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“I'm bored,” Bill huffs about five minutes after Travie lands on something that actually looks interesting on the TV. He's nestled under Travie's arm, his long legs landing in Mike's lap where he's seated at the other end of the couch. Bill toys with Travie's fingers where they're tracing patterns on one of Bill's shoulders for a second before Mike sees him light up with an idea. He sits up, spinning himself around to face Travie, his legs tucked underneath him. “We should get high,” he says, biting his lip with a small grin. Travie’s eyebrows raise, eyes flicking to Mike and then back to Bill.“You sure?” Bill nods. “I know what you're thinking. But,” he runs a hand up Travie's thigh. “I also get horny when I'm bored. And I'd rather be high than bored.”Travie looks to Mike again, who shrugs, smirking. He relents and reaches for the tin on the coffee table containing the couple joints he'd rolled the other day. Bill fidgets excitedly as Mike scoots down the couch to get closer to the action. They both watch with rapt attention as Travie lights the joint, smiling around it when he notices. “You're like dogs,” he says without elaboration. He takes the first hit for himself, blowing the smoke away from Bill's face, which makes Bill frown. He passes it to Mike, who also blows it away from Bill, except for the last bit. Bill scrunches up his face at him before pouting at Travie. Travie finally relents, slipping a finger under the silky string of Bill’s Clandestine choker while Bill watches him take a hit with hungry eyes. He pulls him in, Bill’s eyelids drooping until they’re nearly closed as he opens his mouth to let Travie blow the smoke in. He holds it for a moment before exhaling, looking at Travie through his long lashes. Travie smiles.“Don’t gotta look at me like that,” he says. “I’m already gonna give you what you want.”“Oh yeah?” Bill watches Travie watch him push his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. “You’re not gonna make me beg for it?”“I won’t,” Travie inhales again, holding it, making Bill wait. “But Carden might.” Bill looks over his shoulder at Mike. He looks uninterested, at first, but Bill is familiar with the look in his eye, the attention he’s paying to the way Travie’s unoccupied hand is roaming Bill’s neck and collarbones. Bill narrows his eyes at him. “You’re awfully quiet back there,” he says. “I don’t like it.” “Good thing you’re not in charge, then,” Mike grins, but he scoots even closer, placing kisses on Bill’s neck and down his clothed shoulder. Bill turns away so as to not knock their heads together when Mike leans in, and when he does Travie is waiting to shotgun him again, catching Bill off guard with the smoke. He holds it longer this time, leaning his head back to rest on Mike’s shoulder, giving both men open access to his neck which they gladly take advantage of. They both leave trails of bites and hickeys and Bill exhales, sighing contentedly. His head is a bit heavier when he lifts it back up, a bit fuzzier. Mike continues mouthing at his neck until Travie hands him the joint and Bill whines at the loss of both points of contact. Travie shuts him up with a kiss, both hands wrapping around the back of his neck and finding their way into his long hair. Meanwhile, Mike wraps a hand around Bill’s torso, pushing up the hem of his shirt to start unbuckling his belt with one hand. “Hate this stupid thing,” Mike says under his breath about Bill’s gaudily large belt buckle, but no one hears him. He holds the joint in his mouth to free up his other hand and undo the button and zipper of Bill’s jeans. It’s a little difficult to get Bill out of his tight jeans when he’s busy with Travie, but he’s had some practice. Bill graciously separates himself from Travie’s mouth to help push his jeans down and toss them to the floor. As much as Bill would like to keep kissing, Travie takes the joint from Mike and takes a hit, and this time Bill is waiting eagerly for the exchange. Instead of pulling away, though, Travie keeps them connected, tongue darting into his mouth. Mike is stroking Bill’s cock over his underwear and Bill is the tiniest bit overwhelmed by it all for a moment before he relaxes into it, finally exhaling. Mike’s contact doesn’t last long, and he disappears for a moment. Bill is too caught up in Travie to wonder where he’s gone until he feels the couch dip behind him again and hears the click of the lube bottle cap snapping open. Mike maneuvers Bill into the position he wants him, running a hand up his thigh to spread his legs and pulling him back against his chest. At some point, with Travie’s assistance, he removes Bill’s shirt and briefs as well. The other two are still fully clothed, but Bill is preoccupied enough that all he does is fiddle with the waistband of Travie’s jeans about it. Mike kisses along Bill’s shoulder again as he circles a finger at Bill’s entrance, the cold of the lube barely bothering Bill. Once his teasing starts to make Bill wriggle he finally pushes the first finger in slowly. Bill grabs at Travie’s bicep, sighing. Travie continues alternating between frenching with Bill and exhaling smoke into his mouth while Mike fingers him. Mike goes agonizingly slow, the pace he sets when they’re alone and he just wants to get a reaction out of him, but for now he’s partially distracted and Mike can relish in the way it makes him scramble to grab onto Travie while the other man gets him high. He knows what angles Bill likes, knows just where to avoid to keep him pushing over the edge. When he starts moaning, Mike adds another finger and starts scissoring them, going a little faster, eliciting more moans, more frequently. The whole time Travie is telling Bill how good he is, opening up for Mike. He tries to tell Mike how good he is as well, but when he just raises an eyebrow at him from over Bill’s shoulder, Travie opts to lean over Bill and show Mike some love otherwise. He places a thumb on Mike’s chin, opening his mouth for him and exhaling smoke in. Mike slows down a bit with his fingering, but he doesn’t stop; Bill watches, chest flushed and heaving a little. When Mike has exhaled but Travie is still kissing him, Bill harrumphs quietly, making Travie pull away, laughing. “Alright, alright,” he says, and Mike adds a third finger, drawing a moaned fuck from Bill. “Sounds like you’re just about ready, baby. Should we move this over to the bed?”Bill nods. Travie lets Bill and Mike finish up what’s left of the small joint as he grabs another from the tin, lighter in hand and takes the lube from Mike. It’s not far to Travie’s bed from the couch; none of them are moving particularly fast, but they get there eventually. Bill perches on his knees, sitting back on his heels, looking up at Travie. He’s not paying as much attention to Mike, so he’s caught off guard when he cups Bill’s face in his hand and kisses him. Bill feels Travie sit down on the bed next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, hand ghosting over Bill’s cock, now fully hard. “Carden and I were talking earlier,” Travie says. “How about I fuck you while he fucks your face, how does that sound?”Bill moans into Mike's mouth, but it could have been in response to Travie’s proposition or to Mike tugging on his hair, so Mike pulls away. He raises his eyebrows in question and Bill nods, swallowing.“Use your words,” Mike tells him. “Look at him.”He does, with the help of Mike guiding him with the hand on his face. It’s not very coherent, but he lets Travie know just how much he wants it, wants them. Mike pulls his hand away but it’s quickly replaced with Travie’s when he starts kissing Bill as well. Bill moans again when he hears the sound of Mike undoing his belt, tugging down his zipper. Bill turns his head to watch with half-lidded eyes while Travie keeps placing kisses on his face and down his neck. Mike grins at Bill when he finally drags his gaze up his torso to meet his eyes. Bill rolls his eyes, but he smiles a little, too. He realizes then that Travie is the only one still dressed, which is a tragedy that he decides he must rectify immediately. It's a little all over the place, hands wandering from his waistband to the hem of Travie’s shirt to sticking a thumb in his mouth, all of which Travie takes in stride. Soon they're all on the bed and Mike and Travie have their hands and mouths all over Bill once more. They move together easily, with familiarity; they've fooled around together before, but not quite like this. They get themselves situated with Mike sitting in front of Bill and Travie behind. Travie lightly pushes at Bill's back until he's resting on his elbows and starts palming at his ass, grabbing and spreading it. He lines himself up with Bill's entrance and starts pushing in slowly, making Bill moan and gasp with every inch until he’s fully seated on Travie’s cock, Mike stroking himself while he watches. Travie doesn’t move, giving Bill time to get adjusted, but soon Bill starts wriggling and squirming trying to get him to do something. Travie doesn’t let up just yet, the bruising grip on Bill’s hips keeping him from getting anywhere. Bill looks up at him over his shoulder, big eyes pleading while Mike brushes a strand of hair out of Bill’s eyes. Bill turns and pouts up at him instead, as if trying to get him on his side, but Mike shrugs at him. “I think Trav’s being perfectly kind to you,” he says, his hand still in Bill’s hair. “I’d have made you wait even longer, if it were me.” Bill furrows his brows at him, tilting his head into the mattress as if to say he’s still making me wait, but before he can say (or whine) anything Travie is pulling Bill almost completely off of him before pushing back in and Bill’s eyes are squeezing shut, complaints dying on his tongue. Travie sets a rapid pace, at first, fucking high moans out of him, telling Bill once again how good he is, how tight he feels around Travie. He only slows down when Mike gives him a look. Once Travie slows down Mike is able to get Bill’s attention, get him to lift his head and make eye contact, even if Bill is still a little distracted. Mike strokes his cock faster, drawing Bill’s eyes down, opening his mouth in anticipation. When Mike sets his tip on Bill’s tongue both their eyes flutter shut, Bill sucking the tip in further. “Feels so good, doesn’t he, Mike?” Travie asks, voice low. Mike pushes further into Bill’s mouth, his jaw opening wider, lips stretching wide around him. Bill moans when Mike hits the back of his throat briefly, nudged by the movement of Travie fucking him. “Being so good for us,” Travie continues, and Bill moans again even though he knows he’s only talking about him and not to him. “I dunno,” Mike says contemplatively, like he isn’t actively fucking Bill’s face while he says it. “I feel like I need a little something more.”“I know just what you mean,” Travie responds. He takes a hand off of Bill’s hips and takes a second to admire where the bruises have started to bloom before reaching for the joint he’d left on the comforter. He places it between his lips before grabbing the lighter that had laid next to it and lighting up. Bill can really only hear what’s going on, unable to turn around with his mouth occupied, but he gets the idea when he feels both men slow down and lean over him to meet in the middle. They stay in a holding pattern with Travie’s hips resting against Bill’s ass and one hand still wrapped around him to keep him steady, Bill’s nose nudging Mike’s pubes and his cock filling his mouth. Travie lowers the joint from his lips and exhales into Mike’s, open and waiting. Bill’s jaw is starting to hurt but he swallows around Mike, who groans into Travie’s mouth. He holds the smoke in as he slides partially out of Bill’s mouth, exhaling while Bill breathes through his nose and looks up at Mike through his lashes. “Much better,” Mike says, eyes not leaving Bill’s. Travie pulls out, too, and Bill whines. Mike gets distracted when Travie gives in almost immediately and starts to fuck back into Bill, picking up speed, almost wishing he could be on the other end watching Bill take Travie. Bill takes advantage of his distraction and takes Mike back into his mouth. Mike swears at the sudden hot, wet glide before beginning to rock into it again, a little slower than Travie’s tempo. He tries not to make it too relentless, both for Bill’s sake and so that he doesn’t drop the joint when Travie passes it to him. He takes a long drag and is about to let it out when Travie quirks an eyebrow at him. Mike leans over again, far enough for Travie to grab his shoulder and pull him in, closing the distance between them and allowing Mike to blow smoke into his mouth. It’s a little frantic with the way they’re both fucking Bill, and it’s almost too far to reach over Bill’s long torso, so to keep the smoke from escaping Travie moves his hand from Mike’s shoulder to the back of his head and kisses him. He sighs when he pulls away, exhaling and leaning back.“Fuck, ‘m close,” he groans. Mike nods. Mike has dialed back to a slow rock, allowing Bill to do most of the work while Mike smokes, resting back on his heels to give Bill more room to bob his head. Travie, on the other hand, speeds up, with such force that Bill has to pull Mike out of his mouth with a wet pop so as not to risk teeth getting involved. Travie takes full control. His speed gets erratic, the thrusts shallow, adjusting his angle until he’s hitting the spot that makes Bill’s eyes roll back and his moans turn to nothing but breathy gasps and barely coherent mutters of swears and Travie’s name. When he’s about to finish he pulls clumsily out of Bill and flips him over, everything happening so quickly that it makes Bill squeak. Travie straddles his thighs, grabbing Bill’s neglected, flushed cock along with his own and starts jerking them at the same time, making Bill’s eyes shoot open, back arching. Bill comes first, somehow, grasping at the blanket underneath him, keening, come spilling onto his stomach and Travie’s fingers. Travie comes not soon after, sparing Bill too much overstimulation from friction on his still-sensitive dick, and falls down onto the bed next to him. “What the hell, man,” Carden says, nearly forgotten in Bill and Travie’s breathless haze. They both look up at him, upside down in their eyes. He’s smoked half the joint while they were busy, and his cock is still hard and leaking, bouncing against his stomach.“Sorry,” Travie says, laughing. Bill is still catching his breath, but he sticks his tongue out for Mike, who passes the joint to Travie and scoots closer to where Bill is laying. He starts stroking himself, muttering about how he’s got to do everything himself around here and not swatting Travie’s hand away in time before he’s flicking him in the dick. Once he’s recovered he picks up his pace, throwing his head back and groaning, fucking up into his fist while Bill watches with rapt attention beneath him - well, as rapt as he can get when he’s high. It’s not long until Mike is coming on Bill’s face, mostly making it into his mouth but a nonzero amount also landing on his chin and cheeks. Bill swallows whatever did make it in his mouth and looks back up at Mike. Travie watches from the sidelines, resting on his elbow. “Such a good slut for us, baby,” Travie runs a hand along Bill’s chest. “Doesn’t he look so pretty covered in our come, Carden?” “Uh huh,” Mike agrees, catching his breath, hands resting on his thighs. “Y’know, Mike,” Bill says, voice wrecked from cock and lofty from the weed. “You’re the only one without any come on you. So, you should be in charge of cleaning up.” He punctuates this sentiment by closing his eyes and splaying his limbs across the bed, getting comfortable. Mike rolls his eyes. “God damn it,” he says, getting up for a towel anyway. Bill calls a halfhearted love you! after him. His eyes are still closed, so he misses the way Mike smiles as he shakes his head, but Travie notices, smiling back at him.