him close and angling his fingers in just the right way so Liam's moan would be even higher.
Liam tried to do his best, tried to keep fingering Keith like nothing was happening, but Maxim was being very big distraction. He was breathing louder, whimpering even more as he desperately tried to scissor Keith open without trembling too much. But every time he spread his fingers apart, Maxim somehow guessed it and did it to him and fuck it felt too good. Yet Maxim seemed to be in need of approval… or maybe he just wanted Liam to admit something for once:
“Am I doing good? Am I fingering you just right?” he whispered right into Liam’s ear
“Yes, Yes you are” whimpered Liam, closing his eyes and throwing his head back onto Maxim’s shoulder, “Being so fucking good to me.”
Maxim purred a bit with joy, keeping on with the good work, feeling as happy as he could have been. He just adored pleasing Liam. Maybe he wasn’t the one who fell the hardest for his music, but god he was certainly the one who fell the most for who Liam was. Yes he could be said to be an arrogant bitchy brat who always win, but to Maxim he was just the most handsome man he ever met, who had all the rights to be full of himself because he did truly have a talent.
Liam groaned, closed his eyes, and tried to regain full focus, which he did. He ignored as much as he could the waves of pleasure sent to his brain from his prostate, and finally battered Keith’s prostate with his fingers. He heard him choke on his spit, louder than usual, and discovered that he came all over himself when he opened his eyes again.
It didn’t stopped Leeroy from using his mouth a little more. Maxim retrieved his fingers from Liam’s ass, judging that he had prepared him enough. He kept him in his arms though, peppering kisses on his shoulder blades, hypnotized by how pretty his friend’s body was.
“Leeroy let him go” Liam said, his eyes fixated on Keith’s face still stuck onto Leeroy’s dick, “I wanna fuck him in the bed.”
“And I want to-” the taller man got interrupted by his own groan of pleasure “-I want to give him a nice throatpie.” Keith whined when he heard those words. He was down bad for some cum down his throat.
“Come on man, you can fuck me if you want after, but I need to fuck him now” added Liam, a bit on the nerves because he wasn’t being given what he wanted on the spot.
“I said,” Leeroy’s eyes left Keith and locked with Liam’s “I will give him a throatpie, because he was good, and deserves one.” Keith moaned a little. “Your bratty ass will get what he deserves later, do not worry.” he threatened, his focus leaving Liam to be back on Keith, who he was still fucking the throat of.
Liam gritted his teeth together, Maxim felt it. He wasn’t fond of the idea of Liam being mad tonight, so he offered something, something he would only offer to Liam.
“y’can fuck me if you want…”
Liam half-whispered, half-sighed his answer:
“I want Keith, not you.”
Nonetheless, he stood up, held Maxim’s hand and led them towards the room. They disappeared in the bedroom, leaving Leeroy and Keith alone.
“He can be so annoying sometimes” Leeroy commented, maybe more for him than for Keith, especially because the latter couldn’t really answer right now. “I should consider putting him back in his place one day or the other. I would just have to find a way to get Maxim out of the house, the rest is easy.”
Keith could feel very clearly the point where Leeroy just let himself drown into his own fantasies about Liam. He was feeling like the thrust he was getting were more meant to the bratty Liam than for him.
“Just gotta get the sweet caring Maxim out of the way, and then Liam can get what he deserves,” Leeroy’s voice faltered more and more, “Rough fucking, spanking… The whole fuckin’ package honestly.” the more he talked, the more out of breath he grew, but he was also getting closer and closer to the edge. He wasn’t particularly looking for it, but he didn’t mind coming once in Keith’s throat. He could handle multiple rounds easily (the most he did was approximately 10 rounds, he don’t really remember to be honest it was a wild night and all he remembers is that his dick was dead the next day.)
A few thrusts later, he shot his load deep into Keith’ mouth, so deep he had no other choice but swallow. Leeroy got his dick out of Keith’s mouth, and gave him a bright smile.
“Sounds like a nice idea don’t you think?”
Flint nodded, still a bit out of his mind after getting what he wanted for the whole entire day. It made Leeroy laugh how zoned out the smaller guy was. He slipped his finger into the homemade collar, tugged at it a little:
“Get up, we’ll join ‘em” Keith obeyed, kind of pathetically following his friend. When into this submissive mindset, he was really just a shadow of who he was on stage. The energetic dancer, who crowd surfed whenever he could, would stole kisses to groupies, the beast who was part of The Prodigy. When into this sub-space, he was just a lost, desperate individual who desperately needed reassurance, touch and guidance.
It was kind of the only way he was alright with showing this more… fragile and slightly broken side of him. The only way to cope with how weird and hard this life has been was, strangely enough, having sex with his closest friends. He didn’t know if it was healthy or not, and didn’t really wanted to know.
All that mattered at the moment anyway was walking in Leeroy’s steps, following him into the bedroom, where they stumbled upon their friends languorously kissing each other. The exact same thought appear in both Leeroy’s and Keith’s mind:
Liam was probably way more in love with Maxim than he’d like to admit.
Maxim has always been quite straightforward about his love for Liam. He never and will never hide the fact that yes, he liked him a little if not a lot more than Leeroy and Keith. Which didn’t mean he only liked them as friends, far from that. Liam just had a superior place in his heart.
Liam though, never quite admitted he liked any of them, romantically speaking. But there was always some kind of undertone in some of his sentences that indicated that maybe he had a soft spot for Maxim. He denied it when asked, but when seen like this, trapped under Maxim’s figure, his arms wrapped around his shoulders, with sweet, tiny moans escaping his mouth when Maxim’s lips happened to leave his, it was hard to believe that he wasn’t feeling even the slightest thing for Maxim.
Leeroy quietly turned around to sign to Keith to remain silent, a smile on his face that was not hidden at all by the finger he had pressed on his lips. They both knew they had to appreciate this rare show as if they’ve just stumbled upon a panda in a random forest in Essex.
As they tried to remain as silent as possible, Liam was apparently not trying at all. With surprising delicateness, the youngest man wrapped his legs around Maxim’s waist, brought the guy above him even closer. Leeroy would have bet his life that he heard Liam whisper:
“Keeti…”
Using the only nickname Maxim accepted. They all knew he hated his birth name Keith for whatever reason, they’ve always known him as Maxim anyway. But it was the one and only nickname that was close to “Keith” that he tolerated to be used to refer to him. But even that, most people avoid, with fear of it being too close to Keith and so causing Maxim to get a bit angry.
The answer of the called-one was much more audible, blame it on his voice being ever so slightly deeper. But it surely sounded as caring as it could be, and as sweet as fucking velvet, a shocking contrast from his on-stage voice.
“Liam…~”
They cuddled closer for a little more, but as soon as Maxim went in for Liam’s neck, the latter noticed the presence of their friends, and immediately pushed Maxim away. Leeroy did nothing but chuckle. Maybe he could bring back what he just witnessed later to tease, or humiliate, whatever will fit.
“Interrupting?” he commented, taking Keith’s hand to lead him to the bed. He invited him to seat next to the other pair which was de-tangling from their make-out session.
“N-No” blurted out Liam, his cheeks still red from embarrassment as he moved away from under Maxim to take place over Keith instead, parting his legs to settle himself in between them. “’was just waiting for him.” he said with a sign of the head towards Keith. “y’know? ‘cause you kept him for yourself.” he added, his gaze drifting to Leeroy’s face with a clear glimpse of anger in his pupils.
Leeroy noted it in his head, did nothing about it yet, but was definitely thinking of a plan to “take care” of Liam later on tonight.