"Satisfaction Guaranteed" (Sk8 the Infinity, Adam x Langa, Adam x Langa x Joe)
This was a fic I wrote for a zine I modded, "Sympathy for the Devil," which was an Adam-centric zine. I'm still really happy with it.
Cut is for length and for content Link and tags in the reblog Langa is an adult.
“So how exactly is this supposed to work? Do we have to call someone, or…?”
“Oh, Langa, my sweet frosted maple leaf, this sort of thing is so much more streamlined now! There are apps for this, and websites, and any number of ways we can get exactly what we’re looking for!”
From where he’s reclined in the pillows of Adam’s extravagant four-post bed, Langa watches over Adam’s bare shoulder as he brings up a website. There’s a picture at the top of a man lying back across a red satin sheet, the model’s arms raised behind his head, the hint of a flashing smile right below where the picture cuts off. An Evening in Paradise, the website says in curly letters. “Thanks for choosing a website in English,” Langa says.
Adam replies by lifting his head from where he’s been resting it on Langa’s chest, his hair a mess, eyes bright. “If you’re really all right with this proposal, my darling, it’s the least I could do! After all, I want you to be able to help me pick the perfect candidate to be our mysterious stranger…”
Langa has to admit, when Adam makes everything seem so theatrical and interesting, he can’t help but be intrigued by the possibility of trying something new. In the year following that fateful race, Langa watched as Adam grew into someone who was both completely different and yet in some ways exactly the same flamboyant, dramatic skater who had made his heart leap at the chance to race him.
The only difference is that now, Adam makes him excited for other things too.
Like the prospect of ordering an escort to come to Langa’s apartment for a night of “debaucherous revelry.” Adam’s words.
Langa lets out a little “ah” as Adam moves, turning over and crawling up Langa’s body like a taut predator. His kiss is deep and wet, his upper lip touched with salty sweat, and Langa puts both hands on his hips. “I...I thought we were going to...pick someone.”
Adam grinds down against the inside of Langa’s pelvis, the curve of his cock fitting there, rocking and sliding back and forth. “Of course we are…” Adam purrs, pulling Langa’s face into his neck where he latches on to the skin like it’s second nature. “I just want you excited...this is how I can always find out what you really want.”
Adam...isn’t wrong there. It’s not like Langa is anything but blunt usually, but it’s different when they’re in bed, different with how Adam can lure the words out with his fingers, with his silky voice, with his long, slim body.
“So...other than me, my love...what would your ideal man be like?”
Adam pulls his head back by the hair so he can reply. “Ooh...um...big.”
“Oh! Naughty thing!”
“No! I meant...muscles...and tall. Built.”
“Uh-huuuh.” Adam’s voice has a bit of a sing-song to it, and he scoots up farther so he can perch on top of Langa’s waist, straddling him so Langa’s cock is rubbing up and down the part of his ass. “Go on.”
“A-and...I like...hands. Arms. And...nice hair?”
There’s a devilish smile on Adam’s face as he rocks a little, back and then forward, pressing back now like he’s going to impale himself right on Langa’s dick. Which would be fine; it’s only been a half hour since the last time they did it, and Adam is probably still well-lubricated. “Mmm...anything else?”
“A good...um…” He turns his head away, blushing, and Adam scoots away a little, teasing, and Langa knows he won’t get what he wants until he says it out loud. “A good kisser.”
There he goes now, up and down, taking Langa’s whole cock in one go. Adam’s moan comes out with a laugh. “Oh, yes! I know how you love to make out with that pretty mouth of yours, Langa-kun!”
This would be so, so much more embarrassing if Adam weren’t riding Langa like he was a mechanical bull. A phone gets pushed into his hand. “Wh-wha…”
“I think — mm, yes! — I found someone perfect for you, my Snow! Someone worthy of both our bodies!”
Langa is easily distracted, and he lets Adam fuck himself silly as he reads over the profile on the screen. Jiro Konan: hobbies - good food, working out, spending time in the sun. Down to party with however many you’d like. Top, bottom, sideways, I’ll try anything at least once, and I’ll make breakfast in the morning.
If the pictures weren’t enough — an open, white dress shirt showing off a gorgeous bronzed chest and cut abs, strong hands cupping a muscular ass, and a closeup of soft, licking lips and a tendril of brown wavy hair — he had Langa at ‘good food’ and tied the knot at ‘breakfast.’
—
Langa had to let Tadashi into his apartment about two hours before their special guest arrived. He had several large bags with him: extra sheets for the large bed Adam had bought Langa when he saw the sad tiny one in his bedroom (“You’re not in Canada anymore, sweetheart. We must make love in something much bigger!”), then candles, an embarrassing amount of lube, and one extremely pretty set of lingerie that included soft blue lacy underwear and a fur-lined top that settled just at the thickest part of his thighs.
He barely has it on when Adam comes in from the hallway, removing a trenchcoat to reveal that he’s wearing only a floral silk robe - blue as well, everything matching, even down to the satin covers on the bed - and very tight underwear beneath. His hair is swept back out of his face, not nearly as proper as the way he wears it as Ainosuke but also not quite in the flamboyant swish of his skating persona. It’s light, and Langa can’t help but reach up to touch it when Adam pulls him into a kiss. “Soft,” he murmurs appreciatively.
“Not for long, my little rabbit.” Adam flashes his sharp canines, then turns to shoo Tadashi out the door. Once they’re alone, Adam walks back to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Langa back into his lap. The Matador of Love is true to his word, that’s for sure; Langa can already feel the curve of his cock rubbing at his own. “Any minute now...isn’t this exciting?!”
They don’t even have time to make out before there’s a knock on the door, and Adam leaps up. “I’ll get it!” Langa giggles at the way Adam prances to the entrance, opening the door with a flourish. “Welcome! And good even...ing. Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Well. That’s not a very Adam thing to say. Uncertain of exactly where this is going, Langa picks up a pillow to cover himself with before walking shyly out of his bedroom to find...Joe. Joe from S. Joe wearing an open dress shirt, just like in his picture, and extremely tight jeans, carrying a small bag over his shoulder, and from the look on his face he’s not sure about the turn of events here either. “Adam?! What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?! Are you trying to play at something? Here to embarrass me?!”
“I’m here because I got paid to be! How the fuck was I supposed to know it was you ?!”
Langa watches the back and forth between the two of them. The chemistry between Adam, Joe and Cherry has also changed in the last year. There is more of a fun rivalry between them, as opposed to a more mean-spirited one. So would it really be so bad if Joe is the guy they ordered?
And besides...Langa will never, ever tell Adam how many fantasies he’s had that have been like this since he first started coming to S. He’d never been able to ignore Joe, his body, his hands (it was the worst when he cooked— gripping spoons, sprinkling salt, cutting meat).
“I don’t mind.” Both pairs of eyes turn to Langa when he speaks up, the pillow held up to his face. “I don’t mind if you two don’t, I mean.”
There’s still a moment when the air is tense, but it begins to dissipate as Adam looks Joe up and down. “Well...he does fit all your parameters, my darling. Although your hair is not brown. False advertising.”
“Usually once folks get a look at the rest of me, they don’t really care about the hair.” Joe grins, sidling up to Langa to pull the pillow out of his hands. “Well, Snow. Like what you see?”
“Yes. Definitely.” Okay, well, that just came out. Not that Joe wouldn’t be able to figure it out with how his cock is straining against his pretty blue panties.
That brings out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, I thought I caught you looking before.” And just like that, he’s being kissed, and everything he had ever hoped and imagined about Joe’s full lips are a far cry from reality, but in the best way. They cover his, they seize control, they open him up and take over, and Langa is more than okay with handing over any sort of say in the matter.
Adam clears his throat from behind them, and Langa pulls away from the kiss enough to see those gorgeously manicured fingers reaching around Joe to take off his shirt and fondle his chest. Joe curves into the sensation, and Langa can make out Adam’s impish eyes over his shoulder. “If we all seem to be in agreement, then...I suppose I can drop my standards for one night.”
“Ha!” Joe turns on him, and if kissing Joe was good, watching Joe kiss Adam is something next level for Langa. He watches his tongue dive into Adam’s mouth, hand dipping into the robe to somewhere Langa can’t see, and Adam’s eyes roll up as he grasps at the back of Joe’s neck. “I think we both know that’s not true, Ainosuke.”
“You’re such a brute,” Adam responds, his mouth curled into a smile. “Always have been. Always will be.”
Joe grabs Adam by his tiny waist and pulls him between himself and Langa, tugging open his robe so Langa can see the long, winding stretch of ivory skin from his pink lips to the band of his tight underwear. Adam drops his head back against his collarbone as he begins trailing his fingertips up and down his sides, moving in to tease along the band of spandex at his waist. “You know, Snow...me and your boyfriend here...we used to be really close when we were in school. I know a lot of things that make him lose his mind. Wanna learn?”
Langa nods, the movement bringing him out of how mesmerized he has been, leaning in to kiss the base of Adam’s throat. “Yes. Please, Joe.”
“Nah, not Joe tonight.” He grins over Adam’s shoulder, reaching out to tip Langa’s face up by his chin. “It’s Kojiro. Say it.”
Face blooming red, Langa repeats the name breathily. “Kojiro…”
“Good boy, Langa.” His name sounds filthy coming from Joe, who brings his chin in until he’s right in front of Adam’s chest. “Suck.”
Langa wastes no time latching onto Adam’s right nipple, pulling it in past his teeth and rolling his tongue around it clockwise as Adam lets out a high moan, a gasping ‘ yes! ’ Joe lifts Adam’s arms up so they are over his head, hooked back around Joe’s neck. “Keep ‘em up,” Joe orders. “I want to see how well Langa learns without any guidance.”
Langa keeps sucking, playing with the little hard nub in his mouth. Now and then, Adam has made these remarks about Langa and his...what was it... oral fixation. He’s watched Langa eat, watched as he sucked on things, watched as he would chew on things idly, like a pen or a gummy for longer than necessary. And he loves to see all the marks he can leave there (although he’s pretty sure Tadashi does not like it one bit). He just thought that was normal, but, now, he gets it, because he could spend hours worrying and playing over the firm little bit of flesh in his mouth.
He finally lets go when Joe gives his head a little push downward, and Langa moves, nipping and sucking a red trail that winds from Adam’s chest to his navel, which he briefly swipes his tongue into, eliciting a delighted giggly groan from Adam, and then to the underpants, which he bites and tugs at. Everytime the spandex pulls away a little, he can smell the light cologne scenting Adam’s musk, and he watches as Joe’s hand dips into the tight confines and brings his cock out for Langa to lick and mouth.
Adam tastes exceptionally clean. He must have gotten prepared for this, which usually means…
“Ah! Langa!” Yep, his ass is already slick with lube, and his fingers move easily through it. “Sweet Langa, please!”
The praises of his name are cut off when Joe slides two fingers into Adam’s mouth, rubbing up and down his tongue as he sucks at them greedily. “I bet he’s already all wet, isn’t he?”
Langa nods, licking his lips before suckling at the tip of Adam’s head. The answer really should be yes, he’s wet everywhere, from the salty tang of pre leaking from his cock, but he has a feeling Joe already knows that.
“How do you want to share him?”
Langa considers that for a moment before letting go of Adam’s head. “Maybe I can...suck while you fuck?”
Yet another laugh from Joe, and this time a strangled noise of what can only be delight from Adam. “I like the sound of that. Think your gag reflex can handle it?”
Langa nods. Joe slips his fingers from Adam’s mouth, and Langa tips his head around to watch as Joe opens his pants to unveil...well, it’s exactly the type of cock that Langa had always imagined him to have: thick and just the right length, girthy. He gives it a slow jerk. “Langa-kun!” Adam admonishes teasingly, in that dramatic way that Langa never takes too seriously. “The way you’re looking at him so hungrily...am I being replaced?!”
Smiling, Langa moves back in to kiss the vein running up his cock. “No. Never.” Another kiss. “Ainosuke.”
He can actually feel it twitch before he takes it into his mouth, and when Joe finally discards Adam’s underwear so he can enter him, Adam grabs Langa’s hair with one hand and Joe’s with the other. “Fuck! Yes!”
Langa lets his jaw go slack so he can take the in-and-out motion of Adam’s cock in rhythm with Joe’s thrusts. The wet sound of it messily fucking his throat makes Langa blush, and Adam’s grip is perfect and grounding. Now and then Joe seems to take a pause, probably more for Langa’s sake than his, and he’s glad for it even as he keeps wanting more, more of Adam’s taste, more of that sweet feeling of being used.
When Adam comes, it’s a mess that splatters into Langa’s mouth and on his face, dripping onto his chest. He laps it up as much as he can before suddenly looking down to see one of Adam’s feet reaching out to rub the erection behind his powder blue underwear, long toes deftly playing at the fabric and hard flesh beneath. “Ah…”
“Come for me, my Eve…”
Langa doesn’t even get a chance to push the panties aside before he’s coming in them, a soaking spot growing as he grabs Adam’s leg with a short cry. From the way Joe stills behind Adam, it becomes clear that he’s reached his own climax, his grip digging into Adam’s side.
Those few chaotic moments leave them panting for air.
“I guess, um...thank you for coming?” Langa finally says as he tries to wipe his face as much as he can.
“Are you kidding?” Joe reaches past Adam to help him to his feet, shaking his head with a smile. He kisses him again, and with all of Adam on him, it’s filthier than the first. “We’re just getting started, baby.”
