Chapter 39

Francesco snickered at the sight of Karl sprawled on their makeshift bed. How come he was still standing while that strong fucker was knocked out cold like that? He pushed Mouse playfully toward the bed, making him stumble and fall over Karl.

“What the hell?” Karl mumbled as he struggled to push Mouse away. The redhead rolled away, laughing and hicupping. “Are you two up for an ass-whooping?”

“Nope, but we’re up for a fucking,” Francesco replied. “We,” he declared loud and clear, “are in need of your hard fat cock right now.”

“You’re fucking drunk,” Karl said, but he slurred the words.

“And so are you,” Francesco shot back and began shedding his clothes. “I’m fucking horny.”

He pulled down his cock, already erect and ready for action only at the thought of what would follow. Karl and Mouse sat at a distance from one another, looking at him.

“What?” Francesco asked. “Haven’t seen a guy jerking off before?”

“What’s Mouse doing here?” Karl asked directly.

“Ha, good question. He’s here,” Francesco drawled, “because I want you two to kiss and make out.”

“Make up, you mean,” Mouse piped in, always the smart mouth.

“Na-ah. Make out. Really. There’s one thing I want to see you two doing, and I can die happy. I want to watch you fuck because I’m crazy about you, and you,” he pointed in turn at Karl and Mouse, “and I don’t want you fighting.”

Karl snorted and shook his head, as he was probably fighting the alcohol in his system. “Not gonna happen. I don’t want to fuck this slut.”

“Why?” Francesco asked, ready for a fight. “I’m a slut, too, and you fuck me every day.”

Karl curled his hands into fists. “You always want to have it your way, don’t you, Cesco?”

Francesco shrugged and knelt in front of him. He cupped Karl’s cheeks and kissed him. “You know me. And you love me. So why don’t you do this for me?”

“I don’t want him to fuck me, either,” Mouse chimed in again.

“Hush, hush,” Francesco turned toward the redhead, “don’t be a stubborn ass, too. I want this to work, is all I’m saying.”

“Be careful, Cesco,” Karl said in a sing-song voice. “You don’t know what you wish for.”

“Right, I’m scared. What could happen? I mean, do you two plan on ditching me once you realize how much you two dig each other? I’d even be happy then.”

Karl grabbed him by the hair at the back of his head and brought his mouth furiously over his. Francesco was breathless when he was let go. There was the same intense look in the blue eyes which he had come to know for a long time now. Everything Karl didn’t care to share out loud was written in there.

So he stood and grabbed Mouse, forcing him to stand, as well. Then, he pulled Karl up, too, and began working the zipper first on his husband, then on his boyfriend. It was their fault he was thinking stupid stuff like that, but as long as they were his, nothing else mattered.

He pulled both by their cocks and began rubbing the heads against one another. Mouse let out a small exhale, while Karl cursed under his breath. They were free to run their mouths all they wanted, they were both hard, which meant that they wanted it. Francesco took Karl’s mouth first, kissing him deep and lazily, how he liked it, and then he kissed Mouse, making sure to use his tongue to penetrate that sweet mouth still tasting of berry wine, over and over.

All the time, he continued to rub the two together, and then knelt and began lapping at the glistening heads, struggling to push both in his mouth and give them a nice suck.

“Fuck, Cesco,” Karl said breathlessly.

“Ready to come in my mouth?” Francesco asked. “I want you both to come.”

Mouse was resting one hand on his shoulder to steady himself and looking down at what he was doing.

“You two are different, it’s true,” Francesco said. “And your cocks are different. But I want them both, and you both.”

He returned to performing that double suck that was not as satisfying as deepthroating just one of them, but it was teasing enough to thaw the resistance he still felt in his two lovers. He moaned loudly as he felt the cum spurting on his tongue, hot and delicious, and licked the two heads in tandem until he could sense the shudders of that first release going through Karl first, then Mouse.

“You two are so tasty,” he snickered, and gave Karl a dirty kiss.

The blond resisted at first, keeping his mouth close, but Francesco insisted, coaxing him gently until he gave in and allowed him to kiss him fully. Mouse was, in turn, eager, to receive his kiss, holding on to him with both hands and kissing him back.

“Now, you do it.” He pressed Karl and Mouse to move toward one another until their lips touched. “Yes,” he cheered when finally, they started kissing.

Mouse was hesitant at first, touching Karl’s chest slowly and kissing shyly. Francesco took Karl’s hand and placed it on Mouse’s ass. “He doesn’t have just an awesome mouth. He has an awesome ass, too. You’ll love it.”

Karl gave him a long look while he continued to kiss Mouse. Before, Francesco would have withered under that stare, but now it held a different meaning to him. That was why he said nothing as Karl turned Mouse brusquely and forced him on all fours.

Francesco took a step back and watched as Karl pulled Mouse’s jeans over his ass. The redhead threw a seductive look over his shoulder and dipped his fingers in his mouth only to play with them along the crack.

“Do you want me to fuck this slut?” Karl asked in a throaty voice. “Want me to give it to him hard, the way I do to you, Cesco?”

“Yes, I do,” Francesco whispered.

“Why?”

It all came down to that with Karl, always. The big whys. “Because I want to watch you fuck and come inside him. I want you to love him the way you love me.”

“That I can’t do,” Karl threw at him harshly. “Don’t ask me to love him.”

“Then just fuck him. Can you do that?”

Karl grabbed him and pulled him close. Then he placed Francesco’s hand on his cock. “You put it in there, just so you know it’s your doing.”