Quick Summary: Noah reunites with his college bully Wes, who used to tease him out of repressed desire. At a hotel reunion, old tension ignites when Wes confesses everything and pulls Noah into a desperate kiss. Things escalate fast; Wes blows Noah and then Noah ends up on his knees, blowing the same jock who once bullied him. Just as it gets intense, Wes’s best friend and hotel roommate, Ryan Evans, walks in to see Noah on his knees.

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The door clicked shut behind Ryan.

None of us moved at first. The room had gone still... too still... like the air itself was holding its breath.

Wes sat rigid on the bed, towel loose around his hips, muscles tight, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. His lips were parted, eyes flickering between me and the figure now standing behind me.

I was still on my knees. Mouth wet. One hand resting on Wes’s thigh, just shy of the hard shape straining under terrycloth. My own pulse was a steady pound in my ears.

And Ryan?

He stood in the doorway for a moment longer, tank top clinging to his chest, biceps full and tense from the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was damp, cheeks still flushed from the gym. One brow lifted as his gaze swept over us.

“The fuck did I just walk in on?” he said, voice low and even. Not angry. Not surprised, really. If anything, there was a flicker of something amused in his tone. Curious.

Wes fumbled for the towel, trying to pull it tighter, but the effort was pointless. His cock was already starting to swell again, tenting the fabric shamelessly. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, blinking up at Ryan.

He smirked when his eyes met mine. “You really were blowing him, huh?”

Wes didn’t answer. He just sat there, like someone had unplugged his brain. Ryan stepped inside and let the duffel fall onto the chair.

“Relax,” he said as he reached up, arms stretching high. His tank rode up just enough to show off slick abs and the sharp V of his hips. “I’m not mad. I just came from the gym. Pre-workout’s still ripping through me like jet fuel.”

He glanced between us again, slower this time. Taking it all in. Me on my knees. Wes flushed and wide-eyed. The towel doing a bad job of hiding everything. Ryan’s voice dropped slightly.

“I’m horny as fuck, honestly. But you guys… go on.”
He walked closer. Just a step or two.

Wes straightened. “Wait, what?”

“I’ll just watch,” Ryan replied, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Don’t let me interrupt.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. Right next to Wes. Like he belonged there.

Wes looked at me, his eyes searching mine, as if waiting for me to panic or back out. But I didn’t move. I didn’t say anything. I just looked at him. At the way his chest heaved. The way his cock twitched under the towel. Then I reached up and tugged the towel away.

It fell without resistance.

Wes’s cock sprang free, thick, flushed, and already leaking again.

Ryan let out a low whistle. “Jesus Wes, I didn't know my best mate was hiding that under there.”

I didn’t respond. I just leaned in, kissed Wes’s thigh, soft and slow, right where the towel had just been. My tongue followed the curve of muscle, warm and wet, and I could feel him shiver under my mouth. I didn’t rush. I let my hands explore his hips, held him still as I kissed lower.

Wes groaned. His fingers fisted the sheets beside him.

Ryan exhaled through his nose. “You’re fucking wild, bro. Didn’t know you had this in you.”

I dragged my tongue down between Wes’s legs, over his balls, taking one into my mouth and sucking gently while my hand stroked his shaft, slow and steady. He twitched. Moaned. His hips jerked once and I tightened my grip to keep him grounded. I didn’t stop. Didn’t look up. Just kept going. Letting the room fill with wet sounds and Wes’s breathy curses.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ryan adjust himself. His hand lingered at the waistband of his gym shorts. He was hard; it was obvious now, a thick outline pressing against the fabric, straining as he watched.

Wes let out another moan, deeper this time, his hips trying to rock into my mouth. “This is fucking crazy,” he panted.

Ryan laughed softly. “It’s hot. That’s what it is.”

He shifted closer. I felt his thigh brush against mine. Still, I didn’t react. I stayed focused on Wes, on the way his abs tightened with every stroke, every flick of my tongue.

I opened my mouth wider and let Wes slide deeper between my lips.
Wes let out a broken moan, his hand clutching the edge of the mattress.

Then I felt Ryan lean forward.

His voice was right above me. “Let me help you, Noah.”

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“Let me help you, Noah.”

I froze for half a second, Wes’s cock heavy and twitching in my hand, my lips still slick from taking him in.

Ryan leaned closer behind me, voice low and teasing, breath brushing my neck. For a second, I really thought he was going to join in, whip his cock out and push into my mouth too. But then, his hand slid gently to the back of my head. Fingers threading into my hair. And he pushed.

Not rough. Just steady. Guiding me down, easing Wes deeper between my lips. I let him. My throat tightened, jaw stretching to take more, my hands braced on Wes’s thighs as Ryan whispered, “Yeah… just like that.”

I moaned around it. Let Wes slide deep. Felt the head bump the back of my throat. Above me, Wes gasped. His hand shot out, gripping the edge of the bed. “F-fuck, Noah..shit.”

“Damn,” Ryan muttered behind me, voice getting thicker. “You’re good at this.”

His other hand dropped to his gym shorts. I didn’t have to look. I could hear the rustle of fabric, the low hiss of breath when his fingers wrapped around his own cock.

“You do this often?” Ryan asked casually, palm sliding slow under the waistband. “Suck your bullies off in hotel rooms while their best friends help?”

Wes let out a choked laugh. I glanced up at him with my mouth still full.
Ryan chuckled. “Ngl, the dude does know how to suck a cock.”

He exhaled, slow and sharp. “If I didn’t have a girlfriend,” he added, his voice thick now, “I’d probably have you blow me too. Right here. With my mate.”

Wes let out another moan, louder this time. He looked wrecked. Flushed, sweating, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. His cock throbbed in my mouth as I sucked slow, tongue working the underside, one hand gently cupping his balls.

Ryan’s hand was still in my hair, still guiding. Not forcing. Just adjusting, like he wanted it to feel good for both of us.

“Jesus,” Wes whispered. “Noah, I’m not gonna last…”

I pulled back, letting his cock pop from my lips with a wet sound, my hand taking over as I pumped him slow. “You okay?” I asked, voice hoarse, lips shiny.

Wes nodded. His eyes were glassy. “Yeah, just… yeah.”

Ryan leaned back, his hand dropping to his own cock again, stroking through his shorts now. His bicep flexed as he worked himself, his eyes locked on me like he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. "This is fucking unreal,” he muttered. “I thought I was just coming back to shower.”

I smirked. “Welcome to the show.” Then I went back down. Slower this time. Letting Wes feel every inch. Letting Ryan watch. The room filled with the sounds of it—wet slurps, Wes’s panting, the soft shh shh of Ryan jerking off beside me.

We stayed like that for a while.

Three bodies, three different rhythms, but somehow synced. Wes clenching the sheets. Ryan rubbing himself slow. Me, halfway on my knees, halfway lost in the taste and heat and chaos of it all.

And then—Wes’s voice broke through.

“Noah,” he groaned. “I really want to fuck you.”

I paused. Lifted my head, slowly. Wes’s cock glistened, red and twitching, his abs clenching like he was right on the edge.
I blinked up at him.
“In front of him?” I said, cocking a brow. “Really?”

Wes hesitated. “I mean...”

I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Damn, Noah,” Ryan muttered, still jerking himself. “Don’t leave him hanging like that. Look at his tip. Shit’s redder than his face.”

Wes groaned, frustrated, his cock twitching helplessly in the air.

I smirked. “Wes…” I leaned in, close enough that he could feel my breath on his shaft. “If you want to fuck me, you’re gonna have to earn the rest.”

He blinked. “Earn it?”

I stood slowly. Licked my lips. “Earn the apology. Then earn the rest of me.”

Wes looked wrecked. Ryan was still palming himself. The whole room smelled like sweat and precum and tension. I grabbed my shirt off the chair, tossed it over my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Wes asked, voice hoarse.

I paused at the door. Looked back. “Think of this as halftime,” I said, grinning. “If you want more, figure out how to say sorry.”

Then I opened the door and walked out...leaving them both hard, breathless, and dying to follow.

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