Hotel California

“Shh.”

Miles gripped the edge of the bed tightly, biting down on the pillow to avoid crying out in ecstasy. He lay on his stomach, his legs parted to grant access to whoever happened to feel like shoving their dick up his ass.

“Fuck, Miles. You’re tight.”

A gasp as Evan’s member slid into his hole. His breathing got heavier and more laboured as the other picked up speed, and soon quiet moans were escaping his lips despite his best effort.

“Ah... ahh!”

“Shut up, Miles.”

“I’m trying… oh- ahhh!”

“Well, try harder. Unless you want to get caught.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Shut it.”

Evan picked up the pace, and the boy pinned to the bed couldn’t resist crying out, clutching the bed tightly.

“Shut the fuck up!”

The thrusting stopped and Miles found a hand clamped over his mouth. Now that he was effectively silenced, Evan resumed pounding into him, amused as he bucked and writhed under his touch, craving more, craving release. His eyes rolled back in his head as Evan thrust in hard. He wanted to scream, he tried to scream but the hand over his mouth stopped him. It was a full thirty seconds before he regained enough consciousness to open his eyes and wonder how this was so good.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Miles.”

“You’re so… so good…”

He was still dazed, the entire world spinning before his eyes.

“My turn,” another voice said, and he found himself filled up with another cock.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder!”

“Shh.”

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s hard. I’d imagine.”

“It’s cos you’re so good- ahhh!”

“Shhhh.”

Miles quietly whined when the stimulation stopped.

“Wha… why-”

“We’re going to stop every time you make a sound. So you’d better be nice and quiet like a good boy. Are you a good boy, Miles?”

“Yes, yes I’ll be a good boy! I promise! Just keep touching me, please!”

He dealt with the start and stop, painfully able to hear flesh slapping against flesh and Steven’s quiet moaning, which was apparently deemed acceptable. After an annoyingly long time, he felt so sexually frustrated he shoved his hand into his mouth as a gag. While this worked in silencing him, he bit down hard as he climaxed and managed to draw blood.

Jackson, now perched on the bed, took in the sight of all the blood. He took Miles into the bathroom and bandaged his hand.

“Looks like we gotta occupy that sweet mouth of yours some other way. Plus, you owe me one for the bandages.”

Miles knew exactly what he meant and dropped to his knees, giving the tip of Jackson’s member a kiss before kissing down the shaft. He licked around his balls and then took them in his mouth, flicking over them with his tongue.

“And don’t you dare do to me what you did to your hand.”

Miles gave him a playful, gentle nip as a joke. In return, he got an amused death glare and a hand on the back of his head, reminding him to get on with it already. Miles felt his throat expand and contract as Jackson fucked him in the throat, pressing his head close to his pelvis.

And then when Jackson was done, he found another dick shoved roughly into his mouth. After a while, he lost count. It felt like an eternity before someone came up with the next bright idea.

“I wonder how many of us we can fit in you at once, Miles?”

“Place your bets!”

Miles, still holding someone’s cock in his mouth, tried to inhale sharply every time someone skipped into one of his holes. He didn’t mind having two in his mouth, not really. But the second member up his ass tore him apart from the inside out. Tears welled up in his eyes and he tried to cry because it hurt so bad, but couldn’t because it felt so good he didn’t want it to stop, and his mouth was fully occupied anyway.

“Hey, I’m not feeling good…”

“What’s up?”

“Stomach… hurts…”

“What did you eat?”

“Not much… just jizz, really…”

“Fuck, Miles, even when you’re sick you’re sexy.”

A weak laugh, and his hands flew to cover his mouth and clutch his stomach.

“Get a bag,” Jackson murmured, and held the bag open when Steven passed it to him. He let Miles hold one end of it but held the other end tightly, his other arm around his sick friend.

A quiet burp, and he lurched over the bag, causing Jackson to start rubbing his back.

“You alright, Miles?”

It was hard to talk.

“I don’t want to throw up…”

“Shh, baby. Just get it all out of you. You’ll feel better after.”

Another burp and coughing session.

“Miles, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Jackson kept rubbing his back, the bag held open in front of him. A violent heave and a mouthful of vomit spilt into the bag. Miles choked and put a hand over his chest, his naked body visibly shaking and straining with the effort of throwing up.

He had been right. All that came up at first was creamy white liquid. And then it was the milk tea, and then the rice for dinner and remnants of vegetables that were once lunch.

“I’m so sick…” he murmured uselessly, slumping forwards. Jackson caught him before he fell.

“It’s okay. I got you.”

A final heave and Miles collapsed against Jackson, panting. He was soaked in sweat, still shivering. Jackson gave his hair a quick kiss. He waited for Miles’s breathing to regulate and then kissed him on the cheek, running fingers through his hair.

“Jackson, kiss him on the lips.”

“Do it.”

Jackson looked in concern at his friend who was still leaning against him, looking pale and fragile.

“Is it okay if I do?”

Miles weakly met his gaze.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“With tongue?”

A slight nod and Jackson was pressing their lips together, gently at first. His tongue slipped into the other’s mouth and started flicking it over all he surfaces he found, cleaning them off.

Jackson pushed in deeper and Miles offered no resistance, willingly letting him explore as much as he wanted. And Jackson eagerly swallowed every drop of saliva/vomit mix that ended up in his mouth.

And then it was too much. A gag and Jackson pulled away quickly, barely releasing the other’s lips before he violently puked over both their chests.

“Fuck,” he said quietly, before another wave came up.

And then Miles had his hand over his mouth, gagging and retching as the other brought up his dinner all over the two of them.

“Ooft, sexy.”

“Okay, we need a shower,” Jackson said, scooping Miles up once both their stomachs stopped trying to turn inside out. Miles lay limp in his arms- he couldn’t really find the strength to do anything but just go along with whatever everyone else wanted.

Several minutes later, they were out of the shower and lying side by side on the same bed, Miles facing the ceiling and Jackson on his front, cuddled up to his shoulder with an arm draped protectively over his chest. It seemed they would be done for the night, but it was always worth it to ask.

“Anyone up for more?”

Jackson caught his gaze.

“Nah, Miles needs to rest.”

“I’d rather sex over sleep,” Miles called, not very loudly.

“Haha, the little slut wants more.”

“How do you feel about that, Jackson? He wants the sex more than he wants you.”

“Oh, you fucking-”

With fury only half faked, Jackson got up and straddled Miles, lowering himself onto his almost-erect cock. He didn’t bother taking things slow- he could take the pain, he welcomed the pain, and he pushed down hard, coaxing a whine from Miles’s parted lips.

“I’d like to remind you all that he is mine, and only mine,” Jackson said, accenting each stressed syllable with a hard thrust down, making the boy under him moan in pleasure each time.

“He’s mine. And I can make him feel better than any of you ever will.”

And then Jackson leaned in to address Miles, who looked like he was already on the verge of orgasm.

“I’m going to make you feel good, so good you’ll cry when it’s over and you’ll always be craving more. And you’ll know that only I can do this to you. Only I can make you scream like this and you’ll never want anyone but me ever again. How does that sound, slut?”

He spat the last word, and Miles shivered, clearly desperate for more of what Jackson was doing to him, anticipating what he was about to do to him.

“Yes… yes, please! Please, Jackson…”

“I want you to scream. You’re going to scream my name, so the whole hotel will know what I’m doing to you, and they’ll know that you’re mine alone.”

“I will, Jackson, just please, please don’t stop...”

“I will do this only to you, and you’ll scream only for me.”

“Yes, Jackson- oh- oh, fuck, that’s good-”

And then Jackson had a finger up his ass, his other hand curled around his own dick. He rocked up and down faster, slipping another finger into Miles’s hole, feeling it clench around his fingers. Miles was already crying out in pleasure, gasping for air. Jackson fingered him harder and faster, feeling for his prostate so he could bring him to orgasm.

“Fuck, Jackson-”

“Scream my name!”

“JACKSON! Ah- JACKSON!”

“Louder!”

“JACKSON!!”

The sound of his scream faded into the relative silence of both of their post-orgasmic gasps for air. Jackson barely let him catch his breath before kissing him passionately, easily dominating him and getting full access to his mouth.

Miles moaned softly into their kiss, keening as the last of the waves of pleasure faded away. That had been so good- kissing was amazing, but nothing compared to Jackson touching him like that. He felt tears well in his eyes, not only from how amazing that entire experience was but also that it was over.

Jackson pulled away after a minute, gazed intensely into his eyes for a second before coming in to fight a battle of tongues again.

“How did you like that?” he finally asked, leaving Miles gasping for air.

“Good… so, so good…”

“Now would you choose sleep or sex, Miles?”

“Mm… either, as long as you stay with me.”

“Do I look like I have any intention of leaving my precious sweetheart alone?”

A slight smile graced Miles’s features, a smirk on Jackson’s face.

“Come here.”

Miles obediently crawled over to where Jackson reclined, cuddling up to him when he gestured for him to do so.

“Baby, are you alright? Feeling better?” came the quiet whisper in his ear.

“I’m always better when I’m with you,” Miles murmured, sleepily burying his face in Jackson’s shoulder.

Satisfied his love was okay, Jackson held him closer and watched lovingly as those large eyes slowly fluttered shut. And the last thing Miles saw before falling into a deep sleep was his lover’s beautiful brown eyes. He knew Jackson would love him until the end of time. He knew everything was okay.