The wrestling practice room smelled like stale sweat and industrial cleaner, the harsh overhead lights buzzing faintly as they flickered to life. Asher's bare feet slapped against the mat, the sound echoing off the padded walls as he rolled his shoulders, his singlet straps digging into the dense muscle. Jake lingered near the doorframe, one hand braced against the jamb, his green eyes scanning the empty room with a smirk. "Guess we beat Yang here," he murmured, fingers tapping an idle rhythm against the wood.
Asher grunted, bending to stretch his hamstrings, the fabric of his singlet pulling taut over the globe of his ass as he reached for his toes. His dark curls were still damp from the shower, water droplets clinging to the nape of his neck before rolling down the smooth planes of his back. Jake's gaze lingered, tracing the pronounced veins in Asher's thick forearms as he braced himself against the mat, the muscles in his thighs flexing under the stretched fabric.
The door creaked open behind them. Liam stood there, already dressed in his singlet, his tan skin gleaming under the fluorescents. His dark eyes flicked from Jake's lazy sprawl to Asher's mid-stretch, lingering on the way the fabric strained over his ass. "Late," Liam said flatly, though his lips twitched at the corners. He tossed his duffel onto the bench with a thud, the sound making Jake jump slightly.
Jake recovered with a grin, pushing off the doorframe to saunter toward Liam. "Two minutes isn't late," he drawled, reaching out to flick the strap of Liam's singlet. Liam caught his wrist, fingers tightening just enough to make Jake's breath hitch. "It is when I say it is," Liam murmured, his thumb brushing the delicate bones of Jake's wrist before releasing him. His gaze slid past Jake to Asher, who had straightened, his olive skin flushed from the stretch. "Kovac. You ready to work?"
Asher's throat worked as he swallowed, his dark eyes darting to Jake before settling on Liam. "Yeah," he muttered, rolling his shoulders again. The singlet's fabric pulled dangerously at his chest, the outline of his nipples visible through the stretched material. Liam smirked, stepping closer, his own singlet clinging to every ridge of muscle, the pronounced curve of his cock unmistakable beneath the fabric.
Jake cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his singlet riding up his thighs. "So, uh," he started, fingers twitching at his sides. "What's the plan?" Liam didn't look away from Asher as he answered, his voice low and deliberate. "We're drilling takedowns." His hand settled on Asher's hip, fingers pressing into the dense muscle there. "You're up first, Kovac."
Asher's breath hitched, his biceps flexing as he clenched his fists. Jake watched, his own cock twitching under his singlet, as Liam guided Asher toward the center of the mat, his touch lingering just a second too long. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thick with something unspoken as Liam positioned himself behind Asher, his chest pressing against Asher's back. "Remember," Liam murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Asher's ear, "no holding back."
Liam's fingers dug into the meat of Asher's hip. His own thighs, corded with muscle from years of relentless training, bracketed Asher's thicker ones as he adjusted his stance. The fluorescents overhead caught every detail: the way Liam's black singlet stretched over the pronounced swell of his shoulders, the fabric straining across his chest where sweat darkened the material in patches. His tan skin gleamed under the lights, the sharp angles of his jaw and collarbones casting shadows down his torso. His thick black hair was mussed from warming up, strands clinging to his forehead where sweat had dampened them, and his dark eyes burned with focused intensity. His crew socks were pulled taut over his calves, the fabric hugging the dense muscle there, while his wrestling shoes squeaked faintly against the mat as he shifted his weight.
Jake lounged against the wall, his freckled arms crossed over his chest, his own singlet riding up his thighs to reveal the pale, wiry muscle beneath. The green fabric clung to every ridge of his lean torso, the neckline stretched wide enough to show the smattering of ginger curls across his chest. His green eyes tracked their every movement, pupils dilated with arousal despite his lazy smirk. His crew socks were slouched around his ankles, the fabric wrinkled where it met the top of his shoes, the laces loose and trailing. His thighs, though leaner than Asher's, flexed with coiled energy as he pushed off the wall, the outline of his cock pressing visibly against the fabric.
Asher's olive skin glistening under the lights, the dense muscle of his back and shoulders flexing as Liam's grip tightened. His black singlet was stretched to its limits, the fabric digging into the thick curve of his ass, the straps straining over the broad expanse of his shoulders. Dark curls clung to his forehead, damp with sweat already, and his eyes, a deep brown, flickered between Liam and Jake with wary tension. His thighs were massive, the muscle dense and coiled beneath the singlet, the fabric pulled taut over the pronounced bulge of his cock. His arms, thick with wrestler's sinew, tensed as Liam's breath ghosted over the shell of his ear.
Liam's hands slid higher, tracing the ridges of Asher's abdomen through the fabric, his own chest pressing flush against Asher's back. "You're stiff," he murmured, voice rough, his fingers skimming the hem of Asher's singlet where it dug into his thigh. "Relax."
Asher exhaled sharply, his biceps flexing as he resisted the urge to shove Liam off. Jake's smirk widened, his fingers twitching at his sides, his own arousal unmistakable beneath the green fabric.
Liam's hands settled on Asher's hips again, his grip firm. "Takedown drill," he repeated, voice lower now, his lips brushing Asher's ear. "You know how this works."
Jake pushed off the wall, his wrestling shoes silent against the mat as he stepped closer. "Need a demo, Kovac?" he teased, his green eyes gleaming.
Asher's jaw tightened, his thighs flexing as Liam's fingers pressed harder into his skin. The air between them crackled, thick with sweat and something sharper, as Liam's breath hitched against the back of Asher's neck.
Then Liam moved.
His body twisted, his hips driving forward as he hooked Asher's leg with his own, his grip unrelenting as he forced Asher down onto the mat. Asher hit the padded surface with a grunt, hissing as Liam's weight settled over him, their bodies pressed flush from chest to thigh.
Jake's laugh echoed through the room, breathless and bright. "Damn, Kovac," he drawled, stepping closer, his shadow falling over them. "You gonna let him do that to you?"
Asher's fingers dug into the mat, his muscles coiled tight beneath Liam's hold. His dark eyes locked onto Jake's, his chest heaving.
Liam's knee dug into the mat beside Asher's ribs, his breathing steady despite the sweat trickling down his temple. "Again," he ordered, rolling off Asher with practiced ease. The singlet's fabric clung to Liam's thighs as he stood, the damp material outlining every ridge of his quads when he extended a hand to haul Asher up. Their palms slapped together, calloused skin catching briefly, before Asher yanked himself upright, his dark curls sticking to his forehead in damp spirals.
Jake lounged on the sidelines, one ankle crossed over his knee, his singlet stretched tight across his freckled thighs where he'd sprawled after his own rounds. His green eyes tracked them lazily, fingers drumming against his sternum as Asher reset his stance. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows that accentuated the dense muscle of Asher's shoulders when he squared up against Liam once more.
Liam feinted left, his wrestling shoe squeaking against the mat, then pivoted sharply to clamp both hands around Asher's bicep and hip. Their bodies collided, chest to chest and sweat-slick skin sliding under taut fabric, as Liam drove forward, using his height to leverage Asher off-balance. Asher grunted, his thick thighs straining as he resisted the takedown, his heel skidding backward. Liam's breath hitched, his grip tightening where his fingers dug into the divot of Asher's hipbone through the singlet.
"Stop fighting it," Liam muttered, his lips brushing Asher's ear as he adjusted his stance, his knee nudging between Asher's thighs. The move was technically sound, creating proper leverage for the throw, but the way Asher's breath stuttered made Jake sit up straighter, his smirk widening.
Asher twisted violently, his shoulder driving into Liam's sternum as he countered the hold. They hit the mat in a tangle of limbs, Liam's surprised exhale warm against Asher's collarbone before Asher rolled them, his biceps bulging as he pinned Liam beneath him. The singlet's neckline gaped around Liam's throat, revealing the sweat-damp hollow between his pecs as he panted, his dark eyes flicking up to meet Asher's.
Jake whistled low, shifting on the bench. "Finally showing some fight, Kovac," he teased, his voice rough around the edges. His fingers twitched against his own thigh, tracing the hem of his singlet where it rode up.
Liam bucked his hips experimentally, testing Asher's hold, his biceps flexing as he tried to bridge out of the pin. Asher's olive skin glistened under the lights, his jaw clenched as he pressed Liam deeper into the mat, their sweat mingling where their chests met.
"Good," Liam rasped, his voice strained from exertion. His knee slid higher along Asher's outer thigh, hissing against the fabric as he sought leverage. "Now hold it."
Asher's breath came in ragged bursts, his body trembling with the effort of keeping Liam down. The position forced their hips flush, Liam's trapped cock pressing insistently against Asher's abdomen through the stretched singlet. Jake's tongue darted out to wet his lips unconsciously, his gaze dropping to where their bodies aligned close enough to feel each other's heat, but not close enough to be deliberate.
Liam arched suddenly, his shoulders lifting off the mat as he twisted, his thigh slotting between Asher's legs in a last-ditch reversal attempt. The move dragged his groin against Asher's inner thigh, the friction making both of them freeze for a split second before Asher snarled and shoved off, rolling away to kneel on the mat. His chest heaved, the singlet's straps digging into his deltoids as he scrubbed a hand over his face.
Liam sat up slowly, his black hair sticking to his temples in damp strands. His lips curled at the corners as he watched Asher's throat work, the bob of his Adam's apple betraying him. "Again," Liam said, pushing to his feet with fluid grace. His singlet clung to the curve of his ass as he turned, the fabric riding up just enough to reveal the tan skin of his upper thighs before he reset his stance.
Jake exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening around the bench's edge as Asher stood, his dark eyes burning with something hotter than frustration. The air between them crackled with every controlled breath, every shift of fabric, every accidental brush of skin.
The mat squeaked under Liam's wrestling shoes as he circled Asher again, their breath syncing in ragged bursts between drills. Liam feinted right with just a flicker of movement before driving forward to clamp both hands behind Asher's knee and shoulder. Their bodies collided with a grunt, Liam's chest pressing flush against Asher's back as he leveraged his weight forward. The takedown was textbook: Liam's hips dropped, his shoulder driving into Asher's ribs, their combined momentum sending them crashing onto the mat with a dull thud. Asher hit the padded surface first, Liam's body following like a landslide, pinning him with relentless pressure from thigh to shoulder blade.
"Better," Liam panted against the sweat-damp curls at Asher's nape, his grip shifting to secure the hold. His knee nudged between Asher's thighs for leverage, but the involuntary twitch of Asher's hips made Liam freeze for a fraction of a second before adjusting his stance. "Stop tensing up," he muttered, the words rough against Asher's ear as he rolled off, leaving Asher facedown on the mat. The black singlet clung to Liam's torso as he stood, fabric stretched taut across his pecs where sweat darkened the material.
Jake stretched lazily on the sidelines, his freckled fingers laced behind his head as he watched them reset. "You gonna let him manhandle you all day?" he called, grinning when Asher shot him a glare over his shoulder. Liam ignored the jab, rolling his shoulders with a practiced shrug before crouching into stance again.
This time, Asher moved first. He lunged, his thick forearm hooking around Liam's waist as he drove forward with his hips. Liam countered instinctively, his hands clamping over Asher's biceps to stall the advance, but Asher's momentum was undeniable. They hit the mat sideways, limbs tangling, Liam's surprised exhale hot against Asher's collarbone as Asher rolled them. The pin was messy, with Asher's knee digging into Liam's inner thigh, his forearm pressing into Liam's windpipe just shy of painful. Liam's breath hitched, his hips bucking once, twice, testing the hold before he stilled.
"Finally," Jake drawled from the bench, his green eyes tracking the way Liam's singlet rode up his thighs with every aborted movement.
Liam's fingers flexed against Asher's wrist where it pinned him, his dark eyes narrowing. "Off," he ordered, voice strained. Asher released him immediately, scrambling back with a rough exhale, his olive skin flushed under the fluorescents. Liam sat up slowly, hissing as he rolled his shoulders before pushing to his feet.
Liam cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders before jerking his chin toward Jake. "Your turn, Riley," he said, voice flat but his dark eyes gleaming with something sharp. Jake pushed off the bench with an exaggerated groan, his singlet riding up his freckled thighs as he stretched his arms overhead. The fabric clung to the lean muscle of his torso as he sauntered onto the mat.
Asher exhaled through his nose, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist before stepping aside. His thighs trembled slightly from exertion, the dense muscle of his legs flexing as he shifted his weight. Liam's gaze tracked the movement, lingering on the way Asher's singlet strained across his quads before flicking back to Jake.
"Take your stance," Liam ordered, crouching into stance, his wrestling shoes squeaking against the mat. Jake mirrored him, his green eyes flickering with mischief as he feinted left before driving forward. Their bodies collided with a grunt, chest to chest and hips aligned, before Liam twisted, his knee driving between Jake's thighs as he leveraged him down. Jake hit the mat hard, his breath punching out in a wheeze as Liam's weight settled over him, pinning his shoulders flat.
"Too slow," Liam muttered, his breath warm against Jake's temple as he rolled off. Jake lay sprawled for a beat longer, his chest rising and falling rapidly before pushing himself up with a smirk.
"Guess I need more practice," he drawled, rolling his neck before resetting his stance. His freckled fingers flexed at his sides, hissing against the fabric of his singlet where it dug into his thighs.
Liam's lips twitched. "Again."
This time, Jake lunged low, his shoulder driving into Liam's diaphragm as he wrapped both arms around his waist. Liam staggered back a step before countering, his knee nudging Jake's inner thigh as he twisted his hips, using Jake's momentum to flip him onto the mat. Jake landed with a muffled curse, his legs splayed awkwardly as Liam pinned him, their sweat-slick skin sticking where their singlets had ridden up.
Asher watched from the sidelines, his dark eyes tracking the way Liam's biceps flexed as he held Jake down, the veins in his forearms pronounced under the fluorescent lights. Jake's throat worked as he swallowed, his freckled chest heaving beneath Liam's weight before he tapped out with two sharp slaps against Liam's thigh.
Liam released him immediately, pushing to his feet with fluid grace. Jake rolled onto his side, coughing slightly before grinning up at Liam. "Damn, Yang," he rasped, pushing damp ginger curls off his forehead. "Maybe you do deserve that captain-ship after all."
Liam ignored the jab, jerking his chin toward the mat. "Reset."
Jake groaned but complied, hissing as he rolled his shoulders before crouching into stance again. His green eyes burned with something hotter than frustration as Liam circled him, their breathing syncing in ragged bursts between drills.
Liam feinted right before shooting in low, his shoulder driving into Jake's hips as he lifted him clean off the mat. Jake's yelp echoed off the padded walls as Liam slammed him down, his body following to pin him flush against the mat. Jake's thighs trembled under the strain, hissing where Liam's knee pressed into his inner thigh, but he didn't tap out this time, just gritted his teeth and arched his hips, testing the hold.
Liam's breath hitched, his grip tightening fractionally before he adjusted his stance, hissing through his teeth when Jake's hips rolled against him again. "Stop moving," he ground out, voice rough against the shell of Jake's ear.
Jake's smirk was audible. "Make me."
Liam exhaled sharply through his nose before rolling off, his singlet clinging to every ridge of muscle as he pushed to his feet. Jake stayed sprawled on the mat for a beat too long, his chest rising and falling rapidly, before finally sitting up with a groan.
Asher's fingers twitched at his sides, his throat working as he watched Liam offer Jake a hand up. Their palms slapped together, calloused skin catching briefly before Jake yanked himself upright, his freckled skin flushed under the fluorescents.
Liam wiped his forearm across his damp brow, leaving a streak of mat grit along his temple before jerking his chin toward Asher and Jake. "Drill time. You two, pair up." His voice carried the effortless command of someone who knew he wouldn't be questioned. "Basic manuveours. I'll correct form."
Jake shot Asher a glance, his green eyes glinting with something between amusement and challenge as he stepped onto the mat. Asher exhaled sharply through his nose but followed, his dense muscles flexing under the stretched singlet as he crouched into stance. Liam circled them like a panther assessing prey, his gaze critical as he nudged Jake's right foot forward with his shoe. "Wider base, Riley. You're not a fucking ballerina."
Jake snorted but adjusted, his freckled thighs tensing as he settled his weight. Liam's fingers brushed the back of Asher's knee, pressing insistently until Asher bent deeper, his quadriceps trembling under the strain. "Lower," Liam murmured, his breath hot against Asher's ear. "You want leverage? Earn it." Asher's jaw clenched, but he obeyed, the singlet riding up his thick thighs as he sank into the stance.
Liam's palm settled between Jake's shoulder blades, pushing until Jake's chest angled forward. "Commit to the shot or don't bother," he said, his thumb digging into the knotted muscle along Jake's spine. Jake hissed but held the position, his fingers twitching at his sides. Liam stepped back, surveying them with narrowed eyes before abruptly grabbing Asher's wrist and dragging it higher on Jake's bicep. "Grip here. Control the arm, control the match." His fingers lingered a heartbeat too long over Asher's calloused knuckles before pulling away.
Asher's throat worked as he adjusted his hold, his dark eyes flicking to Jake's face. Jake smirked, hissing when Asher's grip tightened experimentally. "Scared, Kovac?" he taunted, his hips shifting subtly forward until their singlet-clad thighs brushed. Liam's hand clamped down on Jake's hipbone, yanking him back into proper alignment. "Save the shit-talking for after you can actually take him down," Liam muttered, his knuckles whitening where they dug into Jake's skin.
Liam circled behind Asher, his palms sliding over the dense muscle of Asher's shoulders to adjust his posture. "Drop your center," he ordered, pressing down until Asher's spine curved like a drawn bow. His thumbs traced the ridges of Asher's trapezius muscles through the sweat-damp fabric, lingering at the base of his neck. Asher shuddered, his breath stuttering when Liam's knee nudged between his legs to widen his stance further. "Better," Liam murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Asher's ear before he stepped away.
Jake's gaze tracked Liam's movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip as Liam repositioned himself between them. "Now, execute," Liam commanded, folding his arms across his chest. Asher lunged first, his thick forearm hooking under Jake's armpit as he drove forward. Jake countered with a sharp twist of his hips, hissing when Asher's grip held firm. Their bodies collided, chest to chest, sweat-slick skin sliding under stretched singlets as they grappled for dominance.
Liam's voice cut through their ragged breathing. "Kovac, keep your hips in. You're giving him space to breathe." His hand smacked against Asher's lower back, pushing until their pelvises ground together. Jake choked on a gasp, his freckled throat flushing as Asher's muscular thigh slid between his legs. Liam's fingers curled around Jake's wrist, dragging it higher on Asher's shoulder. "Break his posture," he instructed, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Make him carry your weight."
Jake's fingers dug into Asher's traps, his hips rolling instinctively to gain leverage. Asher groaned, his biceps bulging as he resisted the pressure, their bodies locked in a trembling stalemate. Liam's palm settled over the small of Jake's back, pressing until their sweat-slick torsos were flush. "Now finish it," he urged, his thumb stroking the dip of Jake's spine through the damp fabric.
Asher's hips snapped forward with a sudden burst of power, his thigh driving between Jake's legs as he twisted his grip. Jake's breath punched out in a shocked "oof" as the world tilted. Then his shoulders hit the mat with Asher's full weight pinning him down, their sweat-slick singlets clinging where chest met chest. Jake's legs splayed instinctively, one knee hooked over Asher's hip in a failed attempt to counterbalance.
"Fuck," Jake gasped, his freckled throat working as Asher loomed over him, dark curls damp with sweat. The fluorescent lights haloed Asher's silhouette. His biceps trembled where they bracketed Jake's head and his olive skin gleaming under the thin fabric stretched across his pecs.
Jake's grin was all teeth. "Wow Ash, you just love being on top of me, don't you," he taunted, arching his hips deliberately. The movement ground their trapped cocks together through layered spandex, drawing a ragged inhale from both of them.
Asher's gaze flicked sideways, then froze. Liam lounged against the padded wall ten feet away, legs stretched long in front of him, wrestling shoes planted wide. His black singlet clung obscenely to the thick outline of his erection, one hand absently palming himself through the fabric as he watched them. Their eyes locked, and Liam didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed. He just arched a brow and squeezed himself harder, his thumb circling the swollen head visible through stretched spandex.
Jake craned his neck, following Asher's stare. His laugh punched out breathless. "Well shit," he murmured, hips rolling again to regain Asher's attention. "Captain's enjoying the show."
Liam's voice cut across the mat, rough with amusement. "Don't stop on my account." He spread his thighs wider, the singlet riding up to reveal caramel skin as he traced the head of his cock with deliberate slowness.
Asher's grip on Jake's wrists tightened. Whether to restrain or anchor himself, neither could say. Jake licked his lips, green eyes glinting as he twisted under Asher. "Gonna let him watch you pin me?" he challenged, voice dropping to a whisper only Asher could hear.
The words ignited something primal in Asher's gut. He slammed Jake back down, his forearm pressing into Jake's windpipe just shy of choking. Jake's gasp dissolved into a moan, his legs wrapping around Asher's waist like a vise.
Liam groaned openly now, his fist working faster under the tented fabric. "Fuck, Kovac," he rasped, hazel eyes tracking every shift of Asher's muscles. "Look at you finally using those big muscles." His free hand pulled up the leg of his singlet starting to free his thick cock.
Liam's cock sprang free as he tugged the singlet's leg higher, the thick shaft curving downward in a pronounced arc that made his earlier tenting seem modest in comparison. Veins stood stark along its length, pulsing visibly against caramel skin flushed darker at the tip. Precum glistened in a sticky strand connecting the swollen head to where his thumb had been stroking, the scent of salt and musk thickening the air between them. His foreskin remained partially retracted from earlier stimulation, revealing the damp pink inner membrane stretched taut over the crown. Every stroke of his fist dragged the skin up and down with slick, audible friction, his knuckles brushing the coarse black curls at the base where sweat had matted them into damp whorls.
Jake's breath hitched as he cataloged the details: the way Liam's balls tightened when his fingers squeezed just below the ridge, how his hips jerked involuntarily when his thumb swiped across the slit. The shaft itself had a slight twist to the left, the curve downward so that the flushed tip nearly brushed his own flexed thigh when fully erect.
Asher's grip on Jake's wrists faltered as Liam groaned, his free hand kneading the heavy swell of his own pec through sweat-darkened spandex. The motion made his bicep bulge, tendons standing out along his forearm as he worked himself with rough, uneven strokes. A bead of sweat rolled from Liam's collarbone down his sternum onto his uni, catching for a heartbeat in the divot between his abs before continuing southward. Jake's tongue darted out unconsciously, tracking its path toward where Liam's cock jutted out from the stretched fabric.
Liam's hips canted forward off the wall, hissing as his thumb circled the frenulum with deliberate pressure. The foreskin slid back further, revealing more flushed skin stretched shiny-wet. His other hand abandoned his chest to cup his balls, rolling the weight in his palm before dragging blunt nails up the underside of his shaft. The shudder that racked his frame sent his cock bobbing, the swollen head leaving a translucent smear on his lower abdomen.
"Come here," Liam rasped, his voice thick with arousal as he curled one finger toward them, his other hand still working his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. The command hung heavy in the humid air between them, less a request than a decree from a king amused by his subjects' devotion.
Jake didn't hesitate. He shoved Asher off with a breathless laugh, scrambling to his knees before crawling across the mat, his freckled thighs leaving damp streaks on the vinyl. His grin was predatory, green eyes locked on Liam's cock with obvious longing. "Took you long enough," he teased, licking his lips as he settled between Liam's spread legs.
Asher exhaled sharply through his nose, his olive skin flushed darker under the fluorescents. He moved slower, muscles coiled tight with reluctance or restraint, but he followed, sinking to his knees beside Jake with a quiet grunt. His dark eyes flicked from Liam's face to his cock and back, jaw working like he was debating whether to speak.
Liam's smirk was all teeth. He fisted his cock harder, thumb smearing precum over the swollen head before holding it out toward them. "Comeon," he murmured, tilting his hips up off the wall. "Worship it properly, or don't bother."
Jake snorted, grabbing Liam's wrist and dragging his hand away without breaking eye contact. "Like you even need to ask." He leaned in, tongue darting out to lap a broad stripe from base to tip, moaning exaggeratedly at the taste. Liam's abs flexed, his breath hitching when Jake's lips closed around the head, sucking lightly before pulling off with a filthy pop. "Mm. Salty," Jake mused, grinning up at Liam through his lashes. "You been thinking about us all practice, Captain?"
Liam's fingers tangled roughly in Jake's ginger curls, yanking his head back. "Less talking," he growled, shoving his cock past Jake's lips with a sharp thrust of his hips. Jake's laugh dissolved into a choked moan, his throat fluttering around the intrusion as Liam held him there, watching tears bead at the corners of his eyes.
Asher's fingers twitched against his own thighs, his gaze locked on the way Liam's shaft disappeared between Jake's lips, the stretch of his freckled throat swallowing him down. Liam noticed, of course. His smirk deepened as he pulled Jake off with a wet sound, turning his attention to Asher. "Your turn, Kovac." He nudged Jake aside with his knee, jerking his chin toward his cock. "Show me what that mouth's really for."
Jake wiped his lips with the back of his wrist, panting as he scooted back to give Asher space. "Don't be shy," he taunted, nudging Asher's shoulder with his own. "It's just a cock. You've seen mine enough times."
Asher shot him a glare, but the effect was ruined by the way his breath hitched when Liam's thumb brushed his lower lip. "Open," Liam ordered, pressing insistently until Asher's jaw slackened. He guided his cock forward, sighing when Asher's warm breath ghosted over the tip. "Good. Now take it."
Asher hesitated for a heartbeat before leaning in, his lips sealing around the head with none of Jake's theatrics. His dark lashes fluttered as he sucked gently, tongue pressing along the underside in slow, careful strokes. Liam groaned, hips twitching forward as Asher took him deeper, his throat working around each inch until his nose brushed coarse curls.
Jake watched, transfixed, as Asher's thick fingers curled around the base, his other hand braced on Liam's thigh for balance. The contrast was obvious in Asher's quiet intensity versus Jake's brash enthusiasm, both of them on their knees for Liam like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Lima's grip tightened in Asher's dark curls, dragging him forward until his throat convulsed around the intrusion. "Fuck," Liam gasped, his free hand reaching blindly for Jake. "Both of you now."
Jake didn't need to be told twice. He surged forward, lips sealing around the stretch of shaft Asher couldn't reach, his tongue flicking against the pulsing vein just below the head. Their mouths met in a wet, messy kiss around Liam's cock, tongues tangling as they worked him in tandem.
Jake's grin turned wicked as he slid lower, his freckled chest pressing flush against the mat, his tongue darting out to lap at the sweat-slicked skin of Liam's inner thigh. The musky scent hit him first before his tongue found the taut, heavy weight of Liam's balls. He nuzzled them deliberately, inhaling deeply before swirling his tongue around the wrinkled skin, savoring the way Liam's breath stuttered above him.
Liam groaned, his hips jerking forward as Jake's mouth enveloped one sac completely, sucking lightly before releasing it with a wet pop. "Fuck-" Liam's fingers tightened in Asher's curls, dragging him deeper onto his cock as if to compensate for the sudden loss of Jake's lips around his shaft. Asher choked, his throat fluttering around Liam's length, but he didn't pull away, his dark eyes squeezing shut as he adjusted to the brutal pace.
Jake’s tongue traced the thick seam of Liam’s scrotum with slow, deliberate strokes, his lips sealing around one taut globe. The muffled groan from above vibrated through Liam’s thighs, his hips twitching forward instinctively only to meet Asher’s mouth still stretched around his cock, taking each thrust with ragged breaths through his nose. Jake smirked against sweat-damp skin, flicking his gaze upward to watch Liam’s abs flex through his singlet as he yanked Asher’s curls harder, forcing him down until his nose pressed into coarse pubes.
"Fuck, Kovac," Liam gritted out, his voice ragged as Asher’s throat convulsed around him. "Take it deeper." He punctuated the command with another brutal shove, hissing when Asher’s fingers dug into his thighs in protest but didn’t pull away. Jake could see the tears glistening at the corners of Asher’s squeezed-shut eyes, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed violently with each forced swallow, but the wrestler stayed put, his thick shoulders trembling with the effort.
Liam's thighs tensed as he pushed himself upright from the padded wall, peeling his skin away from the vinyl. The fluorescent lights caught every ripple of muscle as he straightened to his full height, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs where it pulsed. Jake's breath hitched audibly as Liam's fingers found the straps of his singlet, unhooking them with deliberate slowness while both freshmen remained on their knees, eyes locked on his movements.
The first strap slid off Liam's shoulder with a quiet snap, revealing the carved slope of his delt where sweat glistened in the hollows. His other hand followed suit, fingers dragging the fabric down his bicep with torturous leisure, highlighting the thick vein running along his forearm. The singlet pooled at Liam's waist for a moment, clinging to his hips before he shoved it down with both hands, his abs flexing as the fabric caught briefly on the jut of his pelvic bones.
Jake's tongue darted out unconsciously as the singlet finally dropped to the mat, revealing Liam's fully nude form. His cock stood thick and flushed against his lower abdomen, the pronounced downward curve drawing an arc in the air. Veins stood stark along its length, pulsing visibly against caramel skin that darkened at the tip where precum beaded at the slit. The foreskin remained partially retracted, revealing the damp pink inner membrane stretched taut over the crown. Every shift of Liam's stance made his balls tighten visibly, the heavy sac drawn up close to his body with arousal, the skin there stretched smooth and taut between coarse black curls.
Ash's dark eyes traced the line of sweat trickling down Liam's sternum, following the trail as it disappeared into the defined grooves of his abdomen. The junior's physique was all hard angles and dense muscle, the product of three years of varsity wrestling, from the globe-like swell of his pecs to the corded thickness of his thighs. His obliques flexed as he stepped free of the discarded singlet, revealing the deep indentations along his hips that Jake had dug his fingers into earlier. The back of Liam's thighs bore faint marks from the vinyl padding, the skin there slightly paler where his singlet had covered it during practice.
Liam rolled his shoulders, making his lats flare dramatically as he stretched his arms overhead, the movement pulling his cock upward against his stomach. The underside of his shaft glistened where Jake's saliva still clung to it, the mixture of spit and precum slicking the pronounced vein running along its length. His nipples stood peaked and dark against his tan skin, puckered slightly from the cool air hitting sweat-damp flesh. When he turned slightly to kick the singlet aside, the dim light caught the sweat sheening the globes of his ass- muscular and round with a wrestler's density, the cleft shadowed deeply enough to make Jake's throat go dry.
"Like what you see?" Liam's voice was rougher than usual, his smirk evident as he palmed himself slowly, his thumb smearing the precum leaking from his slit. The action made his bicep bulge, the tattoo on his inner arm of a minimalist wrestling silhouette stretching with the movement. Jake swallowed hard, his gaze locked on the way Liam's cock twitched in his grip, the foreskin sliding back to reveal more flushed skin with each lazy stroke. Ash remained unnaturally still beside him, his breathing shallow, his thick fingers flexing against his own thighs like he was restraining himself from reaching out.
Liam's free hand settled on his hip, his fingers splaying over the sharp bone there as he rocked forward onto the balls of his feet. The shift made his cock bob heavily, the weight of it obvious even in the way his lower abdomen flexed to compensate. "Well?" he prompted, tilting his head as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. "You two just gonna stare all night?" His smirk widened when Jake immediately surged forward, only to freeze when Liam's foot pressed against his chest. "Ah-ah. Ask nicely."
Jake's green eyes flashed with something between irritation and hunger as his fingers curled around Liam's ankle. "Please," he ground out, the word more challenge than supplication. Ash remained silent beside him, but the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips spoke volumes. Liam's laugh was low and satisfied as he finally stepped back, spreading his stance wider in clear invitation.
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