“Evan here's a little miracle, can just keep coming and coming, and you basically left him high and dry last time,” Tommy whispers, breath hot against Eddie’s ear as he shuffles behind him. On the bed, a million miles away, Buck is slowly stroking his cock, watching the two of them with wide eyes. Eddie can’t look away, even as his shirt is pulled over his head by Tommy.
Thumbing open Eddie’s jeans, Tommy continues, “He came over to my place right after you left. Needed me to get him off three more times before he was done that night. You left him so unsatisfied.” Eddie’s cock springs free, and Tommy tugs his pants off. “Pathetic, can't treat your best friend right.”
“Fuck off, I can treat him right,” Eddie growls.
“Prove it.” Tommy smacks Eddie's ass, and the sting makes him inhale sharply. “Play nice.”
Eddie scowls as he climbs onto the bed, between Buck's parted legs. He can hear the whisper of fabric moving as Tommy gets undressed behind him, but he focuses his attention on Buck. Cock already dripping as he strokes it, lips spit-slick as they part for a quick inhale, Buck looks like a wet dream. “Kiss me?” he asks, head tilted coyly. Eddie groans as he leans in for a kiss, one hand holding Buck's chin while the other strokes his thigh.
The bed behind Eddie shifts as he sucks on Buck's bottom lip. A wall of heat and muscle appears behind him, and Tommy is pressing himself up against Eddie’s back, stroking his sides with large, calloused hands. Tommy leans down to kiss, suck, bite at Eddie's neck. A groan tears past Eddie's lips, swallowed eagerly by Buck.
Eddie pulls back for a breath, pressing his forehead against Buck’s. A wet noise pulls his eyes down, and he watches Buck stroke his cock. Buck twists his hand as he reaches the head, and he breathes out a moan. Reaching out, Eddie tentatively wraps his hand around Buck's shaft. Hot breath hits his ear as Tommy tells him, “Just like you're jerking yourself off, it's a new angle, but same idea.” Eddie feels his jaw involuntarily clench.
It does feel sort of like jerking himself off, and Tommy’s advice being correct just makes Eddie grind his teeth. His anger is quickly soothed by Buck trembling and moaning below him. “Eddie, Eddie, ah, close–” he warns, and then after a few more quick strokes, he’s shuddering and mewling through his orgasm. Eddie watches, eyes wide, as ropes of come spill between him and Buck, coating both of their stomachs and chests. “Fuck, that's a lot,” he unintentionally mutters. Tommy's chest vibrates with laughter, pressed up tight against Eddie.
“What'd I tell you? He's a treat. He comes quick, but he's good for a few.” Tommy wraps an arm around Eddie’s chest and pulls him back so they're both kneeling. Eddie doesn't fight him; he wants the better view of Buck ruined from his orgasm. And what a fucking view, pearly stripes and smears of come leading from his pretty pink cock up his furry stomach and tits. His pink flushed face, pink gasping lips, pink kissable birthmark.
“He’s pretty when he’s desperate, come-drunk and cock-hungry, huh?” Tommy asks, voice rumbling against Eddie's back. Eddie nods dumbly as Buck moans and spreads his legs further, even as he's still catching his breath post orgasm.
There's a rustling somewhere behind him, and then Tommy’s holding a condom out in front of him. Eddie scowls. Buck had Eddie’s blood in his mouth. The condom feels like a slap in the face, but Tommy isn’t budging. “I'll put it on you if I have to,” he threatens. The thought of Tommy's big hand rolling the condom down his shaft has Eddie shuddering.
