Get-Together Summer (15 page)

"Go on," she whispered. "Take the whole thing,
Simon."

Eager to obey, he did. For a moment
he thought he would choke for real, that it would be
too much
, but then
something in his throat relaxed, as if by accident, and he found
himself with his nose pressed against the hot skin of Dirk's lower
abdomen, wiry hairs tickling his nose. Dirk made a strangled noise,
but his hips remained still, and Haley laughed softly.

"Good," she murmured, and let her hand slip away.

Simon moaned as best he could, and began to bob his
head. He worried a little that he would lose that special trick
that made the deepthroating possible -- had it just been a fluke?
-- but when he pulled back and sank down again, his throat accepted
Dirk's cock without protest, flexing around him in an awkward
swallow.

"
Fuck
," Dirk groaned, and then his
hips
were
moving
-- slowly at first, tiny jerky moments that slowly smoothed out and
grew more insistent. Simon kept his fingers clenched tightly on
Dirk's hips, but otherwise didn't try to stop his
movements.

More,
he
thought, as hard as he could.
Give me
more, I want all of it, I want everything so that you can't pretend
like this didn't happen later, because if Haley won't take it back,
you can't do it either ...

And then, as if hearing his thoughts, Dirk began to
move faster. His thrusts were still mostly careful, but they were
faster now, driven with more enthusiasm. Simon tugged occasionally
with his hands, trying to force him deeper and harder. Against his
shoulder, he felt Haley move again, shifting to press her body more
closely against Dirk's side.

"Dirk," Simon heard her whisper, just barely audible
now over the roaring in his ears, "go on."

Dirk
whined
, high and strangled, and began
to thrust hard. At first Simon was almost taken by surprise; he
nearly choked again, but then clung harder, hollowing his cheeks
with effort as Dirk's cock moved in and out of his
mouth.

After that, it didn't take too long. Dirk choked and
his hips stuttered in their rhythm, and then Simon's mouth flooded
with hot salty cum. It was stronger than the taste of Dirk's cock,
but still not entirely unpleasant. He pulled off slowly, trying to
swallow as he went, but his mouth was still wet and dripping a
little as he sat back.

Haley immediately sank back down onto the couch.
Before Simon could quite catch his breath, she turned his face to
him and kissed him -- sweetly at first, almost gently, and then
deepening it, her tongue dipping into his mouth until he began to
kiss back. He still wasn't entirely ready, it felt like, but
kissing Haley felt good and comfortable; it was more affectionate
than passionate, though there was certainly a definite interest in
the way her soft body pressed against his.

He heard a soft thump before a weight folded himself
over his knees. He cracked an eye open and saw that Dirk was
kneeling before the couch again, half draped across both their
laps. His cheek was against Haley's thigh and his eyes were
half-open, dark and not quite focused. The rush of pride that went
through Simon at that was arousing in and of itself, and he kissed
Haley harder in response, wrapping his arms around her and holding
her close and tight. She gasped a little, but didn't protest
either, rubbing her breasts almost gratuitously against his
chest.

Dirk reached up to touch her cheek lightly, his
expression now openly fond. Haley leaned into it without really
breaking the kiss with Simon, making pleased, almost kittenish
noises. Simon ran his hands across the upper spread of her back,
enjoying the fine texture of her skin, then pulled back from the
kiss slowly, reluctant, but still enough to give them both
space.

"Uh," he said, and licked his lips briefly. "That was
..."

Haley cupped his face in both hand, effectively
cutting off his awkward stuttering. She held him still and leaned
forward to touch their foreheads together, though she didn't kiss
him again. This close, her familiar face looked strange, almost
alien, but there was still something in it that he found
comforting. She was blushing a little again.

"I love you," she said, and there was enough fondness
in her voice that he couldn't pretend he'd misheard it, or that he
could mistake her meaning. "You idiot."

He huffed a little, but still didn't pull away from
her hands. "I am not."

"You're one hundred percent an idiot." She kissed him
lightly and quickly this time, then sat back. Dirk had settled
himself to be mostly leaning in her lap, his head resting near her
hip, looking up at the both of them with lazy satisfied eyes.
"Don't you ever run away from me again."

Simon scowled a little, piqued just
a tiny bit to irritation in his own defense. "It's not really
something you can just
say
to someone," he protested. "I mean, you were
already dating someone else! He's right there!" He pointed to Dirk.
"I was trying to be nice! And not get in the way! To be a good
person, what's wrong with that?"

"Is that so," Dirk drawled, though he sounded more
amused now. "So what was all of that at the movie, huh?"

Simon flushed. "You noticed ..."

"
You
might be stupid, that doesn't
mean
I
am."

"I told you, I am not--!"

"Was there something at the movie?" Haley looked down
at Dirk, threading her fingers into his hair and tugging a little.
"You never told me that."

"Ow, ow, baby, not so hard -- I thought you
noticed!"

"I was actually paying attention to the movie!"

Dirk laughed at that, sounding more wry than anything
else. He reached up and caught her wrist, holding it still to
relieve some of the pressure on his scalp. "All right, fair, but
that's still not my fault if you didn't notice. It wasn't anything
too big, baby, just a little messing around."

"Messing around!" She sounded even more indignant
now. "How far did you two even get? And without telling me?"

Simon covered his face with his hands; he could feel
himself blushing so hard his ears felt hot. "It wasn't really like
that ..."

"It totally was," Dirk purred. "Are you trying to
deny our afternoon of passion?"

"
There was
no afternoon of passion, you jerk!
"

Dirk laughed again, louder and more freely, rubbing
his cheek against Haley's hip. "You believe me, don't you,
baby?"

Haley snorted. "Not at all. Get off."

"I already--"

"I mean
actually
get off." She shoved lightly
at his head, then again, until he straightened off of her. She got
to her feet and stretched, her back arching, doing interesting
things to her breasts that Simon couldn't help but watch. "I'm
going to shower. Who wants to come with me?"

Dirk raised a hand at once. "Me!"

"Simon?" She tilted her head to look at him, curious
and hopeful both.

He swallowed hard, lacing his fingers together
tightly. "Would there even be enough room ... ?"

"I think so." She ducked down a little, grabbing at
his hands and pulling until he turned them to hold onto her wrists
in turn, letting her pull him to his feet. Dirk stood as well,
shucking off his pants the rest of the way. "Actually I think
there's probably enough room for five people in one of those
things."

"F-five?!" He quailed a little at the thought.

Haley rolled her eyes. "It's not like I know that
literally or anything, okay? Just that there's always a lot of
extra room when Dirk and I shower together."

"You two have done that--?"

Dirk slung an arm around his shoulders, leaning
heavily against him. "We're going to blow your mind, prettyboy," he
said, then reached down to grope Simon for a moment, blatantly
squeezing. "And more than just that."

Haley tugged until Simon began to move forward, a
slightly awkward step at a time, nearly carrying Dirk's weight with
him. "It's fun," she said, with the tiniest huff in her breathing.
"I promise. And we'll clean up at the same time."

Simon whimpered briefly, almost stumbling in his
forward advance. "Haley ..."

Her expression softened, and she wrapped her arms
around him, leaning her body into his for a moment. "We don't have
to, if you don't want to," she murmured. "But I think you might
like it."

Dirk kissed his shoulder. "Your cousin's smart," he
said. "Listen to her."

"Um," Simon managed, then licked his lips, quick and
nervous. "All right ..."

Haley stretched up to kiss him briefly, then kissed
Dirk before she pulled away and continued leading them upstairs, to
her bathroom. Part of Simon was surprised at how easily three
people fit into the smaller room; he'd been used to having the
space to himself, and he'd expected things to feel crowded, maybe
even cramped -- but the shower stall itself definitely now looked
wide enough for all three of them, and with room to move.

Haley went in first, switching the water on and
pressing herself against the wall with her hand out. After a moment
she nodded and beckoned the two of them in. "It's not too hot," she
said. "I know Dirk likes it up there, but Simon ... ?"

"Hot's fine," he mumbled, more to the tile floor than
in answer to her. Dirk slid away from him and went in first,
wrapping his arms around Haley and kissing her, slow and easy.
Simon watched them from the corner of one eye, feeling shy all over
again. Their ease with each other was another reminder at how much
on the fringe he still was -- tomorrow, after they'd slept off all
today, would this still be something either of them would want ...
?

"Simon," Haley said. He looked up and saw her, still
wrapped up in Dirk's arms, but holding a hand out to him. The look
in her eyes made his knees go weak for a moment. "Come here?"

He took a deep breath and stepped
forward, into the shower stall. The water
was
hot, though not unpleasantly or
even excessively so; he still shivered a little as he closed the
stall door behind him. To his unexpected relief, they both reached
for him to pull him in between them.

To his surprise, Dirk kissed him first: hard and
slow, and far more forward than he'd really expected. Simon caught
his arms for balance, hands slipping over wet skin, before Haley
pressed up against him from behind, her breasts against his back
and her hands resting on his chest and belly. He moaned, the sound
rising up to a whimper as Haley's fingers slid up, gliding lightly
over his nipples, back and forth over and over, until they were so
sensitive that even the water was bordering on too much. Dirk
continued to kiss him through it, slow and lazy, his tongue
thrusting into Simon's mouth slow and steady, mimicking the
movement of his cock from before. It took a surprising amount of
effort to not just swoon.

Haley pulled away finally, and Simon whimpered
briefly into the kiss, confused and a little bereft. A moment
later, though, something nubbly-soft touched his back and he could
smell something vaguely like berries; the loofah, he realized after
a moment, before he broke the kiss and turned as much as he could
to look at her.

She grinned, a little naughty, still rubbing his
back. "No, go on. Don't mind me."

"But--"

"Go
on
." She gave him a tiny nudge,
closer to Dirk again, then went back to soaping up his back. Under
her breath she was humming snatches of a distantly familiar song.
Simon looked at Dirk again, a little embarrassed at what he saw:
Dirk was heavy-eyed and smiling, his wet hair slicked back out of
his face, and when he met Simon's eyes, he made a little biting
gesture before he drew Simon even closer, kissing him
again.

As they kissed, Dirk's hands slid up and down his
sides, in counterpoint to Haley's steady downward progression. A
few times, their hands tangled together, and Dirk's fingers carried
lather up along Simon's skin, leaving a bubbly white trail.

Then Haley was kneeling behind him, her hands gently
nudging his feet wider apart. He caught onto Dirk for balance,
whimpering, shaking a little in spite of himself.

"I've got you," Dirk murmured, soothing now, rubbing
Simon's hips. Haley said something as well, but her voice was lost
to the rush of water. She began to scrub one of his legs, paying
what seemed like special attention to his upper inner thighs,
though she never quite directly touched either his balls or his
cock. Every time she came brushingly close, though, he shivered,
his toes curling against the tile floor and his hips lifting into a
rocking arch.

As Haley reached the bottom of his legs, running the
loofah in lopsided circles around his ankles and over his feet,
Dirk's hands settled more firmly on his hips, holding him more
securely. He leaned in, so that his lips were brushing against
Simon's ear, and whispered: "Do you want more, prettyboy?"

A feeble whine rose from Simon's throat in protest.
He jerked a little, but Dirk's hands on his hips -- and Haley's,
now, on one of his ankles -- held him firmly in place. "I'm not a
..."

"You're very pretty," Dirk murmured. "That's not such
a bad thing. Haley's pretty too. Both of you ..." He nipped Simon's
ear, sharp and fast, a lightning-flash sting that barely registered
as pain before Dirk's tongue moved over it, soothing. "If you want
more, you just need to ask."

Simon swallowed hard. He could feel himself
trembling. It was embarrassing and it was stupid and he couldn't
make himself stop.