Same Thing He Does Every Night

John needs to think of something new because he should be fantasizing about something new by now, something not so-inappropriate.

He hasn't thought about Chaya in a long time. Perfectly shaped breasts, soft curves, welcoming wetness. That's what he should think about. Not Rodney, not Rod. Not Rodney and Rod.

Not being on his knees sucking Rodney's cock, Rodney staring down at him in wonder. Not Rod fingering him incredibly gently for someone with such big fingers, watching Rodney as John sucks him, sliding his mouth up and down Rodney's length.

He sucks hard, greedy for it, one hand toying with Rodney's balls. Rodney hasn't been laid in a long time and the kinkiness of doing John with the other him, of doing John at all, will push him along, make him come long and hard and soon. The feel of Rod's fingers in his ass, probing and stretching, carefully avoiding places that feel too good, makes him want to impale himself on Rodney, take that cock as deep as it will go.

Even though he wants Rodney to come, it's still too soon and he moans in disappointment when Rodney's softening cock slips from his mouth. Rod turns him around; this cock looks like Rodney's, but it tastes different, not a lot, just enough.

He wonders what Rodney thinks of this, of John on his knees, slutty and needful and wanting.

Imagining Rodney's confusion and Rodney's lust, he slides three fingers into his mouth, working them in and out, pretending they're Rod's cock and that he can feel Rodney's eyes on him.

"He's ready for you," he hears Rod say and he thinks maybe Rod has tossed Rodney the lube. He's sure of it when the fingers return, less sure this time.

Pulling his fingers from his mouth, John fumbles for the lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers before sliding in two at once, barely containing his groan.

Rodney explores him thoroughly, turning his fingers, pressing deep, hitting all the places Rod carefully avoided; it takes all of John's concentration to keep sucking.

"It'll be okay if you fuck him," Rod says and John gratefully takes him deeper.

"Really?"

"Yes."

John tries to nod, to add his own yes but he doesn't think Rodney can see him. Maybe he did because the fingers disappear and there is something big and blunt against his hole. Pressure, John yields to it, stretching, letting Rodney in. In and in and in, until it feels like he's bursting, like Rodney's exploding him from inside. He's got Rodney in his ass and Rod in his mouth; it's the dirtiest fucking heaven John has ever imagined.

Reaching down, Rod takes John's face in his hands and begins sliding his cock back and forth over John's lips and tongue. They set up an alternating rhythm; John gets a long careful stroke in his ass and then one in his mouth. Rodney's hands are gripping his hips and John can hear him babbling.

Rod pauses a hair too long and suddenly he's thrusting with Rodney and they're both filling him. John thinks maybe he could come from just this.

On the bed in his quarters, he's completely exposed, lying on top of the covers, naked, fingers in his ass and his mouth, writhing between them.

Rod comes, releasing his grip on John, letting John slide his mouth up to the head and suck the come from him. He pulls out completely and John lowers himself to his forearms with a groan. He doesn't get to stay like that for long. Rod says something to Rodney that John can't hear and John is being pulled back onto Rodney's lap. The change in position forces Rodney deeper inside and John reaches behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck.

He starts to move riding Rodney's cock like he's imagined a hundred times. Rod kneels in front of them, leans down and takes John's cock in one smooth glide.

So close, he just needs- "Rodney, please." Somehow Rodney gets it because he lifts his hips and pushes into John's prostate. John explodes, shuddering, gasping, coming. Rod's swallowing and Rodney's still moving, fucking John through it, his arms tight around John's waist.

Panting, John closes his eyes and slides his free. Tomorrow night he's going to imagine something else, something with pretty women and breasts. Tomorrow night he won't come with Rodney's name on his lips and his own fingers in his ass. Tomorrow night he'll be good.