The Cliff of Release
Henry pushed through the roller door on Friday evening, the industrial zone outside already fading into the soft purple of dusk. The Factory hummed with its usual low energy, a few scattered climbers finishing their sessions on the lower walls. He had barely stepped inside when Nico and Ivo appeared from the back office, both of them moving toward him at once. Their arms wrapped around him in a shared hug that pressed him solidly between their bodies. Nico’s lean frame fit against his front, warm and solid from the day’s travel, while Ivo’s broader, hair-dusted chest aligned along his back. The contact lingered, meaningful in a way that went beyond simple greeting. Henry felt the steady thrum of their heartbeats, the quiet reassurance that nothing had shifted in his absence. The warmth sank deep, easing the last traces of Monday’s doubt like a slow thaw.
“Missed this,” Nico murmured against his shoulder, voice carrying that straightforward honesty Henry had come to rely on. “Trade fair was endless. All I could think about was getting back here.”
Ivo’s hand rested at the base of Henry’s spine, thumb tracing a small circle through the fabric of his T-shirt. “We both did. But we also knew you needed the space. How are you feeling now?”
Henry exhaled into the embrace, letting the moment stretch. “Better. The wall helped. And the way you two just showed up like this… it settles something in me I did not even know was still rattled.” He pulled back enough to meet their eyes, the sarcastic edge creeping in gently. “Though if you keep hugging me like that in the middle of the hall, people are going to start charging admission.”
Ivo chuckled, the sound low and fond, then stepped back with a purposeful glance toward the wall. “Enough talk for now. You two get on the mats. Burn off some of that energy before we move upstairs. I will handle the last check-ins...”
Nico nodded and led Henry toward the climbing area, but concentration proved impossible from the first move. The session started normally enough, with Nico demonstrating a new sequence on a moderate blue. Yet every time Henry reached for a hold, Nico’s hand found an excuse to steady him, palm sliding along the curve of his hip or lingering at the small of his back. Their bodies brushed constantly, closer than any coaching required. Henry’s T-shirt rode up during a dynamic reach, exposing the soft lower belly, and Nico’s fingers traced the exposed skin openly.
“Careful with that grip,” Nico said, voice dropping into a teasing register. “Would not want you to slip and end up with my face right where I have been picturing it all week.”
Henry laughed despite the flush creeping up his neck, the shyness from earlier days now mixed with bolder heat. He countered by pressing his thigh against Nico’s during the next spot, letting the contact linger. “Keep talking like that and I will need a different kind of spot. One that involves less wall and more of whatever you have been saving up in those tight pants.”
They traded jokes like that for the next half hour, each one spicier than the last. Nico described in vivid detail how he had jerked off in the hotel room thinking about Henry’s thighs wrapped around him. Henry fired back with a sarcastic quip about how Ivo’s steady voice would probably sound even better giving orders while they were all tangled together. Touches grew bolder: a hand grazing the front of Henry’s cargo pants where his cock had already begun to thicken, a deliberate press of Nico’s bulge against Henry’s ass during a pretend correction on foot placement. The climbing itself became secondary, reduced to half-hearted attempts between heated exchanges.
Elina appeared at the edge of the mats like a quiet storm. She crossed her arms, the young woman’s mature presence cutting through the charged air with effortless authority. “Gentlemen,” she said, tone strict but laced with dry humor, “this is a boulder hall, not a private sauna. I can see the sparks from the counter, and they are about to set off the fire alarm. Dial it back or I will start charging you extra for the show you are putting on for the whole hall.”
Nico straightened, a sheepish grin breaking across his face. He glanced at Henry, then back at Elina. “Fair point. Though between you and Ivo, I am starting to wonder who the real boss is around here.”
Elina’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. “Me, obviously. Now finish the session properly or take it upstairs. Your choice.”
Nico nodded, still grinning, and turned to Henry. “She is right. I will head up and get things ready. You finish one more problem on your own. I know you hate leaving a session half joked through. Shower after if you want. We will be waiting.”
Henry watched him go, the anticipation already coiling low in his gut. He forced himself through one final route, focusing on clean movement this time, no distractions. The burn in his muscles felt good, grounding. When he topped out and dropped back to the mat, satisfaction mixed with the heavier pull of want. He gathered his things and headed straight for the locker room, deciding a quick rinse would clear the chalk and sweat before upstairs.
The tiled space was empty at first. Henry stripped efficiently, stepping under the hot spray and letting the water pound his shoulders. He soaped up, hands moving over the familiar softness of his belly and the dark hair across his chest, his cock half interested from the earlier teasing. Steam filled the air, and for a moment the world narrowed to the simple pleasure of heat on sore muscles.
The door opened. Marcus walked in alone, towel slung over one shoulder. He did not speak, only nodded once in curt acknowledgment before stripping down at the far end. Henry’s gaze flicked over despite himself. The younger man’s body was stunning, all sharp definition and smooth lines honed by endless hours on the wall. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, abs cut like they had been carved. When Marcus stepped under his own shower, the full view hit Henry hard. His cock hung heavy and beautiful, thick even soft, the head perfectly shaped, veins tracing elegant lines along the length. It was the kind of cock that belonged in fantasies, and Marcus carried it with the same arrogant ease he brought to everything else.
Marcus caught Henry looking. His eyes dropped pointedly to Henry’s more modest erection, lingering for a beat before a small, knowing smirk tugged at his mouth. No words. Just that silent judgment, the same one from the other night but stripped of volume this time. Henry felt the discomfort spike sharp and immediate, old insecurities flaring under the water.
The door opened again. Ugur and Adam entered together, chatting casually. They spotted Henry and offered easy greetings, nothing like Marcus’s cold silence. “Hey, man,” Adam said, already peeling off his shirt. “Good to see you back. That roast the other night was legendary.”
Ugur nodded, friendly as ever. “Yeah, respect. Marcus is still sulking about it, but whatever.”
Henry forced a quick reply, then shut off the water and dried off in record time. The discomfort clung to him like damp skin as he pulled on fresh clothes. He left the locker room without another glance, the smirk from Marcus still burning at the edges of his mind. By the time he reached the private staircase at the back of the hall, the unease had settled into a low churn. He climbed the steps, pushed open the apartment door, and stepped inside.
The sight that greeted him washed everything else away in an instant.
The living area lights were dimmed low, casting warm shadows across the couch. Ivo knelt on all fours along the cushions, completely naked except for a black leather harness that crisscrossed his hairy chest and a matching jockstrap that framed his ass perfectly. The dark hair on his back and thighs gleamed under the light. Nico knelt behind him, face buried between Ivo’s cheeks, tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes. The wet sounds filled the room, mixed with Ivo’s deep, unashamed moans.
They did not stop. Did not even glance toward the door at first. Ivo’s head lifted slightly, eyes half lidded with pleasure, and his voice came out rough and commanding.
“Henry. Get over here. Now.”
The words cut straight through the lingering discomfort, replacing it with pure, liquid heat. Henry crossed the room in three strides, already kicking off his shoes. Nico pulled back just enough to flash him a heated grin, lips shiny, before diving back in. Ivo reached out, grabbed Henry’s hand, and tugged him down onto the couch beside them.
“Clothes off,” Ivo ordered, voice steady even as it broke on another moan. “I want your mouth on me while he keeps eating me out.”
Henry stripped fast, cock already fully hard and leaking. He leaned in, taking Ivo’s thick length into his mouth in one smooth motion. The taste was salty and warm, the girth stretching his lips pleasantly. He sucked with building rhythm, tongue swirling around the head while Ivo’s hand threaded through his short hair, guiding without forcing. Behind them Nico continued his work, the obscene sounds of his tongue joining the wet slide of Henry’s mouth.
Ivo’s free hand roamed down Henry’s back, then lower, fingers slick with lube that had appeared from somewhere. One digit pressed inside Henry’s entrance, slow and careful, crooking just right to brush that sensitive spot. Henry moaned around Ivo’s cock, the vibration pulling a deeper groan from the man above him.
“Fuck, yes,” Ivo praised, voice velvet and rough all at once. “Look at you taking us both already. Nico, add another finger for him. Get him ready.”
Nico’s hand joined in, two fingers now stretching Henry open in tandem with the rimming. The dual sensation built fast, pleasure coiling tight at the base of Henry’s spine. He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, while his own cock throbbed untouched against the couch cushions. The three of them moved in a heated, interconnected rhythm, moans and wet sounds blending together.
Ivo’s hips rocked gently between Henry’s mouth and Nico’s tongue, the harness straps creaking softly with each shift. “So good,” he murmured, fingers still working inside Henry. “You are going to feel incredible when we finally fuck you open together. But not yet. Not until you are dripping and begging for it.”
Henry’s mind spun with the promise, body alight and aching for more. The cliff of release hovered close, but Ivo kept them right there on the edge, drawing it out with expert control.
… To be continued
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