Breaking the Silence

Breaking the Silence

He wasn’t sure when their bored, restless, innocent night had turned into.. this.

Tyler, their youngest, the baby, stripped naked and on all fours on the center of his bed, knees knocked wide as Pogue knelt behind him to trace the slick, blunt end of a fucking sex toy over and over sensitive, puckered skin while his other hand held Tyler spread open wide, exposed. His own hand, lips, smoothing, gentling, over the trembling skin of the youngest boy’s ached spine while Reid murmured hot, filthy and somehow so, so sweet things into one softly flushed ear, the blonde stroking through Tyler’s dark hair.

The sight of their heads snuggled up so sweetly, so close together, the tenderness there, was a counterbalance to the hot, erotic sight of that wet, black latex rubbing over quivering pink and white skin held apart by a darkly tanned hand, the tip circling, pressing the slightest bit forward just to pull a new set of quivers down the boy’s spine, legs, helpless sounds muffling into the sheets.

Sounds that were the whole point of this, or, at least, a big part. Sounds Reid wouldn’t let him hide, gently but firmly tilting Tyler’s face out of the sheets.

“We wanna hear you, baby boy. Wanna hear you cry, wanna hear you beg,” he heard Reid murmur darkly, heard the answering whine from Tyler’s throat.

The night had started out simple enough, normal enough. The three of them meeting him here, planning on heading out to Nicky’s, but the rain had started coming down in heavy sheets that never seemed to end and even they weren’t daring enough to go out in that. Well, Reid was, but the rest of them weren’t quite as careless with their lives.

They’d been bored and talking shit, sprawled out in his room and inevitably, the talking turned to sex. Talk about girls, sex in general had turned to laughing and teasing about sex between each other, then somehow, the teasing had centered on Tyler.

Even then, it had been harmless. Just loving to watch him blush. Light teasing, a little ribbing, over the fact that none of them had really ever seen Ty lose control. Their youngest was so self-contained, so quiet, even in the middle of sex. It was sweet, they didn’t want to change him, change it. But they wanted to watch him lose it, just once.

Then Reid had stepped it up a notch, which was hardly new, though the thick black tapered plug he’d pulled out of his pocket sure as hell was. As well as the news that he’d found it still in its package under Tyler’s bed.

Tyler had been mortified.

The rest of them, though, they’d been turned the fuck on. Just the thought of their innocent little Tyler even thinking of buying something like that was enough to strain their minds. He’d protested, stumbling and stammering over his words, face flushed red, repeating he’d never actually used it, he’d.. just been curious. And that he’d lost his nerve.

Caleb wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten there, though, with Tyler naked on his bed. Most likely Reid’s uncanny way of provoking Tyler until he did exactly what he wanted him to do but he didn’t doubt he and Pogue had helped push it along, as well.

He should feel bad about that, should be pausing this, making sure it was what Tyler wanted. He was pretty sure he’d feel bad about it later, but they were all so fucking turned on that it would take more strength than he had to slow things down right now. They were slow enough.

Pogue was sliding the tapered end so slowly over Tyler’s slicked up skin that his own cock throbbed in sympathy, each firm pass from the younger boy’s balls up the crack of his ass making Tyler jerk, made his fingers spasm in the sheets. He was trying so hard to keep it all in; Caleb could tell that it was a matter of pride for the younger boy now, now that they had him like this. Knowing exactly what they wanted.

But Caleb also knew that Pogue had the willpower to draw this out for hours, wait out Tyler’s stubbornness until the boy was keening, begging, which was why he was the one in control. He didn’t trust himself to be able to be quite so merciless and Reid? There was no way Reid had that kind of patience.

It really was the hottest thing he’d seen in his life, Tyler stripped naked on his knees and elbows, ass arched up with his flushed cheek pressing along the sheets. All three of them still dressed, Reid more or less, but the blonde used any reason to strip down.

They’d all done various things with each other over the years but they’d never done anything like this, not all together, not anything like this. He and Tyler had never gone past a couple hand jobs and a messy blow, anyway, so seeing him like this was enough to make him ache.

The bed shifted and he glanced away from the pale, trembling skin under his fingertips, still tracing soft over the bumps of Tyler’s spine. Reid was rearranging himself on the bed, sitting up and hauling pillows over his lap, shifting Tyler until his upper body was supported there, in his lap, fingers stroking through the damp black hair, petting over flushed, soft skin.

Head bent down, strands of blonde hair falling over his face as he whispered to Tyler, telling him how fucking hot he looked, how perfect he was. How damned hard seeing him like that made him. How much he wanted to hear Tyler, coaxing, demanding, pleading.

“C’mon, baby, tell me how good it feels, can feel you shaking with it, Ty.. God, makes me so damned hot, watching him get you so hard.” Tyler made a choked sound, teeth setting into his lip, and Reid growled. “Oh no, no. No you don’t. Don’t hide from me, baby, don’t hide, come on, baby..” His thumb tugged down on Tyler’s lip until those teeth released it, holding his mouth slightly open, lips parted, and the hitching sounds in Tyler’s throat were audible in the quiet room.

Pogue rewarded him, shifting his grip and spreading him further, thumb digging in to soft skin to better expose the tight little muscle there, dropping the plug on the bed and picking up the lube again. Drizzling it down along the crease of the younger boy’s ass.

Caleb bit hard on his lip and looked away, palm sliding down under Tyler. Palming hot, slow, over the soft, trembling skin of his belly, stroking, soothing, as he pressed his mouth to his spine. Lifting up, unable to help it, eyes going back to Pogue.

He’d picked the plug up again and was rubbing in tight little circles, Tyler hips hitching back and forth as his panted gasps echoed in the room. Just silent bursts of breath until Reid’s fingers tugged soft in his hair, whispering low. A whimpered, almost wounded sound, slipped from his throat, and Pogue inched the toy in a little further. Tyler’s fingers spasmed on the sheets, clenching tight.

“Good boy, that’s good, so good, baby.. I got you, got you,” Reid whispered over and over and Caleb ached he was so damned hard.

Pogue inched it in a little further, twisting, before dragging it back out, and a sharp, aborted sob of sound escaped Tyler, hips tilting back, up, pleadingly. Eyes tightly closed, lips flushed, parted, on the pillow against Reid’s knee.

The three of them exchanged glances and Caleb let his palm slide down further, bypassing the boy’s hard cock to palm soft over the lube-slick balls, rubbing over them careful, slow, as Pogue twisted the wet end of the toy in again, even further, stretching Tyler a little more. The younger boy jerked, thighs spreading wider, knees skidding on the sheets as he keened.

“That’s it, fuck yeah, that’s it.. come on, baby boy, come on.. let me hear you, baby,” Reid hushed over him, the blonde’s face intent, focused, even as it was flushed, eyes dark, lips bitten. Caleb could only imagine that his looked much the same.

His palm slid back, over the slick shaft of Tyler’s cock, pressing his mouth to the younger boy’s spine again, hot, wet, as he fisted him loosely. Pad of his thumb brushing over the heightened nerves on the swollen, wet head.

Tyler moaned almost desperately in his throat and shifted, hands gripping and squeezing at the handfuls of sheet in each one, body rocking lightly back and forth, and it made Caleb bite the inside of his lip to not fist him hard, rough, fast. Bring him off. Because, Jesus, the kid was begging for it in every line of his body.

But they wanted.. they needed to hear it.

Tyler was gasping on every breath now, choked, lost sounds mixed with the catches of air, and Caleb could tell each of them were so goddamned turned on that it was fucking painful. He had to keep grinding his free hand against the front of his jeans to keep from taking himself out.

Wasn’t for them, not yet, not until they cracked him open, made him lose every bit of that control.

Pogue eased the slick toy free again and waited until Tyler was shaking with how hard he was pressing back before pushing it forwards, slow and careful but in, in a little more, until Tyler was making all these little desperate sounds in his throat, eyes opening wide, sightless, knuckles going white, then the widest part was in and the flared base was resting against him and the younger boy’s body sagged, a shuddering breath coming from his mouth.

Caleb gave him a moment, before starting to fist over the hard, slick cock in his grip, and Tyler moaned with each slide, squeeze, motion. Slender hips rocking, muscles shaking.

A sudden mewling sound started from the youngest and Caleb’s eyes slid away from the boy’s flushed face, watching as Pogue palmed the flared base of the plug and rocked it, pressing it deeper, rubbing it inside Tyler. Each upward bump he made with the heel of his hand against the hard latex drawing a burst of sound from Tyler’s throat, the boy’s lashes fluttering hard as his eyes nearly rolled back from the sensation of the toy pressing just there inside him.

He was moments away, Caleb could tell from the minute jerking of the firm flesh in his fist, the desperation in Tyler’s voice, though all that escaped were sounds and they wanted more. Much more.

So he released his cock, snaking his hand back, under, tugging down Tyler’s balls as they drew tight to his body, the younger boy sobbing in frustration and bucking against them, head shaking on Reid’s lap. The blonde bent further over him, fingers tight in his hair as he almost crooned, voice hot, hungry, whispering over Tyler’s moans and catching whimpers.

“You know what we wanna hear, baby, not gonna come til we do.. gonna keep you like this, fuck, you know we can.. you know we will. You’ve been so good, so fucking good.. sound so hot, baby, so hot for me, for us.. just a little more, baby, just a little more.. you can do it, you can take it.. come on, baby.. for me?”

Caleb rubbed and massaged the hard, tight balls another moment before letting his fist slide back down, cheek rubbing over and over the trembling spine, kissing soft, as he stroked him harder, in long, squeezing tugs, palming over the slick, sensitive head. Feeling the rocking motion as Pogue started pushing, nudging along the plug again, the combined efforts making Tyler shake so hard he was almost scared the younger boy was going to fall apart.

He fisted his hand, gripping just under the head as he drug the pad of his thumb up and down the leaking slit and Tyler cracked.

“God, please, please just .. fuck.. please let me come, shit, please.. fuck I hate you guys.. fuck.. please..” he sobbed out, voice ragged and thick, desperate.. and they.. they couldn’t not give in to that.

Caleb shifted, settling down onto his side and ducking his head down under Tyler, sucking the swollen, hot head of the younger boy’s cock into his mouth in a slow, hot suck, drawing strongly as he fisted the rest of him. The position was awkward but he knew he’d hardly be in it long enough for it to matter.

And the utterly broken, ragged loud cries coming from Tyler’s throat as the boy came hard, hot on his tongue moments later were so fucking more than worth every second.