The shower steam still clung to their skin as the three men sprawled across the couch, the leather cool against their damp backs. Ben’s thick, muscular frame took up the most space, his broad shoulders pressing into the cushions, his powerful thighs splayed wide. Water droplets glistened on his chest, trailing down the defined ridges of his abs before disappearing into the dense thatch of hair at his groin. His semi-hard cock rested heavily against his thigh, thick and uncut, the foreskin pulled back slightly to reveal the flushed head, still sensitive from earlier. His legs were propped up on the coffee table, his sneakers discarded haphazardly on the floor.
Leo lounged next to him, his lean runner’s body a contrast to Ben’s bulk. His blonde hair, darkened by water, was tousled messily, strands sticking to his forehead. The sharp lines of his collarbones and hip bones stood out starkly, his skin still pink from the hot water. His semi-erect cock curved upward against his stomach, the cut shaft glistening faintly where pre-cum beaded at the slit. One long leg was draped over Ben’s thigh, his foot flexing lazily, the arch of his foot defined and smooth. His piercing blue eyes flicked between the other two men, a smirk playing at his lips as he absently traced a fingertip along his own hip bone.
Daniel perched on the armrest, his wiry swimmer’s build sleek and compact. His jet-black spikes were still wet, water trickling down the back of his neck and over the sharp angles of his shoulders. His cock, thick and uncut, lay half-hard against his thigh, the dark hair around it trimmed neatly. His abs flexed as he leaned forward to grab the remote, the movement making the damp skin of his chest catch the light. His tight ass, barely touching the couch, was still slightly reddened from earlier, the faint marks of Ben’s fingers visible if you looked close enough. He glanced down at the other two, his dark eyes sharp and amused, before tossing the remote onto Leo’s stomach with a smirk.
With a languid stretch, Daniel stood, rolling his shoulders as he stepped towards the pile of discarded clothes. He bent at the waist to scoop up his black briefs, the motion putting his tight, rounded ass on full display—the cheeks were slightly parted, the faint sheen of water droplets glistening in the low light. He stepped into the briefs slowly, pulling the elastic up over his lean thighs, letting the fabric snap against his hips with a soft thwack. The black cotton clung to his ass, the waistband digging in just enough to accentuate the curve. His cock, still thick and heavy, was outlined perfectly by the snug material, the head pressing visibly against the fabric.
Next came the dark jeans, which he stepped into one leg at a time, his movements fluid and deliberate. He buttoned them slowly, his fingers lingering at the fly, drawing out the moment as the denim hugged his narrow hips and framed his ass. The fabric stretched taut over his thighs as he bent to grab his hoodie, the motion making the seams pull deliciously across his backside. He tugged the hoodie over his head, the fabric rucking up for a moment to reveal a strip of toned abdomen before settling into place. He ran a hand through his damp spikes, tousling them back into place, his smirk widening as he caught Leo’s gaze tracking his every move.
Daniel sauntered to the door. He pulled the door open, pausing to glance back over his shoulder, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Early morning for me, gotta jet. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do," he drawled, raising a hand in a lazy salute before stepping out into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving only the faint scent of his cologne and the memory of that infuriating, knowing smirk.
Leo exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head as he stared at the closed door. He glanced sideways at Ben, still sprawled beside him on the couch—the broad expanse of his chest rising and falling steadily, the thick curve of his bicep flexing as he rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw. Ben met his gaze, the corner of his mouth twitching. Something about the absurdity of it—the lingering scent of sex, the damp towels strewn across the floor, Daniel’s parting jab—hit them both at the same time. Leo snorted first, a sharp, surprised sound, and Ben’s laughter followed, deep and rumbling, his shoulders shaking with it.
The tension shattered like glass. Leo tipped his head back against the couch, his laughter ringing bright and unfiltered, his throat working as he gasped for breath. Ben’s grin widened, his deep brown eyes crinkling at the corners, his chest vibrating with the force of his amusement. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, his other arm slung casually over Leo’s shoulders, fingers brushing the damp strands of Leo’s hair.
Their laughter faded into quiet chuckles, the kind that lingered in the chest, warm and effortless. Leo turned his head slightly, his cheek resting against Ben’s shoulder, his blue eyes gleaming with something softer now—fondness, maybe, or the quiet thrill of shared understanding. Ben’s thumb traced idle circles on Leo’s collarbone, his touch feather-light, his breath steadying. The silence between them was comfortable, charged with the unspoken promise of more—later, sooner, whenever they damn well pleased.
Leo tilted his chin up, his gaze holding Ben’s. "Stay the night?" he asked, voice soft, the words barely more than an exhale. It wasn’t a demand, just an offer, open-ended and easy. Ben’s fingers stilled against Leo’s skin for a fraction of a second, his brow furrowing minutely. He withdrew slightly, just enough to create a sliver of space between them, his expression flickering with hesitation. "I thought we were keeping this as friends," he murmured, the words careful, testing the shape of them against his tongue.
Leo didn’t flinch. He shrugged, one shoulder lifting lazily, his smirk returning—playful, knowing, unbothered. "Sure," he agreed, his fingers idly toying with a damp curl at the nape of Ben’s neck. "But friends can sleep in the same bed." His thumb brushed the outside of Ben’s ear, deliberate, teasing. "Unless you’re scared you’ll get attached." The challenge was there, lingering in the curve of his lips, in the way his knee nudged Ben’s thigh.
Ben huffed, rolling his eyes, but the tension in his shoulders eased. He glanced away, jaw working, then back at Leo—really looked at him, taking in the rumpled blonde hair, the faint pink marks still visible on his neck, the quiet confidence in his gaze. "Fine," Ben grumbled, shifting closer again, his arm settling more firmly around Leo’s shoulders. "But no fucking cuddling." Leo’s laugh was bright as he leaned in, his lips brushing Ben’s stubbled jaw. "No promises."
Leo slid his leg off Ben’s thigh in one smooth motion, the warmth of their contact lingering like a brand. He stood, his lean frame unfolding gracefully, and reached down, fingers wrapping around Ben’s thick wrist. "C’mon, big guy," he teased, tugging playfully. Ben let himself be pulled up, his powerful thighs flexing as he rose, his body a solid contrast to Leo’s slimmer form. The bed wasn’t far, and Leo practically flung himself onto it, bouncing slightly on the mattress before sprawling onto his back, arms outstretched. Ben followed more deliberately, sinking onto the opposite side with a quiet groan, the frame creaking under his weight. They lay there, inches apart, both naked beneath the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Leo’s pale skin was almost luminous against the dark sheets while Ben’s broader frame casted shadows, the dip of the mattress between them a silent divide.
Leo rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand, his gaze trailing over Ben like he was mapping him. The thick curves of Ben’s chest, the faint sheen of mist still clinging to his collarbones, the way his heavy cock rested against his thigh, half-hard and flushed. Leo inched closer, the sheets rustling, until his cheek pressed against Ben’s chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into Leo’s own. Ben didn’t speak, but his hand moved almost reflexively- his palm cupping the curve of Leo’s ass, fingers splaying possessively over the firm muscle, while his other hand tangled in Leo’s hair, tousling the damp strands. Leo exhaled, his breath warm against Ben’s skin, his fingertips tracing idle patterns down Ben’s torso- the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair leading lower, the heavy weight of his balls, then the thickening length of his cock, velvety and hot under his touch. Ben’s hips twitched, a quiet groan escaping him as his dick filled out further, responding to Leo’s teasing strokes.
With a final glance at Ben’s face, Leo reached over, snagged the blanket, and dragged it up their bodies. His fingers found the lamp switch next, and darkness swallowed them whole with a soft click.
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