Love, Lust and Betrayal

The sound of the doorbell rings throughout the house; a vibrant, shrill buzzing. “I’ve got it!” Quill says loudly. His boyfriend, Florian, is preoccupied in the kitchen, so he takes it upon himself to greet their guest. He opens the door to see the smiling face of Blythe, a long-time friend of the couple. “Hey!” Quill greets, standing to the side to let Blythe in the door. “I hope I’m not too early,” Blythe says. He’s brought homemade cookies for dessert, and hands the container to Quill. “Not at all,” Quill responds. “Florian is almost finished with dinner. Come in, make yourself comfortable.” Quill leads Blythe into the house, letting him sit on the couch as he brings the cookies into the adjacent kitchen. Their house is very open-concept, with dining room and living room being connected by a wide, open archway. Blythe can see right into the dining room from his position on the couch. The kitchen is attached to the dining area, separated by tiles in the kitchen and hard hood in the dining room, but no to the living room, so Blythe can’t see Florian hard at work. He wishes he could, the image of Florian wrapped up in a cute cooking apron, sweaty from the heat of the stove, makes him blush. “Do you need any help in there?” Blythe calls out. “Nope!” Florian shoots back. Quill re-enters the living room and sits on the opposite side of the couch to Blythe, holding a half- empty glass of wine and handing Blythe his own. He takes a large sip, wipes his mouth, then speaks. “So how have things been?” “Good,” Quill responds. “Florian has been stressed about worked recently, though. How’s it been going for you?” He speaks loud enough for Florian to hear from the kitchen. “Really good!” Blythe gleamed, excited to share his life updates. “I’m actually training to become a massage therapist.” “Oh, wow! That’s neat.” “Guess all that time you spent studying kinesiology will pay off!” Florian yells from the kitchen. Blythe felt warmed by the fact that Florian remembered when he studied kinesiology. Not many people did. “Are you enjoying it?” Quill asks. “Yeah! I think it’s a good fit for me,” Before their conversation can continue, Florian is bringing plates out to the table, whistling to get their attention. Blythe was correct about Florian’s cooking apron; he looks completely adorable init. “Alright boys, dinner’s ready.” Blythe and Quill grab some food and cutlery from the kitchen, bringing it all out to the table. Once everything is ready, they sit, and Blythe takes the first bite. “Oh, my god, Florian this is amazing,” He says with his mouth full. Florian has always been a great cook, and tonight he has prepared a delectable roast beef with honey garlic roasted potatoes and a homemade Caesar salad. He paired the dinner with a wine from their collection. Blythe can’t help but admire his skills. “Aww, thanks! It’s just something I whipped up, I’m glad you like it.” There’s a shine in Florian’s eyes as he speaks. “So, how’s your training been going then? Are you any good?” “Ah, it’s good! I am enjoying it…” Blythe responds, trailing off apprehensively. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. It’s just… I think I need to get some more hands-on experience. I don’t know if my technique works right.” “Oh!” Florian exclaims, putting his fork down and clapping his hands together. “Why not practice on me?” “What?” “Yeah,” he continues. “My back and shoulders have been hurting like crazy over the last couple of weeks. I’ve been so tense because of problems at work. You can help me relax, and I can you practice. It’s a win-win!” Unsure, Blythe glances at Quill. He knows Quill has always been wary and cautious of him, especially around Florian, likely due to his not-so-subtle attraction to the man. “Is that ok?” he asks. Surprisingly, Quill nods. “I’ve tried to do what I can,” he says, “but I’m not someone who studies this. If you think you can help him, go for it.” “Ok then!” Blythe agrees, trying to hide his excitement. Getting to touch all over Florian’s body was not on his bingo card of things that would happen today, especially not with Quill sitting nearby. He knows that he needs to play it cool, to be calm, to not get worked up. He doesn’t need a… situation…to happen while his hands explore the expanse of his friend’s back. After the meal, Quill and Blythe work together to clean the table and wash the dishes while Florian sets up the ottoman to act as a home-made massage table. He sets up some candles as a joke, and brings out some jojoba oil that he uses in the shower, setting everything on the side table in the living room. He drapes a white towel over top of the ottoman in case of any oil spills, and considers his prep work finished. When the kitchen is clean and dishes put away, Florian takes to his room to get undressed. When he returns, wearing nothing but towel wrapped tightly around his waist, Blythe’s heart skips a beat. “You ready?” Florian says, smiling. Blythe nods. God, he loves that smile. Quill sits down at the kitchen table to do some work while they get started. Florian undoes the towel when Blythe isn’t looking, then lies down on the ottoman, draping the towel back over his ass so it stays covered. He ignores the feeling of his cock resting on the towel, puts his head on his arms, and wiggles, urging Blythe to get on with it. “Ok, are you ready?” “Yep!” Florian says with enthusiasm. Everything is 100% visible to Quill from the dining room, the archway separating the two rooms framing the men perfectly. He pretends like he’s not keeping an eye on them and continues writing his report. Blythe rolls up his sleeves. “Why don’t you start by telling me where exactly you’ve been sore?” “All over, really. My lower back and shoulders especially.” “Alright.” He squeezes some of the jojoba oil onto his hands. It’s smooth and warm, perfect for a massage. “Here we go,” he says, more for himself than for Florian. He brings his hands to Florian’s back, pressing his open palm into Florian’s shoulder blades. “Oh!” Florian winces and recoils, not expecting the dull feeling of pain. “You ok?” Blythe withdraws his hands. “Yeah, I’m ok. I think that’s a good spot to start, it’s really sore there.” Blythe continues oiling him up, adding more squirts of the oil here and there when things start getting dry. Once Florian is nice and slippery and shiny, Blythe begins pushing into Florian’s shoulders, undoing as many knots as he can. “Mmph, that feels so nice.” Florian practically moans into the ottoman, his muffled voice sending a shiver down Blythe’s spine. Blythe can’t help but feel flustered, by both the noise and the compliment. It motivates him to keep going, to do even better. He digs into Florian’s back, massaging anywhere and everywhere that may be sore. Quill side-eyes the two from his spot at the kitchen table. He’s uncomfortable with his naked boyfriend being touched by someone else, especially by a close friend who is obviously attracted to him, but he’s not going to act like some insecure partner and forbid this from happening. Especially when it could actually benefit his boyfriend in the long run. Instead, he keeps watch, looking at Florian melt into Blythe’s touch. “Oh, yes, right there!” Florian groans when Blythe reaches a particularly sore spot. He doesn’t even mean for the sounds to come out of bis mouth. The feeling of Blythe pressing into his muscles hurts, but it also feels so good. If they keep going like this, then Florian is going to have a problem. “Right here?” Blythe says, digging into the spot deeper, completely unaware of Florian’s inner turmoil. Florian moans in response. Blythe tries not to think about it. “Mmm-hmm, aah~” each infliction of dull pain sends electricity through Florian’s body, from the tips of his fingers all the way down to his groin. He can feel himself hardening, and hopes to God that Blythe doesn’t notice. “You said your lower back, too, right?” Blythe asks. Instead of answering, Florian just nods, too embarrassed by his oncoming arousal to use words. “Mmmph… ah, that’s good.” Every time Blythe digs into a sore spot and causes that little bit of dull pain, Florian practically jolts with pleasure. Since when did he have a thing for pain? How is he only realizing this now? Quill looks over at the two of them periodically, trying not to react to the obscene noises coming from his boyfriend. It’s just a massage, he tells himself. Blythe starts moving his hands lower, massaging every spot on Florian’s back, hoping to entice more adorable noises from him. Despite telling himself that Florian is simply feeling good because his back pain is being dealt with, Blythe can feel himself getting hard as he rubs into Florian’s soft skin. “Yes, yes…” Florian moans beneath Blythe’s palm. He pauses every so often do dig his elbow into the soft spots of Florian’s back. “Oh, god, that’s good. Right there!” He pauses when he gets to Florian’s lower back, using his thumbs to dig and press into the sore muscle there. Florian recoils slightly as he lets out a soft “mmmph…”. Quill watches the scene unfold in front of him. The sounds coming out of his boyfriend’s mouth are downright sinful. He and Blythe may as well be having a fuck session right in front of him. And yet, he can’t help but find himself a little turned on. Maybe the noises that Florian is making are reminding him of their escapades last night, when Quill had Florian bent over in bed, ass in the air, moaning out his name like it was the only thing he knew how to say. Florian is loving this. It’s good, too good. It’s just the right amount of pain to drive him wild without actually hurting, and the feeling of Blythe’s large hands all over his body is getting him hot and bothered. He tries not to let it show, tries to ignore the feeling of him growing against the towel. He shifts uncomfortable, subconsciously trying to gain any kind of friction as Blythe continues massaging all of his soft spots, going up and down his back with a practiced ease. Florian doesn’t know what Blythe meant by “needing more hands-on experience”, he is an expert already! When Blythe moves back to his shoulders, Florian can’t help it. He wants more. “Mmmph.. lower…” he mumbles. “Lower?” Blythe repeats. Florian nods. Blyth brings his hands back down to Florian’s lower back. “Lower.” “More?” Florian nodded again, hiding his face in him arms. Blythe moves to just above where the towel is laying on Florian. “Lower,” Florian says once more, growing frustrated. “The towel is kind of in the way,” Blythe chuckles, not sure if Florian is serious or not. Desperate, Florian reaches behind him and rips the towel off, tossing it to the floor and exposing his bare ass to the man above him. Blythe gasps. Quill puts his papers down and sits up, shocked. What is Florian playing at here? What is he doing? “Blythe! Come on! I’m sore!” Florian begs, wiggling again, trying not to let his horniness show. Blythe looks to Quill. Quill looks at Florian there on the ottoman, remembering for how long each day Florian has to sit down while at work, and how sore he must be from it. Maybe his ass really is just sore, maybe he’s not planning anything. He nods his head at Blythe, giving him his silent permission to continue. “Here?” Blythe gets right back to hit, pressing down onto Florian’s ass. Florian moans and nods, his face still shoved into the towel beneath him out of embarrassment. Blythe presses down again, harder this time. Before Florian knows it, he’s jutting forward, letting out a sharp “Ah~!” as his crotch makes contract with the towel underneath him. Florian covers his mouth as soon as the sound escapes him, embarrassed beyond belief. Quill has completely forgotten about his work on the table and is instead watching the scene closely, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. There was no way he was getting turned on my his boyfriend being massaged by another man. The silence in the house is deafening, the only noise being heard is Florian’s heavy breathing. Blythe speaks softly, “Did you just-?” “Shut up!” Florian yells, defensive, slamming his fists into the ottoman like a toddler while. “You would too if you were in my position!” Blythe looks to Quill again. The look in Quill’s eye tells him to keep going. “Well,” he starts, keeping eye contact with Quill to gauge his reaction. “That’s no good. I’m trying to study here. Movements and noises like that are quite distracting.” Florian feels like he’s about to cry. He’s embarrassed and horny, and maybe he’s horny because he’s embarrassed. Should he add humiliation to his list of newfound kinks? “I’m sorry-” Before Florian can even get the words out, Blythe is moving again, resting his hand on the back of Florian’s thigh before moving it up, up, up, and onto Florian’s ass. “What are you- mmmph-” Blythe pushes down on Florian’s ass again, watching his body jolt with pleasure at the friction his dick gets. “Y’know,” Blythe says, his voice deep. “Strengthening your pelvic floor has positive effects, too,” he moves his hand along Florian’s smooth ass cheeks, looking at Quill. Quills eyes are dark as he watches, but he doesn’t say anything to stop him. He pours some more oil over Florian’s ass, letting it drip down into his crack “So maybe, we ought to massage this spot here, too.” “What-? Ah!” Blythe presses his thumb right against Florian’s hole, prodding it, teasing him. “Blythe… unngh..” Florian tries to move his hips back into Blythe’s thumb, but Blythe pulls away and holds him still. Quill is glaring dagger at Blythe, angry at the audacity, but his breathing is heavy and his pants have a noticeable tent in them. Is he into this? Blythe wonders. Does this turn him on? At the thought of turning Quill on instead of getting beat up by him, Blythe shoves two slicked-up fingers into Florian’s hole. Florian yelps at the intrusion before covering his mouth again. Quill gasps at Blythe’s sudden boldness, resisting the urge to take off his own pants. He should be stopping this. Why isn’t he stopping this? Florian moans are muffled as he covers his mouth. Blythe pushes his fingers in deeper, as deep as they go, bending them as he moves them in and out. Florian can’t hold back his noises, his cock rutting helplessly into the towel beneath him with every thrust of Blythe’s fingers. “Ah, god, mmmph…” Blythe is fingering him. Blythe is actually fingering him! Right in front of his boyfriend! He wants to tell Blythe to stop, to remind him that Florian is right there, but the pleasure and electric sparks inside of him are overwhelming, and all logic and reasoning has flown out the window. Blythe uses his free hand to undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He rubs a palm into the bulge in his boxers, his long-neglected cock aching for attention. “Fuck, Florian,” he says, adding a third finger. Florian lets out shrill whine, sounding like he’s on the verge of tears. He probably is. Maybe Blythe is teasing him too much, but Florian’s reactions are just too hot not to. Quill watches from his chair as Blythe presses his fingers downward, rubbing them against Florian’s prostate. Florian jumps with every thrust, his voice growing hoarse with the amount of noise he’s making. “Mmmph… Blythe, please…” Blythe can’t take it anymore, and lets his boxers drop to the floor alongside his pants. His cock spring free, hard and leaking and warm against the cool air of the room. All three men are now achingly hard. Quill is laser-focused on his boyfriend laying there on the ottoman, breathless, being pleasured by another man. It shouldn’t be hot, it shouldn’t be turning him on this much, and yet it is. “Blythe.. Ah!~ MMmph…” Florian continues his moans as Blythe continues his fingering. “Well, what else am I supposed to do when you’re sitting here suffering like this?” Blythe teases him. “That poor little cock of yours needs to calm down somehow.” Blythe lands a slap down onto Florian’s ass, feeling the flesh jiggle in his hand. “Agh! God!” Florian yells, the sound of the smack resonating in his ears. It made his stomach jump and his cock twitch. “You like that?” Blythe asks, already knowing the answer based on that reaction. Florian doesn’t respond. He likes it. He likes it so much. But he’s too embarrassed to say it out loud. Blythe looks back over to Quill, whose pants and underwear at his knees, his stiff cock aching to be touched. He’s gripping his thighs like there’s no tomorrow, seemingly trying to hold off for as long as he can. His eyes are cold and pissed as Blythe flashes him a smile. Florian is whimpering and whining, rutting against the ottoman like a dog in heat. “Blythe, please!” he whines. Blythe adds fourth finger in response, practically fisting the man now. Florian’s hole gaping, stretched around 4 fingers, wet and leaking and covered in oil. Blythe hopes he remembers that sight for the rest of his life. “Oh god,” Florian whines. “Oh god, oh god, FUCK… Blythe! Aaaah~!” Florian comes hot and heavy onto the towel underneath him, rutting himself against it without even meaning to. It’s like he’s lost complete control of his body. Blythe finger-fucks him through the orgasm, massaging his prostate and sending white-hot sparks of pleasure through his body. When Florian’s finally done, he collapses, boneless and exhausted. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes closed. While he comes down from his high, Blythe looks up at Quill again, his eyes silently pleading. He wants to keep going, he wants so much more, and judging by how slick Quill’s cock has gotten just from watching, he wants more, too. He’s staring at Florian, fucked-out on the ottoman after getting fingered by a man who’s not his boyfriend. His hair is a curly mess, stuck to his face and covered in sweat, his pale, lithe body illuminated by the fluorescent living room lights. Quill has never seen him like this from this point of view before; he looks like an offering to the Gods. Blythe stares at him, waiting for an answer to his silent question. Quill nods his head. Blythe removes his fingers immediately, chuckling at Florian’s whimper of protest. “Naughty boy,” Blythe teases, squirting more jojoba oil onto his hands. He lathers it up on his cock, giving himself a few tugs. “Was cumming once not enough for you?” He straddles Florian’s legs on either side of the ottoman, spreading his cheeks wide. His pretty hole is gaping from the brutal finger-fuck he just endured. Blythe spits on it. Florian is blushing all the way up to the nape of his neck, his back wet with a mixture of sweat and oil, his hole is open and waiting. Blythe doesn’t keep him waiting for long. He grabs Florian by the waist roughly, and Florian finally looks up at him, his eyes filled with tears and his lips red with irritation from him biting them, “Ah!” He yelps as Blythe enters him completely in one swift motion, all the way down to the hilt. Florian is filled with a sudden thickness, much thicker than the fingers, and it nearly knocks the wind out of him. Blythe’s dick is so big, Florian thinks it might burst through his stomach. Before he even has time to take a breath, Blythe is thrusting in, and out, and in, and out, with enough force to shake the ottoman beneath them and send vibrations through the floor. Quill watches in awe and surprise. He’s sitting at the kitchen table while his boyfriend is getting railed by another man right in front of him. All he can do is sit, watch, and play with his cock, using his precum as lube to slick himself up. The image before him is hot, way hotter than it should be. With his boyfriend’s delicious body put on display like this, with every noise, every beg, every movement, every tear coming out of his eye… Quill can feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. “Fuck me, Blythe, harder!” Blythe is slamming into him hard, grunting with the force. He is whimpering, cursing, trying to forma sentence that makes any kind of sense. He’s embarrassed and terrified of how Quill might be reacting to all of this, and he can’t bear to look up and see. He wants to tell Blythe to stop. He’s a taken man, after all! But he can’t. It’s too good. The pressure that Blythe puts on his back makes his cock rut down into the ottoman, and from both sides all he can feels are waves of pleasure every time Blythe thrusts in. And knowing that his man, his partner, his lover, is right across the room watching him get off with somebody else... It’s too much! “Agh! Nngg…” Florian gurgles when Blythe grabs him by the hair and pulls roughly. “Fuck,” Blythe grunts, slamming his hips into Florian’s. The sound of Florian’s ass meeting the base of Blythe’s dick echoes throughout the room. Quill’s hand picks up speed as he jacks off, admiring just how good Florian looks. He is so sexy, so hot, and getting to see him fall apart from a distance is a whole new kind of turn-on. Blythe uses his free hand to grab Florian by the shoulder, lifting him up so that Florian’s back is against his chest. His arm across Florian’s chest holds the man in place, and he’s no longer able to hide from his actions. Now that his mouth isn’t covered up anymore, Blythe thrusts harder, relishing in Florian’s screams. “You like that?” Blythe asks in a lowly voice, biting into the soft flesh of Florian’s neck. He pulls back to admire the redness he left on Florian’s pretty skin. Florian winces at the bite, then nods his head, whining. “I can’t hear you, pretty boy,” Blythe licks up Florian’s neck. “Use your words.” he bites into Florian again, leaving another red spot on his neck. “Ah!” Florian whines loudly at being bitten, before blurting out, “Yes! I like it.. Please, Blythe, more!” Blythe is happy to oblige. He leans in to speak directly into Florian’s ear. “You feel that?” He says, pushing right against Florian’s stomach with his hand, feeling himself poke the skin every time he thrusts. “That’s the cock that’s filling you up right now.” “Ah, ah~ mmph, nnng… Blythe-!” is all Florian can say in response. “And right over there…” Blythe continues, gesturing towards Quill. Florian doesn’t like where this is going, but he can’t focus on anything except for the dick currently rearranging his guts. Blyth grabs Florian and turns them both, so that together, they’re directly facing Quill. Florian makes eye contact with Quill. His face heat up immediately. “Ah! No!” he protests, thrashing, trying to get Blythe to let him go. His knees are digging into the towel on the ottoman as Blythe stands behind him, using his grip on Florian’s hips to slam him back onto his cock. Florian tries to lower his head, but Blythe stops him. “No?” he says right into Florian’s ear. “Why not? He’s letting me borrow you, don’t you think he deserves to enjoy the show?” When Florian tries to turn his face away, Blythe grabs it tightly. “I don’t think so,” he practically growls. Squishing Florian’s cheeks together, he turns his head forward so that he has no other choice but to look directly at Quill. Florian is greeted with an unexpected and embarrassing sight; there, at the kitchen table, right across the room from him, his boyfriend is masturbating. His legs are spread, shirt up between his teeth, hand going wild on his slicked-up cock. He’s breathing heavy, grunting and groaning, sweating as he watches his boyfriend get fucked by someone else. It’s embarrassing, knowing that he’s being watched, and yet the humiliation Florian feels makes his stomach lurch in a different way, too, and he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to last. “Q-Quill…” He moans out, and Quill has to stop himself from cumming right there and then. Florian is almost completely gone to the world, his eyes glassy and his mouth leaking spit every time he tries to speak. His cheeks are tear-stained from the brutal fucking. With their change in position, Quill can see so much more of Florian and Blythe. Florian is held against Blythe’s chest while he gets pounded, forced to look nowhere else but at Quill. Quill can see the bulging outline of Blythe’s dick in Florian’s stomach with every thrust, and he wonders if Blythe is going to fuck him until he bursts through. “Fuck,” Quill says to himself, playing with the tip of his dick before stroking back down his shaft. He feels close, but doesn’t want to come just yet. He wants more. “Ah! Oh god, please.. Quill, Fuck!” Florian is spitting out strings of nonsense, Blythe’s hard cock hitting deep inside of him and making him go crazy. He feels like he’s melting from the inside out. He can’t think, he can’t speak, he can barely breath. Just when Quill thought this couldn’t get any hotter, Blythe takes the grip he has on Florian’s face and turns him towards himself, smashing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Florian opens his mouth in shock, and Blythe takes that opportunity to slip his tongue inside the warmth. Florian moans around Blythe’s tongue, doing his best to kiss back. His find is going completely fuzzy and he can barely register his own movements. He lets Blythe’s tongue explore his mouth, and Quill is trying so hard not to cum at the sight. If that wasn’t enough, Blythe then grabs Florian by his thighs and lifts him into the air, legs spread, allowing Quill to see everything. “What? I- No!” Florian pulls away from the kiss, feeling so, so embarrassed. The idea of being watched like this, put on display like this is some performance, has his stomach churning in knots and his cock tingling with pleasure. Blythe bites into his neck again, leaving mark after mark as Quill watches. Florian has to admit, no matter how embarrassed he may be, watching his boyfriend masturbate to him getting fucked like this is such a turn-on. Quill watches his lover’s pretty pink hole stretch around Blythe’s monster cock. The jojoba oil makes the movement smooth and effortless as Florian is impaled over and over again. He babbles and splutters while his leaking cock bounces in time with Blythe’s thrusts. Quill thinks he’s close to cumming. Sure enough, Florian starts speaking again, fumbling over his words and spitting all over himself. “I’m, fuck, Blythe! It’s so.. so good… I’m- I’m gonna-!” He comes with a loud whine, tossing his head back onto Blythe’s shoulder while Blythe continues biting into his skin. The high-pitched whine of his voice bounces off of the walls and rings in Quill’s ears. Quill can’t hold it anymore, and he cums at the same time as Florian, spilling out all over his hand. Blythe doesn’t stop bouncing Florian on his dick while he’s cumming.. He grips his thighs tightly to keep him in the air, moving him up and down on his cock, and kisses him again. His tongue and Florian’s meet and dance passionately together while he keeps thrusting, the feeling of Florian’s breath on his face driving him wild. Florian’s cum shoots out from his cock as it keeps bouncing, each thrust Blythe gives him causing him to spray his seed all over the place. The floor, the ottoman, his chest- all covered with the sticky white substance. They’re gonna have to get a cleaning crew in. It takes another couple os seconds before Blythe cums, too, grunting and groaning into Florian’s ear as he fucks into his overstimulated hole. “Fuck!” he says, finally filling Florian’s walls with a thick coat of white. “Agh, argh,” he grunts in time with his final thrusts, making sure to milk out everything he’s got. When he’s done, he places Florian down onto the couch behind them. Florian is beyond exhausted, unable to even lift a finger as he lays on the soft couch. His head is spinning with the residual pleasure of his orgasm, and his abused hole is leaking and tingling. Blythe looks at Quill one last time, who’s still coming down from his own orgasmic high, and laughs. “Well,” he says. “How’s that for a massage?”